Bad Customer
by QicenoQ

Bbbrrroooorrrppt

"Mph-" Selma moaned in pain as she held her belly. Her reflection in the mirror at her work-place's bathroom looked miserable; she had just clocked in, and her light-brown ponytail was already frizzy.

One visit to her grandmother's house, and she had earned the absolute worst stomach pain due to the dinner that was served; an Icelandic fish dish that always killed her belly, yet was too good to pass up.
She painstakingly stretched her work uniform in an attempt to comfort herself. It didn't help that it was too small; further unhelped that Selma was genuinely amazonian in size. Her height of 6'4 & thick thighs made it difficult to fit in anything provided by her place of work.

To be fair, it helped her receive tips. Being a breastaurant waitress, having clothes that clung to her curves certainly helped.


Bbbwwoooorrphhpptt...

"Mhh- ow..." She gripped her growling stomach. She had a long day ahead of her, and whoever walked in this bathroom would be in hell until they finished.
As she walked toward the door, she held it closed before gripping her belly again. She groaned with annoyance, feeling another one.


Pphhrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrbbt

Her latest fart burned on the way out, ending in a bassy cacophony that made her wince. The bathroom smelled utterly uninhabitable; digested herring & pasta, with a mix of rotting meat. She had to fan her face as she exited the bathroom.
Even after unleashing a hurricane's worth of wind, her booty-shorts still rode up her crack painfully. Selma walked to her area with a bitter look on her face.

"You got a party waiting." Her boss said from the kitchen. She nodded back before grabbing her paper & pen.
As she rounded the corner, she was bugged by the size of the party; 2 tables full of college-age dudes. It was Spring Break after all, so it didn't shock her much.
She sighed quietly as she approached them.

"I'm so sorry for the wait, guys." She started, adopting a plastic smile. "How can I take your order?"

They all looked up at her for a bit. She was used to people shocked by her height, so she did her usual stifled-laugh.
Less often did the customers ogle at her so blatantly. One of the brunette guys at the table, wearing a tank-top & pair of khaki shorts, shamelessly looked her up-and-down. Usually, that would be the sign of a good tip. But he already looked tipsy, so she felt cautious.
The group ordered a beer & wings for everyone. Selma nodded before leaving the order for the chefs.

Even if today was going to be particularly rough for Selma, her work-place was pricey. As such, locals never really stopped inside, and it was more of a novelty spot than anything.
She wandered over to the drink fountains on the other side of the restaurant. There was basically nobody in today; probably seeing family or partying, so she had a hefty bit of space to herself.
As she tidied up the area, she looked around; nobody.


Pfffffffffffffffffhhhhhhhhhrrrsss...

Selma tensed up as she tried to release a quiet fart, contrary to her booming-storms from earlier. Thankfully, she alleviated a fair bit of the pressure, making her smile as she walked away from the war-crime she had committed.
She only prayed that nobody walked over; less for her being exposed, but more for the health of whoever had to breathe it in.

Her orders were already lined up. A big perk of her size meant the small trays weren't difficult for her to carry over in large quantities, so she effortlessly hauled them over.
The boys smiled as she brought them their wings, then their beers.

The tipsy guy prior ogled her some more. Wanting a good tip, she pursed her smirking lips at him before walking away.
Her stomach then began gurgling again. It was like she was a perpetual gas-creator today.

"Hey- are you feeling okay?" Her boss then said as she passed the register. Selma turned to him.
"You look like you're sick."

"I-It's fine!" She answered. "I think it's just... bloating."

"Oh, alright." He nodded. "Well, can you take the garbage out while we're slow?"

Selma nodded back & grabbed a roll of bags, then exchanged all the cans. She sighed with relief as she walked out the back door.
She tossed the bags out, then looked at the parking lot; a few cars sat next to each other, most likely from the party. She nodded, then closed the gate-door surrounding the dumpster.


Pffffwwwoooooooooooorrbt!

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"Ugh..." She hummed, crouching slightly. Her belly was still packed.


Fffff... ffrraaaapt!

"Ugh- God..." She felt gross; passing gas that smelled considerably worse than the dumpster that she was hiding next to. She rubbed her belly again before sighing, then left.

As she walked back inside, she noticed the specific customer from earlier at the drink fountain. He was blushing hard, most likely from the alcohol.
"Oh-... H-Hey... Selma.."

"Hi!" She replied. "Are you enjoying your meal?~"

"Y-Yeah, it's delicious.." He was definitely inebriated.

"Well, just let me know if you need anything, sweetie."

She could feel him staring at her from behind. She looked over his shoulder, only to see him ogling at her backside. He stayed affixed on it until she slowed down, where he shamelessly looked up at her & smiled.
As awkward as Selma felt from it, she needed the tip. So she smiled at him again before walking back to the register.

"Hey-" Her boss spoke again. "Is that guy bothering you? Because I'll kick them out if they're making you uncomfortable, hun."

"Oh- no worries, sir." Selma replied. "He's drunk, and I wanna see how high his tip will be."

"Looks high enough from back here..." He then remarked, making her snort.
"Well... I'll let your handle yourself then. If you need to hurt him, you already know that I'll look away."

