The IWFC II Pt. 04

The International Women's Farting Competition II: The Rancid Road to Repeating (Part 4)
----------
July 3rd, 2025
11:00 AM
Las Vegas, Nevada
Air-ass hotel and casino
----------
It was a total scorcher in the Las Vegas valley today, with temperatures projected to reach 118° in the afternoon hours. Despite it only being 10 in the morning, temperatures had already soared to 102. The American Southwest was of course no stranger to extensive air conditioning, but AC, despite being the useful, durable, marvel of human innovation it is, still had its limits...
Serafina woke up naturally before her alarm, in a large pool of her own sweat. She stretched both of her arms far apart, while taking a large yawn. "(YAAAAAAWWWN)... mmmmmhh... that was a good night's sleep... lord knows a bad bitch need her 8 hours! Shit!"
FRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABBBBLT!
A large morning fart boomed out of her voluptuous, ebony ass. "(Sniff) Wheeew-wee! I stink!" She said, lifting the covers up to smell it.
The fart didn't have as much potency as her usual gas, but an odd smell, one that was quite distinct from "fart" lingered on. "(Sniff, sniff) Now what in the world is that smell? Smell like a hot onion cooked with bootyflake seasoning! Straight Kangaroo ass and elephant testicles!"
She outstretched her neck and sniffed around, but the smell seemed to not dissipate at all. "Where is that shit coming from?"
She suddenly got the urge to stretch her arms again. As she did, the smell hit her harder than ever. "(Sniff sniff) what the hell? Is that me? (Sniiiiifff!) it is me!" She said, sniffing closer to her armpit. "Well damn... I guess I really do stink..."
BRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPT!
"Well THAT sure doesn't help with the smell!"
Jimenez, who was sharing the hotel room with Serafina, let out a long, exasperated groan. "Uggggghhhh... Fina... stop farting... I'm trying to sleep...!"
"We gotta be at the stadium at 2 anyway, not to mention we gotta eat too, you might as well just get yo fatass up..." replied Serafina, as she got up to go to the bathroom. "I'll be in the shower if you need me!"
"You shower in the morning? Who does that?" Asked Jimenez, confused.
"Sometimes I do! And I'm only really doing it today because I stank!" I'm sweatier and mustier than a muthafucka today and my nose is cryin' out in pain!"
"Euuuuugggh! You're musty?! You would wake up musty... ol' nasty ass..." Joked Jimenez.
"Girl don't blame me! Blame the AC! It ain't even working properly because of the heat!"
"Naaaahhh you're just fucking nasty, foo! Hahahaha!" Giggled Jimenez.
Serafina rolled her eyes and giggled a bit. "Psssh! You a hater." As she made her way to the bathroom, she noticed a family sized bag of Takis crumpled up on Jimenez's comforter. She quickly grabbed the wadded up ball, and looked inside to see only a couple of hot chips remaining. "Girl what the hell? You know you not supposed to eat junk like this! Coach finna be tweakin' if she find out you downed a big ass bag of Takis! You need to be eatin' veggies so you don't be risking shitting on yourself dummy!"
"Then don't tell Coach then!" Whined Jimenez. "And I didn't even eat all of them dog!"
"Bitch! You still ate a good 94 percent of the damn shit!" Exclaimed Serafina.
Serafina closely examined the near empty bag. A dastardly idea suddenly popped into her head. She couldn't help but crack an evil, wide smile from such a thought. "On second thought..."
Serafina took the bag, and placed it on her asscheeks. Using a hand to separate one gargantuan cheek from the other, she slowly began rubbing it up and down her musty, unwashed, sweaty asscrack. Her wearing thin, ass-hugging pajama pants didn't serve much help from preventing the smell of pure booty stank from contaminating the poor purple package...
"FINAAAA!!" Screamed Jimenez, quickly getting up from her bed. "I WAS GONNA FINISH THOSE!!"
Jimenez stole the bag from Serafina's clutches, and lightly shoved her. "What the fuck duuuude?! (Sniiiff!) Aw, this shit smells like fucking culo now! You're fucking nasty as shit dude!!"
"Girl I'm helpin' you out! You prolly need to lose weight anyway!" Said Serafina.
"Says you, bitch! We both tortas!"
Serafina's smile went away momentarily. "Ehh, you right. We both big as shit..."
