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“Come on, sis! I said I was—“

The pleading from Maya was cut off by the loud, forceful BRRRRRAAAAP from her sister’s backside. She gagged as her older sister’s foul smelling fart invaded her nose, stinging her sinuses and bringing tears to her eyes. She gagged on the stench and twitched under her sister’s ass, to no avail. Her hands and feet were still being held down rather firmly, leaving no ability to fight back… not that she really could fight back if she was free.

“I don’t recall saying I was done talking,” Jessie said, annoyance clear in her voice. "IF you want me to cover your face instead, I'll happily oblige, y'know."

"N-No ma'am!" Maya replied instantly, gagging. "Sorry for interrupting!"

"Right. Now, I'm going to make this very clear. We're all a fucking UNIT," Jessie's statement was punctuated with another foul, yet silent, flood of hot air, making Maya whimper in dismay as it violated her sense of smell. "If you get something that can be considered treasure, it's to be divvied up the way all treasure is. You do NOT hide shit and try to take it for yourself."

"But I never get voted to have anything good!" the younger sister protested.

"I never get voted to have magic artifacts anymore. You don't see me going around and hoarding, do you?" Jessica asked, glaring over her shoulder at Maya. "If this happens again, you're gonna REALLY leave me no choice but to sentence you to the Barrel. You understand me?"

Maya shuddered... she was normally a participant of the Barrel - A torture method invented by her crew, her family, to punish or just torment disobedient prisoners - but never a victim. And even as a member doing the tormenting, the foul stench from the torture often made her gag or fan it away from her face. Not that she felt particularly bad for others being the victims, but she didn't have any sort of resistance to that abysmal stank herself, having been born with a particularly sensitive nose. "Y-Y-Yes Jess, got it. I understand," Maya insisted, leaning away from her sister's ass. "I won't do it again, PROMISE!"

"Good," Jessie replied, getting up off of Maya, freeing her sister from the pin, and allowing her to roll over onto her belly to try to vent the smell from her face. Jessie looked down at her younger sister's shorts-clad ass, and couldn't help but give a smirk before rearing her hand back and landing a hefty smack to her upturned behind, prompting a yelp from Maya.

"HEY!"

"Heh, couldn't resist," Jess teased, giving her sister's behind a squeeze before heading out of the room. Maya bit back a groan as she noticed Jessica also grabbed the magic necklace she'd picked up that had started the whole punishment in the first place. Great, her face reeked, her nose burned, and now she was without anything to show for the misery. With a sigh, she stood up, feeling the ship rock on the waves beneath her. The Oleander was sturdy, but her family's ship did seem to get ragdolled by the water relatively easily. She laid down upon her bed, scowling at the ceiling.

"Fucking unfair." she muttered, folding her arms across her chest. "Not even the youngest and I get treated as everyone's plaything, I don't get to even keep any frigging treasure." Piracy was a family business, one which Maya had been all too excited to become a part of once she came of age. And yet, in 4 years of plundering the seas, stealing from every man and woman about the world, and fighting off the navy, she had never been allowed the serenity of getting a magical treasure. Magic wasn't uncommon in the world. Very few humanoids could use it naturally, but it was plentiful within artifacts and treasures. It granted all manner of interesting abilities. Even if just granting one the ability to freeze a glass of wine, it was still SOMETHING more than any normal person could do. And people with even one magic ability typically granted them far more respect(be it from actual respect or from fear) than most others... and in a pirate crew, that was invaluable. And yet, of all the crew, Maya was the only one with nary a single magical treasure to her name.

The crew operated on a voting system. They voted, in earnest, for whomever to be granted the most valuable of treasures of each haul. It was always honesty, with nobody being allowed to vote for themselves, only for who they felt deserved to gain the treasure otherwise. And yet, after five years, she'd never been voted for. It made no sense! She had thought before that it was because she was young, yet Janey, Ellie, and Nina, all her younger siblings, had gotten magical treasures within their first year of joining the crew. If there was some ongoing in-joke within the pirate crew, she didn't know it for the life of her.

She only vaguely registered the sound of her door opening, and gave a quick look towards it, which turned into a glare at seeing the smug face of none other than Ellie standing there. "Get the fuck out of my room."

