The smell of Helen fart was surrounding poor Pint Puncher. He had no choice but to take it. Although it was a 'weak' fart the smell was about to make him pass out, the only good thing happening to him right now was that Helen wasn't unloading more foul air from her backside, or at least that what she wanted him to think. Helen was now preparing a more powerful blast, that would probably knock out most living creatures. But would it be strong enough to knock out a superhero?
Finally, the smell of Helen's fumes was getting weaker, so was the Puncher, but this was no time for giving. The Pint Puncher prepared to finally stop his torment and turn the tables once and for all, but unfortunately, Helen was three steps ahead. She warned the Puncher by slowly rubbing her ass on him, and with quick smirk, she blasted one of the most powerful blasts the Pint Puncher had smelled. The force of the gas sent the boy through the building, and the smell was eleven times worse than what he sniffed previously.
Helen was confident the Pint Puncher would be out cold, or at least, too weak to offer any resistance. But what kind of battle would it be if she didn't have some fun with the hero? She ran through the new hole in the building in search for her soon-to-be butt slave, when she found him, Helen saw poor Pint Puncher...
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