Bear of a Boss

	The sun swept low in the orange evening sky, tall buildings casting deep lengthy shadows across the busy streets and crowded sidewalks. All shapes and sizes of people clad in fur, feathers and even scales were represented in the constant foot traffic. Yet these sights were commonplace to Vincent. Instead he focused on avoiding walking into anyone as he turned the corner to Playwell Corporate Headquarters. The building was an impressive pillar of steel and glass, but his nice blue suit betrayed his actual importance. A more accurate way to gauge his position might have been the trays of hot coffee he was hauling through the rotating doors.

	With a nod to the colorfully feathered receptionist at the desk plastered in the images of the latest toys, he shouldered the elevator call button and tried to recompose himself. However, that would be difficult when both his arms were preoccupied holding enough java to sate a small army. Once the elevator arrived with a ding, he wasn’t impressed with the human staring down at him from the ceiling mirror. He did his best to blow the stray strands of slick black hair out of his face and nudge his tie back into place. He may have just been an assistant, but he worked for the top brass. So with an awkward hip movement he hit the button for the top floor and hummed along with the tinny jazz.

. . .

	Slipping through the large ornate doors as silently as he could, Vincent could practically feel the tension in the boardroom. “Here you go sir.” and “Sorry for the wait ma’am.” were his two most popular phrases as he passed out large disposable cups of pitch-black coffee, espressos, and other cups of joe to their respective owners. One a dully colored pigeon woman, another a large gorilla clad in a grey suit, all of them senior managers or important shareholders. Slowly depositing each and every cup to the one that had ordered it, he got to the big leather throne fit for the biggest boss of them all.

	Gingerly, he unveiled the dainty mocha drowning in whip cream and chocolate sprinkles. Even if their tastes didn’t stick out like a sore thumb, it wouldn’t have been hard to remember who this was for. He may have fetched coffee for everyone, but it was at his real boss’s request… who incidentally happened to be everyone’s boss here. Scooting in her uncomfortably large chair to accept the steaming cup was none other than Ms. Playwell herself. A short brown bear, no more than five feet tall, who looked comically tiny in the gigantic chair paced at the end of the lengthy boardroom table.
“Here you go Marzy, made sure it was the way you like it.”

	Yet despite the clear gap in ranks, the woman was unbothered by the use of her nickname. In fact she stopped her jittering for a moment to graciously take the cup in a paw. She was quite a sight, sitting in the executive seat of the high and mighty office overlooking the city with the stature of a small pear. Even more attention-drawing was how she wore a tiny top hat, and stiff shoulder pads decades out of style. Politely she whispered under her breath.

“Th-thank you Vincent…”

	Once the assistant slipped past her and towards his own tiny desk, something he jokingly referred to as “the kid’s table,” he sat back and watched the driest and dullest kind of fighting take place. One of corporate jargon that centered around constantly trying to snatch the spotlight after the last person spoke, of course with all the formalities to avoid ever appearing too impolite. Over time however his eyes were drawn to Marzy more than the others. For better or for worse her appearance attracted a lot of attention in this kind of environment… even if he kind of liked how different she looked.

	Lost in a fog of business lingo and pointless rebuttals, the human couldn’t help but eventually space out. That is until he caught the squat grizzly fidgeting with the hat’s position atop her curl of hair and scanning the room anxiously. He was her assistant after all, so he snapped out of his daze to flash her a smile and thumbs up. She registered his gesture with a thin smile and a considerably weaker pawed thumbs up in his direction. With slightly bolstered confidence she spoke up to the room.

“With that b-being said, I think we should disc-discontinue the ‘Talksa-lot-robot’ line and f-focus on our new race cars.”

	After a silence that dragged on just a little too long for everyone’s comfort, a gaunt looking owl with dark feathers piped up in return.

“Perhaps, but I think you should let the more experienced professionals here decide that.”

	In just a few seconds she was buried in an oncoming wave of discussion that completely disregarded her proposal. Vincent could see her little hat slide down her head like a wilted flower as she slumped into her chair. It was the kind of thing that made him want to march up to that table and say something, but that was a one-way ticket to being fired. Worst of all he couldn’t entirely blame their callous behavior towards her. She’d only been the majority shareholder for a couple weeks now. It didn’t help the little brown bear was the type to get anxious over an unexpected phone call in her mid-twenties, and now she was head of the company.

	Yet like always the hands on the clock slowly dragged on, bringing the sun down with their spiral as the night lights spontaneously blinked to life. It wasn’t until all the coffee was drained and even the most egotistical office worker couldn’t stand to hear themselves talk any longer that Marzy spotted the time and rose in her seat. ”O-okay, I think w-we settled the plans for bu-building more toy robots over the new model car pr-production line… even if I d-disagree. Meeting adjo-adj- over…”

	She sat back into her giant chair looking defeated, watching the drably dressed crowd slowly shuffle out the ornate doors. It wasn’t until the last person disappeared down the hallway she fumbled out of her gigantic seat. The unexpected entrepreneur walked to the large windows encompassing one of the walls to gaze over the city. In the reflection of the glass Vincent could spot her freckled face temporarily fill with a subtle wonder for the grand view. She did that frequently after a long meeting.

	Her slightly lifted spirits lasted until a deep watery gurgle resounded from her core, sounding like a churning pot of thick syrup. Her reflection quickly flashed a poorly restrained wince. Her voice was less tense but had a polite urgency in it. “Hey, uh, c-could you close the doors for me?”

	He already had a good idea of what the problem was, yet he figured he should ask anyway. Rising from his miniature desk he called over, “Anything troubling you?”

	“Well… I g-got invited to about three or four lunch meetings today…” She went back to nervously playing with her paws, sounding somewhat sheepish knowing they must have had this exact conversation before.

	“You know you don’t have to eat an entire lunch every time they take you to one of those places, right?” He did his best to scold her playfully. The mere fact he could try that with his superior spoke volumes to how the two had become fast friends.

	“I know, I know. It just s-seems so rude not to eat what they order for me.” Her stutter was under better control as the stress of the day started to lighten a little, but she had another pressing concern to handle soon. One that refused to stay quiet inside her grumbling stomach as the opportunity to relieve itself grew tantalizingly close. As soon as she heard the soft click of the doors shutting, she wasted no time hiking up a leg that further stretched the skirt already overtaxed by her prodigious bear bottom.

	With only a deceptively cute grunt as warning, she unleashed something no shareholder or any employee needed to know about her. The one exception to her secret was Vincent, who didn’t even need to turn around to guess what would happen next. Brazenly entering the room and leaving Marzy was a thunderclap of a fart that could’ve been mistaken for someone more than double her size. Hell, her assistant had the privilege of briefly serving her mountain of a father before he left, but Vincent would still wager even that massive grizzly couldn’t rival the pure bass that pumped out of her chubby buns after a hard day at work.

	Her shoulders slumped in relief as the beast of pure gas claimed any vacant space in the economically compact room, filling it with an unruly mixture of sour honey and rancid meat. It would be several seconds before her pent-up windstorm agitated by today’s anxiety would sputter to an end, accompanied by a long sigh of relief.

”Oooooooh, you wouldn’t b-believe how long I was holding that one…”

	Walking back to her side through the dreadfully thick cloud of humid heat already spreading out from under her skirt, her assistant couldn’t help but make a comment. “Have you been into the honey candy again?”

Shifting from bliss to blushing embarrassment she muttered out, “C-c-can you really tell that just by the smell?”

	He couldn’t help but chuckle seeing how her reaction totally confirmed his suspicions. “I think it’s just something I’ve learned to pick out after spending enough time in the same office as you.”

	”Sooo, I guess y-you already know that if I’ve been in the candy again, and exactly what it does to me… it’s o-only more reason I’ll want you to…” Her courage faltered as her fuzzy face began to rival a ripened tomato in color. “…rub my belly.”

	It would be pretty honest to say Vincent had never signed up for anything like this, but oddly enough he found this peculiar quirk just as interesting as the rest of Marzy’s oddities. In such a straight-laced cage of an office job, her unusual problem was a breath of fresh air for him… although literally speaking it was closer to the exact opposite. ”You could just order me to do that as my boss, you know?”

	He paused, still reeling a little from the stench she could produce. It was difficult to adjust to her abundant supply of wind when her diet changed on a dime. Depending on where the company saw fit to dine at the office might reek of salty fishy caviar that stole your breath, or spicy curry that could singe your nose hairs. Yet something about the way she trusted him with this dirty secret made her only more endearing. “…but I’m glad you feel the need to ask me anyway.”

