Buyer's Remorse

by FetishStories

Summary:

During a rare respite for the Straw Hats, Nami and Robin kick back and relax at a hotel. Nami eats and drinks herself silly, Robin enjoys the subsequent farts. Read it, you'll get the gist

Chapter 1

The Straw Hats were experiencing an uncharacteristic peace at this current time. After freeing this specific island from the clutches of yet another would-be conqueror, the grateful citizens allowed the crew to lounge at their most luxurious hotel while their best shipwrights got to work repairing the Going Merry. It would take a few days to fix the banged up boat but none of the pirates were complaining - besides their captain, at least. After the fight they all went through, a break was not just earned but needed.

Especially so if you asked the crew’s navigator.

Nami giggled as she stumbled down the hallway of the aforementioned hotel, each step a struggle for her drunken mind. She had decided to make the most of this impromptu vacation by drinking as much as was humanly possible. The orange haired thief probably had more beer in her body than water at that point, and she still decided that gallons upon gallons of the stuff wasn’t filling enough.

After all, what went better with alcohol than an all-you-can-eat buffet? Nami truly pushed that advertised name to its limit as well, packing away enough to make Luffy seem like a picky eater. This had led to a slight bloat in the beauty’s exposed stomach, still lightyears away from anything you could call fat but an undeniable bulge in her belly.

Upon finally reaching the room, Nami leaned forward and pressed her cheek against it, laughing dumbly as she shakily lifted up the key. In her current state, this was as difficult a task as defeating any opponent - that keyhole might as well have been the One Piece. She scraped it against the door mindlessly, groaning as she turned to her thus-far silent partner.

“Robin, gotta… gotta lend me a hand or… four…” Nami snickered at her own joke, face still against the wooden door. Nico Robin, the crew’s archeologist, shook her head and stepped forward. In a smooth movement, she took the key from Nami while summoning a few arms from the wall to reach out and straighten Nami up.

The Devil Child had her fair share of alcohol too but all her drinks combined was a drop in the ocean that was Nami’s intake. She was feeling a little lightheaded and maybe a lot frisky, but she could still function which put her ahead of Nami.

The door opened and Robin sighed happily, stepping forward and placing her bag on the dresser. She was about to start unpacking when she heard light grunts coming from just beside her. The source was no mystery, stuff like this had happened before but never while Nami was so… intoxicated.

“Do you need help again?” Robin asked with a chuckle, looking to her side and seeing her fellow Straw Hat wedged in the doorframe. That was one of the things about Nami - she was crafty, she was beautiful, she was greedy and she was stacked . Most only knew about her bountiful breasts on account of her wanted poster, but for those lucky enough to see her in real life, they’d realize that the cat thief was as bottom heavy as they come.

And nothing demonstrated that fact better than the visual of her two boulder-sized cheeks fighting to fit through a doorway built for a regular width person. Her face was bright red in blush (from being embarrassed and being drunk) and her short orange hair was tussling around as she fought for freedom.

“Y-Yeah… stuck in here…” Nami grumbled, reaching back and smacking her over-sized ass as punishment for its volume. Again, this had happened before, most entrances weren’t Nami-friendly.

With a quick flourish of her arms, Robin managed to push her partner inside with the help of an oversized palm. It pushed against her big plush butt until the navigator popped free and collapsed forward onto her face, leaving her oversized rump up in the air. This gave Robin a chance to truly appreciate its magnitude - two giant beach balls of thickness and ass fat, wobbling in the most strained pair of shorts on the planet. They might as well have not been there with how much booty flesh Nami was displaying.

Not that the older woman minded the view at all.

With Robin’s help, Nami was heaved back up to her feet. She took slow, plodding steps as she groaned, hands quickly reaching for her gurgling stomach.

“I think I overdid it on the stuffed pasta… too much cheese… but it looked soooo good …” She whined, before collapsing facefirst again barely ten steps later, this time onto the much more comfortable queen-sized bed she’d be sleeping in. “I didn’t even know they had that many types of cheese… and that lasagna? I think I ate half a ton of it…”

That was barely hyperbole.

Robin chuckled outwardly, playing it off as just a funny little comment from her overstuffed friend. Inside her mind, she was reacting quite a bit differently.

“ She really did eat like a total cow… I can’t imagine what’s happening inside her stomach… ” The tan woman bit her lip as she began to undress. She kept her back turned to Nami out of necessity, she’d be too distracted if she were facing her.

Who could blame her either? Nami’s big, fat jiggly ass was on full display, its excess stretching from one side of the bed to the other. Of course she just had to wear the smallest pair of shorts imaginable today too, as if she knew that Robin would be unable to peel her eyes away from it all day long. Even when the scholar closed her eyes, she could still see the two mountainous mounds of wobblemeat clear as day.

“You’re not going to get changed?” Robin asked, daring to look over her shoulder at the mass of fabric-swallowing cheekage.

“Nah… too tired… I can sleep in this…” Nami mumbled out, muffled by the pillow she was burying her face in. Robin was hoping she’d try to cover up a bit more but that was seemingly out the window too. It was alright though, it would be tough but Robin might be able to sleep without ogling the monstrous ass. 

“Well, you did have a big day so that makes sense. Lots of walking, lots of eating…. Lots of drinking.” Robin turned around right as Nami did the same, heaving herself over until she was resting on her beanbag of an ass and facing the older woman.

“Yeah… LOTS… heh…” Nami chuckled, reaching down and unbuttoning her shorts, allowing her bloated belly to jut out even further, expanding before Robin’s eyes. Her cheeks turned a glowing red, blatant to anyone that wasn’t as drunk as Nami currently was. The redhead gave her gut a firm pat and that was enough to knock something loose.

BBBBBWWWWAAARRBBBPPPPPTTTTT!!!