"Why should I? You're really skating on thin-ice, aren't you, Maya?" Ellie teased, Maya sitting up and growling at her. "What? You want a piece of me? I hope you know that unsanctioned brawls are against the rules.... Oh wait, you may not know the rules, since you broke one of the BIGGEST ones!" she laughed.

"The fuck do you want, you little shit?" Maya asked angrily.

"Oh, just to laugh at you. Though if you want, I can do more than just laugh," Ellie offered, smirking slightly. Maya tried not to let her fear show. Even though Ellie was the second youngest of the crew, she had somehow procured two very powerful magic treasures. One that created large bubbles that only popped after a certain time had passed, with even cannonballs seeming not to be able to break them, and one that flash froze liquids. And naturally, the first thing she'd done when she got the second one was come up with a hellacious torture technique, that Maya was the first to be subjected to.

"... Just get the fuck out of my room." Maya growled out. Ellie snickered at her older sister's defeated tone, before blowing her a taunting kiss.

"If you say so, loser~" She sang, before turning to exit, though she paused for just a moment before she left....

BRRRRP!

"Ah, fuck, excuuuuse me!" she laughed, slamming the door behind her. Maya groaned and laid down, putting her pillow over her face just in time for the foul, eggy stench to reach her.

"Some day, they'll all regret it..." she growled out, biting her lip... and fanning the stank away from her.

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"Alright, crew! Look alive!" Jessica shouted as The Oleander approached an island. They could all see the anxious people on the shore, some with weapons, ready to meet them once they docked. Maya and everyone else on the ship were geared up to invade. "These louts are going to learn the meaning of the Sulphalis Family, the hard way! This island is said to house a powerful Magic Treasure! So I expect ALL of you to look for it and grab it as soon as you find it! That one is going straight to Mother!" she declared.

"YES MA'AM!" The crew roared back in answer. Many of them were bouncing on their heels in excitement... Between their sheer numbers and the magic, the crew had overtaken many islands before. And many of the family didn't even do it for the treasures, they did it for the pleasures.

"DAMN GOOD," Jessica replied, grinning sinisterly over her shoulder before pointing her sword forward towards the island. "ATTAAAAAACK!" she ordered, and everyone charged off as soon as the ship got close enough. The natives also belted out battle-cries as they charged the crew... to little avail.

As Maya landed, springboarding off one native's head, she saw already several of her siblings and their friends, all of whom made up the crew, had taken down multiple members of the attacking force, while some had gone straight for the civilians, pouncing on them and doing.... whatever the pleased, really. After all, who would stop them? Maya herself, though, darted off into the forest, sliding between the legs of a native woman who tried to impede her progress, before gripping the back waistband of the woman's underwear in her hand as she got back to her feet, smirking a bit as she dragged the now screaming victim with her by the back of her undergarments. Black lace, very soft to the touch... though right now, probably moreso to Maya than to their wearer. She glanced back, seeing the woman's ass drag along the ground, before the friction of the dragging made her pants slide off, abandoning her to have her bare ass cheeks scorched along the rough dirt and coarse sand. Maya could only chuckle a bit as she ran, looking forward again.

Her target was the large, Skull-shaped rock formation in the center of the island. She prided herself on being the smartest of her crew, though some would say that was a subjective stance, and as such the one with the most common sense. Where else would one keep a treasure so special? She listened closely and, hearing nobody following her, snickered. Her crew wasn't smart enough to ever follow her, or to go to the most clearly magical storage place on the island. They'd rather just continue their tormenting of the islanders... While she could never claim a magical treasure for herself, she was always on the lookout to try them out before they had to be given up to the crew. And one special enough for their mother... those ones were always the best! She even accidentally SUNK an island with one of them! She pushed the memory of the fact that she was summarily spanked with the power of said treasure out of her mind... All that mattered was getting to try this one out.

