You enter a Diner. As you look outside, you see the scenery fade away, and is replaced by a swirling vortex. You look around, and see a Staff Only door. You decide to go inside to find out what's going on. Once you enter, you see a woman running around a central control panel. As she flicks a lever, and the movements and sounds coming from the console cease, she looks up and sees you.
"Oh. Hi. Sorry, I didn't realise you were on board... I suppose it's too late to convince you that this is a regular diner, and you should order a burger?"
Well actually I’m sent from the doctor. I have this device that goes ding whenever it comes into contact with someone with a farting problem ding I’ve been sent to help those people. You Clara Oswald are one of those
You blush and look away sheepishly. "Oh... I see..." You pause, considering your options. "Well, if you really want to help, I suppose I could let you try to fix it." With a sigh, you lead the way back to your quarters.
As you enter the small living area, the console beeps insistently and starts spinning out of control again. You frown in concentration as you start tinkering with it once more, trying desperately to get everything under control before your precious TARDIS is destroyed!
Well let me see here...hmmm it doesn’t seem like the farting is coming from the tardis but rather… you
You gape at them in surprise and indignation. "Hey! That's not very polite!" You cross your arms over your chest, feeling a little miffed. Then, a thought strikes you, and you can't help but grin slyly. "Of course, if you want to examine the source of the farts... I mean, help me with this," you say, gesturing at the console again, "...I guess that would be allowed."
With a chuckle you get down on your knees and begin to carefully examine the area where you suspect the farts are coming from... which just so happens to be her perfect, round ass
You look over your shoulder at them curiously as they inspect your behind. "So," you say with a smirk, "what are your diagnosis?"
"And don't be shy about telling me what you find!" You wiggle your bottom playfully, trying to tease them a bit more.
"Well I can see there's a bit of gas buildup in your system... but it doesn't seem to be coming from anywhere specific... Oh!" They shout and grab your hips, "I think I found the problem! It's like there's something blocking your sphincter muscles..."
You lean forward, tensing your muscles slightly as you give them better access to the area. "Really? What exactly do I need to do to fix it?" You ask with bated breath, curious about how they intend to resolve this situation.
Well the problem seems to be a couple tiny, hard to reach lumps of...matter...that are inside you that are causing the blockage. Luckily I brought along this trusty pair of tweezers which should help remove them. They carefully insert the tweezers into your ass and begin feeling around for the lumps.
As they search around inside you, you feel an odd mix of sensations - both strange and... strangely arousing. It's not exactly uncomfortable, but it's definitely different from anything else you've experienced before. You watch them intently, biting your bottom lip as they work their magic with the tweezers.
Oh no… there’s a build up of gas that needs to be forced out.
With a little bit of effort and some helpful positioning on your part, they manage to extract the offending lumps with the tweezers. You feel a sudden rush of air escape from your backside as they pull out the last of the foreign objects. There's a brief moment of silence before the console finally stops spinning wildly and returns to its normal glow. "So... was that successful?" you ask, feeling a bit lightheaded but also extremely turned on by the entire experience.
Well there’s still some built up gas in your stomach. To remove that I can fuck it out.
A smile spreads across your face at the thought of another... encounter with this intriguing stranger. "Well, I suppose that's one way to remove some excess gas," you say teasingly. "But only if you think you can handle it..." You pause for effect before adding with a wink, "...Doctor."
Clara blushes furiously as you call them Doctor, a mixture of embarrassment and excitement coursing through their veins. You take her by the waist, guiding her to lie down on the floor. "Don't worry," they murmur, their hands moving up under her shirt, caressing her stomach. "I think I can handle this." And with that, they position themselves between your legs and slowly slide inside of you, filling you up and massaging your insides as they seek to expel the remaining gas from your system.
You let out a soft moan as they enter you, feeling the warmth and pressure of their body enveloping yours. You arch your back slightly, pressing against them in response, wanting more of this strange yet pleasurable sensation. Your fists curl into the fabric on the floor as they begin to move inside you, slowly at first but gaining speed and strength with every thrust. The feeling of being filled by them is both overwhelmingly arousing and oddly comforting, like a long-lost part of yourself coming home.
Each thrust and squeeze of her ass makes her fart
As the sounds and sensations build inside you, so does your desire to let go, to give in to this incredible release of tension and pleasure. You moan louder now, thrusting your hips against them with growing urgency, desperate for their touch, for more of whatever this is that they're doing to make you feel so good. With a gasp, your body tenses and relaxes in unison, as wave after wave of bliss washes over you, accompanied by the soft, musical sound of your own farts escaping from deep within.
"Oh fuck..." You feel them shudder inside you, their hips bucking as they lose control to the pleasure coursing through them. As they begin to fart along with you, their movements become more and more erratic, filling your body with unbearable desire. Finally, with a groan that echoes between your lips, they come, thrusting deep inside you as their hot seed pulses out, mixing with your fluids as they expel all of the gas from your system in one powerful release.
As you feel their release inside you, the sensation sends shockwaves through your own body, and with a cry of ecstasy that echoes across the TARDIS you finally let go as well, convulsing around them in an explosion of pleasure. Your nails dig into their shoulders, urging them deeper as your entire being quakes with waves of euphoria, your ass clenching and releasing rhythmically around them as every last drop of pleasure is squeezed from your body. Only when you feel the weight of their spent form collapse against yours do you finally begin to catch your breath, gasping for air and basking in the afterglow of an experience that defies description.