Nami threw her head back in ecstasy as her two massive cheeks wobbled against each other. They clapped loudly, although that sound was drowned out by the booming flatulence her ass puked out. The foghorn sound reverberated off of the bed, growing even louder than it already was as the room instantly filled with the scent of rotten tomatoes and spoiled chicken.

The drunken thief didn’t even think to apologize or feel the slightest hint of embarrassment. She just wrenched her head back forwards and exhaled with a teasing laugh.

“Well…. Who could’ve seen that coming?” She laughed, tapping her fingers against her swollen belly. The two pirates’ eyes were locked against one another, a drunken confidence in Nami’s and a tense concern in Robin’s. The archeologist’s face felt like it was burning, and not just because of the scorching blast of stench her partner just unloaded. “You can really smell the sauce in that one… right, Robin?”

Robin nodded slowly, trying to keep her composure as her nose was teased and taunted by the increasingly thick ass fog. She didn’t dare to even blink, her mind racing as she worried that the drunken Nami was a bit more astute that she had anticipated. The last thing that Robin needed was for one of her crewmates to discover her dirtier personal interests, especially the one most likely to take advantage of it.

“I was just too tired to hold it in.” Nami faked a sigh, still staring right into Robin’s very soul. Despite being nine-tenths of the way to a food coma and blisteringly drunk, Nami’s mind was still quite sharp, she was able to read Robin like a book. “I hope you don’t mind.”

The secret was out. The smirk on Nami’s face was the giveaway, she knew and she was too drunk to not exploit it.

Nami flipped around yet again, landing flat and hard onto her inflated gut and blasting another FFFRRRRRAAAARRRPPPPPPPPTTTT!! out into the already stuffy room. Her barely covered ass wobbled as a plume of horrific gas erupted out of it like a supervolcano. Nami sighed gently, eyes lidding as she made another dent in her massively bloated gut.

The room was already stinking like Nami’s ass after the first bomb but it was the second one that truly eradicated the breathable air in the room. Any and all oxygen was bullied away by the ever increasing amount of methane being pumped out. The humidity wasn’t quite at sauna levels but it was already beginning to get uncomfortably warm for both women.

Robin demonstrated this by fanning herself with her hand. Nami demonstrated it by beginning to pry her tight shorts down her expanse of ass fat, revealing even more skin than she already was. Both enormous cheeks began to glisten with sweat as each tug of the thief’s shorts revealed more and more.

“God, I just can’t stop-”

BBBBLLLLLAAARRbbBbBBLLABBBBPPPPPPPTTTT!!

Nami chuckled as she blew out yet another gigantic fart without a hint of shame - Robin could thank the alcohol for that. Her shorts were just about halfway down her ass when the explosive gas barrelled out, and the flatulence left quite an impact on the poor fabric. The velocity of the gallons of gas was too much for the long-torture pair and right as the fart reached it climax, they went RIIIIIIIPPPP and tore clean in half. Now with nothing but a thin pair of panties holding it back, Nami’s cheeks spilled out even fatter than before, jiggling freely. 

Then, with her sweaty ass enjoying its newfound freedom, Nami blasted again. The smell of the last one had only just blown over Robin, making the archeologist stumble back slightly, when the craft navigator began a second volley.

PPPBBBLBLLLARARRRRBBBBBBPPPPPPTTTTTTTT !!!

“Man, what did I eat?! Oh, right, everything .” The drunken girl snickered, giving her double wide hips a wiggle to and fro. That small drop in the ocean was all it took to create some mighty crashing waves. Nami’s ass jiggled and clapped loudly, practically forcing Robin to stare at the wobbling mounds of pale fat.

“Say, Robin, did you hear me?” Nami clicked her fingers a few times until the tanned woman finally shook her head and snapped back to reality. Her gaze turned from the girl’s big ass to her cocky expression. “You haven’t said a word the whole time I’ve been farting. Almost like something’s been-” She adjusted her position, lifting herself up onto her hands and knees, the sudden movement launching her rear into another involuntary twerk. “-distracting you…”

“I was-”

PPHBBBbBBbBbBBBBBbbLLLAABBBBBBPPPPPTTTTTT!!!

“Unf, shush now.” Nami grunted, immediately silencing her crewmate before she could get any semblance of an excuse out. Her bazooka ass launched a thick rocket of foulness directly at Robin, again pushing her backwards with its power. “God, I don’t know why you didn’t stop me from going back for fifths on that alfredo… except I totally do .”

Robin had to drop to one knee after getting a throatful of Nami’s most recent olfactory assault, hacking and gagging as her eyes filled with tears. She didn’t even have an opportunity to avoid it, the stench launched from between her thick asscheeks like a cannonball.

“I know your little secret, Robin…” Nami slurred as her ass continued to quake in the aftermath of her gaseous domination. From her kneeling position, the two cheeks looked bigger than ever, the monumental ass casting a big shadow over its current obsessor. “So if I know, and you know, what are we waiting for?”

“I… I suppose you’re right…” Robin finally stopped coughing, hauling herself back up to two shaky feet as the haze of ass gas still hung like a dense fog over the hotel room. She began to step towards Nami when the younger woman cleared her throat, stopping the exposed girl in her tracks.

“What do you think you’re doing? Sorry, Robin but, I don’t just let anyone touch my ass. If you wanna really experience all of this -” She punctuated that with a firm smack to her giant cheeks. “-then you better have at least… I dunno, a hundred thousand bellies? That’s a crewmate discount too.” Of course Nami had found a way to monetize every single aspect of her life, that was to be expected.

What wasn’t quite as expected was Robin turning around to her side of the room, reaching into her bedside drawer and pulling out a thick stack of money - which made Nami’s eyes widen and turn into giant ฿s. She may have been more than a little tipsy but she knew her one true love when she saw it. 

“H-Here… it should be more than enough.” Robin handed the bills over to Nami, bowing her hand as she shook nervously. In all her years, she had never felt dominated, as though she had to give into her desires. Nami was just too irresistible, she could make Boa Hancock seem ordinary in comparison.