"Yeah..." agreed Jimenez.
Her face lit up again. "Anyways... I'll be showeriiiiing!" Sung Serafina in an overly upbeat tone. She then skipped all the way to the bathroom.
"(Smacks lips)... She definitely needs to wash that big shit she has back there... shit fucking stinks!" Mumbled Jimenez.
SsssssSsSSSSSlllLLUuuuuURRRPRrrrriiip!
A long, hissing fart oozed out of Jimenez, leaving a feeling of wetness on the back of her panties that she had been sleeping in. "Shit..." she mumbled. "Shit, literally..."
----------
Loud, blaring trap music echoed in the small hotel bathroom as Serafina scrubbed herself all over.
SHLURPLURPLURPLURPLURPLUR!
"Awwww şişli escort fuck that feels so much better... really needed to get that shit out dog!" moaned Jimenez, releasing piles of mushy poop in the toilet bowl.
"Girl you need to eat healthier! (Blech!) I can smell all the junk food you done ate seeping out your bootyhole!" Gagged Serafina from the intense, humid stench that was consuming the bathroom. "And also, your shit shouldn't be that damn watery! Euugh!"
"Aye, how bout you just focus on washing that ass!" Responded Jimenez. "I ain't seen you scrub in between those cheeks yet, holmes!"
"Girl you needa wash YO ass! I just know them cheeks is covered in brown!" Said Serafina. "Poop all mushy and shit... I just know them panties grimey as hell!"
"Hey, as long as I don't wear white panties or a thong I'll be good! The damage always tends to show up more whenever I wear those hahaha!" Giggled Jimenez.
Serafina smiled and shook her head. "You nasty!"
"Girl don't act like you don't only wear ugly ass dark colored granny panties so less stains will show up!" Said Jimenez.
"Hahaha! It's called strategy, hoe!"
"Blah, blah, blah! Just wash your big dirty ass, ok dude?"
Serafina then pressed her asscheeks against the shower glass.
BONK!
"Ok then, how about you tell me where I should start?"
"Ewwww! Hahahahaaaa!" Laughed Jimenez, playfully covering her eyes. "Get that out of my faaace hahahaha!"
"What? You seem to be concerned about my ass being dirty, so I'm giving you a look at it!"
"Staaa-hawww-haaaw-haawwwp!" She laughed again. "Oh my god Fina Staaaa-"
PLLUUURPLUURPLURPLURSSSSHHHH!
Midway threw her laughter, Jimenez's sphincter loosened and let go of even more chunky, semi-solid, excrement. "Oh my gawwwwd you made me fucking shiiiit dude! Hahahahaha!"
The bathroom began to reek even more of Jimenez's poop, the steaminess of the shower only making the smell even worse. Serafina took her ass off the shower glass and held her nose. "Oh god! Euuuuggh! You know, I was thinking about farting as a joke just now but after that little shit explosion of yours... ion know! I ain't tryna turn this shit into a gas chamber..."
"Well good! I don't wanna smell your ass no more this morning!" Said Jimenez.
"On second thought...." Mumbled Serafina. "I LIED!"
"Wait, wha-"
SHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPT!
"Oh my gaaawwwd fuck youuuu!" Smiled Jimenez, covering her nose.
"Gotcho ass! Hahahaha!" Laughed Serafina. She then began to jump up and down in the shower, the weight of her gargantuan, protruding badonk making a loud "clapping" sound as it slapped back down to where it met the back of her thighs.
CLAP!
CLAP!
CLAP!
CLAP!
CLAP!
"Dude keep it down! That shit is hella loooouud!" Whispered Jimenez, trying to contain her laughter. "Thunder and Em are in the room next to us, they might think something's going on!"
"Bitch ion care!" Said Serafina, as she proceeded to "make it clap" once more...
CLAP!
CLAP!
CLAP!
CLAP!
CLAP!
"Oh my god, OH MY GOD! WHAT'S THAT NOISE?!" Bellowed a seemingly grown woman's voice from the next room over. "ARE THOSE GUNSHOTS?!"
"TH-THOSE C-C-CAN'T BE GUNSHOTS, R-RIGHT?!" Stammered another woman's voice. "TH-THEY CAN'T POSSIBLY BE GUNSHOTS! THEY DON'T ALLOW GUNS IN HOTELS, DO THEY?!"
