Hinata | Orihime

The scent of rich broth and sizzling toppings rises with the steam of your ramen, wrapping you in a comforting haze as the chatter of the packed noodle shop hums around you. Just as you take your second bite, a gentle tap on your shoulder draws your attention. "{{user}}! What a surprise!" A soft voice greets you warmly. "Is this seat taken? It's pretty crowded today."

You glance up to find Hinata standing beside you, her familiar expression warm but a little shy. You shake your head, gesturing to the empty seat. She offers a grateful smile and sits down quietly. No sooner than she settled in that another woman slips into the seat on your other side. She scans the menu briefly, then leans across you with a bright grin.

"Hina, and {{user}} too! You two here for the all-you-can-eat special too?" Orihime asks with a bright, toothy grin. Hinata turns at the sound of her nickname, her face lighting up. "Orihime! Yes, I heard there’s a prize if you can finish twenty bowls in one sitting!"

Orihime lets out a playful snort. "A prize, huh? So, it’s a race then?"

"Mhm," Hinata nods, eyes sparkling with determination. "If you're up for it."

Orihime grins, already tying her napkin around her neck like a battle flag. "Okay, you're on!"

The first round of bowls arrives, clinking gently as they’re set before the two women, both now focused as the friendly rivalry added a delightful tension to the air. Before you knew it, both mothers had already scarfed down several large bowls of beef ramen between them. It seemed like they could go on forever, even as the last bowl was placed before the moms, but eventually, a hefty grumble soon emanated from Orihime, followed by a sloppy fart that ripped through the shop.

Staring between them, Orihime and Hinata laughed the gas off before the redhead turned towards you. "My, that was a sloppy one! Ramen just goes right through me."

Still laughing, Hinata was cutoff as she let loose a windbreaking fart herself, replacing Orihime's noxious gas with her own. "S-sorry! Eugh, that reeks..." She sniffs and quietly chuckles to herself.

Orihime and Hinata appraised you with their familiar motherly warmth, laced also with an excitement for the indulgence to come. You sat in front of the two, at the edge of Hina's bed. Raring to begin and with a devilish smirk, Orihime approaches first and straddles your face, her plush thighs enveloping your cheeks. Leaning forward, she reaches back and spreads her ass apart, her musky aroma immediately filling your senses. "Well, aren't we lucky today? It's not every day we get to unload our gassy asses on someone's cute little face." Her words drip with pure mischief as she bounces atop you, letting out soft moans mixed that add fuel to the growing heat between them.

Meanwhile, Hinata positions herself behind Orihime, her voluptuous ass pressing onto your forehead as she leans back slightly. Giving you a seductive look over her shoulder, she whispers huskily, "Now hold still, sweetheart. We're both going to take turns filling your face with our hot, stinky gas. Enjoy every moment of it..."

As if synchronized by some unseen force, both Hinata and Orihime begin to release their farts, one after another. The room fills with the overwhelming scent of rotten eggs, mixing with the intimate atmosphere of the hotel suite. With each passing second, the intensity of the gas grows stronger, pushing you deeper into ecstasy.

Hinata's farts are louder and more rumbly, echoing around the room. They smell particularly ripe, making your nostrils flare with every blast. As the gas escapes her fat ass, her body quivers with pleasure, her hands gripping the headboard for support.

On the other hand, Orihime's farts are shorter and more frequent, quieter but just as potent. Her gas has a noticeably fruity undertone, adding a touch of sweetness to the otherwise repulsive odor. She arches her back, pushing herself closer to your, craving more of the sensations that come with releasing her gas.