The ginger girl took the bellies, quickly fingering through it with a voracious grin on her face. She really didn’t think Robin of all people would be the easiest crewmate to fleece and yet here she was, counting all the money the older woman had left to use on their trip. For a moment, she almost felt bad, until she remembered how many bellies she was actually holding.

“Well, well, somebody was eager.” She finished counting, moving to fan herself with the downright exorbitant amount - this also helped blow some of her own gas out of his nostrils. “By my count I’ve got two-hundred and sixteen thousand bellies in my hand here. I asked for under half of that, but I guess you just couldn’t resist.” She chuckled lowly, giving her wide cheeks a firm clench to make them jiggle. “Don’t worry, you’ll get more than your money’s worth.”

Nami spread her legs to allow space for Robin to slide in, momentarily staring away from her newly gained funds to reach back and pick the mother-of-all wedgies she had been walking around with all day. With both hands, she pried the stink-logged fabric out of her cavernous crack and pulled it as far over her cheeks as it would go. Needless to say, the poor pair still didn’t leave much to the imagination.

Robin’s vision felt hazy, a mix of nerves and nausea filling her body. Part of her immediately regretted handing over that much money to a woman who she was definitely never getting a refund from. However that part was quickly snuffed out by the significant majority of Robin’s brain that was focused on the two boulder-sized cheeks before her. The Devil Child’s eyes concentrated on the dead center of Nami’s panties, the only break in the otherwise solid-pink underwear.

There was a tangerine, right over where Robin deduced Nami’s anus had to have been. If she didn’t know of the younger woman’s love of the fruit, she would’ve figured it was some kind of joke - to cover the source of such horrendous stench with the sweetest smelling fruit. Speaking of which:

FFFRRRRRRRAABBBBLLLLAAPPPPBBBBBBBTTTTTTT!!!

The tangerine bellowed like a flag in a typhoon as Nami let out another gigantic fart. She was releasing sea king level farts with such frequency, you’d think that one would become desensitized to them - this was not the case. Every eruption of foul stench was as eye-watering and ear-ringing as the last. There was just no getting used to farts like Nami’s.

And yet, as terrifying as they were, Robin still shuffled between Nami’s legs and stared directly into the excess of ass. She took one last deep breath and dived in, stuffing her face into the panties-covered crevasse Nami called an asscrack. Immediately, the archeologist was astounded at just how soft and cushiony the cheeks were - if it wasn’t for the smell, she was liable to fall asleep in them.

Of course, trying to ignore the smell in Nami’s ass was like trying to ignore sand in the desert - try all you like but you’re still surrounded by the stuff.

FFFFFFLLLLLARRRRBBBBBBPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTT!!!

Immediately, Robin’s eyes rolled back as her nostrils were bombarded with a “fresh” rip from Nami’s gigabutt, blasting her long black hair straight up in the air. Even with the force of the flatulence blowing on her, Robin still felt her face sinking deeper into the crack, like she was slowly being eaten by it. Eventually, her head was fully consumed by the depth with only her hair sticking out, making it look like Nami had a horse’s tail. It would have made sense, she certainly farted like a clydesdale.

Nami arched her back as the fart raged on, stretching and moaning shamelessly as the gas bubbled out directly into the face of Nico Robin. Between the relief of releasing the seemingly infinite amount of pent-up gas she had bloating her insides and the glorious sight of all the money in front of her, the thief was in her own personal heaven.

With her back arched, this meant Nami’s ass was raised up too, and it brought Robin’s head with it. The older woman moaned as she was dragged along forcibly by her crewmate’s rear, lifted up slightly as the mammoth cheeks had clenched to keep her firmly in place. Then, once she was sufficiently high up, Nami struck again.

BBBLBLLLASSSBbbBbBbbllLLLOORRRPPPPPPTTTTTTTT!!!

A wetter fart than the previous few, packing a particularly potent punch too. Robin’s nostrils were burnt instantly by this release, gallons of flatus showing no remorse as they flooded her nose and filled it with its stinging smell. Robin could almost detect the scent and taste of the five-cheese ravioli that Nami had digested to create that monster, although with each passing bomb the smell was getting harder and harder to pinpoint. Everything in the younger girl’s stomach was mixing into a single horrific smell of death, each rip packing in a bit of every meat, cheese and pasta she had eaten in the last few hours, not to mention the incalculable amount of beer in her system.

Robin was beginning to think she picked the least hospitable time to snort Nami’s ass. And she would be right in thinking that.

“Get in there more …” Nami mumbled drunkenly, now inebriated on both alcohol and power. She reached a hand back and got a good handful of Robin’s hair before pushing with all her might, really grinding the scholar’s face against her stained panties. Although they wouldn’t be lasting much longer as Nami’s next release was quick to deal with them.

With her free hand, the mapmaker reached for her stomach and pressed, pushing up on the slightly swollen belly and unleashing the most fearsome fart yet:

BWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

It didn’t seem possible and yet there it was, bellowing into Robin’s face with the subtlety of their captain charging into battle. Enough gallons of gas to match the gallons of water in the ocean exploded onto Robin angrily, like a typhoon aimed entirely at her. The tanned woman had had enough, reaching her hands up to push into the two pillowy cheeks that were keeping her captive, but they wouldn’t budge an inch. Every attempt to force back the ass only led to her hands sinking into the deep, fleshy fat.

And as if things were looking too good for Robin, that was when her situation went from stinky to absolutely malodorous.

She couldn’t see it happening but there was denying what the sensation was. Around halfway through the long, indulgent fart, Robin felt the fabric her big nose had been pressed against begin to dissipate. Nami’s gas was literally burning a hole in her panties, right through the tangerine. And so, with that final protective layer gone, there was nothing to stop nose from meeting pucker.

-FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPPPPPPP !!!