	“I’m happy you app-appreciate it, but maybe that’s more reason I shouldn’t be the boss around h-here.” She leaned her back against the glass window, trying to hide her joy he was so willing to ease her roiling guts like this. She wasn’t sure if someone could officially complain about exposure to excessive flatulence to HR, but asking your subordinate to touch you was a little more eyebrow raising.

	The moment Vincent’s palm sunk snuggly against her expensive outfit, she couldn’t suppress a contented coo of delight. Watching her begin to really unwind, he tried to quell her worries. Not just as a lackey yes-man, but as her only genuine connection in this entire company. ”Come on, you’re perfect for this job. You’re a cute teddy bear that runs a toy company.” He’d have to wait a second for her response, because as she relaxed her ample ass decided to speak for her.

	With her backside pressed against the window, her second outburst of the night rumbled out as it vibrated against the smooth glass. The sound became choppier as her pent-up gas billowed out, fighting against her bubble butt and the hard surface in it’s way. A glance below her raised stub of a tail revealed a growing patch of condensed ass smog fogging up the glass as it rolled out of her in torturously thick puffs.

	As the gas cloud surrounding the two only grew thicker with her self-produced heatwave of noxious fumes, Vincent seriously considered he might get some overtime tonight digging out the febreze and wrangling her leftover miasma. Understandably after a couple bad ones like those she frequently enlisted his help removing any evidence of her irritable bowels.

	Once the reverberations of her cheeks against the thick glass softened to a purr, Marzy let her eyelids droop in relief. Her gut had returned to a manageable degree of pressure for the first time in hours. Doing her best to act like she hadn’t interrupted the conversation with another world-class bout of gas, the bear cleared her throat before answering him. “Thank you, i-it means a lot you think I can do this…” Laying back into his slow strokes against her midsection, she continued. “I ju-just can’t understand how dad did this.”

	Politely fanning the rather overwhelming aroma of expensive steak long since expired and fouled sweets with one hand from his nose, Vincent gave it some thought. “Mr. Playwell was good at his job, but really you don’t give yourself enough credit. I think you just need the confidence to really make your ideas pop!” As if to add an exclamation to his statement, Marzy’s rear added a short bubbling pop that left her ears raised in surprise.

	Politely she mumbled, “Excuse me…” even if that had been far from the most egregious thing she’d released tonight. She looked up to him with a glimmer in her brown eyes, wordlessly encouraging him to continue.

	“You clearly care about this job. You’re always typing away at papers or memos and attending meetings to understand every little cog and wheel of the company. It’s more than anyone should expect from someone put in your position so… unexpectedly.”

	She sighed, clearly having mixed feelings about the whole situation. At least with her last meeting of the day behind her and most of the gas ailing her expelled from her own behind, she was composed enough to let her stutter soften. “It’s… I’ve always w-wanted to be doing this. Run the company dad built from the ground up… But it seems like no one wants to listen to Marzipan Playwell instead of Mr. Playwell…”

	Instead of focusing on the air pollution inside that outclassed anything the huge city could produce, Vincent lost himself in the rhythms of pressing his fingers down against her stomach. A layer of silky clothes over soft fur, with an admittedly delightful dollop of pudge underneath. “Come on, who wouldn’t want to talk to Marzipan Playwell? It’s a cute name too.”

	That compliment got a little chuckle out of her. “Oh, it’s okay I guess. He wanted to name me something unique, and Marzipan can be sweet, brown, and made with honey… But I like to go by ‘Marzy’ when I can.” She paused for a moment, looking up at him with her freckled face. “Y’know, I think you’re the only one here who actually kept calling me Marzy after I asked you to… thanks for that.”

The man laughed in response. “Hey, you’re easily the best boss I’ve had, so it’s no problem. Maybe you can call me Vince?”

	“Okay, sure.” She responded, closing her eyes to savor the kneading her uneasy insides were receiving. His hands had a way of making those anxious butterflies in her stomach just fly straight out of her skirt. Ordinarily she’d feel too guilty to subject someone to this side of her, but the man never seemed to mind. Most importantly he did so in a way that didn’t feel forced by fear of losing his job.

	It wasn’t long until both coworkers felt an angry force bubble and swirl inside her stomach, eliciting a groan and a short warning from the bear. “Um, Vince… I think I’ve got just a little more in the tank. If you could sq-squeeze down a lit-“

	Her statement was interrupted with an eep as he pressed down his palm more firmly, causing her ample rear to sound off immediately like a garbled trumpet. Strong and sharp, the tone sporadically raised and lowered in pitch while the last pocket of gas was forced out of her. Maybe a more rational person would react with disgust, but deep down Vincent was slightly awed by the spectacle. She could really crank out a storm of gas despite her appearances, and something about that contrast interested him more than he cared to say.

	However he was pulled from any stray thoughts by the overpowering cloud of fermented meat and stingingly bitter sugar wafting up to him. He couldn’t deny it was bad, REALLY bad… the kind of smell that would inevitably settle into his suit and linger there whenever he really put his nose in there… but the way her eyelids drooped and a smile formed on the corner of her lips while letting that wave of stink out made it all worth it.

	Puttering to a lengthy end with a low airy finish, she exhaled a breath of satisfaction. “Phew, I think that’s the last of it. I uh… I know what you always say but y-you could just ask me to hold it in until I head home. I’m well aware it’s a lot to deal with…”

	Her assistant raised his arm from her belly and put it on the back of his neck. “Hey, it’s just a natural body function and all that. Nothing to be ashamed of between friends.”

	Marzy’s embarrassment lessened when she perked up at his last word. “Oh, I’m glad to hear you think of us as friends… I do too I just uh, th-thought it might sound a little forced coming from your boss.”

	“Don’t worry about it, it’s nice just coming into work knowing I’ll see you...” A small pause turned into a long silence as both mulled over what he just said. It was only interrupted as Marzy herself suppressed a cough.

	“I know you’re fine with it, but I r-really don’t think whoever comes in here next will appreciate the air I’ve left behind... or whatever’s left of it. Could you get the air fresheners while I grab my laptop and respond to a couple emails? I’ll stay in here instead of the office to keep you company...”

. . .

	The next morning was the same as usual for Vincent. Quick breakfast in the small but adequate apartment he payed a fortune to lease in the beating heart of the metropolitan area. Rushing into the subway past a flurry of diverse species all ranging from a few feet taller than him and plowing their way through to those a few feet shorter than him dashing between the ephemeral gaps in bodies. The top of the towering Playwell Headquarters was only starting to reflect the deep orange sunrise when he checked into the building. With his usual wave to the tropical avian woman at the front desk, it was the start of another workday.

	He always came in a little earlier than Marzy herself, normally to start plowing through the pile of meeting arrangements and missed calls for someone in her position. Yet as he pecked away at her schedule with the usual array of apologetic emails and brief professional messages asking them to contact her again, he noticed something strange. Later this morning she had a good block of time set aside for something unusual. The only listed reason was “Lunch.” Considering even her lunch breaks were normally a mess of smaller meetings, this struck him as odd. Combing his hand through his dark head of hair he figured he’d have to ask her about that when she came in.

	He’d spend the next hour or so working away at his own desk in her personal office, dull clicking against his keyboard interspersed with the most professional business voice he could muster for any incoming calls. “She’ll be back in the office later today.” was repeated enough he figured they could just have an answering machine do it. As repetitive as it was, it was his job. Besides, he took some pride in his work. Arranging all the little details for someone he wanted to see succeed was enough inspiration. Sometimes it felt like he was the only one pulling for the little heiress in this damn company.

	His thoughts were interrupted however, as the bear herself opened the door with a creak. “Good morning Vicen-, uh, V-vince!” Taking her seat rather closely to his own smaller desk, she grinne watching him wave back.

	“Hey Marzy, I wanted to ask you something…” He stopped however when she raised a paw to signal she needed a moment. And sure enough less than a second afterwards she leaned in her seat to fire off a short shotgun blast of a fart, amplified further by the leather seat.

	“I’m sorry… t-that one was rolling around since breakfast and you can only make so many ex-excuses to the chauffeur to get him to roll down the windows.”

	Sure enough the usual workplace aroma for her assistant was renewed with the vengeful ghost of this morning’s greasy sausage and scrambled eggs. As foul as it was, Vincent found he didn’t even need to fan the air away anymore.  “It’s probably nothing, but what did you section off these couple of hours for?” Turning his monitor towards her, she reacted with wide eyes above her freckled cheeks.

