Midflight Turbulence (Bear of a Boss)

>The Playwell corporation had many small subdivisions involved in the toy trade across the globe
>As business cooled down into a seasonal dry spell, Marzy used this to her advantage
>The short brown bear and her assistant Vince had taken the private jet to give a short speech to one of these far-off offices and raise morale
>Yet in truth, she had arranged the whole thing to try an exotic restaurant boasting the most extravagantly culinary creations in the world
>Rare seafood made from the most dangerous parts of fugu curled into shapes like coral?
>Cakes so densely packed with south american sweets you could get a heart attack looking at them?
>A burrito both filled with bacon and wrapped in bacon, all with edible gold to make it unnecessarily expensive?
>The place served it all, and Marzy had more than just sampled everything they had to offer
>Her compact stomach resembled a blackhole as she cleaned every plate served to her
>Now on the flight back to HQ, Vincent was starting to regret eating there
>The food he ate was possibly the best he had ever touched, but the metric ton gobbled by his boss was enough to make him consider taking it all back
>Alone with him in the small but private space of the jet, Marzy had rolled over in her seat, suit jacket unbuttoned to reveal her dark bra and make room for her heaving gut
>Her bulging belly growled and grumbled over the roar of the engines, and she continued to shift uncomfortably in her plush chair
>With a deceptively soft groan from the woman as warning, she raised her plump rump in the air and let out a strained grunt
>Vincent was long past the effort to count just how many times she had farted during this lengthy flight back, but he cringed in sympathy as her bear buns parted to blast yet another gust of five star food reduced to chokingly thick clouds of the worst indigestion money could create
>Her tight skirt was a thread away from ripping around her waist as the plume of awful decadence and spoiled meat billowed out the brutalized fabric and added to the rest of her outbursts stuck to circulate in their cabin
>The aroma trapped with them was difficult to describe, seemingly shifting and changing into another elaborate nightmare every time they breathed it with how many distinct dishes she wolfed down
>He might have even found the whole ordeal of seemingly endless flatulence hot, if she hadn’t single-assedly raised the temperature in their space ten degrees and fogged their tiny windows
>They were both lucky the pilot was separated from this unforgiving miasma as Marzy pumped enough heated vapors into the jet to make it a hot air balloon
>Once her latest tuba solo reached a bubbly crescendo and a lengthy purring finish, she let out a satisfied sigh before letting her face twist with the increasingly familiar discomfort of more gas on the way
>She called out groggily to the increasingly light-headed man only a foot from her
>”Vince please! As your boss and y-your gi-girlfriend, I need you to start rubbing again!”
>Realizing his little break wasn’t doing him any good trapped in her bubble of bear gas, he considered asking the pilot to drop the air masks for the cabin she was rapidly over-pressurizing
>She might have been a miniature warhead the way she was explosively cranking out exhaust for this long, but he couldn’t resist the pleading fuzzy face on his beloved
>”Don’t worry, I’m coming to help that monstrous ‘asset’ of yours honeybear.”
>She laughed at the nickname, pausing to grip her aching insides again before teasingly wiggling her steaming hips at him
>”Big butt, so what?”
>Her endearingly childish humor was enough to help him push through the unquestionably unnatural barrier of aerosolized stink she was creating
>Lifting her bloated figure into his lap, he pressed down a hand onto her overworked fuzzy cauldron of swirling gasses
>Tracing slow steady circles, every time his hand dipped below her skirt she involuntarily let a short ripper fly, and he could practically feel the next surge of gas reload the chamber with every restart of the cycle
>A short muffled poot sank into his lap with a “Sorry…”
>Then a repeat of the same fart but a few seconds long with a groan
>Followed by a five second airy rasp like a deflating balloon with a “Whewww…”
>Before long the exponentially worsening blows lasted longer than his circles around her belly and broke the cycle
>She simply melted into his arms with half lidded eyes and a relieved smile, letting each beefy beast roll out of her effortlessly and billow her skirt like a sail
>For the assistant it may have felt like he was hastening his own oxygen deprivation related doom, but the way she looked was reward enough to keep going
>Feeling his mind gradually wear away as she continued to vibrate his lap with humid fumes and calm him with the relaxing thumping of her heart in her chest, he almost fell asleep in the increasingly toxic fog of condensed flatus
>That is until she leaned up to plant a deep kiss and whisper breathlessly
>”Keep going… I think we’re only past the second course... and I don’t even know just how many I ate.”