Fart Face - Ch. 3 (September 2024)

This was the strangest bet Jenny had ever made, and that was saying something. Back in college there were bets to take off each other’s clothes, sit on each other’s faces, run around the dorm naked without getting caught. But like she already knew, fans were a weird bunch. Like a true feminist, she should know that women could be weird fans too. There was that one woman who stalked Keanu Reeves and broke into his house, waiting for him naked. She hoped Elaine wasn’t on that end of the spectrum of weird fan.

Jenny played dealer. “Since it’s just the two of us, I’ll do the small blind and you do the big blind. So, I bet one plate.”

“Two plates,” Elaine said, with a smile that seemed more devious than usual.

“One of us is going to get full really fast here…” Jenny said, watching Elaine move two plates towards the center.

Jenny dealt two cards for each of them. She peeked at hers and saw a queen of hearts and a 3 of diamonds. They each bet another plate, and then Jenny went forward drawing the Flop. The Flop produced a 5 of clubs, an ace of spades, and a 9 of spades. Not a very exciting turn of events but it was still early. She looked at Elaine to read her as she waited for her to do something; Elaine did this thing where she moved her lips a lot without opening them, this sort of pouting thing.

“Can I give you a few tips while we play?” Jenny said.

“Of course. That’s why I’m here.”

“Gotta stop doing that thing with your lips.”

            Elaine snickered. “Damn.”

            “You have to be conscious of EVERY little thing you do. You remember how back in the pandemic they reminded us not to touch our faces without washing our hands first and that’s exactly what we were doing?”

            “That’s so hard.”

            “I know. I’d dare say a good chunk of being good at poker is keeping a straight face. That’s really the heart of it. It’s a literal gunfight with cards. You have to know if you’re a good shot, what the odds are, and when you gotta back down before you lose it all.”

            Elaine nodded. After another moment of silence, she placed another empty plate closer too. “One plate.”

            “All right…”

            Jenny called her bet, and flipped over the next card – The Turn.

            7 of spades. Still nothing good for her.

            Elaine kept glancing between her two cards and the community cards, as if making sure. That told Jenny that she could have been double-checking the different poker hands in her head, like a three of a kind or a straight. The deck was still fairly new even if they did their best shuffling.

            Elaine still did that thing with her lips. Jenny wondered what they tasted like, what it would feel like to kiss her. She was a cute delicate flower sitting there thinking and Jenny wanted to dominate her.

            “You can check too, you know,” Jenny said, smirking. “Since you go first you have control of me.” She said it slyly, wondering how Elaine would react to that. Elaine glanced up at her with a certain embarrassed look in her eyes because of Jenny’s phrasing.

            “Control of…you?” Elaine asked, a little lost.

            Aw. Cute. She’s a little flustered.

            “Yes. I mean like you know, control of this round. Since you’re first, you can decide to not put anything at all but if you do, then I have to either call or fold.”

            “Yeah, yeah, I know.”

            “Just reminding you. I know a lot of people forget that they can check if they go first in the round, and if nobody else has placed a bet yet in the round.”

Elaine cleared her throat nervously. “Okay then.”

But she raised the bet to two plates. Jenny raised a brow. Did the Turn really work in her favor? Or was she bluffing? She was a rookie so she couldn’t hide her emotions so easily. What were the chances that she actually had a straight? But was she daring enough to bluff now?

            Jenny called the bet. The total number of plates on the line was now 9. She already felt her stomach bulge at the thought of eating 9 more plates of food, literally hanging heavy over her waistline.

            Final card – The River

            A queen of spades.

            Jenny’s only good hand was a pair of queens.

            Elaine could have had a pair of aces, which would beat her queens. Or she could have been eager to raise the bet because she also has a pair of 5s or 9s. A single pair is the highest probably of all hands in poker. After that, the probability goes down drastically. Being that there are more number cards than face cards, the probability of Elaine having another ace or queen was lower.

            Jenny eyed Elaine up and down quickly. Elaine’s breasts were quite noticeable in her white button-down shirt. She then did something that made Jenny’s pulse quicken. Elaine slowly undid her bun. Her hair flowed down on one side of her face. Jenny gulped and looked down at her cards again.

            Elaine raised another single plate. Jenny called. The grand total number of plates on the line was 11.

            “All right,” Jenny said. “Showdown.”

            They flipped their cards.

            Elaine took a moment to process and then said, “Darn.”

            “I win.”

            Elaine had a pair of 9s. Jenny beat her with her queens. She smirked and piled up all the plates. “Welp. Guess I won’t be hungry for a while.”

            “Are you going to eat all those plates now?”

            “Hell yeah I am.”

            Elaine blushed again. Jenny sensed that she liked a woman with initiative. Elaine mumbled something and Jenny had to pry it out of her. “Whaddya say?”

            “No, no…just…it’d be interested to see you eat it all.”