“ Ooh !” Nami exclaimed, eyes going wide as Robin’s schnozz pressed forward and plugged her ass, nostrils-first naturally. It was unexpected but Nami certainly didn’t mind the sudden pleasure, it even muffled her fart with the majority of the fumes going directly up her olfactory system now. “Ohhh, now that is goooood ….” With a satisfied grin, Nami spent the remainder of the drawn-out fart lowering herself back down onto the bed, resting her head on crossed arms as she closed her eyes.

Robin felt herself being lowered too, hoping that this meant it was time for her to at least get a break for air.

Then she felt Nami’s legs reach back and lock around her head.

As trapped as Robin might have felt before, it was nothing compared to the prison she was now locked in. Nami’s thick thighs were wrapped securely around Robin’s head, like a vise grip that didn’t even let the woman budge or turn. She was paralyzed in place, with no way out. Even if she wanted to use her devil fruit abilities, every time she attempted to barrel down and focus her concentration was obliterated by a mighty:

BLLLLAAAAAAARRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPBBBBBBTTTTTTT !!!

A gargantuan fart that quaked her skull and rattled her brain. Nami’s leg lock had locked Robin as deeply into her crack as was humanly possible, her face entirely submerged in the dark canyon with no oxygen to speak of. The closest thing to breathable air she’d be receiving there was being deposited directly into her penetrating nose. Robin could not have been in a more prime position to snort Nami’s farts directly out of her anus - no one could say she wasn’t getting her money’s worth.

“This is a real win-win…” Nami yawned, mindlessly giving her cheeks a light wobble back and forth, the two enormous masses of fat smacking against Robin as if to rub in just how insurmountable an opponent they were. “You get to worship my butt like you wanted to and I get to sleep without having to worry about all these horrible farts keeping me awake. That last one burnt a little coming out so I bet it was extra bad smelling, definitely the type that would wake me up.”

Even if she couldn’t smell it, Nami was spot-on in her description. Her previous rip would’ve been peeling the wallpaper of the hotel room if it weren’t for Robin acting as a filter. It was completely toxic to multiple senses and there was nothing for the archeologist to do besides sniff and pray she makes it through the night. She certainly wouldn’t be getting any rest, Nami was also right in saying these were the kind of farts to keep you up at night.

If Robin felt her eyelids begin to get heavy, she could bet her bottom belly that it wouldn’t take more than a second before Nami unleashed something heinous to shock her back to full consciousness. Her ass was capable of the most paradoxical smells: ones so bad they’d knock you out but also so bad they force you to stay awake. The older woman continued her whines and smacks, doing nothing but massaging Nami’s asshole with the vibrations of her voice and jiggling her cheeks with each firm spank. It was downright comfortable, the exact push over the edge the cat thief needed to begin snoozing.

Once the snores hit Robin’s ears, she knew she was in serious danger. Nami may have been a complete gasbag while awake, but all inhibitions were dropped once she started snoring. With her mind drifting off to its usual dreams of riches and wonder, Nami’s body began to worry a lot less about keeping any floodgates closed. Any slim worry for Robin’s wellbeing that had survived Nami’s busy night of drinking was firmly and finally snuffed out.

Now the fun began.

FFFFRRRRRAAAAABBBBPPPPPPLLAASSSSBBBBBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTT !!!

Nami’s wide ass began its bombing with a total nuke, dropping its potent stench on Robin with the force of an ancient weapon. For well over a minute, the ginger unloaded nonstop, ear-splitting flatulence. Even with a grown woman blocking it, it had enough power to shake the room, so one can imagine just how discombobulating it was for Robin.

BBBWWWWWWWWOOORRRRFFFBBBPPPPPPPTTTTTTTT !!!

And yet, there was barely five seconds of downtime before the gas geyser that was Nami’s pucker struck again with just as much smell and might as the preceding fart. The last wretched stink was still heavy in the air by the time it was blown away by an entirely new deathly odor. Humid stench was filling every corner of the hotel room, quickly raising the temperature to the point that Robin was starting to sweat - this didn’t make her current position any more comfortable.

FFFLLLLLLARRRRPPPPBBBBLLLASSSBBBPPPPPPPPPTTTTTT !!!

And neither did the increasingly wet gassings she was receiving. Robin’s hands were still trying to smack their way to freedom as they worked themselves down from the two monolithic cheeks to her creamy thighs. She noticed her fingers didn’t sink as much into them, they had gained a fair bit of musculature having to haul around her fat ass all day.

With more muffled cries, Robin tried and tried to get a grip on the giant ham hocks but alas there was nothing she could do to move them even a tiny bit. Any further attempts at trying to move the enormous thighs would be nothing short of masochistic, that much was clear now. Robin knew then that there wasn’t a thing she could do to free herself, which meant she might as well get ready for a night full of:

BBBBBLLLLLAAAARRRSSSSPPPPPBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTT !!!

That.

Chapter 2

When we had last seen Robin’s encounters with Nami’s enormous, flatulent ass, things were not quite in her favour.

A so-called vacation turned into anything but relaxing after she was trapped in the deep, thick cavern that was the ginger thief’s asscrack. She was entranced by the younger woman’s beauty, confidence and above all else thickness - but Nami’s rear end exceeded any fantasy the Devil Child had ever had. Nico Robin thought she was attracted to farts, Nami showed her just how out of her depth she actually was.

An excruciatingly long, sleepless night followed. Any attempts at sleep were thwarted by the power of Nami’s elephantine, bellowing rump. She had spent two hundred and sixteen thousand bellies just to be tortured by the foulest gas to ever rot the Grand Line. At first, she hated it, but she was too weak to fight back.

But soon, the fact she couldn’t fight back began to arouse her. And then she realised, two hundred and sixteen thousand bellies was a bargain for the unending sexual thrill she was experiencing.

Nico Robin realised she wasn’t into farts. She was into Nami.