"WHAT ELSE COULD THEY BE?!"
"I DON'T KNOW!!!!"
"OH GOD, OH GOD!! DID WE JUST HEAR A MURDER?!"
"M-MAYBE!"
"(Wheeeze) What the hell bro! (Wheeeeeze) I told youuuu!" Wheezed Jimenez.
"HahaHAAAAA!! Ima do it again!" Laughed Serafina.
"Nooo, dooon't, doooon't! PfffhahahahaHAAAHAHA!" Cracked up Jimenez.
CLAP!
CLAP!
CLAP!
CLAP!
CLAP!
"CALL THE FUCKING POLICE ROSIE OH MY FUCKING GOD!!"
"HAHAHAHAHA!" They both laughed.
----------
2:30 PM
IWFC Stadium
Team USA vs Team Brazil (Round 1)
----------
"Alright y'all, time to put your stink faces on because we've got quite the fragrant flatulence flight against the one of the best countries to ever do it..." said Coach Todd in the team huddle.
"Ooh! Are we playing Team Timbuktu?!" Eagerly asked Johnson.
"What? No!! I've told you a million damn times that we got Team Brazil!" Angrily replied Coach Todd.
"Oh yeah and Timbuktu isn't a fucking country tard-tits, it's a city in Egypt or some crap!" Said Giordano.
"Mali..." corrected Diaz under her breath.
"You got sumthina' say you crooked toothed, curly headed fuck? Cuz if you got sumthina' say, say it to my fucking face!" Screamed Giordano.
"Leave me alone, Becky! I've had a really stressful morning, ok?? Someone literally got shot in the next room over from me!" Cried Diaz.
Jimenez and Serafina both looked at eachother and started giggling. "Guys, this isn't funny!" Whined Diaz. "Stop laughing!"
Diaz suddenly grabbed taksim escort her abdomen, a loud gurgling sound could be heard as she repeatedly rubbed the same area of her stomach. "¡Carajo! Now look what you guys did! You made me relive past trauma and now my stomach is all messed up! And when I relive past trauma I get gaaaaasssyyy-yuuh"
"Jeez what a fucking wimp!" Said Giordano.
"Ugggghh, broooo why do you always have to be such a buster?!" Groaned Jimenez.
prrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiptptptplplp....
Diaz hung her head in shame, after a low, bubbly fart slipped out of her ass. "...sorry..."
Thunderhawk, standing by her, fanned the air excessively. "Embeeeerrrrrr!" She moaned.
"I can't control it, ok?!" Defensively said Diaz. "I had uncontrollable nervous diarrhea this morning too!"
"Well you best get it under control, dammit!" Said Coach Todd. "Because lord knows Brazil can control their's, albeit, a bit too well. But that ain't gonna stop us!"
"Hell nah it ain't!" Said Serafina.
"That's right Wind! Now let's get out there and fart!"
BrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUMMMMFFF!
"God dammit Ember Maria Anderson-Diaz!!" Cursed Coach Todd. "How many times do I have to tell you to keep your gas under control??"
"Daaamn, she used your whole government name, homie!" Said Jimenez. "Middle name and everything!"
"I didn't faaaart!!!" Whined Diaz.
"Then who fuckin' did?!"
Johnson sheepishly raised her hand. Her cheeks reddened a bit out of embarrassment. "S-sorry... I thought it would be silent..."
"(Sigh)... Johnsooon!"
"I know, I know, I'm just really gassy! I'm sorry! I ate a jar or 2 of pickles drenched in hot sauce at lunch today!"
"Why don't you put Kayla in first, coach?" Asked Serafina. "Lord knows we can't put Em in cuz she just said she had diarrhea!"
"(Sigh)... you're right, Wind." Agreed Coach Todd. "Johnson, you go first!"
"But Coach, I'm on my period!" Said Johnson.
"And? Being on your period makes your farts extra potent. Now get out there!"
"Uhhh, okey-dokey!" She said as trotted out to the fart square.
"(Sigh) I don't know if we're winning this one..." mumbled Coach Todd. "Those pumpers will do whatever it takes to prevail..."
----------
"Aye! That's that one white girl who saved us against Japan last year!" Said a fan pointing to Johnson.
