Jenny's Sneeze (Secret Santa for A440!)

[Mr. Black Cherry Berry Tea]

Hey! SO sorry this is at the very last minute (I mean I think it is probably midnight by now on the east coast) but... here's your secret santa gift @A440! I hope you like it. We talked about this scenario once before and I was hoping you'd be into it so... here it is! 

This is a story set in a super-sneezing universe where sneezing is a sex-linked trait, so most guys have unrealistically big sneezes. Aaaaaaaaand along comes Jennifer, who has very unusual sneezes for a girl in this universe. Hope you enjoy!

 

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“Oh… -sniff- g-geez… St-staahhh… Stacy… feels like today’s gonna be the day…” Jennifer said, fanning fiercely under her nose, and pressing one finger forcefully against her septum, hoping to dam back the insistent urge. But she’d just been so busy and she just hadn’t bothered to stick to her regular schedule of heading to the facility under the cover of darkness, when there would be few if any guys there to bother her.

Even just Jennifer’s slight control measures earned her a derisive snort from a boy who was coming up behind her. “Hey look, little Jenny’s gonna blow us away, huh!” The boy laughed. Jennifer felt her stomach go hot and irritation bubble up from her core. Sure, she was pretty small—“tiny but mighty” she always said—but comments like that did make Jenny want to turn loose of her tenuous control, let the small, insistent burn in her left nostril spread to consume her whole body in that desperate, intense need, let those surges of air fill her chest until finally she unleashed a windstorm the likes of which most of the boys in the senior class of East Vine University could only dream of—and Jenny and Stacy were only first-years. 

But she knew she couldn’t do that, if only for the near-certainty she’d cause damage and get kicked out of school for blowing down a wall or something. So she just glared at the guy and, still rubbing at her itchy nose, growled out, “Get b-behh… bent, loser.” He made a face back at her, but kept walking.

Stacy, for her part, just looked worried. “See, Jenny, I told you, drunk or not, you hit the facility every night, otherwise you end up needing to sneeze in the middle of the day, and you can’t hold it back and… cmon, do you really want to deal with all of those idiot guys right now?” 

Jenny had finally gotten her nose under some semblance of control, and she took her hands from her face as she spoke again. “N-nuhhh… no, I don’t want to deal with them, but… listen, I’m afraid I don’t have a choice. You know I never really got lessons on control—I just kinda figured it out on my own. My mom tried to get me into control classes with the boys but you know what it’s like back home. Nobody even wanted to believe that a girl could have sneezes like mine at all. The last thing they wanted was to legitimize it by putting me through the normal control and testing and blah blah blah God, I wish I’d just had a big fit and blown down the town square, then we’d see what they thought about my sneezes.”

“Yeah, I do know, remember? I might not be able to take down half a building when I sneeze but most girls aren’t exactly sneezing like me either.” Stacy replied.

“I kn-knuuhh… I know…” Jennifer said, rubbing at her nostrils again as the urge to sneeze danced around her nose. “I’m just grumpy. I don’t see why just cause I’m a girl it has to be a big deal for me to let out a good sneeze. I wish I could just march over the facility, tell em I needed a level ten room and quick before my nose takes over and I lose control and blow half the facility to rubble.”

“Half of campus, probably, if it was a bad fit.” Stacy added in.

“Right. But instead, I gotta h-hehhh… hem and haw and worry about how many guys are gonna be there and what they’re gonna say, not to mention worrying about if the attendant’s even gonna let me in, course god knows there’ll be hell to pay if he doesn’t but still…”

“Did you say a level ten room?” Stacy asked, remembering her friend’s earlier statement.

“Oh well I mean… I was exaggerating… I think.” Jenny said. Level ten was the strongest containment the university was rated for. There were guys who liked to take the level ten room, but it was mostly a not-so-subtle form of bragging. Jenny doubted if there was anybody on campus who needed past a level eight… although lately she’d wondered if she shouldn’t start trying out the level nine shielding… she’d heard some creaking and rumbling on her last couple visits that might have been the age of the facility—East Vine had installed their old sneeze-rooms decades ago, probably two generations back—or it might have just been the strength of her sneezes. She didn’t like to talk about it to anybody really, but Jennifer’s sneezes had been growing in force and volume ever since she’d arrived at college. She didn’t know if it was a new allergen or just another growth spurt but it had started the moment she stepped onto campus and hadn’t let up since. Maybe it was simply the sheer relief of being away from her hometown that made her want to blast out her sneezes as hard as she possibly could. Still, it wasn’t exactly going to be an easy thing walking up to the sneeze facility in front of a bunch of boys who imagined girls with sneezes like hers were a genetic anomaly at best, an urban legend at worst. Well, her upcoming release might well be ‘legendary,’ but she very much existed… and by tomorrow, half the school would probably know that…

“O-ooohh… c-cmon Stacy… I c-cahhhh… can’t hold back the sneeze m-muhhh… much longer. W-will you go with me to the sn-sneezer rooms… I a-actually might need hehhh…. h-hehhh… h-help holding b-bahhh… back…” Jenny said, feeling the urge to sneeze growing and intensifying again in her nose. She knew this was too dangerous to play with, especially as powerful as her sneezes had become recently. But it was a busy period between classes and she knew she was going to have to wade through a sea of sneezy guys all waiting to sneeze somewhere safely.

