Awesome Man Collection

AWESOME MAN COLLECTION

Juniper giggled as she finished cramming the 20th extra large, double-bean burrito into Ophelia's unwilling mouth. Finishing the "meal" by grabbing a nearby 2-litre bottle of cola and shaking the hell out of it before shoving the open end into the poor girl's piehole and squeezing the contents into her. Barely givig her half a second to scream in protest she applied two layers of duct tape in an X shape over her mouth and gave her two big slaps on her already swollen, slowly rising stomach. "Have fun!" Juniper mused before skipping off with a devilish grin on her face while the soon-to-be balloon was left struggling as the gasses accumulated in her gut loudly and violently fast. Her hands and feet were tied to stakes in the ground, tightly at that. Tugging on them as her abdomen swelled at what seemed to be an even quicker rate as each second passed. Her jeans cut into her supple, stretched flesh before the button barely keeping them on shot off like a bullet as her stomach billowed out with a large "WOOMPH" as the zipper instantly went down. As her tummy swelled her whole abdomen took on a rounder, fuller shape slowly taking in her arms an legs. She was sweating waterfalls by now, grunting and groaning against her bondage as she tried her hardest to push out the "cork" placed by juniper in the most likely "gas release valve". She was a twisted parody of her old self now. A bloated, inflated parody. Before long the stakes in the ground popped out from the sheer resistance of her body going into a round shape, taking her arms and legs inward and upward with it. Large stretch marks began to appear all over her body and a cartoonish look of bulging eyes on her face. It looked as if she stopped growing, but the gas didn't stop producing. She was simply becoming too tight and full now, completely nude. In what felt like the final moments, juniper reappeared only to cackle and carefully reach out and yank the plug from what used to be ophelia's round, soft ass as she went flying forward from the sudden force of release. She rolled forward like a wild balloon rapidly deflating and zooming around until she stopped in a shapeless, weak and defeated lump of flesh.

"That was hilarious! Stay there, I'll go grab the helium tank!"
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Toph didn't understand why her breasts felt so tender when she woke up. Not only were they sore from the cloth she wore wrapped around her chest being so incredibly tight when she woke up, but they were also drenched in what she later discovered to be milk that leaked from her engorged, grape sized nipples that somehow developed overnight. Toph did her best to keep herself hidden from the rest of the gang that morning, finding sanctuary in an empty hotspring. Her whole face was a flushed crimson as she softly massaged and rubbed her swollen tits, gasping at the sudden rivers of milk flowing down her fingers. She waited a moment, feeling to make sure she was completely alone before nervously taking a nipple into her own mouth and cautiously sucking on it.. the milk was warm and sweet, perfectly complimenting the hot, steamy water she was in. As she suckled she massaged and milked her other, softly moaning into her breast at the sensation of relief that spread over her.

The relief soon subsided however as she could feel the milk being produced far too quickly. Though it leaked from both teats in a steady flow it wasn't fast enough to prevent the build up of delicious dairy in her growing breasts. Toph continued to whimper, squeezing and rubbing in a futile effort to relieve the blissful pressure as they swelled in her hands, quickly reaching mammoth proportions. Her nipples were _rock_ hard now, looking like two swollen chocolate colored kiwis. She panted as she leaked delicious fluids form more than just her breasts, absent mindedly grinding her hips in the water while her gargantuan milk juggs floated in the hot, steamy water. "T-.. T-This is.. too much.." Toph could barely keep her thoughts straight as she ballooned into the shape of a fertile goddess.

"...Toph? Toph, is that you!?" Toph wailed out in a horrified moan realizing she was spotted. "Toph.. what's going on..?" Suki asked softly as she made her way to the pool of water Toph practically floated in, climbing in and placing a hand on her expanded tit. "Nooo.." she whimpered in protest, her face somehow an even deeper red. "Don't..!" she managed to say before gasping, a pressured stream of hot milk jetting from her nipple. "But it looks so good.. I have to taste it."

Without warning Suki's mouth took in an engorged milk nozzle and suckled furiously, gulping down what felt like a torrent of warm, creamy sustinence while she furiously grabbed at and pulled on her other nipple. Toph couldn't control herself at all, grinding her pelvis against Suki's stomach and panting, tongue hanging freely. Though it wasn't in view; Toph's rear end was nowhere near small anymore. Instead it was as monumentally enormous as her glorious, motherly busom. Pillowy and plentiful, irresistably inviting to any hard shaft that dared to place itself between her ballooning cheeks. Despite feeling full, Suki kept swallowing while her new idol kept producing at a ridiculous speed. Her stomach even began to paunch out a bit from being filled with such ludicrous amounts of milk.

"Ohhh.. Suki.. keep going, my baby.."
Little did Suki or Toph know; Sokka was hiding behind some bushes, watching the action unfold while furiously 'polishing his club'. Suki barely noticed that her own hips were flaring out to match and eventually outgrow Toph's. Though her (although huge) breasts were nowhere near the mammoth size of Toph's delicious boulders, she made up for it with her rapidly expanding peachly ass. They both moaned in extacy as suki alternated between nipples but never losing the fevor in which she drained them. Toph's hands found her own private pleasure, one doing it's deed down south and the other finger her own mouth in a wild desire to fellate. He had done his best to sneak up without attracting attention and succeeded, because moments later he had impaled himself between Suki's lucious, mountains globes of ass-flesh. All three of them were lost in a haze of primal instincts and hot, growing softness. A flood of milk and love fluids mixing in the water as Sokka pounded with all of his might.

Zuko couldn't help but arch an eyebrow as he took in the sight in front of him. Having come to tell Katara what he had just saw at the hot spring, he was a little more than surprised to find Katara writing on the ground with a gargantuan bloated stomach. "Zuko.. help me!" she cried out, tears running down her cheeks alongside the torrents of sweat as she clutched her balloon of a stomach. "But how!?" she could only let out a growl of rage as he tried to roll over but her blimp of a tummy prevent any other position than flat on her back. "HHHNNNUUNGGHH!" she roared as her eyes rolled back and a horrible, thunder roar erupted from her anus that rivaled any sort of air blast Aang could muster on his best day. the cloth that covered her crotch and ass she she laid on her back flapped wildly as Zuko looked on in horror. That image and sound would never leave his mind, forever ruining any sort of romance he could ever have with Katara.