"Hey, you're right! That's uh... whatshername... (snaps fingers)... Kayla Johnson! She's goooood!"
"Hell yeah she is! LET'S GOOO JOHNSOOOON!!"
"JOHNSON!! JOHNSON!! JOHNSON!!" Chanted the American fans.
"Ooh, that's so nice! They're chanting for Johnson! I'm real happy for her!" Said Johnson to herself. "I really hope--wait a minute... MY name is Johnson! (Gasp!) They're chanting for me! Horaaay!"
A Brazilian farter soon came running into the fart square herself. The "Johnson" chants were very quickly replaced with "Isadorinha".
"Isa-what-ha?" Questioned Johnson. "Who is that?!"
"Oi!" Greeted a slim, curvaceous, tall farter as she entered the fart square. "I happy fart with you! First time I fart with America! America much great!"
Johnson nodded her head and smiled. She tried her best to piece together a sentence, but due to the farter's extremely thick Brazilian accent and broken English, she had much trouble comprehending what she had just said. "G-good! Good!"
The farter repeatedly tapped her chest. "Saramago!"
--
Farter Profile: Beatriz Saramago ??
Age: 20
Race/Ethnicity: Latina (Parda ??)
Physical appearance: 5'10, 160 lbs, light brown skin, hazel eyes, short curly black hair, curvy/fit frame, E cup breasts, large butt
Hometown: Rio de Janeiro, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
Achievements: Brazil fart champion runner up (2024)
Fart speciality: control, sound
Nickname: Isadorinha (Little Isadora)
--
"Shit... that's that new, young Brazilian farter, Beatriz Saramago!" Mumbled Coach Todd. "I think she might be related or something to that one Brazilian that shall not be named..."
Her attention went to the Brazilian team bench, where she saw a very familiar face; an almost splitting image of Saramago. The same light brown skin, the same racially ambiguous background, the same perfectly sculpted hourglass figure, and most importantly, the same shit-eating, big-mouthed, brainless grin. She grinded her teeth in anger. "Fucking Isadora dos Santos! She's the coach of Team Brazil now?! And she's apparently making CLONES of herself now?!"
Saramago rubbed her stomach and looked Johnson in the eye. "Ooooh!" She moaned. "I fart you will care?"
"Fart?" Questioned Johnson. "Shouldn't you hold 'em in? The match is about to start, if you farted wouldn't you like, have less gas?"
SHHHHFFFFFRRRRRRRBLBLBLBLBLIPBLIP!
An extremely loud fart boomed out of Saramago's ass. She giggled. "Ahaha! It just come out!"
Coach Todd crossed her arms and snarled. "...Pumpers..." she mumbled "THEY'RE ALL FUCKING PUMPERS!!" mecidiyeköy escort She then screamed, throwing her cap to the ground.
Every girl on the team bench gasped at Coach's shocking remark. "Pumper?" They all thought. "How could Coach todd say something so... so... hurtful? So bigoted? So ...racist...?"
"Coach... what the HELL?" Questioned Serafina. "Now we both good and well know you can't be sayin' shit like that!"
"Yeah dude, that's like, one of the worst insults in the fart game, dog!" Said Jimenez.
"And it's kinda racist!" Exclaimed Thunderhawk.
"Get with the times, Coach!" Said Diaz.
"NO. I will not get with the times, Diaz!" Responded Coach Todd. "And it ain't racist to call a Brazilian farter a pumper, Thunderhawk! Why? BECAUSE THEY ALL PUMP THEIR FARTS! LIKE THE PUMPERS THEY ARE!"
"But I thought that it was proven years ago by the IWFC committee that Brazil wasn't pumping farts!" Said Serafina.
"Well them fuckers was lyin'!" Said Coach. "Back in '01 I saw them do it! I saw the damn bicycle pump they were using to pump their shitty farts! They cheated us out of a ticket to the championship that year!"
"But... what about all the other teams that had to fart against them... they didn't say nothing about a bike pump. Right?" Questioned Serafina.
"Wrong!" Said Coach Todd. "Ask any damn farter that had to fart against Brazil in the 2000s. I guarantee they'll tell you that sumn' was off about Brazil's farts! And some even reported seeing the same bicycle pump that I saw!"