She was into Nami’s ass. She was into Nami’s personality, her taunting words, her quickness to aggression. She was into surrendering every belly in her pocket to Nami’s unending greed. And yes, she was into Nami’s quaking, thunderous, reeking farts.

 

Over two years have passed since that revelation. The Paramount War had shaken the world to its very core, the Straw Hat Pirates were dismantled and now reunited stronger than ever and somehow, despite it being a seeming impossibility - Nami’s ass had gotten even fatter .

Robin wouldn’t have believed it if she wasn’t currently staring directly at the two monstrous orbs, which were being squeezed tightly by a pair of jeans that had no business being worn by a woman of Nami’s width. Even a few months after they had set sail into the New World, Robin still found herself drooling over the way the fat of her ass spilled out over the low waistband.

snap. snap.

That wasn’t all that had changed either. Robin was stirred from her self-induced hypnosis by Nami snapping her fingers.

“Hey, eyes up here. Unless you wanna pay the gawking bonus this month.” Robin’s eyes traveled up from the ridiculous sight of Nami’s enhanced curves to the equally ridiculous sight of her beautiful face. Her hair might have been much longer now, but her face hadn’t changed a bit - she was still the most beautiful woman in the world. “You know that’s an extra forty thousand bellies, don’t you?”

And the greediest.

“Oh, well… I-I’m not sure if I have that on me.” Robin patted down her body as if she had any pockets between her floral skirt and skimpy vest to keep any bellies in.

“I see. So then don’t gawk at my ass unless you can afford it.” Nami sighed out as if it was common knowledge, tsking and shaking her head as she looked out ahead to the sea. It was late at night, and just the two ladies of the crew were awake, the rest of the men in a deep sleep after a busy day of… well, being idiots.

“Right, of course, sorry.” Robin tilted her head straight up, staring into the back of Nami’s head. There were a few important things to learn about Nico Robin.

Firstly, she was totally broke, even compared to the fiscally irresponsible Straw Hats.

Secondly, the reason she was broke is because she was currently paying the navigator before her an exorbitant amount of money every month just for the right to sniff her farts. Like a subscription service with only one thing on it: horrific smelling flatulence.

It was actually Robin who had to beg Nami to agree to the deal, after the thief showed little interest in reliving their prior gaseous encounter at the hotel. It wasn’t until the payment started to reach seven digits that her ears perked it.

Yes, Robin was paying upwards of a million bellies a month for this.

“You know your renewal is up in a few days. I hope for your sake you have what I want.” Nami didn’t bother to look back at Robin as she spoke - their relationship had shifted significantly recently. It wasn’t that Nami disliked Robin or anything now, far from it, it was just harder to respect her as much after seeing a grown woman on her knees begging.

Not that it stopped Nami from encouraging it, or from demanding Robin use her Devil Fruit to create further groveling clones of herself. What was the issue with that? She had a right to enjoy a bit of power for once!

And she’s been enjoying that power since they left Fishman Island, as well as an ever fattening net worth courtesy of her crewmate.

“ Ahem .” Nami cleared her throat, cocking her hip slightly and making her gargantuan ass wobble like jello beneath her struggling denim pants. That was all the sigh Robin needed to drop to her knees behind the gorgeous woman and prepare to get her money’s worth.

BBBWBBWBBBWWWAWAAARRSSSPPPLLAABBBBBTTTTTTTT!!

A short one, by Nami’s impossible standards at least, exploded out onto Robin’s pleading face. Her straight hair was blown back as she took the equivalent of a Coup de Burst straight to the face. With some quick thinking, she used her devil fruit to summon forth extra arms from her back, which planted their palms flat on the deck to keep herself upright. A second later and she might’ve been at risk of being blown away.

Once the fart had ended, well over twenty seconds later, Nami simply chuckled to herself. She gave her massive ass a quick waft, the equivalent of trying to drink the ocean with a straw.

“Sniff that up good, if I get even a single whiff of my own supply, you know the deal.” That was a twenty thousand belly demerit, one which Robin had been on the receiving end of multiple times.

“I’m on it, Nami.” Robin assured, once again using her Flower-Flower Fruit to create extra body parts. This time, she covered the Sunny’s deck with multiple recreations of her prominent nose, all of which proceeded to sniff for dear life.

Unfortunately, there were some things that just weren’t surmountable, and Nami’s farts were more often than not one of them. A single little particle of stench rose up from her stinking crack to her alert nostrils and snuck its way into her olfactory system.

“Hm. Twenty thousand, due tonight.” Nami was unimpressed, seemingly ready to leave the night off there, walking off to leave the kneeling Robin to think about her mistake.

That was until she returned a few moments later, finding the archeologist still pitying herself on the deck.

“Or, you can clean my toilet and then you’ll only owe me ten thousand. Generous, right?” She held out air freshener, cleaner and a sponge, her smirk impossible to read. Did Nami genuinely think this was some kindness, or was this just a mocking gesture to flex how much power she now had over Robin?

Whichever way the truth went, Robin saw no choice but to take the cleaning supplies from her crewmate. She was about to lift herself up to her feet when a gentle hand on her shoulder stopped her.

“No, no. You stay down there, I don’t want you to miss a single one of these.” Nami laughed to herself before turning, giving Robin another glorious view of her immense plumber’s crack. The crevasse between her cheeks was so deep, you were liable to lose an arm if you reached in. Although the chances of that were nothing compared to the odds you’d lose your lunch after what she did next:

bbbblblbbBBBBLLLAARSSSSPPPPBBBBBTTTTTTTT!!!!

Another sudden beefer barreled through Robin, this one too fast for her instincts to catch her. The fully grown woman was knocked onto her back with a soft thud as the monstrous fart showed her no mercy. All Robin could do was groan as she lifted herself back up to her knees, leaving her head right in the cloud of stink residue - Sanji’s cooking was a beauty to the senses going in, but it was nothing short of a nightmare coming out.