"I don't know what happened to you two, but this is awesome!" he said, but neither of them really heard or cared. All they wanted right now was to be fucked. Suki's expression, in any other context would be hilarious; an idiotic dazed look in her eyes, milk and saliva drooling from her soft, puffy lips. Thrusting her massive hips into Sokka with each shove forward all the while grabbing handfulls of Toph's blubbery hips and mindlessly suckling her milk fountains, filling her own belly more and more. Toph however felt absolutely helpless. Left only with her hand to satisfy herself and slowly losing the ability to reach as her enormous breasts kept swelling, as well as a pillowy paunch. Grinding herself against the hot, soft stone she sat on, whimpering and moaning out in a pleasured stupor. Sokka did his best to ram himself into Suki's painfully tight womanhood, finding it easy with the obscene amounts of natural lubricant and his own pre-fluids.

Realizing how selfish his new bloated bimbo was, Sokka pulled himself out, guiding her to st next to Toph as he moved in, wrapping his arms around the young earthbender's legs and heaving her onto the ground. Without waiting a moment, he hastily lifted her billowing stomach, causing her mammoth breasts to flop to each side, dripping milk onto the ground. Once again ramming himself into a warm, tight lovetunnel. "Ohhh, So.. Sok.. Sokka..yesss" she moaned out in pure euphoric bliss. Suki had nothing else to do but mindlessly take care of herself, frnatically sucking her own bloated nipple while the two fucked next to her. It wasn't long before Sokka pulled himself from Toph but this time shoving them both down on their backs in one swift heavem propping himself directly above their heads, they immediately took to licking, kissing and loving on his throbbing cock.

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Tifa laid on her side, sweating buckets as her hand tenderly rubbed her swollen, gassy tummy. Exhaling in deep, long groans while her gut gurgled angrily at her, probably for all the horrible choices of food she chose that night. Whincing as a little bit of the pressure noisily relieved itself with a gust of warm, stinky air through her clean white panties. Whimpering as the gas build up only intensified after that, making her gut swell even furthur against her hand with causing louder, longer farts.

Harley waited impatiently. Biting her bottom lip as she groaned and struggled to keep the building gas inside of her. She laid on her back, tushie propped up with her legs pulled up to make it look even rounder and more appealing. The gurgling and bubbling in her stomach giving way to more frequent throaty moans as the sweat running down her face was enough to mess up her make up. Her stomach bulged dangerously as the moment she waited for finally arrived. Batman peeked into the small window she had her ass directed to to investigate the odd noises. In that quick moment Harley let every bit of intensely built up gas go in one loud, long, explosive rasberry sounding symphony.

"Ain't I a stinkah?"

"What's wrong with my tiths?" clutching her painfully swollen breasts through her damp mustard colored uniform. She could feel them pulsating almost as she nervously lifted her shirt and inspected her new, swollen beauties. Milk leaked from the rock hard nubs as she took in a sharp breath through the space between her teeth. The sensations were overwhelming and she couldn't understand how her Mighty Bss at best were suddenly Mighty Ds and growing.

Another thunderous fart made fifi's tail twitch. "oh non, zis is no good!" she grunted out as a long, squeaking wind escaped her furry ass. "ze piggy vould never 'et me live zis down!" crying as she felt another huge one coming but this time it continued to build, causing large groans of protest from her slowly inflating stomach and swelling pelvis. Fifi fell to her knees, grunting loudly as she tried her hardest to expel the gas in a series of cute sounding rippers, each signaled by a twitch of the tail.

An echoing toot hit the air waves as she tried to adjust herself. The soft foam from the mic brushing against her trumpeting hole while another string of bubbling poppers hit the ears of every single one of her listeners. "You heard it here folks! We have here; Superman! Sharing his thoughts to you, the people!" Livewire cackled before clutching her slightly bulging stomach, squeezing out a long, almost whistling fart from her exposed, tight flesh horn.
She let out a soft moan as the gas began to build up again in her tummy. Rubbing her stomach and doing her best to hold it all in as her stomach swelled at an alarming rate. Her forehead pushed against the smooth, cold desk as drops of sweat dripped onto it. Her stretched, bloated gut pushed against the desk now as well. Reaching back with both hands she grabbed a handfull of plush, firm asscheek in each and spread 'em as much as she could. The resulting explosive expelling of air was something Metropolis wouldn't forget anytime soon. It practically echoed over a silent city as everyone listened in a mix of horror and intrigue to their radio. "Choke on that, superman!"
The awesome guitar riffs of Barracuda acted as a personal background music as Jameson tried his best to thrust in rhythm to it. They both growled angrily, though not exactly at each other. Every person by a radio could hear their hateful lust taken out on each other. Once again Livewire's own natural gasses built up as JJJ's "headliner" acted as a cork to prevent any from escaping in anything more than small squeaks and whistles. He slapped the side of her plush ass with the same hand he held his cigar in; "Come on, listeners, donate already! We need money! money to stop spiderman!" She could only grunt out unintelligible groans as she stomach filled painfully tight, nearly the size of a beachball by now. Clenching her teeth until she was forced to let out a mighty belch, afterwards biting her bottom lip as she sweat bullets.
"Hhnngngrh!" Jameson roared out, finally pulling out and throwing his own webbing all over her reddened, sore ass as she let out her most grand flatulent symphony in a two minute long turmpeting glory that long outlasted the finish of one of Heart's greatest songs.

Marina's belt strained against her bloating gut. The sword of faith was powerless against the forces of her Triple-Bean XL burrito lunch. Moments after the flimsy leather of her cheaply made belt snapped her stomach double in size, pushing up and spreading her almost too perfectly designed breasts. She whined, hearing the voice of a dog in the corner; "Try and blame THIS one on me!" it joked, often the victim of misplaced gas blame. The traces of pixie dust on her dress making her float slightly, giving the appearance of a helpless balloon. With one mighty grunt she thrust out her perfectly shaped ass as the mighty wind expelled from her anus made her drift forward lazily. Her farts smelled of the sea.

Rouge's gas distended belly wasn't held back by anything at all. This allowed the natural gasses building inside of her to expand and stretch her stomach without any resistance what so ever. Her whole body was covered in delicious, salty, glistening sweat that made the light, silky fabric cling to her skin. Groaning in long, pained wails as her stomach continued to blimp up. After a sudden, alarming shriek she fell onto her back, her plump, bouncy breasts fell out of her flimsy top, exposing her erect, dark nipples.
The following explosion of methane from her tight, tasty ass smelled of exotic spices that conjured the beauty of exotic lands. Both loud and strong, she sounded like a balloon that rapidly had the air let out of it.