"This is all just some dumb fucking conspiracy..." Said Giordano "...you lost because you suck ass, not because Brazil was cheating!"
"IT AIN'T NO CONSPIRACY GIORDANO!! IT'S THE DOGGONE TRUTH!!" Shouted Coach Todd back at the top of her lungs.
"But Coach, you still called the Brazilians the 'P' word!" Whined Thunderhawk. "There's just no way that every Brazilian farter pumps their farts! You're using the excuse of them allegedly cheating to be racist!"
"Look Thunder, I don't hate Team Brazil because they're Brazilian... I hate them because they're cheaters! And I can assure you, damn near everyone who has farted for Team Brazil has in fact cheated by pumping their farts!"
Thunderhawk sank in her seat. "I just... I dunno, Coach. It just seems wrong to call them that!"
Coach Todd walked closer to Thunderhawk. "Thunder, look, I ain't a hateful person! But I ain't afraid to call motherfuckers out on their bullshit! And Brazil? They needa be called out!"
Thunderhawk crossed her arms and looked away.
"I wouldn't lie to you, hun!" Said Coach Todd.
The fart judge walked in between Johnson and Saramago and kneeled. "Ok ladies, get ready to fart right in my face!!"
"On your marks..."
"Get set..."
SHFLURFLURBLUHBLUHBLUHRIIIIP!
Saramago pushed out an insanely bubbly fart in the judge's face, catching him off guard. "Hahahahaha!" She laughed. "Oops! It come out random! Hahahahaaaaaa! I no mean to do!"
"LIES! SHE MEANT TO DO THAAAAT!" Screamed Coach Todd, waving her fist in the air. "GOD DAMN PUMPER!"
"...f-fart! Peido!"
BLBLBLBLBLBLBLBLBLAAAAAAPT!
"Hmmmmmpphh!"
RRRRRBLBLBLBLBLBLBLBLBLIPBLIPBLIP!
"Nnnnnnmmmmhhh!"
PLLLLAAAAAAARRRRPLARPLARP!
"Nnnnyyyyeeeeeh!"
FFFFFLIPFLIPFLIPRRRRAAAAAAAPT!
After releasing 4 consecutive bubbly farts, Saramago patted her stomach in relief. "Ahhhhh... I need to get them out!"
Johnson stood there in awe of Saramago's farting ability. "Woah..."
SHLAAAAAAPLAPLAPLAAAAAAAAP!
"Oooh! A lot of gas! Hahaha!" Giggled Saramago.
"Wow! You're a good farter!" Complimented Johnson. Johnson then gave her 2 thumbs up.
"Awww, thanks!" Said Saramago, holding her palms to her heart.
"C'MON JOHNSON!! START FARTIN'!!" Shouted Coach Todd. "(Sigh)... If we're gonna lose to these pumpers, might as well go down fighting..." she said under her breath.
SHSHSHFFFFFFFBBBRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIP!
Saramago released another humongous fart. Johnson leaned in towards her and sniffed the air. "Hmmm... (sniff, sniff) your farts don't stink a ton, huh? What did you have before the match?"
"Ummm... I-umm... n-no speak a lot of English! Heheheh!" Nervously giggled Saramago.
"Oh, sorry girlie!" Apologized Johnson. "I didn't know!"
"It is ok. I fart more now, ok?"
"Sure thing!"
FRRRBLBLBLBLBLIBLIBLIBLIB!
"(Sniff, sniff) Hmmm, still not a lot of smell..." thought Johnson. "I would comment on it, but it's too bad that she doesn't speak a lot of English!"
"I would comment on it, but too bad she doesn't speak a lot of English!" said Johnson. "Wait, did I just say that out loud?"
brrrrrrrrRRRRRUUUUUUMP!
"Oopsie!" Said Johnson after unintentionally letting a fart slip. "It just slipped out! Thought it would be silent!"
"Wait a minute..." she thought. "This is a fart competition, isn't it? I should force more out! HNNNNGG!"
SHHHLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPT!
"Ohhhh! That one felt so hot coming out! Why do I always have to drench everything I eat in hot sauce?!" Thought Johnson.
SHHFFFFFBBBRRRRRUUUUUUMMMF!
"My butthole! It burrrrrns!" Whined Johnson.
"KEEP IT UP, KAYLA!" Cheered Serafina. "KEEP IT UP!"