A smile crossed her face as she strolled up to the stone skull. Most The interior was relatively simple, being just a sandy ground with a few torches.... but given the numerous houses on either side of the structure, all relatively fancy looking, she assumed that it held more importance than meets the eyes. She turned and faced the woman she was dragging behind her, now a sobbing wreck who laid slumped over, trying to rub away the aching rugburn in her now glowing red ass cheeks. Maya simply gripped her panties firmer, and yanked up, driving a squeal from the poor warrior woman who looked at Maya in fear. "So, what's the secret of this place? Where're the treasures?" she asked casually as the woman tried prying her hands off her her underwear.

"A-As if I'd ever tell you plunderers anything!" was the reply, with the islander giving Maya a weak glare. "Get out of our home and go to hell!"

"You know, I'm the nice one of the crew... so rather than leave you begging for mercy on our ship, I'd much rather give you the chance to tell me where it is as opposed to dragging you to the ship and making you one of our prisoners... I'll tell you now, prisoners are usually pretty broken by the time they get to where we sell 'em off," Maya answered calmly, before dragging the woman towards one of the houses. "So... Do you wanna tell me or do I gotta get rough with you? Where's the treasure?" she repeated.

Her captive stared at her in abject fear, before swallowing hard. She seemed to be internally debating the pros and cons in her head, before a tear strolled down her cheek. "There is a hatch at the far end, beneath the sand. It leads down to our storage..." she admitted, Maya smiling. "Please don't hurt me."

"See? That wasn't so hard~" Maya cooed... before she wrenched up on the woman's panties once more, the fierce wedgie drawing a scream from her mouth before the panties went over her head. "But now I DO I have to punish you for saying no before... Hope you like eggs!" she continued, laughing cruelly as she turned around and pressed the woman's face into the back of her shorts, wiggling her butt a bit until she felt the woman's nose as well wedged into her crack as it could be with her shorts in the way. "Fire ONE!" Maya cheered.

PPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRBBBTTTT!

The sound of a trumpeting fart rushing from Maya's ass and into the islander's nose brought the sound of squealing with it as the woman was forced to inhale the raw, eggy fragrance. A grin crossed the pirate's face; hard boiled eggs had always been her breakfast of choice on invasion days. And more than anything, her WEAPON of choice for interrogations. "Whew, that probably stinks, huh?" She taunted, before reaching back and shoving the woman's face more firmly into her ass. "FIRE TWO!"

BRRRMRRMRRMM!

"FUCK that one almost hurt!" Maya teased, and restrained a laugh at feeling the woman sobbing in her ass. She wasn't struggling anymore, just bawling her eyes out at the acrid stench of her latest fart. Maya's mind flooded with euphoria; So rare was it for her to be in the pilot seat of any torture, that she wanted to savor the sense of power. She took a deep breath, before straining slightly. After all, this was probably the ONLY time she'd get to use her family's famous flatulence in a long time... So she wanted to give it her all! And with that, she pressed down on her belly with her free hand and... "Fire THREEeeeee~!"

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"Ahhh~" a sigh of content escaped Maya's lips, eyes nearly rolling back into her head in bliss as a hot, steamy silent but deadly fart slid smoothly out of her ass and into her victim's nose. She looked over her shoulder with a smirk, noticing her captive far more silent now. "You okay down there, sweetheart?" she asked, yanking the islander's head out of her eyes. The woman's eyes were blank and drool was running down her jawline from her open mouth, and tears running down her cheeks. "Heh, didn't think so." Maya shrugged, dropping the unconscious, reeking islander on the ground before heading into the mouth of the skull.

She walked to the very end as she was instructed, before brushing away some of the sand with her foot. Sure enough, a silver latch was buried beneath about eight inches of sand, attached to a wooden hatch. She licked her lips in glee before yanking it open, revealing a short drop into a lantern lit room. She ignored the ladder and dropped into the hole, before her eyes lit up and her mouth began to water. Tons and tons, and TONS of golden coins, jewelry and more all over the place, piles of it forming mini mountains bigger than Maya was tall, and priceless artwork. She could just barely see several pathways to the side, that lead to other rooms with treasure within, though they were almost COVERED by the mountains of gold coins. If she had to hazard a guess, it was probably from a previous shipwreck or something that the islanders had looted, a rather common occurrence with lone islands like this.