	“I… I well… it’s for ‘lunch’ like it says…” She took a deep breath, only flustering her further as she took in just how vile that short fart was. Beginning to fan the air politely she continued, “I guess I wanted to take a break from the usual business lunches…” Her demeanor faltered for a moment as she looked away. “And it w-was going to a sur-surprise, but I wanted you to come along… as my assistant of course.” She looked back up to him, waiting nervously for his response.

As if he even had to think about it. “Sure, it’s a date!”

	She responded with an anxious flutter of her arms, “Of course it’s n-not like a DATE d-date, HR wouldn’t allow that… Just inviting you to help me with work and a-all that.”

	Vincent had to hesitate now. He thought nothing of it until that awkward reaction. Was he making a big deal out of nothing, or did his boss really make a move on him? Either way it seemed like he had made her uncomfortable, so he pipe up quickly. “Well no matter where we go and eat I’m sure it will be fun. Thanks for brining me along.”

	Marzy laughed abruptly, focusing her eyes on the screen ahead of her. “Oh, t-think nothing of it… We’ll go over some plans and I’ll buy lunch.” Returning to their mutual quiet as she dove into Vincent’s list of calls to return, the brown bear waited for her heart to stop thumping in her chest. Yet it wouldn’t settle down until she’d returned several calls that day. In her head she thought, “Not a second after I fart right in front of him he goes turning this into a date…”

	Regardless of the fact he seemed to have steered away from that slip-up, she couldn’t help but think about it. “I haven’t even been on a date in years…” Memories of accidentally hotboxing a fellow student’s luxury car after dinner sparked through her mind rather vividly. Yet the realization it would be Vince rather than a prestigious academy snob who wilted after a little gas calmed her nerves. The man literally rubbed her stomach when it felt off, he wouldn’t be bothered.

She straightened her back and reassured herself it was a good idea to put this plan in motion after their talk last night.

Right?

. . .

	Soon enough the two descended down the elevator and pushed through the rotating doors with a puff of air conditioning at their backs against the summer heat. Vincent could watch her played with her phone for a moment before asking, “So, what do you drive?”

	She laughed at his question, “I don’t think I’ve driven anything since I got my license.” As if on cue a slick black vehicle pulled up to the curb in front of them. “Oh, that’s him! C-come on, you can sit beside me in the back.”

	Even if Marzy occasionally mentioned the privileges her kind of money provided, she wasn’t one to flaunt her wealth. That’s why the assistant besides her became acutely aware how cheap his suit was stepping back into the pristine seats separated from the driver by a glass barrier. The best he could do was gawk around while she hit the switch for a tiny intercom. “Don’t mind the guest today. Sorry if I f-forgot to mention he’d be coming. But um, just take us to the usual place.”

	Feeling his body push back into the plush seat once the chauffeur hit the gas, Vincent spoke up with a hint of awe. “So... where is ‘the usual place’ at?”

	Opening her mouth to speak for a moment, she stopped. Only after a pause she resumed in an uncharacteristically cheeky voice he hadn’t heard from her before. “Now you already figured out the first surprise… so j-just wait until we get there.” Cracking open a compartment filled with ice and bubbly drinks, she spoke up. “Don’t worry, it’s not too far away. I like to go there on breaks to think for a bit.” Plucking a bottle of soda for herself, she sat back to crack open the cap with a fizzing pop.

	Right before raising the drink to her lips she paused, eyes darting to Vincent uncomfortably doing his best to appear casual. “Oh! Do you want a drink? I f-forgot to offer one because I’m usually the only one in here…”

	Gingerly reaching towards a bottle of pristine glacial water, the man found himself the more flustered one here. “Thank you, I’ll just take a little water.”

	“Oh, well I can grab it!” At the same time Marzy reached for the same bottle. In less than a second Vincent felt the cold mist of the ice cubes replace by a soft fuzzy bear paw. Even worse he was so taken aback by the sensation he held there for a moment, before swiftly retracting his hand.

	“Sorry, I should have let you grab it for me.” Vincent desperately hung onto any professionalism he could as his boss silently deposited the drink in his cupholder, noticeable blush mixing with her freckles. One glance into the polished glass of his window told him he was just as red as her. Internally he could only think, “Damn it, I’m just eating lunch with my boss and I’m acting like a kid at his first school dance.” Trying to not linger on how his own disastrous prom went, he stiffly faked relaxing into his seat. “Um… it must be nice having someone to drive you around wherever you want.”

	The small brown bear took a swig of her soda with downcast eyes, “Eh, I mostly just go back and forth between w-work. Even before this job I didn’t have all that much to do with myself…” With her gaze shifting somewhere between the passenger beside her and the endless urban sprawl flying past his window, she continued. “I went to university and all that, but most of the people I met only really cared about each other’s business connections. Not the kind of people you spend time with willingly. So that left me mostly hanging out at home.”

	Vincent’s tension eased after listening to her be so open. “I can sort of relate. After college I moved far from home and most of my friends. Used to talk to them online, but after a few years people sort of grow apart. Most of my day is spent at the office too.” Letting the awkward silence mix with the hum of tires on asphalt, he tried to shift to a more positive note. “But hey, work is good with a boss as nice as you.”

	Even if she didn’t look back at him directly, she smiled widely. “Oh, well same for you. You’re the best secretary I’ve ever had… M-maybe the only one, but still, definitely the best.”

	The two kept the silence at bay with a little small talk, office gossip about one reptilian accountant’s rather infamous toupee and even rumors about who the girl at the front desk was sneaking out to see. In only around fifteen minutes, Marzy emptied a couple bottles of the bubbly concoction while Vincent rarely took a sip of his own water.

	It caught both their attentions when the metal and concrete gave way to greener surroundings. Marzy leaned to point out the window as she excitedly announced, “Here we are! We’re aUUURP-” The short grizzly politely muffled the rest of her unexpectedly loud burp of fizzy carbonation before continuing. “We’re uh, we’re at the park like I was saying…”

	Even if his boss was currently scolding herself for her latest faux pas around him, Vincent could care less when it showed how much more relaxed she was. Besides, he was busy ogling how the carpet of grass and leafy trees seemingly erupted from the paved grid. A green oasis surrounded by a skyline of imposing artificial mountains. He may have lived here for a while, but he never found the time to check out this place before. Yet he paused when he thought about their destination a second longer. “Wait, weren’t we planning to eat somewhere?”

	She bounced a little in her seat beside him, “There’s always someone selling something to eat around here. I think it’s kind of fun seeing what we find!” She paused, returning to her normal volume after the unexpected rise in excitement, “I mean maybe it’s not what you expected, but I like it more than the s-same place with the same menu every day.”

	He replied with a hint of her own enthusiasm, “No, that sounds wonderful. Especially going outside and taking a break from being indoors all day.” The momentum of the vehicle gradually slowed until they stopped by the curb. With practiced timing their doors clicked open and the chauffer gave them a wave through the barrier. Vincent climbed out surprisingly eager as he spoke up to her, “Which way boss?”

	Standing a foot shorter than him, she raised a paw above her eyes before surveying the sprawling paths curving in different directions. “Let’s head that way!”

. . .

	Leisurely strolling underneath the fluttering blankets of shade afforded by the treetops expanding over the walkways, neither of the two felt any reason to rush on the rather extended lunch break. Despite the ever-present heat that summertime carried in the city, a pleasant breeze pushed through his stuffy suit and rustled the tiny top hat on her head. The songs of birds rather oddly intermixed with the music of the occasional street performer.

	Carrying on that cooling wind eventually came a familiar tune. One anyone from any age group could identify as meaning one thing. Ice cream. It didn’t take an expert to notice Marzy’s head swivel towards the source of the melody.

	Sure enough as the business associates rounded a bend through the thriving foliage, a small cart revealed itself with the frozen treat. Vincent, being the first to actually spot it, nudged one of his boss’s shoulder pads to get her attention. “Hey, do you want to get some ice cream for lunch?”

	“Of course! That sounds perfect.” Seeing her perk up more happily than he’d ever seen her at work, she caught him by surprise when she grabbed his hand and pulled him forward.

	The feeling of that same fuzzy paw wrapping around his hand, holding him by the astoundingly soft pads underneath sent a jolt up his spine as he kicked his legs into action to keep up with her pace. Something felt entirely off about having so much fun while technically being on the clock, but he didn’t let the feeling sink in. Instead he sprinted behind her until the two skidded to a stop in their sleek business shoes.

