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[Contest Entry] Daniella's Unfortunate Predicament [celeb][unaware]

Daniella took a moment to contemplate her predicament. She was convinced she wasn't the only girl to get gassy from the food handed out in the girls' changing rooms on the film set, she refused to believe that there weren't others. Yet, she was sure that nobody else had gotten themselves trapped under a pile of props, costumes, and mannequins like she had.

She knew she was pretty, with olive skin and long shiny dark hair, and a body that was immensely curvy. But she also knew that she was extremely clumsy. And she often thought that her curviness only acted to her detriment in these kinds of situations; she always ended up knocking things over with her body.

However, this was a new low for her. She'd needed to pass gas, so she'd searched for a place to hide from her boss, Natalia. Daniella had gone to one of the prop rooms, hoping to be able to fart away from Natalia's judging eyes.

Except she'd thought one of the mannequins was a real person and had leaped back, startled, and now everything in that room was somehow piled on top of her. To make matters worse, a particularly heavy object, which she suspected to be a table, was now resting across her body. She'd been using her phone, but when everything started falling on her, she'd dropped it; she could now feel it between her thighs.

Daniella rolled her eyes and took a deep breath, deciding that she might as well fart before Natalia found her. She wrinkled her nose and pushed out a blast that surprised even her. It sounded like a duck with a bad head cold had found a microphone.

BLAARRTT

Her eyes narrowed as she sighed with relief. She could still feel her phone between her legs, but she couldn't quite reach it. Another fart burst out of her plump ass as she tried to lift the table off of her.

BBRRRRLLMPP

It wasn't the most uncomfortable thing in the world, as one end of the table was propped up by, well, a prop, but the table was immensely heavy, and she couldn't get the leverage to lift it up from her position. She took a few deep breaths, smelling the cabbage-like stink of her farts, thinking. If only she could just reach her phone...

Daniella farted as she tried to move her phone closer to her hands using her thighs, but only succeeding in lodging her phone in her crotch.

BLLLAARRRPPT

"Ugh," Danielle grunted, with half-relief and half frustration. At least her gassiness was easing, she thought.

Just then, the door opened and Emilia Clarke walked in.

She was obviously in between takes, and had probably just removed her costume. She wore a simple but very thin t-shirt that made the nipples on her plump breasts very visible, and short shorts that showed off her curvy hips and her beautiful ass. Her brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and although most of her filming makeup looked to be gone, her face was just as gorgeous as ever.

Before Daniella could say or do anything, Emilia Clarke ripped a powerful wet fart.

PPRRLLBBPPRPPBPPRPRPTPT

"Oh, it's good to be alone," Emilia sighed, her thick expressive eyebrows moving into an expression of relief and bliss.

Daniella knew she couldn't say anything now. She kept her mouth shut, even as Emilia walked right over to her and sat down.

It felt like two warm squishy pillows had pressed themselves against Daniella's face. It wouldn't have been too bad, if it weren't for the weight. She wondered why the actress wasn't leaping to her feet and apologizing, but then realized that Emilia probably thought Daniella was just another mannequin. Daniella did everything she could to not make a sound, even as a massive fart was unleashed onto her face.

BRRRARAAALLLLRRRPPP

It was the same cabbage smell, but worse, much worse. Daniella screwed her eyes up as her face was warmed up by Emilia Clarke's swampy fart. Still, she stayed silent. If she could only reach her phone...

Meanwhile, elsewhere on the set, Natalia was getting very frustrated. She grumbled to herself as she raised her phone to her ear.

"Come on, Daniella, pick up..."

Still inhaling Emilia Clarke's thick fart, Daniella's eyes widened as she suddenly felt a powerful vibrating sensation against her crotch. Her phone was buzzing madly, and she wondered why she had to have chosen to wear such thin leggings that day.

Emilia groaned, leaning to the side a little, and started unleashing fart after hot raunchy fart against Daniella's face, even as Daniella's phone kept buzzing, sending vibrations through her pussy, with only the thin fabric of her leggings and her underwear in the way.

BRRRRRPP

SSSSPPRRRT

BLLARRFFFF

FFFFFLLLRRP

GGLLOORRPP

At the last fart, just when tingles of pleasure were starting to make their way through Gabriella's body, the buzzing of her phone stopped. She lied there, listening to Emilia's sigh of relief and breathing as much as she could with Emilia's ass sitting on her face, amazed at the situation she'd gotten herself into.

The door opened, and Emilia's brown eyes widened.

"No, don't come in here!" she cried desperately, holding out her hand.

"Oh man, I can smell it from here," a voice laughed. "Is this how you're going to spend your break?"

"Better out than in! I've got a whole hour to work through all this gas."

"Yeah, I guess..."

With a chuckle, the person closed the door, leaving Daniella alone with Emilia. For almost a minute, there was silence. Then Emilia Clarke's ass exploded against Daniella's face again.

PRRRRRRRRRROOOORRPPP

Like clockwork, Natalia started calling Daniella again, and her legs twitched as her phone buzzed mercilessly against her privates. A whole hour, she thought to herself, breathing in Emilia's fart, even as she heard the actress grunt again, about to release another one. She'd have a whole hour to contemplate her predicament...

~The end~

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