And sat upon a stone alter at the opposite end of the room, towards where the skull's mouth would be up above, was a shining, golden lamp. It was surrounded by four bright lanterns, each burning with a silver flame inside. "No better indicator of something special than THAT," Maya giggled, walking up to the lamp and grabbing it, before glancing about, then taking out a pocketwatch from her jacket. They had invaded a solid thirty minutes ago. If anything, now some people would be starting to break off to go to loo for the treasure, meaning it was only a matter of time until she was found. She swore under her breath, before running over to one of the piles of gold and jumping beyond it into one of the side passages. She crouched and treaded upon the coins towards the inner part of it, a downward slope, until it leveled out to be flat ground, with only torches lighting the area around it. There were a few more golden treasures here, and a few pieces of expensive looking furniture like a red velvet couch and more, but they were all of little consequence. She sat down upon the couch and examined the lamp, before frowning slightly.

A small smudge from her hands stained the side of it in black, probably from the gunpowder she was handling earlier. "Fuckin'... Ugh," she growled briefly, before taking her jacket and rubbing the smudge for a moment until it came out of the lamp. "Finally, now I can-- WHOA!" Maya's words were cut off as a plume of pink smoke erupted from the lamp's spout, briefly fogging the room up in a rose colored steam before the steam began to slowly come together, getting more and more thick, and forming a shape... the shape of a woman. The woman's skin was a radiant pink color, and lavender hair, wearing a purple dress that hung off her shoulders, her sizeable breasts threatening to spill out out the neckline. Her legs seemed to begin in some sort of pants, but they seemed to merge together into a type of phantasmal tail of steam that flowed down into the lamp itself. "Oh my god..." Maya muttered breathlessly, feeling her heart rate quicken a the beauty of the being before her.

The woman towered over her at a solid seven and a half feet in height, looking down at Maya with a coy, teasing smile. "My my, one so young... Are you to be the one who would ask for my power?" she asked, her voice seeming to echoed through Maya's head, though she could tell it wasn't echoing through the room. "What is your name?"

"M-M-Maya Sulphalis," the pirate asked, forcing herself not to add "ma'am" to the end of the statement despite being in front of such a dominating presence. "And who are you?"

"Ah, so you're not with the people of this island if you don't know of me," The woman chuckled, before floating towards Maya and caressing her cheek with a hand. Her touch felt cold, and sent shivers up Maya's spine, yet it made her feel breathless like she was staring at a lover. "My name is Layla, my girl. I am the Djinn of the lamp, prophesized by the people of this island to grant my great powers to one who would have great affinity for magic. As none have been born yet, I've been stuck within my lamp for quite some time now... I suppose you are also not the Chosen One. I sense merely average magic potential within you." Layla mused, standing(?) up straight.

Maya's heart briefly skipped a beat and she felt a pang of jealousy rise in her heart. "What, so only this "Chosen One" is worthy of your power? Never met magic with a fucking attitude problem before," She stated, a bit of a biting tone to her words, though Layla only laughed a bit.

"That is the intention of the Islanders, at the least... I personally have no preference either way. I simply want someone to agree to gain my power, so that I can be free of that wretched lamp finally," Layla replied cooly. "I am unable to refuse anyone who asks for my power. So the choice is not mine to make, dear."

Maya's brain sparked with thousands.... no MILLIONS of possibilities at hearing those words. The magic lamp was supposed to be a gift for her mother... and the magic inside was so special that evidently this island was so devoted to giving it to someone with high magic aptitude that they didn't use it for who KNOWS how long. Such power... Hunger rose in her belly, though not for food but for power. Her eyes brightened, and Layla chuckled at seeing this. "It seems you do desire my power, do you not?" she asked, winking at Maya.

The thought of not only the Barrel punishment rang through her mind, but the other punishments too. A spanking from her mother so bad her butt would stay red for a month, nightly sessions of having to swallow a mouthful of her sisters' gas before bed, being forced to scrub The Oleander within a time limit while having the world's worst atomic wedgie(made worse by her well worn panties causing the stench of her OWN ass to choke her too), latrine cleaning duty.... Yet it all paled before the prospect of power. Enough power, possibly, to punish her siblings for treating her with such unfairness. Enough for her mother to make HER captain instead of Jessica.... She felt herself salivating at the prospect before looking up at Layla.