	Scanning the menu in record time, Marzy spoke up to the somewhat surprised woman running the little cart. “Oh, can I get the cookie dough ice cream, waffle cone, and um in the ‘extra large blizzard’ size.” Not waiting a moment she leaned into Vincent for the next part, “And he’ll be having…” She paused with a gesture in his direction to let him fill the blank.

	“How about a scoop of butter pecan?” Watching the woman start scooping their rather disproportionately sized cones, Marzy chided him playfully.

“Come on Vince, I’ll buy you a larger size just so I look like less of a pig here.”

	Enjoying just how confident she sounded above her usual meek stutter, he responded. “Hey, you’re the big boss around here. It only makes sense you get the executive size.”

	Taking the rather absurdly large mound of chilled dairy from the lady at the cart, Marzy stood on the tips of her toes to appear as tall as she could. “Well then, if I’m really the big boss I order you to keep strolling with me today. Also, I don’t want to hear a word about you paying. This is a business expense, and it’s fully tax deductible for me.”

	“I think I can live with that.” Taking his own ordinarily sized cone, he watched his boss flash a wad of cash before delicately skimming off what she needed for the food. “Maybe I can pay for a little snack on our way out?”

	She shushed him before he could say anymore. “No, I said I was paying for lunch earlier, so it’s all on me.” Yet after a short pause she added, “…but maybe getting something on the way out is a good idea, I might still be hungry after this.”

. . .

	Further into their walk, Vincent fought against the heat of the sun to eat his ice cream fast enough. In contrast the bear had devoured the impressive dairy adversary and was working her way down the last of the cone. To her professional credit however, her face was spotless despite the sheer quantity of dripping desert that moved past her lips. Feeling like they were nearing the end of their lunch her assistant spoke up. “Thanks. This has been way more fun than I thought a business lunch could be.”

	Her smile waned to a weak grin after he said that. “It really has been fun. W-which makes it harder for me to get to the actual business I wanted t-to talk to you about.” Seeing about a hundred different directions for this to go in, Vincent waited patiently for her to continue. “Come on, let’s find a bench b-before I get into this.”

	Parking themselves on a nice wooden bench secluded from anyone else passing through, she lowered her cone before speaking. “Honestly I’m not sure how business related this r-really is, or if I should be talking about this with you, but really you felt like the right choice.” She twiddled the triangular tip of the waffle cone around in circles before blurting the next part out. “I got an offer for all my shares recently. It’s an in-insane amount of money, even for me.”

	Brow furrowed in thought, he spoke softly to her. “Really? Do you want to sell off all your stake in Playwell Toys? You’d lose your position on the board.”

	Her voice fell into more of a mumble as she gestured to the park around them. “Yeah… b-but do I really need to work there? I’ve got enough money already, without this j-job I’d have more time to do fun things like this.” Letting her hat slide down her head with a slump she added, “Besides, it’s my dad’s company, not really mine.”

	Vincent reached a hand over her shoulder. The gesture was taken rather well as she let her increasingly limp body slump more in his direction. “That’s not true, not at all.” He tossed his melting ice cream straight into a nearby trashcan to focus on her. “I know I didn’t work for Mr. Playwe-… your father, for very long. But there’s no way he would see it that way. He talked about you all the time.”

She pivoted a rounded ear towards him to listen. “Oh? W-what did h-he say?”

	“He talked about your good grades, your degree… He was really proud someone like you would replace him one day. The few times he brought up his own past he sounded a bit insecure about his lack of professional education.” Wrapping his arm around both her shoulders in a way that Marzy fully encouraged, he tried to summarize his perspective. “It’s really none of my business what you do, but I think he’d want you to keep at it. And if I recall correctly how much effort you put into your work, you’d hate to just give up the family business like this.”

	Even if she was locking her eyes on the pebbles beneath them, she leaned her head stiffly into his shoulder. This gave Vincent all the more reason to lean against her for the next part he whispered. “Also it’s kind of selfish… but if you stopped working here there’s no way whoever fills your shoes could be a better boss...” Pulling the hat back up her curl of hair he waited for her eyes to meet his before finishing his statement. “Or a better friend.”

	“Aw, d-don’t say it like that. I th-think I’d still try to do stuff like this with you even without this job… But come on, even if I want to run the company you know better than anyone else how I ac-actually do in this position. I haven’t exactly ap-appeared all that capable, plenty of people have told me to step down.”

	His voice raised in confidence as the background became irrelevant compared to the teddy bear beside him. “I know exactly how well you do, and all you need is that push to really get in there and show them what you can do! Come on, how about we start heading back to the office now? I’ll help you work on your next presentation to the board, even write and rehearse it.”

	Pushing her soft body deeper into his side, she murmured the next part. “That’s a good idea… just let me sit here like this a little longer…” Her pause was filled by a rumble from her core that Vincent could actually feel pressed against her like this. “And maybe I’ll get you something to eat because you threw out your ice cream… of course also a little something for myself while I’m at it.”

. . .

	After several hotdogs, churros, and even a food truck burger from what they passed on the way back, Marzy’s stomach grumbled ominously during the drive. While Vincent assumed it was still hunger from the bottomless stomach she was unintentionally showcasing all day, she knew the truth of the noise. Dairy never fully agreed with her, and she had more than enough to weaponize her gut right now. She tried to pay it no mind however, because she was an expert at holding even the worst gas until after business hours. Besides… she was oddly enthused by another excuse to get Vincent rubbing her stomach again.

	Now the two were busy in her office hours after their lunch, notecards with rough handwriting strewn across both their desks while she repeated her lines again to her audience of one. “Please consider r-ramping down production on the ‘Talksa-lot-robot’ line, there’s popular phone apps that can do the same thing.”

	Her assistant tried his best to remain supportive as she nervously rocked on her heels, giving a less than stellar performance. “Not bad, not bad… but don’t say ‘please.’ You’re the boss here and you have to act like it in front of them. They won’t listen otherwise.” Seeing her anxiously clench a couple notecards in her paws he had another idea. “Hey, maybe try a different pose or something? I hear it can make you more confident, or at least fake more confidence.”

	To try and demonstrate he widened his stance and raised his arms. “Maybe try something like this I guess?” Following the same instructions with her noticeably more bottom-heavy proportions, Marzy appeared just the slightest bit less nervous. That wouldn’t last as her widened stance eased her unconscious hold on her behind. With an audible gurgle a trapped pocket of gas sunk deeper into her system. Even if she had honed the skills of delaying her usual timebomb of a stomach, the unrelenting surge of pressure tested her limits.

	Her face strained for a moment to push back the unplanned exodus of fermented funk, causing her to silently whimper. She considered rescheduling for an “emergency meeting” later to deflate in peace before the day ended, but hopefully her restless insides would settle down before it reached that point. Straightening back into the pose Vincent showed her, she waited for his opinion.

	“It’s not bad, but maybe try…” He gestured enthusiastically with his hands, not quite finding the words he was looking for. “Y’know, try to make the posture more… imposing.”

	Marzy wiggled everything from her toes to her nose trying to get the stance right, but feeling the bubbling concoction of junk food protest her excessive movements she stopped. Instead she came up with another idea. “Hey, why d-don’t you just kind of pose me? Like a toy!” Closing the already small gap between them, the bear leaned her back against him. “I think I really just need you to get the arms and legs right.”

	Unbeknownst to the woman, her rather wide hips protruding against him were proving to be a major distraction. Vincent desperately attempted to focus on how the people on magazine covers posed as he delicately moved her wrists. “Okay, give me a second to figure out what I’m doing here.”

	His boss on the other hand was finding this surprisingly fun, pretending to be a stiff action figure with an embarrassing amount of dedication. She even remained as still as a mannequin when he awkwardly shifted her legs with a tilt. She went out of her way to keep a rather stiff face too, until her assistant made one small mistake. Trying to tilt her back slightly, he shifted downward and pressed just hard enough against the bloated curve of her stomach.

	Like a big brown fuzzy button had been pushed, a flood of turbulent tainted air made a rush for the nearest exit between her bear buns. Even if she had been prepared for it, there was no way she could have held back the full wave Vincent had involuntarily stirred. With a violent sputtering bass her ass erupted against his poorly positioned crotch, the close proximity muffling the noise into a quieter purr. Her quaking rear vibrating against him like a gelatinous subwoofer, only made harder to ignore as the sensation of a torrent of swelteringly hot gas seeping pure warmth into his pants.