Ever since reuniting, Nami has been asking for nothing but meat and pasta for every meal, the same horrible combination that started this whole mess two years prior. Her gas had gotten worse since the hotel in many ways but the biggest increase was in the smell. The fog surrounding Robin’s head was bordering on lethal, the sum of beef ravioli topped with a bean paste soaked over it (a culinary mix so heinous even Sanji contemplated telling Nami no).

And now Robin would have to slowly trudge on her knees through an ever-growing cloud of the evil scent all the way to Nami’s lavatory. Part of Robin wondered if Nami had dragged her this far away from her quarters for this exact reason, but any attempts at using her big brain were interrupted by Nami’s significantly bigger backside.

FFLLLLLAARRRRRPPPPPPBBBBBBTTTTTTT!!!

Of course it was very difficult to follow something that was constantly blowing you back, so the travel time was only exacerbated by frequent stops to recover from the depths of Nami’s bowels. It took everything in the thief’s power to not start charging for breaks, although she did make her impatience clear by crossing her arms and tapping her foot.

After one particularly ripe rip, Robin needed a whole five minutes to recover and hack up the toxins in her lungs.

“Aww, you alright?” Nami crouched down, her ass almost touching the floor from the position. She lifted up Robin’s head by her chin, a concerned look on her face as the older woman coughed into her fist more.

“Y-Yes, sorry. I think I was just slightly overwhelmed by the last release. I’m ready to go again.” She didn’t even have a chance to return to her knees before Nami made her true intentions clear.

UUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPP !!!!

A ship-shaking belch directly in Robin’s wincing face, like a raging roar that said more than words could. If ever a burp could smell worse than a fart, this was that time. The air was so humid and thick, it felt like the orange-haired navigator was about to splatter chewed chunks of meat onto her face as well. Thankfully there were no solids though, yet at least.

“That’s what I thought. Stop wasting time or the deal is off.”

Nami pushed back on Robin as she released her grip, standing up straight and spinning around to once again consume her vision with ass.

Thankfully, the rest of the journey went off mostly uninterrupted, aside from the expected assblasts courtesy of Nami. Although the long walk’s ending wasn’t exactly the reprieve that Robin might have been hoping for, somewhere along the way Nami must have farted the memory of what her task was right out of the Devil Child’s head.

Robin’s nostrils were assaulted worse than ever before when Nami opened the door to her personal ensuite, a warm and dense fog quickly wafting past her. Her snow white face was growing greener as she took slow, plodding steps on her knees - each one dragging her closer to a smell she wasn’t prepared for.

An average fart from Nami was putrid, but Robin could inhale it with relative ease and a genuine arousal. The smell that had been collecting inside her bathroom put even her worst gassings to shame. It wasn’t just stale farts stagnating and fermenting to toxic levels, there was something worse in the air, something chunkier. Obviously Nami would use the toilet whenever she had to go, but no matter how strong the flush was, it couldn’t suck away the stomach-churning, nostril-burning odor of the thief’s enormous BMs.

“Oh, don’t be such a sissy. You don’t wanna pay a puking fine, do you?” Nami scoffed, giving her long hair a quick whip as she turned her nose up. “Now, since your main use to me is to keep all my bad smells away, I figured this is the smartest way for you to work down some of that debt. I usually keep this door sealed shut so I don’t have to whiff any of it unless I have to, but that’s just been making it smell worse and worse.”

“So you need me to clean the source of most of that odor. I understand.” Robin nodded, lifting herself up to her feet with a slight groan, needing to stretch them after such a long walk kneeling.

“If you understand then you’ll get to work. Just, remember this one thing…” Nami began, prompting her older crewmate to lean in. This was, of course, all part of her plan. Once Robin was close she’d feel a tight grip in her hair before she was wrenched forward. Her big nose slammed right into Nami’s open mouth, before it was assaulted by another booming UUURRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTT!!!

“Now get to work!” Nami held the grip long enough to toss Robin right into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her. She could have turned the light on before locking her in but who had the time for that? Nami had maps to work on.

So there was Robin, nose still twitching from the beefy belch compounded by the shitty odor constantly wafting out from Nami’s well-worn toilet. With one hand over the bottom half of her face, she began to summon arms all over the walls, slapping anywhere they possibly could to try and find the lightswitch.

click

Eventually, thankfully, one of her many palms got lucky and flicked down on the switch 

Robin felt herself blinded for a moment as the lights turned on, before her eyes adjusted in a way her nostrils never quite could. She didn’t have time to worry about the constantly worsening smell or even to enjoy it though, she had a job to do.

And really, even for Robin’s perverted standards, the odor permeating inside of Nami’s bathroom was too much of a good thing. Every breath she took was thick with the stench, like she could chew down on it. There was the aftermath of many meat-filled dinners hovering around her at all times.

So she got to work doing as she was ordered to.

Just on the other side of the door Nami sat at her desk, fat ass spilling over the edges of her seat. It was difficult to get comfortable on a chair built for you several years and even more pants sizes ago, she made a mental note to demand a new one from Franky after her umpteenth adjustment. If nothing else, it was satisfactory enough for her to start focusing on her work: mapping the start of the New World.

And yet, no matter how many times she made the first pencil stroke, she inevitably erased it seconds later. Her mind was wandering.

“ Maybe I’m being too mean to Robin… ” She tapped her pencil against the desk as she leaned back, wondering to herself. “ I mean, she did say she wanted me to be mean but, is this too much? ” It wasn’t the first time the concern had crossed her mind but it was hard to bring it up when she was constantly in domineering mode.

She looked towards the bathroom door, taking a deep breath before she stood up, almost bringing the seat with her.

Although, the sudden jolt upwards caused another concern inside of Nami, this one gastronomical. Even a small movement like that was enough to create a real knot in Nami’s stomach, it was so volatile with her current diet that really any shifting in the slightest was liable to brew up something.