Selma smiled at his bearish sentiment, then turned back to the party. Among noticing their now-empty plates, she also say the guy already at the table again; but this time, he was sitting on the outside of the booth instead of next to the window. She also noticed many of the guys looking at her, then back to their friend.
She began walking over their, but noticed her stomach cramping again. It never ended, and she tightened her muscles as she walked back to the group.

"Hi guys, did you enjoy your meal?" She then asked. "Would you like anything else? Refills, or food?"

"Y-Yeah..." She heard next to her. That guy looked up at her, and was followed by some of his friends covering their face.
"... Can I call you?"

"..." Selma looked at him in shock with the most polite expression she could. His friends reacted with shock in unison; some shaking their heads, while others snorted.
"... Well~..."

"I saw the way you were lookin' at me." He then remarked. "C'mon... it'll be fun...~"

She then tensed up as he watched his hand move toward her exposed leg. Instinctively, she reared down & grabbed it.
"Sweetie, you might wanna watch where your hand is going.~" She purred in his ear, leering into his eyes.

"I knew where it was going." He then responded. The crowd groaned slightly.

"God dammit Keith, stop it." One of them pitched in. "He's shitfaced, ma'am, I'm really sorry."

Selma kept her smile as she let go of his hand. Yet, after that, he tried touching her leg again. She irritatedly grabbed his hand again; this time though, she lifted it up to his face.

"Keith- fuck sake..." His friend remarked, followed by a consecutive groan from everyone else.
Selma kept a grip on his hand as she leered at him once more. She did that to intimidate her younger relatives, and this guys was basically as dumb as one.

However, to her shock, she felt something brush her butt. She tensed up as she looked behind her; his other hand was touching her butt.
Her eyes widened as she moved back, covering the spot he had helped himself to. Contrary to the playful annoyance before, everyone looked genuinely upset. Selma definitely felt that way too.

Yet he looked completely shameless. He was on another level.
Selma felt like telling her boss then & there, but she then noticed her stomach cramping again. She had to walk away now, but they would probably pay & leave while she was gone.
'Keith' annoyed the shit out of her though, and it gave her a fun idea.

Selma then smiled again, leaning down to his level.
"Can I see you in the girls' restroom?~" She then asked softly.

Everyone was shocked by it; even the creep known as Keith.

"C'mon, sweetie. We'll have it all to ourselves.~" She then straightened her back, holding her hands together behind her.

He then stood up proudly, all while everyone sat & watched in awe. Selma could hear them muttering in shock as she walked to the restrooms, leading him away from the group.

She returned to the inclosed single-person bathroom, dragging him in a playfully pushy tone before locking the door. He excitedly unbuttoned his khaki shorts, but she grabbed his hands.

"No, not yet." She then commanded. "I'll milk your cock later, but you have to please me first. Think you can do that, baby?~"

"O-Oh yeah, S-Selma." He excitedly hummed. Selma then grabbed his shoulder before pressing him down, making him kneel before her.
She then turned around, unbuttoning her shorts before sliding them down slightly. Her buttcrack was hidden by a pair of tight panties.

"I saw you looking at my ass earlier." She said over her shoulder. "Do you like it?"

"Y-Yes, I like it a lot.." He slurred. Selma shook her hips in his face, then backed up. His head was pinned between the wall & her butt.
"Mmph-" He hummed, then grabbed her ass. She looked back as he had his fun, then felt a piercing pain in her stomach.

Selma grabbed his arms, then shook her hips as she pulled them. His face was lodged in her crack. She felt weird having his face stuck in there, but smiled as she loosened up.


PPBBRRRROOORRRBBPPTT!

A noisy ripper then bombed him in the face. Selma felt him jolt, then try to pull his head out of her crack. His pleased moans were replaced by yelling; then heaving.


Bbbrrbbrrrpppprrpppbbt!

Selma moaned as she bounced her ass against his face, keeping him trapped in her grip & forcing him to smell her farts.
He then broke the kneel so he could kick his legs. Selma lowered down with him, slowly bringing them to the floor.
His kicking was futile; he was hitting nothing. Meanwhile, Selma began to sit on his face.


brrRROOOOOOOOOOORRRRRPPHHT!

"Mmmh~ hehe.." Selma giggled as he broke out into a fit of coughs. That fart lasted several seconds; all of it bursting right up his nose.
His screaming just turned to gagging. The smell was too overwhelming for his body. Meanwhile, Selma was affected way less by the stench thanks to his unwilling nose.


Ppbbrrrrrraaaapt!

Prrrrbbrrrrrppt...

His struggling returned after she smothered him with a wet fart. Selma only giggled emphatically as she leaned back, sitting on his head with all her weight.
After a while though, he grew sluggish.

Selma sat up, groaning as she changed from her relaxing position. Her pervert fart-slave began gasping, then broke out into a fit of harsh hacking.
She continued to straddling him, but let go of his hands to pull her shorts down. Despite his sudden attempt at pushing her off, she grabbed his arms again before sitting, and smiled as she heard him sluggishly pray for freedom.

