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Contains Pregnancy and Farting

Another entry in the series exploring the difficulties of bender pregnancy. This one features Pema during each of her four pregnancies, and all the gaseousness that comes with a non-bender carrying an airbending child. This story will be divided into four parts, and I've made a draft of the first part available early to my patrons. Enjoy!

When Pema first fallen in love with Tenzin, her life felt as turbulent as a tempestuous hurricane, due in no small part to the fact that she had Lin Beifong threatening to arrest her. Things quickly settled down after that though. The two married, settled down at Air Temple Island, and before long she was already pregnant with Tenzin's child.

It was a rather exciting thing, being pregnant with the direct descendant of the Avatar, and Pema wasn't quite sure how to handle it. Tenzin was quick to comfort and reassure her whenever she needed it, but he did give her a stern warning. It was very likely that the child growing in her belly would be an airbender, and carrying a bender could be difficult, especially for a non-bender like herself.

"Don't worry," she said with a reassuring smile. "No pregnancy is easy."

"Good," Tenzin said with a nod. "And I'll be by your side the whole time."

Pema's first few months were rather typical. Perhaps her instances of morning sickness were a bit frequent, but nothing too out of the ordinary. It wasn't until she reached her third trimester that she began to realize why Tenzin had felt the need to warn her, and her husband began to regret his promise that he would always be right by her side.

    It was in the morning that Pema received the first of what would be many occurrences from her airbending child. She and Tenzin were still in bed, with Tenzin beside her, hands rested on the growing bump of their baby to be.

    "Hm?" Pema rubbed her eyes as she was awoken by a stirring in her gut, which would be her only warning before the peaceful morning silence was broken by a-

    (FART)

    A massive, ripping fart tore through the seat of her robe with such force that it blew the blanket clean off of her husband's sleeping body and sent it fluttering across the room in addition to making the back her dress flap like a wind sock. If Tenzin wasn't awake already, then he certainly was now, and the new day greeted him with a pungent whiff of his pregnant wife's farts.

    "What on earth is that smell?" was the first thing Tenzin said, as the stench hit him like a freight train. The odor of Pema's gas was earthy and sickening, with a strong rotten vegetable smell. Though Tenzin was now wide awake, the stench had left him so stunned that it took him a few seconds to put together that Pema was the source of the stench. Once he spotted the crumpled-up blanket on the far side of the room, he began to understand what had occurred. Pema was awake as well, though not nearly as alert as her husband. She rubbed her eyes sluggishly as she sat up. Her other hand was rested against her full-term tummy, which gurgled violently against her touch. 

    "Hmm, did something break? And why is it so cold all of a sudden?" Pema's nose wrinkled rather cutely as she too caught a whiff of the smell that permeated the room. "Ugh, and what's that smell!" she said, pinching her nose shut and fanning the air in front of it. 

    Tenzin sighed. "I'm afraid it's...you, dear."

    ”What do you…oh no…I didn’t-“ Pema buried her face in her hands to hide the deep scarlet blush spreading across her face.

    ”It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Tenzin said. “It’s natural for such things to happen when carrying an airbender. In fact, it’s a sign that our child will grow up to be powerful and healthy.”

    ”Well, that’s a relief,” Pema said, peeking between her fingers to look at Tenzin’s reassuring face, though it was still conspicuously scrunched up and he was very clearly holding his breath.

    “Relief” was perhaps an unfortunate word to use, as Pema’s bowels quickly relieved themselves of the excess gas they were still storing just a few seconds after she spoke.

(FART)

A second powerful, airy fart erupted from Pema’s ass before she had a chance to stop it, rumbling and then hissing against the mattress beneath her. While some of the stench was absorbed into the fabric, enough of it seeped into the air and mingled with the lingering stink to make the smell in the room fully intolerable.

“I’m so sorry! I couldn’t control it.”

    ”That’s alright, dear,” Tenzin said, coughing and sputtering as he made his way towards the door. “Just…let me know if you need anything.”