Jennifer and Stacy made their way across campus, Stacy intervening after one particular strong flare-up of the itch made Jenny’s eyelids droop, her mouth drop, the architecture of her nostrils working and flaring, as she sucked in a breath that fluttered the skirt Stacy was wearing and caused a couple trees to sway. Several curious eyes looked around but, expecting such sudden breezes to come from a male student on the verge of a superpowered sneeze, they chalked the sudden breeze up to an actual weather phenomenon, not the buildup to a nasal storm.

By the time they reached the sneezer rooms, Jenny was ready to blow. Each breath felt like it teased her nostrils as air sawed in and out. It wasn’t the worst tickle she’d ever experienced—at least there was no smoke, or violets, or dust around to really set her off—but honestly her nose had been itchy since yesterday, and she really should have sneezed it out a ways back. And now there was nothing to do but to line up with what seemed like half the guys at the University, waiting to let loose.

“Uhhhh… hey girl, no offense but… you sure you’re in the right spot?” The first guy asked, as soon as Stacy and Jennifer got in line.

Jennifer just rubbed her nose and rolled her eyes. “Uh, yeah, got a tickle in my nose, don’t wanna blow out a wall. This the spot for that?” 

The guy just looked at her quizzically for a moment, before responding, “Oh, cmon, listen, I hear that girls are getting it too now, but, you know, if you’re a little itchy just like, go out on the quad or whatever. You know, you might ruffle some hair or something, but nobody’ll mind.” 

Stacy rolled her eyes too, and added, “Trust me, you don’t want her doing that. There won’t be much of a quad left standing by the time she finished if she did.”

“Now, what does a tiny girl like that, kn-knuhh… -sniff!- know about a sn-sneeze like… well, like mine?” Asked another guy who’d just joined the line. And of course, it was Bill Washington, famously the loudest and strongest nose on campus. And clearly he really had to sneeze—a guy like Bill, with the kind of control he had, should barely ever be so much as sniffing, much less losing control over his breath, the need to sneeze distorting his words. 

The other guy near them nodded seriously. “Oh man, Bill, listen, not that I’m a lightweight in the sneeze department but I don’t know anything about a sneeze like this guy’s, I mean we’re talking real hurricanes. My dude could probably take out a wall if he’s not careful.”

“Yeah, and my girl could probably take out a building if she’s not careful so…”

“Well now,” Bill cut in, “listen, I know that there are women with above average sneezes, and, well… I’d be lying if I said I don’t find that very impressive. But… I don’t think there’s any girl in the world who really knows what it’s like to have that intense urge take over your whole body, that itch that feels like it’s all you can think about until boom, you just blow and it’s like… blasting out a tornado or something. What can I say, some things are guy things, you know?” 

Jennifer just rolled her eyes and fumed, too busy focusing on her nose to correct this overconfident dumbass—even if he did have really big sneezes, if the rumors were true. Almost as big as Jennifer’s own. But luckily, before he had a chance to say something else stupid, they found themselves at the front of the line. Thank goodness it was one of the attendants who worked at night, when Jennifer usually hit the sneeze rooms. So she at least wouldn’t get any dumb comments from him. “P-please… like a… a seven or an eight? Please? As s-s-suhhhh… as s-soon as you c-caahhhh… can…” Jennifer said. For a split second she was worried she really should have said “nine or a ten,” but… she didn’t want even more attention, and asking for a room that strong was sure to cause an outright commotion. Besides, she was pretty sure that a seven or eight strength room could handle even one of her bigger sneezes… and this was certainly shaping up to be one of her very, very big sneezes.

“I got a seven room ready now, just get on the platform and it’ll take you up.” The attendant said. Jennifer just pushed her finger even harder against her nose, and jumped on the platform as soon as it arrived. 

Before she even got into the room, the tickle in her nose spiked and almost at once she felt herself teetering on the verge of a truly massive sneeze. Her eyes were tearing up, her nostrils flaring wildly, her chest beginning to heave with drawn out, heavy breaths, sending a breeze through the facility… more than a breeze… more like a wind… she felt how her own hair was moving in the breeze, how powerful her gasps were and she suddenly realized… this was going to be an even bigger sneeze than she had expected.

