Fart story one-shots 2!

Incredible Super-Farts

This is an all in one combined story -story archiver

"What about him? He seems nice."

Peter stopped dead in his tracks, shaken out of the tired boredom of his walk home from closing up the shop. He definitely heard someone say those words. It would have been only slightly concerning if it weren't for the fact that he was the only one on the street right now; a quick 360 look-around confirmed that.

"Dammit, Cath, I think he heard us."

What the hell?

"Guess it's him, then."

"No, wait, don't just—"

As Peter swiveled around in confusion and mounting anxiety, a figure suddenly dropped onto the sidewalk in front of him, seemingly out of the sky, landing with a striking pose. She slowly rose from her crouched landing position, giving Peter ample time to take in her appearance.

A skintight, full-body suit adorned with yellow-gold accents on a black and brown fabric showed virtually none of her dark skin, but left absolutely none of her curves to the imagination. Her lower body exuded power, with thick pillar-like legs supporting dangerously alluring hips. She must have been about Peter's own height, but her build gave her a confident energy that made her seem taller. Above the waist, a stylized "BB" insignia sat in the middle of her chest, matching its yellow with the other accents on her suit. The insignia was nestled between her slightly flattened breasts, pressing into the outfit with a force that telegraphed their hefty volume underneath. Climbing his gaze higher, Peter saw a pointed chin framing a full pair of lips, colored a luxurious blue and curled in an irresistible smirk that agitated Peter's thoughts. A domino mask covered most of the top half of her face, but as her eyes captured his, the sultry gaze she was holding was unmistakable.

What grabbed Peter's attention the most, however, was the woman's ample backside. It didn't just grab his attention, it seized it and pinned it against the nearest wall, much as Peter began unconsciously wanting to happen to his face. As she stood up, her round buttocks almost seemed to expand: she slid her hips to one side, and a dramatic weight behind her shifted in the same direction. Even with her body facing Peter directly, her hips signaled the raw power in her booty.

While he took in the woman's figure, he heard a second someone land behind him. Peter pieced things together, realizing that 1) these were probably superheroes of some sort, based on the outfit, and 2) they were probably camped out on the rooftop, which was why he couldn't see them at first.

"Hi there."

Turning around to meet the new voice, Peter was greeted by a woman of shorter stature in a tightly clinging outfit similar to her partner's, but with a deep green shading and black highlights in place of brown and yellow, and a conspicuous lack of any symbol on her chest. Her curly red hair flowed back into a carefree wave, contrasting against her companion's artfully crafted afro dome of kinky black hair. While the first woman had a powerfully sexy figure that practically compelled Peter to service her, this one captured his attention with her impossible body shape. A slender waist that any model would envy sat atop a thick set of hips that definitely bore a thick, sculpted bubble butt. Coupled with a chest that would have been impressive enough if not dwarfed by her hips, and a slim pair of legs that swayed her rear from side to side with each step she took towards him, she possessed a figure that would have made Peter immediately cry out "Photoshop!" if he saw a picture of her online...and "admire" the picture for a little longer.

But she wasn't a picture. She was right in front of him, having knocked the air out of his lungs with a simple glance, and she was approaching him.

"How're ya doin'?"