Azula teeth grinded noisily as she clutched her stomach. Her form-fitting clothing proving to be a painful prison of her bloated mid-section. The middle of the royal palace was a horrible place to have such bad gas; what with all the decorational fires and torches lining the walkways and walls. Pushing against her pelvis, bending forward as a pained moan escaped her full, crimson lips. Her belt cut painfully into her ballooning tummy, restraining anymore growth. However, moments later she bent even furthur, her ass sticking out as it let loose an orchestra of trumpets and roars from her back-burner. She went cross-eyed as the gas made it's noisy escape, sighing euphorically before falling into a crumpled heap on the floor, her royal farts echoing through the palace.

"Toph?! Toph! What're you doing!?" Sokka yelled in a confused panic. Moments before he was quietly eating a handfull of berries he had just picked but now he suddenly found himself bound to the ground by freshly formed stone plates at his wrists, ankles and one large one keeping his midsection pinned down.
He could see her standing at his feet with a devilish grin on her face. "Twinkletoes and moody are off training, Sugarqueen and the others are off doing something I don't care about. Sokka, You and I are gonna get to know each other a LOT better! ..Whether you want it or not."
Sokka gulped. He had a bad feeling he knew what she meant.. but did he really NOT want it? He figured he'd play along for now if only because he was already trapped by the rocks.
He inward thoughts and plans suddenly cut off by a pair of young hands yanking down his pants.
"H-hey! Stop that!"

>Why is it called an oblique?
Cable cooed softly as Wade's crater-textured fingers massaged the artificial coconut scented lotion into his toned back. Neither really had any idea what lead up to this point but neither of them cared enough to question or stop it.
>Well, I'd question it but I'm not writing.
Shifting his hips and letting out a soft grunt trying to ease the pain of half a stock pushing into the hard packed sand through his bikini bottoms and blanket being the only cushioning.
>Ewwwwwwww. Save me, little yellow boxes!
"You like that, babycakes?"
>Babycakes?
"Yeah, Keep goin' Wade.. you're doin' great." he growled back with a softened look of pleasured on his grizzled, aged face. "At this rate we may have to go back to the hotel room and finish this massage in private.."
>What.
His horribly scarred hands found themselves spreading the lotion lower and lower until finally he was working the sun-protection into the other man's tight ass, making it glisten in the warm summer sun with a bronze sheen.

Elizabeth's tears soaked the small strip of cloth blindfolding her as she remained bound on her knees with her plump, spandex covered ass in the air. Somehow robbed of her telekenetic powers by an unknown captor was she was left with her own natural strength to struggle against the painfully tight ropes constraining her. Whimpering as a long series of loud, high pressure toots sounded from her perfect anus. "Let me GO! This is sick!" she cried out, though no one cared to hear her plea. Her stomach gurgled mockingly as if to tell her she was doomed to her gassy fate. Her soft bottom lip clutched between her teeth while this time, instead of a stream of poppers, she expelled one huge, loud, painful explosion of air in a ten second long glorious melody of methane. "Help.." she started to say before interrupted by her own grunts and yells as she continued to rip and honk in absurd lengths and volumes. "MEEEEEEEE!" Psylocke screamed out as the gasses built too quickly and intensely, causing her stomach to bloat out rapidly before forcefully exiting her body in various belches and farts.

"Ooohhhh maybe Xander was right about that tw week old ten bean salad in the friiiidge!"
Toot cried to herself, clutching her already obscenely blubbery that was even furthur distended by the cartoonish amount of gas.
Little trumpets flapping out of her cheeks, straining to push even more of the horrendous air out of her bowels. Her stomach continued to expand outward in just about every direction, seperating her huge, heavy, hanging breasts to either side as the methane in her gut built too fast for it to expel smoothly. She tried to bend over to help her squeaze out more, but it didn't help to produce anything other than squeaky little toots. "Oh.. oh.. AAHH!" she flailed her arms as she fell forward from the lack of balance her beachball size gut gave her, the sudden weight pushed on her tummy from the rest of her blubbery frame being just what it needed. It all came gushing out in a glorious, explosive stream of every kind of farting noise one could imagine, built of a collection compiled of almost a hundred years of flatus jokes from every cartoon ever made. Her huge, flabby ass jiggling and slapping as she torrent of hot air rushed from her body, the intense feeling causing her to go cross-eyed and groan uncontrolably.
Toot panted heavily as one last little honk escaped her butt. "Woo, glad that's over!" she said with a relieved smile. Her stomach decided it wasn't however as she gurgled angrily at her. Her gut looked like the big glob left behind a deflated balloon after being stretched beyond it's limit, but now it slowly started to gain it's girth back as once again the ten bean salad would have it's revenge for being removed from it's tupperware sanctuary. "Nooo!" she cried as she managed to roll onto her back before her gut became too large, but quickly continued it's expansion until the rest of her abdomen started to follow suit. Rounding out more and more as the gasses nosily filled her up, some unknown blockage preventing her from expelling any of it. "Somebody heeeEEELLLP!" screaming in vain as the speed at which she filled increased. She went from an overfilled, voluptuous gal into an overblown blimp in very little time, becoming rounder and rounder as the seconds passed. After enough grunting and whimpering toot finally started to let out loud, violent belches and farts, but it wasn't enough to let it out quick enough to stop her from expanding. What at first were cries and wails of pain and panic faded into a loud concert of bodily music, with an especially long solo from fleshy trumpet.
She let out one massive, final yell before her eyes rolled back, a dumb, intensely relieved look taking over her face as her tongue hang out the side of her plush, soft black lips.

It all came out in a triumphant explosion of methane, sending her rolling speedily across the house like a crazy, wild balloon having the tightly packed air in it quickly let out. An orchestra of her pleasured groans alongside the ripping of her slapping, huge ass cheeks filled the area as she finally came rolling to a stop in a huge, grey fleshy pile.

"Wow.. that was.. something.. oh hey, do I smell someone cooking?"