	Even when the cloud of thick exhaust reached his nose, the overbearing remnants of rotten sweets and aged dairy fought with the wonderful forces at work against his lap. The accidental burst only lasted a few seconds, but it rocked Vincent hard enough he could’ve sworn it lasted longer than anything she’d previously dropped around him. When she let her fuzzy stub of a tail drift down against him as the fart tapered off with an involuntary sigh, her assistant remained in a stupor as intense as the gas swirling around his head.

	A couple moments would go by in deafening silence between the mutually blushing duo before Marzy broke an arm free from her little game to hold her aching stomach. She clearly underestimated the beast gurgling inside her, because after that little slip-up she could feel her normally secure grip between her cheeks crumble like a rapidly collapsing dam. Too embarrassed to turn around she muttered, “Uh, Vince? Do you think w-we can schedule a little time for me to ‘decompress’ real soon?”

	Flush with equal discomfort from considering how great that just felt, he remained firm against her. “Sure… no problem…” Internally he screamed at the oddity of his predicament, “How in the hell does rubbing her stomach sound LESS awkward right now?” That wouldn’t be the last silent scream however, as an abrupt knocking against the door resounded like thunder.

“Hello? I know this is unexpected, but I assure you this is an urgent matter of high importance.”

	Marzy resumed her action figure pose as she froze up like a statue, nearly losing her balance when Vincent left her side to make a mad dash for the air freshener. Spraying around haphazardly in a concerningly futile attempt to overshadow the power of her flatulence, his bear boss whispered through clenched teeth. “Vince… that’s the g-guy!” Seeing his noticeable confusion she whispered out again, “He’s the guy who off-offered to buy all my shares. I have to say ‘no’ to his deal r-r-really politely or he might cause trouble as the second largest shareholder.”

	The force she was clenching her derriere with was visible through her stretched skirt as she elaborated in an even lower voice. “…I th-think I’m about to blow up any second now, and I c-can’t just turn him away.”

“Excuse me, are you in there Marzipan Playwell?”

	Feeling their time limit dwindle rapidly, Vincent tried to come up with anything useful, “I could tell him you’re sick, not feeling well.”

	She shook her head to deny that option. “I’ve a-a-already been putting him o-off since I got this position, he’s g-getting impatient.”

	Recalling rather vividly how the otherwise booming ripper she had just cut earlier was muffled by his body he hissed out more half-baked ideas. “You could try to let it out silently, or reduce the noise with something?”

	She bounced her hips back and forth anxiously, “With wh-what? Besides, you know b-better then anyone he’ll smell what I’m d-doing a mile aw-away.”

	Vincent desperately scanned the room for something better than a leather seat cushion more likely to amplify her noisy outbursts than quiet them. Drawing an absolute blank he blurted something out, “Use me.” Immediately regret sank into him like an unpleasant chill while the oddity of his suggestion sank into him.

	His feelings only grew more complicated as she bit her lip with a strained blushing face. “Um… uh, that’s…” She was interrupted by a louder call from behind the door.

“Are you skipping work Ms. Playwell? Already this early on the job?”

	Marzy resumed her normal voice for a second to respond, “I’m here! Just g-give me a second, wrapping up an important call…” Leaning into Vincent’s ear she spoke faintly. “I don’t know what y-you’re planning, but please try it before I choke out the f-febreze you sprayed.” One bear paw on her gut and the other wedged underneath her tail, she worked on quelling the protests of her already overpressurized insides still stirring with more freshly produced gas.

	Vincent raced to her desk, still checking for any alternatives to his plan. Hell, he wasn’t even sure what his plan was. The idea to have her fart in his lap was stupid. You can’t have a professional meeting sitting in someone’s lap. “Could I hide myself?” He wondered out loud in a whisper. Ducking underneath the leg compartment of her amply oversized desk, he tried to figure out if he could maybe bend his legs in a way she could sit on them with being seen himself. That might muffle things a little.

	He nearly jolted his head into the low wood surface above him when he heard the door click open. Sounding distressingly closer the voice resumed, “Ah, I forgot to mention I have a key. Hope you don’t mind if I drop in.”

	Hearing him loud and clear now, the human made a realization while unfolding his current pretzeled body. This was the darkly feathered owl who came into the board room meetings… and the one to completely disregard Marzy’s suggestions yesterday. That probably explained the evident worry in her voice.

“Oh, come r-right on in. I just finished… the c-call… that is…”

	With the sounds of her heels against the floor coming closer, Vincent used her large chair as leverage to pop his head out and warn her where he was. Facing up to look at her however, his view would be nothing but two plump fuzzy moons squeezed into a business skirt.

	Marzy let out a small “eep” as she felt her wide ass part to engulf something unexpected on her seat. Her bottom-heavy stature making it possible she entirely hid his head from sight. Her assistant’s reaction of surprise was rendered inaudible through the twin mounds of furry bear butt. The small grizzly was a lot heavier than she looked, firmly keeping him pushed into the leather seat.

	“Oh? Now what was that about?” The owl leered down at the woman as she sat down, confusion apparent on both their faces.

	Marzy tried to keep a straight face feeling Vincent freeze up underneath her and attempt to breathe through the residual fart funk engrained into her skirt. This only added a cold sweat to her current gas cramps. “It’s n-n-nothing… I’m uh… sore from r-running?” The last part sounded especially adlibbed, given she knew better than anyone her usual “hibernation fat” was year-round from lack of exercise. But luckily he didn’t seem to care about the accuracy of her fitness routine, handwaving the comment like everything she said.

	While the two got through forced pleasantries, Vincent’s mind was ablaze with conflicting emotions. Fear of being caught in such a compromising position, both for himself and his boss. An awkward pleasure from having his face pushed down by the softest pair of weighty cheeks he could imagine on his face and all around his head. Even a bit of primal desire breathing in a hint of her musky sweat… thought that scent was vastly overshadowed by the odor of poorly aged dairy and cheap meaty fumes that recently doused her clothes. But he chose to focus on being quiet and riding this out.

	With neither of the two willing to move, Marzy gulped when she realized with another downward surge in pressure Vincent was in the blast zone for what felt like the worst gas cramp she’d had in months. “Was this his idea?” she wished she had more time to think about it, but she kept to the task at hand. She stealthily moved a paw below the table and held her stomach in a desperate bid to buy more time. “Wh-what did you come in for?”

	He sneered through his ebony beak. “I’m here to say that my offer for your shares is about to expire. In fact it might be gone with the wind as we speak.”

	If anything his threat was meant to play off the fact he was a bird, but it was doubly effective as Marzy desperately avoided releasing a wind of her own. “W-what do you mean by t-that?” Quickly losing the battle to her own bowels, she nervously fidgeted in her seat. With the confused captive underneath her, this caused her skirt to grind against him and slowly ride-up. The result being only a thin sheet of silky fabric with rubbed-in anxious ursine sweat separated Vincent from his boss’s trembling tailhole.

	“I’m saying that I represent most of the board, and we’re starting to think it might be best if you simply weren’t on the board of directors, perhaps even in the company at all.” He folded his wings and watched the short bear squirm. Little did he know the implications of what he was saying only accounted for half her jittery reactions. The timing of his latest news formed a terrible synergy with her overburdened insides.

	She figured the others looked down on her, but this was the first true threat aimed directly at her. Marzy felt the weight of cold hard dread push into her guts, acting as the final straw as it weakened her rear-focused resolve. Straining to limit the release to a fraction of the gaseous flood begging to come out, her asshole fired off a few short sharp leaks of sweltering gas while almost touching his nose. Ordinarily it would have sounded like a pinched balloon struggling to deflate, but the face pressed underneath her kept the volume to a near silent rumble.

	Vincent may have had some experience around Marzy’s particularly pervasive gas, but taking a fart directly into his sinuses was a whole new level. He reeled after the first volley of heinous hot air like steam from spoiled cookie dough in a broth of hotdog water crawled into his nose. He did his best to stay silent but that became increasing difficult after the second and third short visits of her lunch’s unholy specter caused him to seriously consider wriggling out from under her. Yet his urge to keep his friend out of trouble kept him rooted in place... as well as an eerily familiar feeling resurging in his chest. Almost a fascination with what his boss’s unbearable gas factory could produce.

	Above the desk Marzy silently thanked her accidental fart muffler, “I can’t believe he hasn’t made a sound after THAT...” After a second to regain the hold on her hindquarters and readjust to the situation at hand, she spoke up to the feathered fiend. “Now w-what exactly are you g-getting at here? It’s t-technically MY company more than y-your’s.”