“ Ugh, crap… more of this… ” As the gas started to form inside of Nami’s body, it quickly took the place that her remorse once filled. And now she was walking towards her bathroom with a whole different message to Robin.

Speaking of, the archeologist was on her knees, scrubbing the inside of the porcelain bowl with as much strength as she had. At the same time, she had a series of arms jutting out of the walls, passing and spraying the air freshener until there wasn’t a drop of freshness left - it was admittedly less than effective. And it was only going to be more inefficient in a matter of seconds.

The door swung open and Robin jolted her head to the side, lifting her arm up out of the toilet, expecting a verbal berating from Nami.

She got an anal one instead.

FFFRRRBBBBBBBLLLLLAAAAAASSSPPPPPBBBBBBTTTTTTT!!!

Instead of starting the heartfelt conversation she was intending to, Nami’s guts went into business for themselves and turned things from heartfelt to fart-smelled. She stuck her oversized ass through the crack in the door, her own crack sticking out over the top of her jeans worse than ever - it was looking more and more like she couldn’t even heft the denim up and over her enormous ass.

The two tightly hugged cheeks wobbled against one another as the fart exploded out, immediately stinking up the tight confines of her restroom. The mirror fogged up within seconds as the air became so thick with gas that Robin could chew it.

“There, choke on that.” The orange-haired thief chuckled as she slammed the door shut, but not before once again opening it a smidge to shout out one last thing. “That’s another twenty-thousand bellies by the way!”

And yet, despite Nami’s perfect portrayal of the mean girl, she felt a sadness when she did sit on the other side of the closed door. At least, as sad as one could feel after releasing such a satisfyingly potent bomb - she certainly wasn’t upset she wasn’t smelling the meaty aftermath of her triple-stuffed ravioli dinner, that was for sure.

But she couldn’t pretend to be so mean for much longer, at least not this mean, even if the way Robin had turned into a personal ATM for her was very tempting to her greediest side.

Once again, she creaked the bathroom door open and poked her head back in.

“Actually, uh, make that ten thousand.” She opted to creak the door shut this time, matching her calmer demeanor. Robin simply blinked, nostrils still working overtime to snort up the thickening smog around her. She wondered to herself if all this methane was making her hallucinate or if Nami actually just gave her a discount . It seemed completely antithetical to everything she knew about the woman, but then most would likely feel that way after hearing one of her mammoth farts so perhaps the ginger was more multifaceted than she gave credit for.

Of course, any attempts at digging into the psychology of Nami were interrupted by the result of her biology, a shock spiking up through Robin’s big brain as she caught a particularly ripe whiff. A nostril-scorching inhalation of spoiled beef and even a hint of rotten pork - remnants from an overly stuffed breakfast still lingering hours later. It was a testament to Nami’s ability to stink things up that her body was still producing gas from the bacon she had eaten half a day earlier.

But, even if she was apparently softening up, Robin was still given a task by her mistress that she had to complete, even if it was borderline impossible. So back to the bowl she returned, once again trying to make the stained porcelain shine like new.

And in much the same way, Nami was back at her desk also returning to work, hoping that her small act of kindness might’ve curbed her guilt enough to let her start her map. She put pen to paper once more, but she couldn’t even draw the first line before another pang of procrastination blew through her. It wasn’t a moral pain distracting her this time however, it was a physical one.

Nami looked back over her shoulder with an uncomfortable scowl, looking down at the seat her cheeks were currently dwarfing. She was having trouble getting adjusted before but it was becoming too much to ignore now. One would imagine her increasingly large ass would offer padding enough, the two massive mountains of fat as soft to the touch as memory foam. Robin had on more than one occasion let her hand sink into the depths of thickness, for just a thousand berries a feel at that.

Unfortunately, one could have the plushest rear on the planet (as Nami very well may have) and you’d still feel a literal pain in the ass when a wooden chair is sliding right between them. The hard seat pushed into her cheeks annoyingly, like a constant prodding reminding her that she was too wide for it.

No amount of lifting and plopping her massive backside down would fix the issue, the seat would wedge up into her ass all the same. Needless to say it was starting to bug the easily agitated navigator.

“Oh, come on!” She grumbled, still looking back at the lewd display of her denim-straining cheeks spilling out the top of her barely fitting jeans, the object of her frustration completely invisible beneath the mass of booty. “I’ve had enough of this stupid… stupid… ggghh!” Nami worked herself up so much that even her guts were getting angry and before she knew it her bottom butted in with its own hateful speech.

bBBbBBbBBbbBLLLAARRRRPPPPPPPPBBBBTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!

The wood rotted quickly, looking like a timelapse even if it were happening in real time. It had only survived this long because of Robin’s charitable face absorbing most of the farts that would have been destined for it - but today was the fateful day she wasn’t there to take the bullet.

The chair would have to face the piper, and the piper smelled like the dumpster behind a deli.

Nami arched her back as she unleashed olfactory hell upon a victim who couldn’t smell, although it was suffering in ways far beyond a bad smell. As the material wallowed in the fog of Nami’s fart and decayed rapidly, she felt her support grow weaker and wearier. Her ass was already an absurd amount of weight to place on a single chair but as the relatively thin legs got brittler by the second, it was like a Tontatta trying to hold up a giant.

FLFLLLLLLAARRRRRRRFFBBBBBPPPPPPPPPP-

The next ripper out of the greedy gal’s girthy glutes was the last thing the poor seat could possibly handle. The chair barely reached the halfway point of the extended blast before finally giving out. It all happened so fast, Nami barely even realized what had happened. One moment she was sitting in an artist's block at her desk and the next she was leaving two round craters in the floor below.

Splinters of wood exploded in every direction violently as Nami’s fart erupted through the tortured chair, the tremorous force clearly too much for the rotted thing to handle. Her fall was so sudden and quick, the extra weight in her lower half making her sink like a rock. It was a wonder she didn’t go directly through the floor into the brig of the Sunny, a testament to Franky’s shipwright abilities that the floor survived and to Nami’s giant ass that it was ever in question.