The room smelled heavily of Panda's noxious fumes. On her knees, hunched forward and cluthcing her bloated gut while her mascara ran down her soft, teenage cheeks along the rivers of tears. Between the loud grunts and cursing she wondered if her father could somehow see her now. What would he think, Panda thought as her supple teenage asscheeks shook from the thunderous roars that escaped her backside. Panting heavily as he tongue hang loosely at the side of her deliciously plump, black lipstick shelled lips, her whole body tensing and letting out a squeakish whimper with each toot and string of loud, musky farts that made it progressively harder to breathe in the room without gagging. But there she was in the center of it, helpless and bloated with nothing to do but sit there squirming and crying while her ass acted as the stinkiest, most obnoxious bagpipe anyone could imagine. Slumping forward as her mammoth breasts smooshed between her and the floor, her panty-clad ass in the air for all who would care to see it. She was less of a killer and more of a party favor now.

"Whoa, am I imagining this?" Pepper mumbled to herself as she cupped the suddenly strained purple fabric that held back her slowly expanding bust. A dopey grin on her face as she stared in the mirror, her nipples tenting her shirt as they obscenely poked through her fingers.
>Shouldn't you get help? This is pretty weird.
"What do you know?"
>Hrmph.
Her cheeks were flushed pink, admiring the swollen fleshy balloons that were replacing her formlerly unspectacular breasts. They were definately heavy. They hung with a deliciously hefty weight to them as she leaned forward to stare at the canyon of flesh down her sweater, loving what she saw. She bit her bottom lip, nervously and slowly removing her top in such a way not to ruin the suspense of the moment. It was a marvelous sight; swollen, huge tits that had a slightly red, sore hue to them from such sudden growth. Her nipples looked like throbbingly hard, pink gumballs that begged to be sampled. With no choice but to keep hunched forward from their weight, she let out a soft moan as she held them in her arms. Without that support they'd be clear to her waist easily.

"I gotta show Milo.."

She barely noticed that her breasts were starting to spill over her arms like so much pale, slightly freckled rising dough. Beads of sweat started to speckle her forehead as her breathing started to become just a slight bit labored, a sudden wave of overwhelming warmth forcing her to stumble back and plop down on a nearby armchair with arms and legs spread. "Oohhnn.. ooh.. what's.. hnnn.." mumbling incoherantly, gazing through her fogged glasses at her still swelling tits that made her sit up, hunching still as they almost completely filled her lap at this point. Rock hard nipples pushing into the top portion of her thighs, shivering at the soft, fuzzy material rubbing against them. She panted as her hands wandered her growing breasts, the heat in her whole body making her want to explode from the sheer intensity.

Almost against her will; her right hand slipped under her mammoth breast, enveloped in a warm dampness from the heat and sweat as she traveled furthur south slipping under the waist band of her skirt and stockings, her fore and middle finger finding and pressing on a hot, moist pad of cotton that covered her girlhood. Throwing her head back with mouth agape, her heavy breathing steadily growing louder until they evolved into mindless moans. Pepper's other arm swooped under her gargantuan left tit, grabbing at her own throbbing teat and heaving it up to her mouth, barely able to acomplish this simple task from the absurd size and weight of her ballooning fleshy orbs. Her fingers pushed and rubbed firmly while her lips took in a nipple, her tongue swirling around it like a delicious lollipop she couldn't resist sucking on.
Pepper Ann's entire body shook and ached with a longing to be touched. She could feel the intense desires eminating from every bit of her. She needed to be fucked. Craving to be filled from every opening but all she could do was sit there helplessly pinned under her own fleshy anchors. Hips grinding in place, shoving her ass into the chair as hard as she could although it wasn't nearly enough to satisfy. Her fingers soon found themselves under her panties, the simple pressing and rubbing turned into exploring and massaging of the soft, velvety walls of herself. The tip of her finger circling the tiny, pink nub of her girlhood while the other fingers hungrily dove in and searched for ways to ease her pains.
Upstairs however was yielding just as much intense stimulation as her plumped lips slobbered over her nipple. Gasping and panting between the muffled moans while her hand rhythmically squeezed and released her swollen breastflesh.
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A krpytonian's body is much stronger than a human's. Though it works the same it takes much more to damage or alter it than it would a normal person. Namely, the amount of gas needed to bloat Power Girl's stomach was monumentally more than it took a normal woman's. Large drops of sweat ran down her entire body while said gasses built in her bubbling, protesting gut. She felt immobile, nearly paralyzed from the intense pressure building in her midsection that stretched out her already ridiculously tight costume to new strains, pulling open the window in her chest to give a clear view of the mammoth breasts that now slumped lazily on her inflated tummy, her nipples rock hard from her increasing tension. "Ungh.. UNGH! ..Too.. TOO MUCH!" she grunted, her face red and scrunched while she struggled to expel any of the offending built up gas. She managed to roll onto her side, plump, spandex covered ass now in full view as she let out a loud, grunting scream. Her stomach stretched to a dangerous girth, her own body creaking and groaning in protest moments before it was all let out in an earth shattering explosive fart heard for miles upon miles. Her tight, muscled asscheeks quivering as she forced it all out as hard and loudly as she could, her eyes rolling back from the immense sensation of relief.

They say it'll take years to repair that half of Metropolis.

"Hnnggg.." Densuke's breathing was shakey and shallow as he struggled to get free. Pinned under Kirika's lucious hips pushed against his chest as her thick, full cheeks brushed against his chin. "S-stop.. Please, let me g-go.." he pleaded to deaf ears, her only response was a devlish grin while he could actually see her clenching to keep the dangerous gasses inside of her slowly bloating gut. Though he was throbbing hard and Kirika's soft touch stroked the pitched tent he didn't want to be in this position at all; he knew what was coming and it terrified him. Between her deep, sensuous groans she giggled darkly. Her mammoth breasts slowly being pushed apart by the fleshy globular dome inflaing beneath and between them.
"It's comin', Densuke!" she yelled out gleefully, the mounting pressure becoming harder and harder to hold back. Her tight asshole quivered in resistance as tears ran down his cheek, positioning herself furthur back to plant his poor face between her deliciously plump ass. "NNnnnoooo!" he let out one last whine as she let loose a horrendous orchestra; lengthy warm gusts of hot air belting against his face between her spasming cheeks as she moaned in blissful release. He wept quietly, accepting his torment from such a beautiful butt.