            “Well, you technically never did say how much had to be on each plate. I could just have eleven of those tiny cookies over there, one on each plate. But I won’t do that, heh. I’m still hungry enough to eat through everything here.”

            “I’ll get another plate with you.”

            They returned with plates filled to the brim with a potporrui of food. Jenny tended to have no theme whatsoever on her plate. Salad on one side, rice on the other, meatballs and spaghetti, a brownie. Elaine eyed it and said, “Something tells me you don’t like to differentiate between appetizer, main course, and dessert.”

            Jenny shrugged, stuffing her face with the meatballs. “Food is food. I’m that kind of person who sometimes orders pancakes for dinner.”

            After that second plate, Jenny was ready for more. She showed no signs of stopping and over time at the buffet she could tell that Elaine was getting…aroused by this? Elaine had fallen quieter and quieter the more Jenny ate. It wasn’t until plate number seven that she started to actually feel full.

Jenny had to take a pause. She sat back in her seat and patted her stomach. Then snickered when her shirt rolled up her belly a bit.

            Elaine blushed again. “Someone could be looking…”

            Jenny waved her concern away with a hand. “Whatever. Las Vegas ain’t what it used to be. Everyone used to dress nice and all that. Now it’s full of people looking like they go to Atlantic City. Sweatpants and ripped jeans and flipflops.” 

            She continued eating through an increasingly stuffed gut. She recalled the time she pigged out in her dorm years ago in college after getting high for the first time. That had been the most she had ever eaten ever. She was so full she couldn’t get up from her bed and her roommate made fun of her for being so high. If only she could smoke a blunt right here right now, but maybe Elaine would be turned off by that sort of thing anyway. Then again, Jenny didn’t get the impression that she was high-strung per se, more just shy.

            “Your plates are getting smaller,” Elaine said.

            Jenny had just taken a couple cookies, a brownie, and a small Jello for her ninth plate. Only two more plates to go, but it now felt like a wall to climb over.

            Elaine was blushing fiercely this time. She cleared her throat a couple times, played with her hair, bit her lips, and averted her gaze. She said timidly, “You practically had to waddle over there.”

            “Yup,” Jenny said, taking another breather after eating the cookies. The button on her jeans was now officially tight. Elaine had fallen quieter and quieter the more Jenny ate. Jenny no doubt started to think that Elaine was really into this, and she was mulling over where to take this once she finished eating.

            On her tenth plate, Jenny licked her fingers after eating a couple barbecued ribs. She felt her stomach tremble and knew gas was traveling up her esophagus. She relaxed and let rip a fantastic belch that roared over the white noise of the restaurant. It was one of those disgustingly deep belches that was bubbly and had gusto. One of those glorious belches that made her feel like she lost five pounds. Several people glanced at her, disgusted. She had absolutely no shame and sighed aloud.

            “Made some room,” she said, picking at her teeth.

            Elaine was now blushing so hard that she looked beet red. Her eyes were wide and she trembled a bit, fumbling with her utensils as she played with her food.

            “I think that made enough room for the last plate,” Jenny said.

            She got up one last time to fetch something. She scanned the buffet and thought long and hard on what her final dish would be. She waddled over to the seafood and figured she would end the buffet with some salmon and rice.

            By then, Jenny had unbuttoned her jeans, but she gave no fucks. She was not going to suffer the pain of overeating, and it wasn’t like she was taking off her clothes. An older woman glanced at her with a horrid expression after putting shrimp on her plate.

            When Jenny ate the last bite of salmon, Elaine looked breathless. She just said, “Wow…” staring at her wide-eyed.

            “Yup,” Jenny said proudly, still chewing. “Eleven plates. Down the hatch.”

            The waiter, funny enough, had not commented on this or given any looks. He was as stone-faced as ever as he cleaned up after her.

            “I take Venmo and CashApp,” Jenny said, lightly rubbing her belly.

            Elaine tapped open her phone right away and sent the money. Jenny liked that – she was true to her word and acted immediately.

            They chatted for some time at the empty table, as Jenny needed to digest before walking around again. In the back of her head, she wondered where this was going to go. Was this just a one-time thing? A weird bet at the Grand Casino? Or…

            “How much longer will you be here in Vegas?” Elaine asked.

            “Another two nights.”

            “Ah. I see. I unfortunately leave tomorrow.”

            “Shame.”

            Elaine toyed with the napkin, tearing at it, bit by bit. She went “Hmmm” and tapped her chin. She then murmured, “Well…what if…”

            “Huh?”

            “Ummm. No. Never mind.”

            Jenny wanted to pry it out of her. “What? Tell me.”

            “It’s just a shame, because I wanted to learn more.”

            “Ah. I see.”

            Jenny tightened her grip around her glass of water. She cleared her throat. “Well. What if…we continue these lessons over my room?”

            Elaine lightened up. “Really?”

            “Yeah. Why not? Get the most of your opportunity here to learn from the best. I’m in room 415. Come by in an hour.”