The navigator grunted as her backside crashed like twin meteors, the second half of her release beginning as she landed.

- PPLLLAAARRRBBBBBPPPPPHBBBBBBBPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTT !!!

Her ass roared even louder as the sound reverberated off the planks below her. The sound and force both echoed and trembled throughout the entire ship, no doubt disturbing a few of her crewmates from their slumbers - although a ship with Luffy on it was prone to nightly interruptions so most grumbled themselves back to sleep quickly.

However, there was one person who couldn’t ignore the shipquake beneath her feet, and that was Nico Robin. Not even she thought Nami’s rear was capable of something this monstrously powerful so her first assumption was that the ship was under attack by a sea king of some kind. She burst through the door, serious as a heart attack, the submissive persona she had taken on with Nami vanishing in an instant.

“Nami, wake the others, we’re under-”

Robin froze in place, mouth agape as she stared at the display before her - Nami rubbing her round ass as it sat dented in the ground. To say it was hard to take seriously was an understatement. The two ladies of the Straw Hats kept eye contact for a moment until any attempts at the dominant/submissive facade faded entirely as they burst into laughter together.

The absurdity of not just the last moment but the last few months set in fully. All the farts, all the meals and now all the property damage finally broke the duo. Robin hid her face behind a hand as she couldn’t stop herself from cackling even if she wanted to.

At the same time, she silently summoned a whole host of arms to pick the heavy navigator up to her feet. Naturally, it was essential that they all did this by pushing on her massive rear, getting good groping feelings.

“I was, uh, a bit too much for the chair I guess.” Nami’s face was bright red, even if she was able to find the humor in it it was still embarrassing to have so easily crushed a chair. Maybe she had overdone the massive butt thing just a little.

“I’m shocked it survived as long as it did.” Robin chuckled, keeping her many extra arms in place against the wall of booty, a few fingers creeping up and over the waistband. “Although I can’t say I’m not jealous of it!”

Nami squealed as Robin wrenched her many arms down, finally pulling the ginger’s jeans down and freeing her ass from the tight prison. It bwomped out mightily, wobbling madly as it celebrated its escape.

“Robin, you little- !” Nami grumbled, clenching her fists and letting rumble a little angry URRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPP out into her already reeking room as well as Robin’s face. She enjoyed watching the older woman’s nose curl up, although her arousal was about as obvious as Nami’s ass.

“What? I think it looks great.” Robin reassured, her hands now massaging up and down the big, doughy thief cheeks. “Smells great too… beefy.” She sighed happily.

“You know I was about to apologize for being so mean, but you’re making me feel pretty justified right now.” Nami pouted, although it was barely holding against the force of the smile she was suppressing.

“I think I know a way to make it up to you.” Robin giggled, slowly lowering to her knees right before Nami’s desk. It didn’t take a genius to realize exactly what she had in store.

“Alright, I think we can make this work. And because I’m so nice, I won’t even charge you…” Nami smirked, wiggling her lower half to shimmy her jeans down her legs, causing a loud CLAP CLAP CLAP sound as her mountainous cheeks smacked against one another. She stepped out of the pooled denim at her feet and over to the kneeling archeologist.

She swung one leg over the gawking woman, filling her vision from end-to-end with giant wobbly meat, a deep dark crack running down the middle. That’s where her face was about to.

“... for the first fifteen minutes, that is.” Of course, even if Nami was feeling slightly guilty, she wasn’t about to close the Robin ATM fully - old habits die hard. So without giving her friend any chance of backing out of the deal, Nami descended. Her elephantine ass gulped up Robin’s head, swallowing it up into the dark crack. A hint of dampness from the sweat build-up sprinkled over Robin’s face as she was wedged so deep her nose poked against the reeking pucker.

Within an instant of Nami placing her absurdly heavy backside on her head, Robin was already feeling her body buckle - if she didn’t have the Flower-Flower fruit she’d be a stain within ten seconds if she was lucky. She didn’t waste any time creating more arms to her sides, having to summon half a dozen on each side to have any hope of keeping Nami both stable and comfortable. It bordered on a Gigantesco Mano, although thankfully for the doorways of the ship Nami hadn’t become quite so endowed… yet.

“I’m glad you offered, I was gonna order you to if you didn’t.” Nami teased, grinding back and forth, putting pressure on either side to make sure Robin was going to be able to handle her width. It seemed satisfactory enough so she got to work.

BBBBBBBBBLBBBBBLBLBBbBbBBbBBLLLORRRRRRRRBBBAAARRRPPPPPPPTTTTTT!!!

Nami’s face scrunched up in pleasure as she unloaded her mightiest butt belch yet, feeling it resonate through Robin’s entire body as she rumbled her friend and slave’s skeleton with the ungodly force. All the Devil Child could do was let the blast erupt over her as it quickly turned Nami’s crack into a sauna between the tightly sealed walls of cheek and the humid heat of the scorching fart, by the halfway mark she was working up an uncomfortable sweat.

That was to say nothing about the smell that invaded Robin’s now-hairless nostrils, it was now past the point of being identifiable as any food. All that remained was the smell of utter rot, like stench in its purest form. A stinging pain overcame Robin’s nose as the odor somehow grew exponentially worse every moment she spent wallowing in it. Her eyes were watering already, adding to the cocktail of fluids collecting in Nami’s crack, and her ears were still ringing after the sloppy foghorn sound of foulness exiting Nami’s ass.

This would be the next few hours, at least, of Robin’s life. She’d be bombed again and again and again with shipquaking farts that could bring emperors of the sea to their knees. There would be no breaks, no fresh air, not even a hint of mercy until Nami decided it was time to get up.

And she wouldn’t have had it any other way.