The mammoth blob of fat that used to be the slim, sexy Jessie waddled helplessly forward, confused at the sudden change of her figure.
Toppling forward in a quake of quivering soft flesh and ripping fabric, her gargantuan tits flopping from their constraints and bouncing wildly between her chin and the floor. She groaned as a new sensation overtaking her; a tight cramping in her gut. Without much other warning her blubbery ass let out a mighty gassy cry. The deep, thundering roar making her mountainous asscheeks jiggle uncontrollably as tears of shame rolled down her red hot cheeks.

The victory was a sweet one; Flawless without taking a single hit and over almost as quick as it began. Chun-Li's giggles were cut-off by a sudden warm cramp in her gut, ending her celebration. Both hands clutched her stomach as it suddenly started to swell and stretch out her already tight and form-fitting dress. It all happened rapidly and without warning; her already thunderous thighs billowing out and becoming soft and blubbery forcing the stockings covering her legs to stretch and rip in long lines, causing deliciously milky flubs of flesh to squish out. She almost lost her balance from the sudden change in center of gravity. "What is this!?" she cried as Chun-Li's hands left her growing paunch and found two globular spheres of flesh that she was mortified to realize was her expanding ass. The fabric covering it strained tighter and tigher until her ample, massive cheeks wobbled free in an explosive rip through the stockings. Her fat, swelling rear slowly swallowing the blue cloth that barely covered them before between the evergrowing canyon of flesh.
She suddenly found herself struggling to maintain her balance even more now as she tried to spread her legs slightly while waving her arms. A fruitless effort she soon found out as she plopped loudly onto the ground with a tremendous 'THUD', her gelantous hips quaking heavily after her pillowy tush slammed into the pavement. She gasped as she looked down, her stomach looked like rising blue dough around the white cloth that acted as belt. Her tummy swelled quickly, less of the white cloth visible until it finally snapped under the immense pressure as her blimping, pink stomach could finally be seen under the increasingly tight clothing. It was almost hard to breathe with how strained her top was, packed to its limits with rising flesh. Her breasts like two overinflating waterballoons that were forced into a much-too-small fabric prison begging to be relased. She looked like a beautiful mountain of soft, cushiony goodness that only kept growing and growing as each second passed. With a mighty rip her gargantuan boobs were finally free; springing out and bouncing cutely until finally resting on top of her still-expanding belly.

For once it was Maddie that caught a ghost coming through the Ghost Portal, having been lucky enough to have been wearing the Fenton-Ghost-Seeing-Goggles at the exact moment the portal spat forth a gooey, wet apparition in the shape of a man dripping with an unknown purple liquid.
"Shhome alive chicksh thinksh she can shtop meeee?" it slurred, ending the question with a loud snort and hiccup. It wildly weaved through the air somehow evading the loud green blasts from some ghost destroying Fenton contraption that looked like some sort of machine gun from a cheesy sci-fi movie. "I won't let some evil ghost into MY home!" she roared with a crazed grin on her face, desperate to waste the invading dead man.

"Ehhh maybe not in yer housh.. how bout yew?" it snorted again before suddenly divebombing and disappearing into Maddie's stomach and completely vanishing from sight. There was nothing she could do but stand there silently, blinking and looking around confused, somehow unaware the spectre had dived inside of her.
"..Ehhh?" hoping for any kind of response, human or ghost before letting out a deep sigh and sliding the goggles from her head and dropping her ghost-busting gun in defeat, glad that Jack wasn't there to see that embarassing display.
Moments later as she went to return upstairs to ready herself for bed she was suddenly halted after somehow tripping over her own two feet, but managing to catch herself before completely falling. Smacking her lips a few times, swearing she could taste the sweet tinge of an expensive wine in her mouth. Her arms waved slightly as she held them completely out, struggling to regain her composure, giggling at her own predicament. "Oh that floor, always changing around on.. me.. hic.."

Somehow stumbling her way to a counter with rows of clean, empty beakers, microscopes and other such things you'd find in any well stocked laboratory. Maddie's cheeks were a flush pink now, her eyes at a half closed daze one could compare to a lusty bedroom gaze. "Oohhhh, wow, didn't know this was here.. hiiiiii table! hehehic.." waving a hand before falling into a snorting gigglefit and falling back on her spandex contained lucious rump. She laughed again, this time at some inward joke only she would find funny at the moment, having to do with ghosts moving her furniture around to screw with her, but thinking of the word "screw" only sent her into harder giggling, barely able to calm herself.

"Jeez, why did it get sho hot alluva shudden.." she mused as she managed to bring herself up to lean on the table once again, a not-so-steady hand fumbling with the zipper at the neck of her suit and bringing it down to her navel in one quick swoop. In that quick glorious motion her sweet fleshy globes wobbled free of their stretchy constraint, finding rest on the cold, smooth table as they glistened faintly with sweat. "Muuuush better.." she sighed, her whole nose and cheeks a firm crimson.
"Hu..?" looking down, confused at her own huge breasts. "and just when didju two get outta there?" she cooed, cupping them from the side in her dainty, gloved hands. Pushing them together causing them to smoosh up with the appearance of pale, rising dough. Her hips swayed softly from side to side for no real reason, perhaps from the lack of steady balance. From either end she was a beauty to behold, from behind a tantalizing, full ass waving teasingly. From the front, a tipsy mother with a lusciously massive set of tits. "Ohhhh, I shure hope jack ishnt waaatching~" Maddie called out, a little louder in an obvious attempt to lure her husband into some dizzy fun on the lab table, one of her favorite activities before the kids were around. After a few moments of silent she let out a disappointed hmph with a bit of a pout.

A smooth, longer beaker suddenly caught her eye as she let out a lusty giggle, her bottom lip pinched softly between her teeth. Reaching forward and taking it into her hand, looking around dizzily to see if anyone was watching, though in her attempt to scan the area she suddenly found herself falling onto her back with a loud 'whud'. Maddie's breasts bounced wildly, knocking against each other with a delicious slap before finding rest hanging at either side. The cool air combined with her mindset had her light pink nipples standing at completely full attention, almost throbbing with how badly she ached for Jack's, no, anyone's touch. "Ohhhohoho.. we're in fer shuch a good time, lil'.. hehe.. hic.. guy..!" talking to the beaker as she brushed it softly against her lips, coating the tip with a coat of warm saliva as it rubbed against her tongue.