    ”Alright…” Pema said, watching her husband slip out of the bedroom. She couldn’t exactly blame him though. She wasn’t finding her own stink to be very pleasant either, but the fact that it was her own brand made it a little more tolerable.

    Though, it was the shame more than the stench that really got to her. Pema was never the brash type, and she had never let out a fart in front of her husband before-at least, not one that he could hear. And now here she was, bloated, fecund and flatulent like a pregnant hippo-cow. She began to fear that Tenzin would never look at her the same way again. She couldn't dwell on that thought too much, however, as she had more immediate concerns. Namely the third fart that was currently bubbling up in her bowels, aching to get out.    

    (HUGE FART)

    An especially wet, ripe-smelling blast came rippling out of her backside with such force that it made the bed beneath her audibly creak. The humid surge of hot flatulence had an immediate effect on the already stink-saturated room. If the smell had been at an 8 before, this one boosted it up to a 10 all on it's own. And it raised the temperature in that putrid hotbox by a few degrees as well. For a moment Pema felt a flicker of hope, that perhaps that blast had exhausted the last of her body's pent-up gas, but unfortunately that was not the case. It wasn't even a minute before she could feel another butt-blast brewing. 

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    As much as the room in which she currently resided reeked, Tenzin felt terrible about abandoning his pregnant wife in her time of need. He didn't imagine Pema was enjoying stewing in her stink any more than he was. Besides, it wasn't like noxious fumes were outside of his ability to deal with. He was an airbender, after all, so it wasn't like it was helpless. It was his duty as her husband that he do everything within his power to help her. 

    So, he stood up, and made his way back towards the bedroom. He could hear the deep, rippling farts that erupted behind the door growing louder as he drew closer. 

    "Pema, I'm sorry, I-" Tenzin said as he opened the door, only to be smacked square in the face with a blast of stench so substantial it nearly knocked him clean off his feet. Spending just a few minutes in fresh, clean air was enough for Tenzin to take it for granted, and to push out of his mind just how bad the flatulent miasma that his wife produced had gotten. 

    "Oh Tenzin! It's fine, really!" Pema tried to assure him, as another putrid pregnancy fart exploded from her ass. It wasn't that she didn't want or even need help, she just couldn't stand to be seen by Tenzin in this state

    "Nonsense," Tenzin choked out. "It was wrong of me to abandon you in your *gack* time of distress when it's within my power to help you."

    Using his airbending, Tenzin scattered the stench throughout the room, and then swept it out the door with a single powerful gust. A just like that, the smell dissipated, and the air in Pema's room was breathable once again. At least, until another fart came rippling from her behind a few seconds later to pollute the room with her toxic toot. Luckily, Tenzin was still on standby, and was able to airbend away the stench before it had a chance to reach either of their noses. As he did with the one after that, and the one after that...

    Tenzin quickly came to realize that his wife's ass was truly unrelenting, noisily releasing plumes of stench with at most a minute between them. Tenzin may have been a seasoned airbender, but even he couldn't do this all day, and would eventually need to stop to eat or sleep.

    "I, ugh, I appreciate it, but it's fine, really!" Pema said, after ripping particularly noisy, nasty-sounding one. "A little bit of my own smell isn't the end of the world. It's not like it's something I'm not familiar with..."

    Although, that wasn't exactly true. In addition to being vastly more frequent, Pema's pregnancy farts were a good deal more potent than the ones she released under normal circumstances, whether that be due to hormones, the foods that her cravings had compelled her to eat, the fact that she was carrying an airbender, or some combination of the three. Tenzin had indeed provided her with some much-needed reprieve from the stench, but she also dreaded the thought of her husband being present to hear every last raunchy blast that her backside produced. Besides, it wasn't feasible for Tenzin to keep this up all the way until she gave birth, right?

    Well, as it turned out, it was a whole lot more feasible than Pema thought. What she originally just wrote off as just another gas cramp was in fact a contraction. A few hours later, Jinora was born. After that, it was as if a switch had been flipped. When Pema did fart, they were all reasonable in terms of power, duration, and smell...at least, for as long as it took for Pema to get pregnant again.