	He scoffed at her response. “Perhaps just your shares compared to mine, but you only make 45% these days. Yet with my colleagues working together, we could create a 50% majority.” As he continued naming specific board members, Marzy leaned back to ease out a more controlled hiss of silent intestinal smog before she boiled over. The length of her toxic leak stretched on and on without providing any real relief, all while she struggled to keep her best poker face in place. She wasn’t happy about what she was subjecting her assistant to, but at the moment she was hoping a very early Christmas bonus might make up for this.

	“Now normally we wouldn’t come together like this, but doubts about your ability to lead have made this a lot more possible...” The avian man elaborated unaware of her indigestion, mostly because Vincent found himself inhaling almost every ounce of her belching bubble butt before it could escape into her office. “Why, you can’t even keep your direct subordinates in line, that coffee boy got my order wrong last time!”

	Even if the grizzly’s mind was lost in a mix of fear for her position, concern for the friend underneath her... and a little bit of guilty pleasure feeling his breathing circulate the air right underneath her nethers... Marzy’s attention was caught by his latest remark. Recalling the public speaking practice she had just been doing, the brown bear raised her voice with a little more confidence. “And what does Vince h-have to do with my ability to lead?”

	“If you can’t get the coffee-fetcher doing his job right, then what good are you?” Cockily he leaned back in his chair, pushing his expensive shoes on her desk. “I think I’ll offer to buy your shares one more time, but at a more ECONOMIC price. Say 5% of what we last discussed? Does that sound like a fair deal Marcy?”

	Marzy always assumed the others looked down on her, but this blunt browbeating was getting the message across to her in a way no regulated meeting ever could. With her deepest fears realized she took a deep breath, fearing she might crumble on the spot. However, a previously suppressed inkling of frustration sparked inside her, starting a completely different kind of impending eruption inside of her.

In a flurry of memories flashing back into her mind, she recalled a common theme in the times she could relax with her one confidant. Vincent reminded her that she really was the boss here every day since she’d gotten the position. He even did it in the most polite ways that put her at ease. So maybe it was about time she acted like it? “If I’m she going to lose this position, there’s no reason not to push my luck right now.” She thought.

She was tired of being politely pushed around by people in suits who cared for little more than the financial statements Playwell Toys could make. Half of them couldn’t even name the toys they produced. Half of them couldn’t even get HER name right! It’s “Marzy” not “Marcy”! Even then the least they could do was pick on her, not her one friend around here! A fire was rising in the short heiress, one that made her tremble with something other than fear and riled up the contents of her digestive system even further with a watery growl.

Vincent’s only hint of what was stirring within Marzy was an ominous gurgle for her insides before she leaned forward on his face. Shifting into her best recreation of the power pose she was shown earlier, she unintentionally forced his face even deeper. His mouth practically smooching her fuming asshole at this angle. “Listen here, I’m never giving up the company my father made and left just for me. So stop pushing this, this, stupidity!”

Surprise was mutually shared on both men’s faces in the room as she raised her volume to an uncharacteristic height. “Some good people work here, and the last thing I’d want is to see Vin- uh, them work under jerks like you!” Too lost in her speech to stop it, she felt a rather forceful backdraft crank out of her and wash over Vincent’s face. This angry blast of flatulence carried a loud hum even with her assistant to course though, producing a noise that would have easily grabbed anyone’s attention if she wasn’t shouting.

As for Vincent underneath her, he felt the hot gush of fetid air pipelined effortlessly through her vibrating panties and past his unprepared lips. His taste buds gradually became soaked by the dense cloud of bitter beefy aroma fueled by the greasy burger she had eaten earlier. His cheeks puffed out choking down the gaseous fury she was unabashedly unleashing, hardly containing what was bellowing out of her ass as some torturous vapors puffed out his nostrils

Somehow despite the record-breaking fart buffeting his airways, Vincent was soldiering through it fine. In fact he was proud she was taking a stand for herself, seemingly for his sake too! Even if his instincts told him not to, he found himself breathing deeper as she roared from both ends. “Insufferable” and “Intoxicating” weren’t normally something he’d describe the same thing with, but it made sense to his currently overstimulated brain.

“In fact, how a-about I get HR to perform a full efficiency audit on your work the past few weeks? I bet you’ve been actually doing your job as Chief Financial Officer and not dreaming up little stunts like this, so nothing to worry about, right?” Seeing the shocked man retract his legs from her desk she laid on a little extra to get him off her back. “You know, I bet a lot of other people in this office c-could do your job just as well. Hell, even my assistant could sign documents pushed at him like you do all day! Might even get us an unqualified audit opinion unlike you!”

When she paused to let her own rebuttal sink-in, the finishing seconds of her thrumming fart were plain to hear even muffled by Vincent’s face and throat. Luckily the man was too stunned to pay attention to the strange sound of airy bubbling pushing through pipework. Instead he was considering he might have been caught over-extending himself now that the previous push-over snapped back. “No, an investigation into my work won’t be necessary. It might even be best I return to my work before we discuss this again...”

The reinvigorated woman leaned forward, allowing a waft of her own brand to escape the confines of the man in a flatulence-induced stupor. “We aren’t discussing this ag-again! Okay? I’m not selling my shares anytime soACK-“ She coughed unexpectedly, feeling the fallout of her latest fart reach her nose. Even if she produced it, the odor billowing out of her was downright toxic. Thankfully the timing couldn’t be better as the owl had hastily fled the room, likely looking to cook up an alibi for why he had been avoiding his normal duties to bully his boss.

While Marzy caught her breath again, she could still feel her heart thumping in her chest. Had she really done that? She never spoke up to anybody like that before. The bulk of her body slumped in a single movement as she realized the confrontation was over. Excitedly she turned towards Vincent’s smaller desk. She just had to tell him about this.

Yet, he wasn’t there. Sniffing the spoiled air for a second in confusion, the realization why her seat was so comfortable struck her like lightning. With a gasp she bolted off the large chair, moving fast enough her hat fell to the ground. Beneath her Vincent lied in a smoldering ass crater, almost visibly steaming with her gas pressed into his reddened face. Her eyes widened with concern as she spoke up in a hoarse whisper. “Vincent! Vince, V-v-vince… are you okay?”

Not immediately getting a response she reached out to shake his shoulders. “Vince, s-speak to me! Do you ne-need CPR or something?” Back to her normal nervous teetering, she lit up in delight hearing him cough out a weak response. “No… I’m good… really…”

The bear threw her arms up in exaggerated celebration, before remembering her tail-end did this to him in the first place. Lifting his head a little, her expression fell into an intensely apologetic one with ear flattened back. “I’m sorry. Please d-don’t hate me for th-that. I’ll give you your chr-ch-christmas bonus early! In f-fact, I’ll uh d-double it. I thi-think I can authorize that. J-just let me talk to th-”

She fell into silence as her friend reached out a hand to touch her freckled face softly, hairless hands sinking into her soft fur just slightly. “It’s fine. I’m okay. Great even, you did fantastic back there!” Still feeling a little lightheaded, he remained crouched against her chair for support under the desk.

“Umm, t-thank you.” She motioned a bear paw to rub the back of her neck. “I… I m-mean it was nice ge-getting him off my back, but th-that took a lot out of me…” She exhaled slowly, feeling like things were calming down again. Yet before she could finish her lengthy sigh, her face twisted up as an impatiently loud gurgling gas cramp tore through her. After a short pause she forced a nervous laugh. “I guess that d-didn’t take everything out of me… I’ll uh, le-leave you for a second and take care of th-this somewhere else.”

Yet before she could turn away, her employee impulsively reached out to hold one of her shoulder pads. Despite the bold move to keep her from leaving, he found his mouth dry. Not just from the gassing he had just received, but another feeling welling up inside him.

He had felt this feeling before and tried to ignore it. It was too late for that however. Something about that bountifully flatulent rear and the way it unleashed a deep roar of turbulent terror as she sighed with a blissfully relaxed face… something about the way she could easily ruin an entire room’s atmosphere in a couple steamy blasts from that skirt after a long day…  something about the way he could feel her stomach pump out what had been troubling her all day whenever he rubbed it… it was so… so…

So. Damn. Hot.

	Rising to his feet, Vincent could feel the blood rush to his face in an uncontrolled blush. “You don’t have to leave. Come on, I’ll even rub your stomach if it helps.”