It was too late for her to hold back… she was deep into her buildup now, gasping with abandon as she built up towards a truly monster sneeze. She just hoped and prayed the room’s shielding would be strong enough to handle it… 

She was nearly blind with the need to sneeze when she felt the platform attach to her room, and she walked in, one hand on the handrails, another massaging at her nose, as she did her best to hold on the last few critical seconds. “EEEEHHHHhhhhh…” she took in breath, low and heavy.

Dimly, she heard a computerized voice announcing “seal complete, room ready for operation.” But it hardly mattered at that point. She had so much more building up to do for her sneeze that it would take a moment before she unleashed… but beyond that, she couldn’t have delayed it for the world. “EEEEEEEHHHHHHhhhhh…” she hitched again, her nostrils working and flaring, her brows arching, her whole face creasing into a mask of pure, unadulterated sneezy need. “EEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…” her inhales were still low in pitch but rapidly increasing in volume, in desperation. She’d never really built up like this, never felt the need to take in so much air, to fuel a sneeze like none she’d ever unleashed before.

She took in one more deep, powerful breath, one more sneezy “HHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHH…” that rose in pitch a bit before…

“HHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

It was a sneeze with almost no voice in it, just storm, and power, and wetness and force. It left her like a volcano erupting, nearly lifting her small frame off the ground as she doubled over with a sneeze that would put Bill Washington to shame and then some. Ten Bill Washington’s couldn’t compete with a sneeze like the one tiny little Jennifer unleashed. The storm just seemed to go on and on, and vaguely she heard a familiar creaking noise and then… and then… a very unfamiliar… ripping? pulling? crashing? She wasn’t sure what it was, her eyes were shut tight as the gust of the sneeze went on and on and until at last her lungs were blessedly, blissfully empty…

And she opened her eyes to see clear blue sky. 

The shielding never stood a chance. She didn’t just blast through the wall of the sneeze room… she took out what seemed like half of that side of the facility, the wall flying so far away she couldn’t even see where it had landed. For a brief, terrifying moment, she felt the urge to sneeze again spike… but then it dissipated. Thank goodness—another sneeze like that, with no shielding? She’d be worried for half of campus. Dazed, overwhelmed, shocked at her own unimaginable power, she walked back to the platform, took it back down to where a crowd of people were waiting, wide-eyed, shocked. Even Bill Washington was there, jaw slack in shock.

Looking at the assembled crowd, mostly dumbfounded boys who couldn’t believe—and yet couldn’t deny—that such an earth-rending sneeze had blasted out of little Jennifer’s frame—she suddenly felt… self-possessed. She’d definitely get testing now, probably have to take a few weeks off of school for control exercises. She was lucky it was her first offense, and that this was off-the-charts big even for her. But she also knew… there was no hiding how enormously powerful her sneezes were now. No more guys claiming they couldn’t imagine a girl like her having sneezes that rivaled—exceeded—those of the guys who thought they were each the human big bad wolf. And she was strangely satisfied to own it. She’d known it forever but… in some way… it was pretty cool that everybody else knew it too.

She gave a sniff, and looked right at Bill. “Yeah, some girls know what it’s like.”

And she took Stacy’s hand and walked right back to her dorm.

Edited January 3, 2017 by Mr. Black Cherry Berry Tea

[GiantSneeze]

Wow...I hope their is a part 2. Would love to see what Stacy's sneeze is like if she is the unusual one and Jenny can do that.

[Kiaory]

This is really good! Super sneezing is an old premise, but until you've really done it justice. I also liked the idea of bringing gender stereotypes and discrimination into it, it made the story feel more real.

(I hope it's ok for me to post this here even though the  intended recipient hasn't posted yet)

[NoV]

What an excellent super-sneezing story! These are really difficult to do right because sometimes the exaggerated-ness eclipses the sexiness, but you have absolutely nailed it  I also love the idea of 'sneezer rooms' to contain the force of Jenny's fits  

[Sneezingnonstop]

This is an absolutely great idea!! It was such a pleasure to read word for word. Sneeze rooms is such a fantastic idea!! Nice work

[A440]

So I already gushed to you about this privately, but I'll say it here too...

W O W this is. Scorching hot; you have nailed almost all of my buttons with respect to this whole scenario, and you pull it off so well too. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised but wow. just. Those descriptions, damn. Thank you so much for writing this, and thank you for sharing this weirdass subkink with me ^^ I will definitely be reading this many times over, heh.