She jolted as his face sunk further; her panties were wedged on one side, so his nose touched one of her bare cheeks.
It must've been a drastic difference though; his legs then began to flail wildly.


Ppsssssssshhhhhhhhhh...

Selma felt a silent killer of a fart seep out. If his sudden screeching was anything to go by, not only did it go entirely in his nose, it was also lethal.
She sat on him full-weight again, squeezing his wrists hard when he tried to break free. She then kicked her shorts off onto the floor, using his body as a cushion for her nearly-naked legs. His once carefree, horndog demeanor was switched for a shrivelling, whimpering, gagging mess.


Pffffffffffffwwwrrrrrrrbrbrbbbrrpt...

Another silent fart then transitioned into a bassy, bubbly surge of gas from deep in her bowels. The sound of his aggressive retching then filled the bathroom, but her ass muffled him enough to keep it contained with them. Selma laughed behind her hand as she tortured him, then patted her belly by puppetting one of his now-weak hands.


Pprrprrprrppt!

Selma cringed slightly; her latest fart felt incredibly wet.


Prrprprpprrr... bbbrrrrrrrrrrr...

Keith's disgust transitioned again, and the sound of him crying into her ass made her laugh even harder. He was in absolute hell.

She eventually let go of his hands. He once again tried to push her off, but her weight effortlessly pinned him. He was at her mercy, and sobbed as he stopped trying.


Brrbrbbpphsssshhhhh...

He would occasionally jolt from her farts, but aside from defiant whining & the occasional retching, he no longer reacted to her gas.

Selma smiled as she broke him. On top of that, the constant flow of gas made her stomach feel way better. She massaged her belly a bit, hoping to let one more out.


Ffpt- PRRCH-

"Ohp-" Selma tensed up as she felt something wet come out. Her seat then began screaming again, trying once more to push her off. That wasn't just a fart.
Even after accidentally sharting on his face, she grabbed his hands again. Feeling him buck underneath her was invigorating, and she happily trapped his nose with her fresh shit.
He broke down again, but continued trying to throw her off.

Selma was too scared to fart again, fearing she would shit herself. But she remained seated until he calmed down.
That took a while, but eventually happened. Selma stood up, then stepped on his mouth. She glared down at his red, teary eyes, silently telling him to stay quiet. Somehow, it worked.
She then reared back & pulled her panties out. Surely enough, a thick, brown stain trailed up her panties, making her cringe.

She looked back down at him, feeling slightly bad for trapping him with it. Yet she was proud at how distraught he was now.

She pulled her soiled panties off before sliding her shorts back on. They fit a lot better; both from the lack of panties & the alleviated bloating.
Keith stayed on the ground in the meantime. He didn't yell or get up; he looked like he wanted to vomit, yet could only stare at the woman who dominated him.

Selma loomed over him, putting her hands on her hips as she walked over to him. She then put a foot over his balls, but didn't step down hard.

"Did you enjoy that?" She asked, walking closer. He shook his head frantically, making her snicker.
"Are you going to tell anybody about this?"

He hesitated slightly, then shook his head again. He couldn't even speak.

"Pff- Nobody will believe you anyway." She then stepped down, making him whine slightly. She lifted off & laughed, then leaned down. She held her soiled panties up beside her head; displaying the fresh stain on them.
"I want a tip. Now. Or I'll shove these down your throat, and into your stomach."

She watched his shaky hand reach into his pocket, pull out a wallet, then hand it to her. She smiled as she opened it, revealing numerous big-bills. Her eyes lit up as she picked through them, pulling out $200.
She stepped off his balls before tossing his wallet onto his chest.

"Get lost. I have to shit." Selma watched with glee as he stumbled to his feet & went for the door, leaving her without a word.
Selma pulled her pants down & sat on the toilet. On top of her stomach feeling better, she felt stimulated from the experience. She eagerly rubbed herself as she reimagined the scenario.


...

Her stomach felt better as she left the bathroom. She was in there for a while, yet many of the tables were still empty. The group was at the register already, and they smiled at her; everyone except Keith, who turned away.
As she got back up to the register, she checked them out & waved them goodbye. As she got back to her tables, she was shocked to see a ton of money piled up.
Everyone had left $20 each, leaving her with $220; $420 after taking the money from Keith's wallet. Nice.
She smiled as she pocketed it, then carried the dishes back to the kitchen.

"Hey, Selma." Her boss hummed from the kitchen. "I saw you go back there with that weirdo, and he came out lookin'... traumatized. ... What did you do?"

"I thought you said you'd look away?" She asked with a smile.

"Heh- sweetheart, I don't care if I'm being honest. I'm just curious." He replied.

"... Well... Y'know how I said I was bloated earlier?" She asked, getting a hesitant nod from him.
"Well... I kinda trapped him in the bathroom with me & gassed him out."

He looked at her with wide eyes.
"... That's all?"

"Yeah.~" She proudly answered. "I guess my gas is bad, or something."

"Jesus, I'll say..." He looked mortified, making her laugh.

Selma looked out at the empty restaurant. She felt much better since that morning. In the span of an hour on a slow day, she managed to get 3-days worth of tips from one party.
She smiled, showing her belly gratitude by rubbing it agian.