	Yet to his surprise, Marzy’s eyes focused somewhere other than his face. Almost instantly her face was burning crimson more than his. With a casual glance to follow her gaze… he realized blood wasn’t just rushing to his face. Unbeknownst to him until that very second, he was flying somewhere above half-mast after the experience his boss had accidentally given him. A noticeable bulge fought against the restraint of his suit’s pants. The poor man could only freeze like a statue as he considered his position.

Meanwhile Marzy broke the silence first in a low voice. “Is th-that…?”

He looked away slowly. “Yes…”

	“Do y-you… Do you actu-actually like me so much, th-that I just had to s-sit on you? To get th-that reaction? Even wh-when I… well, farted RIGHT on you?”

He could only smile sheepishly, “Yeah, I mean…”

With a gentle tug, Marzy pulled on his tie to bring his face closer. Deep brown eyes locked onto his as she continued.

“Well… I sh-should probably con-confess something then. I l-like you… maybe even l-l-lo-l-love you.”

	Resuming a nervous teeter as she rapidly revealed her own feelings, she fought the urge to bury her face in her hands. “I just fi-figured I’d say that so if y-you don’t feel the same way at le-least I’M the one b-being embarrassed, heh, y-yeah…”

	Close enough to feel her steadily rising breathing quicken against his skin, he struggled to answer her. He was still reeling from the accidental face sitting. The idea she might have been looking at him that way today... especially at the park was far more than he could process. With words failing him he decided to lean-in even closer. Marzy wordlessly did the same. With confidence growing on both sides, he leaned in for the most passionate kiss of his life.

	At the same moment a jolt of pleasure worked it’s way up her spine, a meltdown from too much noxious gas being denied freedom for too long exploded out of her behind. Dropping out of her wobbling spheres was a real bomb that assaulted the air behind her with merciless ferocity. She simply couldn’t fight back anymore as she felt her knees go weak from the tender embrace. With no restraints to stop it, gallons of gas gushed out of her into the small office like a fetid fog.

	Despite the uproarious interruption, the couple remained completely fixated on the motions of each other’s lips. On the taste of each other’s breath. As foul as her assistant’s mouth was right now, she didn’t care. Eventually as their hands blindly came together, they focused on the feeling of their digits intertwining. His longer fingers wrapped tightly around her wider paws in an attempt to express how he felt about her. How right this felt despite how instinctually wrong it felt to be at the epicenter of her incendiary indigestion.

	Loud and brazen rippers, short and airy puffs, and everywhere in between was sounding out from behind her with only the shortest pauses between. Her ongoing trumpet solo played with no effort from her part, the pressure inside her reaching past the point of control. With a gasp Vincent pulled back to gasp for air, only finding the ripe perfume Marzy had to offer. Both struggled to catch their breathe as they talked over one another.

“I’m sorry, maybe we shouldn’t do this. This has to be risking your job. If you want we can forget this happened.”

“Please d-don’t st-stop yet.  My b-body feels like it’s on fire and I can’t st-stop what’s coming out o-of me.”

	Blinking slowly for a moment, Marzy narrowed her eyes and suppressed a groan of effort from restraining her ongoing deflation to whisper a suggestion. “Lock the door. It’s worth the risk.”

	With the intestinal cacophony held back for a moment, Vincent wordless bolted towards the door to lock it. Eying a vacant chair he improvised. “I’m not taking any chances he comes back in with a spare key.” With excitement trickling into his veins, he wedged the furniture securely to make sure the door wouldn’t open. The two would be guaranteed some privacy. Whatever was about to happen wasn’t going to be business as usual, but it never felt that way with Marzy anyway.

	As he turned around, time seemed to slow as he absorbed the scene. With a click his boss had shut off the small desk lamp, leaving the only illumination from the evening lights of the city twinkling like artificial stars through the window. With her suit jacket already hastily slung on her chair, she leaned against the wall in only her thin white dress shirt on top. Tufts of fur spurted from the collar as she fumbled nervously before realizing Vincent was watching. In reaction she sloppily struck a more casual pose, leaning towards the window with a beckoning motion.

	It worked quiet well as he approached her breathlessly. Only the silence didn’t last as she broke her pose to put both hands on her bloated belly and bit her lip. The previous series of farts were short by her standards, but holding it that long had the sound of a sputtering engine roaring to life resuming full power for a solid seven seconds. Groaning in only temporary relief, she fanned the air politely, “I’m s-sorry.  This m-may be the worst y-you’ve ever seen me…”

	With his confidence starting to grow, the employee delicately pushed behind her. His hands found purchase against her aching churning guts, pressing softly and causing her to softly coo in delight. The air was now more than tainted with her miasma of digested grease and sweets, but it did little to deter him. If anything it caused him to breathe deeper as he began his two-handed circles. “Well, I think that’s all the more reason I should be here with you right now.”

	She practically melted like putty in his hands, but not without a sporadic bubbling as she relaxed. The warm exhaust flew out of her with an almost violent urgency to purge another wave of gas from her overfilled insides. Through his soft strokes he could practically feel the turbulence inside of her as she churned out another meaty cheekflapper that tested the limits of her tight skirt. Yet one of his hands was stopped as she gripped it in her paw, guiding it upwards past her midsection and encouraging him to cup one of her modestly sized breasts.

	Involuntarily moaning from the latest backdraft, she breathed out her next words. “Oooooh, I want to t-take this further with you…” She paused as her ceaselessly vibrating rear pressed tauntingly deeper against his raging erection. “But I n-need you to take it from here…” She squeaked out the next part as he squeezed her body eagerly. “I d-d-don’t want to feel like I’m forcing any-anything with my position!”

	Even after her recent spark of defiance, the idea of the small brown bear forcing this kind of involvement from anyone was laughable. But the message she was tired of taking control was clear. Tracing his hands downward, he felt the true heft of her ass with a quick squeeze. The squish of her globes caused the next short fart to forcefully rumble out the gelatinous obstacles.

	The terribly ripe smell of sulfuric sugar rose to greet him and strengthen its hold on the office already permeated by her bowels, driving him to forget any of the dilemmas caused by what they were doing. Instead with a swift yank he pulled down her skirt, bringing him closer to the panties drenched in sweat by their ongoing friction.

	Simple, plain and white, the undergarments were palpably doused in her fumes… and noticeably damp between the legs. She may not have said it, but the way she could feel his dick twitch after every relieving release was getting her just as eager as him. With a whimper of obvious need, she began to grind against him. Up and down, up and down. She dragged the moist heated spot of her soaked underwear against the tent in his pants, peppering her movements with the occasional warbling toot.

	If it was up to her she would’ve stopped farting on her lover by now, but after every ripper she felt another one loaded in the chamber ready to fly free. It was too much of a pain to hold anything back, so her body had taken full control and was venting any excess pressure as it came with the elegance of a foghorn.

	Yet despite the usual anxiety she should feel farting up a storm in anyone’s presence, she felt more than comfortable doing this with Vincent. All the more reason she felt her knees go weak as his hands explored more than just her gurgling guts he would normally touch. The industrial quantities of gas that put Playwell Toy’s own assembly lines to shame were coming out regardless, so she savored the feeling of his fingers caressing the rest of her body.

	Unable to wait any longer, the assistant whipped off his belt and dragged down his pants. While he removed his boxers, she quickly peeled off her own underwear. The space between her released bouncing cheeks almost visibly steamed with what she had been cranking out. Heated breathing in the already sweltering atmosphere generated by her ass lasted for a few moments as the couple mutually pondered exactly how far to take this. Yet as her bountiful bottom parted to hotdog his shaft like a perfect plush grip, they both had a good idea what was to come.

	She bent low to really smother his cock, supporting herself with both arms against the large office window. Gliding on soft fur soaked with ursine sweat, he gave in to the urge to buck his hips between her velvety cushions. The man kept his balance with both arms anchored on her stomach, still rubbing soothing patterns as he went. Feeling the tip of his dick periodically hit the fluff of her small tail, she raised it slightly before unleashing a much more effective fart in her makeshift yoga pose amplified by his ongoing massage.

	In a deep heaving bellow she clenched her stomach and pushed out a bubbling onslaught of warm wind that buffeted his privates with a stench strong enough to taste bitter beef when he breathed. The tremors shooting through her quaking rear rubbed every inch of his rod thoroughly while the force of the meaty flatus pushed him to the edge. He had to clench his teeth not to lose it then and there, suppressing visions of making her clapping ass a sticky mess. Marzy on the otherhand was in bliss feeling her stomach literally shrink a smidge as this fermented funk poured out of her. She was in ecstasy feeling the gas cramps eased out of her as he kept caressing more stress out of her.