"Give me your power... ALL of your power!" Maya demanded, a broad grin nearly splitting her face. Layla gave a sly grin of her own, before floating back down again, hands cupping Maya's face gently.

"As you wish it, so it shall be~" Layla giggled, planting a soft kiss on Maya's nose... before the pirate felt herself get dizzy for a moment and she fell back so she was laying upon the couch. Her body felt heavier than it ever had, yet she felt no tiredness, no lethargy. She forced herself to look to her right, eyes going wide in shock and slight fear. She saw the smoke that trailed from the lamp leave it completely, fully forming Layla's legs clad in thick sweatpants, and the pair of thick, heavy looking boots upon her feet. "Surprised? I told you, you'll be gaining great power.... Power does come at a cost, dear Maya~" Layla chimed gently, though she had a rather mischievous smirk on her face. "I suppose I shan't be needing these anymore..." she mused, looking down at her boots, before her eyes trailed to Maya's own feet. "... So I may as well pass them on~"

Maya watched as the Djinn began untying her sneakers, pulling them off to reveal the once-white socks on her feet. A hot, cheesy stench flooded over the room, making Maya wince at her own foot stench. She never could take the full force of them, yet Layla merely giggled a bit, before slipping the pirate's socks off as well. "Now that really IS something stinky... Not fond of changing keeping your tootsies clean, hm~?" she teased, a blush rising to Maya's cheeks. She ordinarily just... didn't give a care about her foot stench. So rarely did she ever remove her shoes and socks while at sea unless she was bathing, that she hadn't a chance to get used to it, and never wanted to flood her room with the stench, so she just kept them on, even when asleep. And when she took them off to bathe, as rare as even THAT was, she was quick to put both socks and shoes back on, not replacing the socks until they'd gained so many holes that a hunk of swiss cheese would be jealous of their very existence.

Though she was brought from her inner thoughts by the sight of Layla reaching down to her own feet, and slipping off the heavy boots, revealing lavender socks... and the stench that hit Maya stung her eyes worse than Jessie's farts ever had. She coughed heavily, gaining a giggle from the Djinn, who merely winked at her. "Worry not... I won't make you smell these old things..." she cooed, before removing her socks, and slipping them over Maya's feet. The socks were ice cold with sweat, and the touch made her skin crawl as the ends touched against her toes, making them curl in disgust. She saw and felt the boots go on next, the heavy steel-toed material making the pirate's body feel even heavier than it had before. Layla looked into Maya's eyes as she fastened the boots tight, and displayed an ungodly acrobatic ability as she brought her bare feet up and next to her own head. She took a deep whiff and giggled briefly. "You're quite lucky that cleaning a my feet isn't the condition for my power... there's enough toejam here to keep your belly full for a week," she joked, chuckling a bit to herself before floating over to Maya and angling her head upwards. "No, that's not how you gain MY power..." she whispered sensually.

And Maya began to feel herself sweat as she saw some unknown force drag down Layla's pants, revealing her bare pussy to the air. Layla leaned down, and locked her lips with Maya's, tongue slipping into the young woman's mouth. As Layla's tongue batted around Maya's submissive tongue, the sour taste of Layla's breath filled her mouth, and she groaned involuntarily, panting slightly as Layla pulled away. "My power is gained by..." the Djinn trailed off, before swiftly turning around, and planting her massive bare ass atop Maya's face. Maya's eyes shot open wide in panic at the familiar position, panic flaring up in her as the stench of aged butt sweat and stale fart odor. "Aaaah, how I've missed this~" Layla moaned, rubbing her ass up and down upon Maya's face, the girl whimpering under her as her face became little more than a towel to wipe off the Djinn's crack... or at least so she thought, until Layla finally stopped...

With her asshole positioned over Maya's open mouth. "Now... Please, dear," Layla said gently, tracing a circle around Maya's belly button. "Take my power~"

PRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAABBBP!