What ensued could be considered the very definition of "sloppy blowjob". She wasn't very coordinated at all, drunkenly running her tongue along it's cold glass length, occasionally suckling it's tip with a few cute clinks against her teeth that only furthur proved her lack of sober thinking. After a few moments she sat up, the beaker now nestled snugly between her heavy, hanging motherly juggs. Letting out an adorable tiny burp she rolled over onto her hands and knees, the glass tube slipping from it's warm cushions and falling to the floor, rolling off to the side. Maddie started to climb to her feet, but again the warm dizziness caused her to slip forward onto her stomach again, her breasts squished into her chin. "Shhhtupid.. floor..!"

Slowly pushing herself up to rest on her knees, swaying dizzily with the same drunken, dopey grin on her face still. She tried her best to grab onto a nearby control panel to pull herself to her feet, not realizing she had opened the release on the ghost portal as the huge green vortex swooshed into activity. Of course she barely cared, entranced more than anything. Deep belly laughs bellowed from her, sloppily wiping a line of drool from the side of her mouth as she slowly started to make her way torwards the 'big pretty green thing'. Little did she know an angry ghost lingered close to the portal, ready to strike back at humans once more for her untimely banishment to the ghost realm. Maddie gave another soundly slurp, trying to stop the pesky drooling; "I wish thish.. drooling would shtop.." musing aloud, dragging a gloved hand along her lips.

"So you wish it" a mysterious voice said, the shock once again causing Maddie to fall back onto her shapely rump.
"So shall it be!"

A warmth rushed over Mrs. Fenton and suddenly, as she wished, her drooling creased. The voice made it's origin known seconds later as the curvy apparition come floating through the portal, a malicious grin on her sultry lips as she gazed at the obviously drunk ghost hunter. "Whhoooaa.." Maddie gasped out, staring at the ghost's huge rack. She looked down at her own lovely breasts, taking them into her hands once again and lightly rubbing her aereola. They seemed small in comparison. "Who are yew?" she asked, perking an eyebrow, completely unphased at the obvious ghostly attributes.

"I am Desiree.. and I am here to make your deepest desires come to life!" Thrusting her arms out in a grand pose, her own gargantuan breasts bouncing wildly and taunting the poor milf on the ground. "Wellshen.." Maddie replied, giggling; "I wish my titsh were as great as yours!" finishing as her giggles turned to full blown laughing, rolling slightly in her drunken haze.
"So you wish it" Desiree said in a sultry growl, her hands swishing whimsically in the air. "So it shall be!"

Once again maddie was flushed in a green warmth while her already sizely breasts pushed her jumpsuit apart even furthur. Her head drooped to better see what this odd tingling was, a long gasping moan leaving her lips in a cooing curiousity. Her aereola slowly spreading and growing to the size of tea-saucers as her tits swelled like pale, fleshy water-balloons. Though her breasts were growing to equal Desiree's, they weren't in proportion, instead the same massive sized breasts that hung from her large ghostly frame. Laying firmly in Maddie's lap, they looked absurdly huge on her. Luckily for her, the warm drunken daze left her feeling amused and almost aroused at her now gargantuan juggs. "Oohhhohoho.. you really are amashing.. thish ish greeeat.." speaking softly, softly biting her bottom lip as she ran her hands along the sides of her engorged breasts. The green beauty growled lightly, expecting a more amusing, if not horrified reaction from the ghost hunter. "Well, Thank you.. but you haven't seen anything yet.. What else do you have in mind?" Desiree asked, hiding her contempt.

"Well.. hic.." Maddie giggled, sliding the jumpsuit off of her arms exposing her entirely from the waist up, though her massive tits covered most, if not all of her abdomen already. "I wish..hehe..hic.. I would get shome akshun already!" saying as she grinded her hips against the air, drunkenly conveying her point with the appropriate 'unf' noises. A now visible damp spot made itself seen in that certain area of her suit, leaving no mystery of it's origins. "I justsh need.. shome kinda relief!" huffing before turning a dizzy, lustful gaze to the sexy ghost. "an I wish.. yew would fixsh it!"

Desiree stared at her incredulously, taken aback by such a suddenly horny wish. Her expression melted into a seductive, bed-room eyes look of warmth. "So you wish it.."
"So shall it be!" her voice boomed throughout the lab as she was enveloped in a thick cloud of green gas but it quickly dissipated as Desiree reappeared. Suddenly human size, with long luscious, smooth legs. However the most surprising change was the throbbing green cock that stood between them fully erect. Maddie gasped excitedly, her eyes widening as she stared, amazed. Desiree looked down, a mischevious smirk on her soft, plump lips. "So, human.. What do you desire now? This, perhaps?" Swaying her hips in a slow circular motion, shivering as the cool air hit her thick member, almost looking forward to what was to come.

In a flash the rest of Maddie's jumpsuit was gone and moments later Desiree was on her knees, between Maddie's with her rockhard cock grinding against the ghost hunter's glistening womanhood, it's lips begging to devour it's length. Their hips moved in rhythm, though no actual penetration was happening the grinding alone was almost enough to get both of them off. Their breasts smothered into each other, nipples painfully erect and pushing into one another's globes of fleshy goodness. Their sweaty bodies giving off a warmth and passion for thick you could almost taste it as they roughly pushed into one another's bodies, breasts threatening to seperate them but quelled by being smooshed into delicious mounds that pushed into their chins. Without hesitating the two were locked in a heavy kiss, their tongues dancing and rubbing, noisy and sloppy as saliva escaped coating their lips. Every few seconds they'd let out a gasping moan as their hands wildly ran up and down one another's backs, eventually grabbing ahold of each other's thick, juicy ass.

>>5486976

What used to be a three-story tall building was reduced to smoke and debris as a gargantuan sneaker crashed into it from above, completely demolishing it and most likely ending countless lives. Frankie Foster, formerly a tiny, lanky girl stood a terrifying fifty feet tall, towrering above everything in the poor unsuspecting city. She slammed her foot down on another building as she let out a frightful roar, hundreds of citizens fleeing away screaming and wailing but some taking just a moment to catch a glimpse of a glorious pair of clean, white, giant panties. Frankie's rampage was going on for a good few hours; Destroying buildings, scaring the living hell out of everyone and proving to be quite the fap-fuel for a select few. She was cut off mid-roar, however, as an even louder grumbling noise filled the air. Though she was a terrifying giant, her face still had the adorable qualities of a young woman.. but now that sweet face was contorted into a pained expression while a painful tension began to build in her gut. Groaning loudly, she fell to her knees with her dainty arms wrapped around a swollen, exposed midriff. Whimpering, what could be called softly for such a gigantic monstrousity as herself, attracting attention from the screaming cityfolk as most of them paused, staring in horror as it dawned on many what was coming.