	Few could ever believe the droning bass of a subwoofer kept raging out of her and channeling the energy of her quivering anus straight into her assistant for over ten seconds. Not even the lovers themselves as time started to lose meaning. Once it finally warbled to an end, the executive let out a long moaning sigh, fogging the glass in front of her. Seeing the reflection of his boss’s freckled face panting in pleasure, any remaining doubts were wiped from his mind. Instead while she recovered from getting that monster out, he crouched lower for her short height and angled his shaft just right…

	With a squeak of surprise, the woman felt the tip of something throbbing start to squelch past her lower lips. She was more than well lubricated for his entrance, but it was still an incredibly tight fit. Pushing his hips forward hard for every overwhelmingly stimulating inch of progress, she felt herself pushed against the glass, breasts completely smooshed against the window. The extra cushioning helped her push back, driving the last couple inches of his cock deep inside her. Even with the bulk of her gas released in that last enormous push, she felt the rest being forced out as he finally hilted down inside of her.

	Puttering out of her in an unusually quiet hiss, both immediately felt the vile heat of this one the moment it started. This was clearly the worst stuff that had been fermenting inside of her since before lunch, reeking of an aged sulfur that singed the nose hairs and melted anything air fresheners could muster. The thick cloud was heavy like smog, challenging his natural urge to cough with the cloying aroma. Yet something about that drove him wild, encouraging him to pull out just enough to thrust back in. His action was rewarded with a mutually shared moan, and a loud abrupt finish to her SBD as he forced out the end like a crass tuba-solo.

	He started with a gentle pace that made Marzy moan with a poor attempt at restraining her volume, but every sound from her rear that he pumped out like a piston drove him to increase the speed. It turned out to be the right move to turn the lights off, because pushed against the window the two would have made quite a spectacle for any onlookers. Even now if someone had the intuition where to look, a couple silhouettes were very obviously getting intimate behind an increasingly steamy plane of glass. Rhythmically thumping against the barrier as she continuously brought the atmosphere closer to an aromatic sauna.

	Feeling her inner walls clench and squeeze every inch of him, she continued to fire off the last of her gas in waves that regularly became muffled by each wet slapping thrust into her ass. Vincent was getting increasingly close as his manhood continued to plumb her depths. When he felt something warm trickle between her legs and onto his own, he realized she was already on the edge. Not wanting to alert the mercifully few people who could be on this floor, the bear nearly bit into her sleeve to quiet her increasingly loud cries of pleasure growing as involuntary as the crass sounds from her other end.

	Abruptly he could feel the bear tense up and lock his dick in place, before shuddering in an electric orgasm that made her legs shake and her toes curl. Perhaps “thunderous” would be more apt to describe her, because the muffled scream into her disheveled sleeve was eclipsed by the final bout of her seemingly unending flatus roaring to an end like the grand finale of a brass section. Perhaps that was the best because if anyone had heard it, few would dare assume that horrendous noise choppy and wet with their coupling could come from a woman like her. A piece of construction equipment revving to life was more likely than the last of her belly ache gushing out.

	That was the final straw for the man taking the brunt of her wretched windstorm. The swelling fire of overstimulation rising at the base of his shaft was about to burst whether he liked it or not. With the kind of speed only possible when you feared a scandal from knocking up your own boss, he pulled out just in time. Instead with a grunt he fired his load straight into her back. It landed heavily on her dress shirt, on her tail, part of the second much less forced rope of cum across her still quivering backside. The last few seconds of her backdraft even managed to alter the course of his ongoing orgasm of white paint, putting bubbles in the substance and more thoroughly making a mess of her fur.

	With the haze of afterglow beginning to take his mind in euphoric exhaustion, the assistant used his grip on her gut to pull her back with him into her office chair. The two collapsed in a sweaty bottomless heap. Their clothes were a mess and each found themselves panting in the egregiously tainted air. No amount of the usual febreze or scented candles would fix this, only time could eventually clean this degree of foulness out. A lot of time. And any meetings meant to be held in her office should probably be postponed a day or two.

	While the human fell limp into her chair, Marzy slumped face-first into his chest with her legs still twitching. She laid there heavy in his lap, while he sluggishly worked up the energy to hold her tightly to his chest like the adorable and explosively flatulent teddy bear she was. He’d also be reminded she was his boss as the first thing to come panting out of her mouth was, “Uh… I hope you don’t mind… but I need to ask you to tell everyone I’ll be late to this meeting tonight. I… w-well I don’t even know who t-to email because you’ve always done it f-for me…”

	Vincent could only laugh in response. Softly chuckling at how they just made sweet and horrendously gassy love in her office and she was already back to work. Internally he thought, “I guess she really was serious about wanting to head this company!” Gently he brushed a hand through the curl of hair on her head before swiveling the chair towards her computer. “Okay. Just log onto your computer for me… and I’ll get it squared away…” He looked over to his own computer just feet away at his own desk. “That way I can do it while we’re still holding each other… and honestly I don’t think either of us can get up right now.”

	Contently she snuggled deeper into his embrace, although a bit of her usual anxiety returned in her voice. “Maybe we’ll n-need an hour just to cl-clean this up. It’s um… we k-kind of really went w-wild there…” But she exhaled the next part into his ear more happily, “…definitely worth it though.” That was enough to make him smile as she muttered a laundry list of things to do like nabbing whatever they could from the executive bathroom to scrub her fur out and seeing if they had any cleaning supplies for getting “bodily fluids” out of their currently discarded clothes.

	Typing out a brief formal memo as if nothing more than a couple important phone calls had her busy, the two relaxed in the gentle glow of the monitor. They were still at work after all, but that didn’t stop them from taking it just slow enough to really appreciate how perfect things felt between them. After watching him hit “SEND” Marzy delicately pulled his head down for another smooch. With the previous feverish lust calmed, they took their time before speaking again.

“I m-meant what I said earlier. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

. . .

	It had been a week since that fateful night, and the duo found themselves once again sitting peacefully at a park bench under the summer sun. No one had caught wind of their blossoming relationship yet, but that might have been due to the recent awe Marzy inspired by rising to take the boardroom with the full power her position commanded.

	Entire product lines were scrapped for being too behind the times and new toys were being developed with her own insights in the field. It may have been too early to judge, but most felt optimistic with the unexpected confidence she was showcasing her ideas with. Little did they know the sudden bravado had a lot to do with the glances she would steal at the assistant taking notes at his small desk.

	Once again now, she stole another glance at the man beside her as she unwrapped a comically large order of something fresh from the nearest cart. “I’m not f-forcing you into anything Vince, but you should s-seriously think about it.” It may have felt like a lot of things had changed, but her wardrobe remained just as peculiar. She adjust the small top hat on her head she watched eagerly for his response.

	“I’ll think about it. I know you can definitely afford to pay me to work as your personal assistant at home, and it would make any issues of a workplace relationship go away… but I’d hate not seeing you the whole workday.” Her idea was a good back-up plan, but it didn’t quite feel right to do yet. She was likely sharing a similar thought as she put an arm around his shoulder.

	“Hey, you’re d-definitely right about that. Workdays would be a lot ha-harder to get through without you there…” Playfully she bumped her hip against him, a little sign she was starting to get more comfortable being bolder. “Maybe you could come by for some ‘unpaid overtime’ this we-weekend.” Although she started confident, a blush on her face followed as she faltered near the end. Still, that was exactly what made her all the more lovely in his eyes.

	“Okay, now that I can agree to. Just visiting you after work like that sounds nice.” He followed up by unwrapping his own lunch, leaning back happily against her.

	She hummed eagerly after taking a whiff of her lunch, but she paused to whisper something in his ear. “Oh but something tells me with the amount of spice they put in this, you’ll have to clear some time in my schedule tonight.”

Already whipping out a tablet he started fiddling with her meetings. “Well you know I’m not going to complain about that!”

	She laughed with an embarrassingly loud snort in response, something that caused him to laugh just as hard. Soon that would only grow louder as a remnant of breakfast rumbled out of her from all the snickering. Work may have required them to put on their best professional faces, but alone together they were free to relax in peace. They would be carefree for about half an hour under the swaying trees and towering buildings until they had to rush back, but it was an invaluable half hour nonetheless.