The muffled sound of a massive fart filled the air, as the gas, smell, and flavor filled Maya's mouth. Her cheeks puffed outwards as she felt the fart erupt her mouth, eyes flooding with tears as she tasted the bitter, sour reek of the Djinn's fart gas. It smelled unlike anything she'd ever smelled before, as though it wasn't attainable by eating anything of this world. "Ah, that felt good~" Layla giggled, looking over her shoulder. "Swallow whenever you're ready, dear. You asked for my power, so you're going to have to swallow every bit of it down~" she pointed out, before putting a hand on her belly. "Oh, oh! Here comes another! I wonder what it'll taste like! Do tell me when we next chat!" she said excitedly, before Maya felt her asshole flex within her mouth.

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!! PRRRT!

An even bigger butt bomb blasted into Maya's mouth, and she felt the sheer force of Layla's second fart force down the air that was already filling her mouth into her throat. Her cheeks swelled with the hot, nasty gas, the taste vaguely resembling rotten vegetables, though it was merely the closest thing Maya could compare it to. She felt her tears sliding down the sides of her face as her throat began to burn from the gas, as though she was trying to swallow smoke.

Fuck! Holy SHIT! Why is THIS how she has to give me her power?! Maya thought to herself, panic setting in. She heard an impatient sounding hum from up above her, but couldn't see a thing past Layla's mountainous ass. She whimpered slightly, before forcing herself to swallow down the built up Djinn gas in her mouth. She felt as though she'd eaten expired food from a dumpster, eyes briefly rolling back in her head in agony from the taste of the farts lingering on her tongue, and the stench rising up from her throat attacking her nose.

"Atta girl, dear," Layla chuckled. "The years I've been holding these in, waiting to grant someone my abilities! It's so exhilarating!" she sighed in bliss, before patting her belly. "Oh my, this feels like the peppers I was offered as a tribute a few years back... Or is it the milkshake? Or... mayhaps both?"

ffffffffsssssssssssrrrRRRRRBBBRPT!!

"Oh, yep. Definitely the peppers," Layla confirmed, nodding once. A sizzling silent but deadly fart that gradually grew to a loud, wet burst of air rocketed into the young pirate's mouth from her asshole. "Yeesh. I recall that well. They offered me those peppers, grown near the dormant volcano on the island, thinking it'd make them spicier. Even showed me the results. When I say panty-burner, that definitely took out a few threads in that young woman's undergarments when they showed me the effects. And I can safely say they were right now. Were I wearing panties, they'd probably be on fire right now."

Maya could attest, as the heat, the taste and even the smell of the panties felt not just hot, but spicy as well. Her tongue burned like she'd eaten a rock boiling in a pot of hot water, almost feeling like it'd start sizzling itself, and it felt like the taste was burning her teeth even! She forced herself to swallow, and couldn't wish more that she hadn't, feeling her throat ignite with the pepper-fart's heat sliding down it. She felt Layla flexing her anus a bit, before adjusting her ass on Maya's face.... Wait... is she lighter or am I getting light headed? Maya thought.

"I wonder what will be next..." Layla mused, her voice sounding slightly different. "Let's see, shall we? Let's push out a big girl! HNNG!"

BRRRRRRRRRAP!

"Oh my! Short but sweet! Or should I say bitter?" Layla chuckled, smacking her own ass. Maya felt the booming fart echo down her thought, forcing it's way down without her needing to attempt swallowing it. The taste of... pork? No, beef?... Whatever it was, it stank of some form of long digested meat, and the taste made her wretch, almost feeling like she'd swear off meat entirely from the thoughts flooding her mind. Bitter was an understatement. It felt like raw and rotting at the same time, and Maya let out a sob as she looked up, and saw Layla smiling back at her over her shoulder... Her eyes shot open wide as she stared at Layla, realizing that the large Djinn wasn't nearly as large now. "Hm? What's that look for?" Layla questioned, before grunting slightly, biting her lip and closing one eye in concentration.

PRRRRRRRRRRAAAAP!