Another gigantic roar of a groan escaped her lips, throwing her head back in pain as the swelling refused to stop despite her best efforts to hold her stomach in.

"Everyone, RUN!" some screamed, others just yelled mindlessly as they made a mad dash to escape the area. "SHE'S GONNA BLOW!" one woman could be heard screaming.

Her skirt rode up, revealing her panty-clad rear for all within some odd fifty miles to see, pushed up in the air shamelessly. Her speech was barely understandable, mostly roars and grunts that deafened more than it enlightened.

It all came quickly and without mercy; a thunderous explosive noise on par with a dozen atom bombs going off at once. Everything behind Frankie was utterly decimated by the sudden winds that tore everything they touched down to rubble. Hundreds of innocent people were sent flying in the air, against debris and still standing pieces of building and the such to immediately meet their demise in a painful, crushing way. She roared out helplessly as her mountainous ass shook and wobbled from the gusts of deadly forced farts..

"And that's what would happen if Frankie was a giant and ate the giant burrito on top of the Taco shop."
"...Bloo, where do you come up with this stuff?" Mac sighed, shaking his head.

"Come on, Mac, Do it!" Goo cheered on the young boy who was bound to a table by ropes tied firmly around his neck, connected to his hands while his ankles were handcuffed to a wooden rod that kept his oiled, supple boy ass high in the air and his legs spread. He wept quietly as his stomach cramped painfully, doing his best to resist giving into his captors. Frankie just watched silently, softly rubbing freshly poured oil onto Mac's back, and onto his sides and down to his tummy, waiting patiently. He gave a pathetic attempt to struggle free but only succeeding in ringing the bell that hung off of his collar. "C'mon Mac! C'moooooooonc'monc'monc'mon!" Goo kept chattering, growing more and more impatient. His voice was weak, full of defeat as she said through sobs; "Fine! Fine, you sick women! you win!" sniffling as he hit his forehead against the table, grunting as hot tears streamed down his cheeks. Goo clapped her hands excitedly while the other girl crossed her arms with an amused smirk on her lips. His grunts evolved into yells as he made as much noise from his asshole as he did from his mouth in a sad, forceful orchestra of 'brap's, 'toot's and other such noises that erupted from his backdoor. It felt like it lasted forever, and to Mac, it more or less did. He cried and cried as the explosion of gas continued to torrent from him, an absolute feeling of humiliation washing over his small, delicious body.

"K-.. Kimmy, No, not tonight I.." Shego's resistant muttering was cut off abruptly as her lover's soft, teenage lips pushed passionately into her own. She could feel the other girl's hand slither into her nightgown and grab hold of her plump, green breast. She shivered, not from arousal or excitement but a building cramp from an intense case of gas the dinner of nachos and burritos had given her. Shego fought valiantly to keep it all in and at this point won the battle against her own perfectly clean and tight asshole. Sadly for kim she had no idea what was going on, only assuming it was playful resistance rather than a warning.
>If she doesn't want to listen then it's her problem.. may as well enjoy myself.
Their tongues danced, saliva coating their lips as they kissed. Her hunter green nipples at full attention, throbbing and aching for Kim's touch. Their lip lock ended as the fiery haired girl pulled back, a devilish grin on her face. "There's nothing that could turn me off tonight, sheegy."
>I wouldn't be so sure..
"Kim, I.." Shego began, intending to try and weasel her way out of their usual nightly play, however cut off by a sudden gasp and heart grunt as she clutched her stomach. "Kim, I.. HNNG" she groaned as her ass erupted into an explosive acapella of hot, smelly gas. Kim could only stare horrified as the green woman's eyes rolled back in her head, every little bit of built up pressure being released at once right between them. Kim could actually FEEL it, as the hand that had snuck it's way down there was belted with gusts of forceful warmth. It felt like they lasted for hours before she stopped.. ending with one final adorable toot before an awkward silence took over the bedroom.

..."You know what, I think I'm good to go now Kimmy."

>>6251234
You get a small grin on your face when you first hear the moans, a naughty thought of what else might cause such a sound or what she could possibly be dreaming about. You enjoy the warmth and safety you both share under the blanket as Lindsay's deep breathing while she sleeps deeply gives you a nostalgia of something you just can't explain. You start to feel the same weight of sleep start to drag you down.. until you suddenly smell something that isn't quite her fresh minty breath or her flowery soap. Almost as if on cue one of Linday's soft, sensual moan is accompanied by the sound of gas expelling from her no doubt perfectly tight anus and causing her taut, bubbly cheeks to wobble like Jell-O. You try not to make a sound as you notice that the moans were closer to groans than anything and they're becoming more frequent as well as Lindsay's release of gas. Her arm is wrapped tightly around your waist so you don't quite want to leave and wake her up to wonder why and you're too much of a gentleman to ask her to stop passing gas either. The air under the blanket begins to feel thicker and warmer as you tear up lightly, the smell reminding you of a very unclean mexican resturaunt filled with patrons gobbling spicy, gassy foods and reacting immediately as such. You whimper softly, choosing to suffer the dutch oven from the beautiful, huge breasted girl latched onto you for the sake of possibly getting her out of her bra and panties another night.

Tonight is not that night.