"Ahhh.... Oh, my appearance?" Layla asked curiously, shifting again to readjust her asshole to remain over Maya's mouth. "Why, I'm giving you my power and magic, of course, dear. And as I am nothing BUT power and magic, the more I pump into you, dear Maya, the less form I have." she explained. She looked far less like the statuesque stunner of a woman, now, looking closer in age to Maya herself. Maybe early twenties? Though Maya couldn't entirely focus on this, given she was trying to force down the latest of the gas. "Want to see a neat trick?" Layla continued, getting Maya's attention once more. Seeing the confused, concerned look on Maya's face, Layla merely laughed. "Oh, don't fret so much. It's for YOU after all~" she giggled, lightly poking Maya's belly again. "I don't know if I can do it from this much but maybe from a bit less power..." she pondered, before her tongue poked out of the side of her mouth in concentration and Maya felt her flex her anus.

PHRRRRRRRRRAAAAPT!

"Oooooh my, yes~" Layla moaned, as though coming close to reaching climax. Though she went silent all of a sudden, while Maya let out an involuntary sob under her. This latest bout of gas made her belly hurt, as though it felt bloated... and from how Layla was lightly flicking her belly button, it most likely WAS, since it hurt to even touch. "Awwww.... Got a bit of a tender tummy?" the Djinn asked sarcastically.... before snickering. "My goodness, I must be better at this than I thought... Feeling a bit warm, dear?"

Maya's brain clicked in confusion, given that she was fairly certain she was on the cusp of passing out now from the torment she was being subjected to... Yet, she slowly began to realize what Layla meant. Her legs felt uncomfortably warm now... especially around her thighs. Oh god, tell me I didn't...

"I suppose I should be honored, no~? My farts are so smelly, my power is so divine, that trying to contain it all made you soil your little panties~" Layla teased, reaching forward and giving Maya's piss-soaked groan a light rub. Maya let out a loud whine in protest, of both embarrassment and humiliation at the feeling of the Djinn's finger running along her urine-soaked-pants-covered pussy. "Well, I suppose it's about time to finish up... Let me see if I can still get all of my power into a being in one go~"

Oh god, no.... Maya thought frantically, looking up at Layla with pleading eyes while the Djinn gave the most shit-eating grin ever in return. "Alright, let's see," Layla took a few deep breaths in preparation, Maya feeling her anus open and close with each one. "Okay... I think I'm ready," she hummed, before winking over her shoulder at Maya. She looked about eighteen now, the age of Maya's younger sisters... Maybe it wouldn't be so bad?

"Three~" Layla sang. Maya suddenly remembered, that her same youngest sister had at one point given her a dutch oven so bad as a wake up call that she'd vomited right after catching a single whiff of it. "Two-hoooo~" Layla giggled excitedly, bouncing up and down upon Maya's face. The pirate also recalled that, thus far, Layla's farts had outdone just about anything else she'd ever endured, and even a small fart nearly made Maya feel like she'd end up needing her home's doctor to check her out. "One~!" Only one thought went through her mind as she felt her own sphincter tighten in preparation.

Mommy...

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPSSSSHHHPT!

The fart itself seemed to go through the different types of farts throughout it's nearly fifteen second duration: It started as a sloppy, wet burst of arid, tepid tainted air that bit into Maya's whole being like a beast, then fizzed out into a somehow loud silent but deadly, ice cold but carrying so much force that Maya was sure her blood would run cold next as the gas was forced down her throat. She felt the bomb of a fart fill her mouth and erupt out of her ears, her nose, even her tear ducts, before seeping down her throat. She felt an embarrassing, humiliating loss of bowel control, but her blush couldn't even reach her face as the taste of misery began to flood her senses. She felt her body tingling, saw her belly, enlarged, bursting the buttons of her shirt, and seeing her bloated gut pop out.

Layla was gone, yet Maya still felt her presence nearby... She shuddered as the fart's foul odor rose up from her throat and met her eyes, and her head slumped over. She felt her tongue loll out of her mouth and her eyes began to roll back... And her only thought in her head as she passed out was not her own.

"Heheheheheh... Enjoy the power of Layla, The Mimicry Djinn, Maya Sulphalis. I look forward to working with you~"

Layla's laughter echoed in her mind as her thoughts went blank.