Katie and Sadie sat on a single bunk. Their combined weight, mostly the heavier of the two, causing the mattress to sink in. They giggled to each other, not saying a single coherant word. Though it was hard to know why they would concoct such a plan, their idea to sneak off and steal dozens of cans of baked beans and consume them went off without a hitch. So they sat there, their small striped shirts slightly damp and stained with the gooey remnants of the canned goods while their bellies bloated outward. Of course it was more apparent with Katie than Sadie, but upon inspection one would notice her already sizely gut was nearly doubled in size from the sheer volume of beans Katie had stuffed into her. Between every few giggles they would belch loudly, causing the other to cough from the strong smell of their beany gas. Katie's pink short-shorts strained painfully, cutting into her stuffed and intensely bloated tummy as the button struggled to stay closed. Their giggles prevented them from hearing the almost violent gurgling from their abdomens, their bowels groaning and gurgling in a loud combination of protest and warning of the horrid things to come.
"You know, Sadie.. I never realized how sexy you look when you're a bean-filled blimp.." Katie said in a soft moan as she reached over and lay a hand on ther fat girl's blubbery thigh. Leaning in and suddenly locking lips as Sadie was about to reply, instantly forgetting whatever confusion she had as they immediately began to kiss passionately. The taste of baked beans lingered in their mouths as their tongues danced with each other, occasiionally breaking for a moment only to pant and gasp to catch their breath as their stomachs seemed to slowly continue to bloat.. the gurgling and groaning only growing louder as they turned to face each other, eventually Katie simply climbing on top as their ballooning guts smooshed into each other while they kissed deeply. They barely noticed the suddenly increase of pressure from them pushing on one another caused them to fart loudly in small, almost trumpet like bursts. They only cared about each other's passionate embrace right now, each other's hands fumbling and rubbing along their bodies. Every bit of exposed delicious pink flesh explored, every one of Sadie's folds spelunked and fingered.
The room began to stinky heavily of their gas as they made out. Their colons filling more and more with their horribly smelly gas. The buttons and zippers on each of their shorts had long given up at this point, not exploding off in a glorious pop but simply giving out in a silent whimper. Their moans and gasps loud and pleasure filled, lost in each other's sexual frenzy and cloud of gas.
"Oh, Sadie!"
>frrrrrrrrt
"Katie.. I lov-"
>brrrrrrrrapapap
"SADIE I- HNNNGG"
>BRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTT
Their minds seemed as long gone as their former realistic stomach sizes as they looked like two women kissing under and on top of pulsating, fleshy beachball sized globes of gas filled beauty. Suddenly, without warning, the sheer size of their stomachs caused Katie to fall onto her back opposite of Sadie. Their legs spread as their crotches met and brushed against each other.. the sudden loss of pressure from pushing into each other causedthe farting to stop abruptly, which then caused their gasses to continue building unresisted while they lie, tongues hanging from their mouths and drool down their cheeks. Eyes rolled back in their heads as they mindlessly grinded their clothed crotches against each other while their bellies slowly swelled and inflated with their own bean-fueled natural gas.
They would cry each other's names between moaning and whimpering while they pushed and rubbed as hard as they could against each other while their pleasure, and pressure, mounted. The strange and amazing sensations caused their nipples to throb, fully erect and tenting through their striped shirts. Their hands couldn't decide between rubbing and caressing their bloating guts or their ample, delicious bean-covered breasts. Their breathing labored and deep, as if they were ignoring the horrid smell overtaking the air. Their gasps and moans growing louder.. and stronger.. ther slams practically slamming and smashing into each other.
Suddenly, in one glorious moment their passion peaked.. Loud cries of wonderful relief as they came against each other, moaning and wailing loudly as they not only released their womanly juices against each other but their bowels unleashed their entire load of painfully built up gas in what could only be described by everyone in the camp as a massive explosion of thousands of people releasing flatus at once. It was strong, hard and felt like it lasted forever. Like two wonderful blimps being rapidly deflated, the force of the gas pushing against each other only heightening and intensifying their orgasms. Complete looks of bliss over their faces as they simultaneously passed out.

The Princess of Britannia sat, to the best of her knowledge, alone in what she was told was a study, safe from any intruders or the like. How we she to know otherwise, or for that matter; do anything about it? She was carried there and left in a simple, if not comfortable chair and her useless legs wouldn't help her in that situation at all. Every few minutes she would call out "Hello?" or "Is anyone there" in a weak, quiet voice that one would expect from a fourteen year old who was to be considered royalty among people. She began to worry after more than an hour had passed and not a single sign or sound of anyone coming to help her retire to her bedroom, for the problem she slowly felt herself starting to have was anything BUT royal and refined.. If one were to take a closer look at poor Lamperouge they would find her forehead was coated with small, light beads of sweat and she was occasionally biting her bottom lip, her hands held instinctively over her flat, thickly clothed tummy. "H-hello? Anyone..?" her highness whimpered once more, now desperate for some sort of assistance.

Her sense of courtesy and manners prevented her from trying to expel any of the rapidly building gas that assaulted her poor, weak body from the inside in fear of the remote possibility of anyone hearing and thinking less of her. No, she had to remain strong.. "Hnnmph.. Excuse me? Is anyone there at all?" her voice grew louder, a hint of panic that was growing more and more obvious along with the growing paunch that threatened to push out the fabric of her dress, bloating out very slowly, but increasingly uncomfortable with each passing moment. Though it was her, she tried her best to clench as her own bowels struggled against her efforts to contain her gasses, a battle she was shamefully losing as small, high pitched squeaks managed to pop out of her royal asshole causing her to blush intensely out of embarassment and fear. Moments later she found herself humming quite loudly in a adorable attempt to mask the noises and if it were at all possible, distract herself from the intensifying pressure that grew in her belly.

Without even realizing it her hands began to shake just slightly, absent mindedly squirming her hips as much as she could trying to ease the pressure that strained her perfectly soft and pink belly. "H-help me.. someone.." whimpering barely loud enough for anyone, even if they were in the room, to hear.. not that it would be easy to hear her pathetic mumblings over the gusts of gas that left her ass noisily and increasingly more frequent, proving she was losing the battle against her own gas. She could feel herself bloating out more, though it wasn't as bad as she imagined she felt like an absolute blimp ready to explode. Her Highness' entire abdomen bulged just slightly; gurgling and groaning noisily in protest, desperately wishing for the sweet release her royal ass was more than willing to give at this point but The Princess was determined to keep it in to the best of her ability, damn the consequences. Completely sweating now from the sheer intensity of it all, matting her bangs along her dampened forehead as she moaned pitifully, unable to contain herself any longer.. She stopped caring about the idea of anyone hearing now, to her it was this or explode..

Taking a deep breath, though the breathing following was shaken and uneven, still shaking as she began to strain ever so slight.. she bit her bottom lip firmly, trying her best to tense her stomach to force the swiftly expanding gasses in her colon that forcefully bloated her stomach and stretched the already tight fabric of her royal dress. "P-please.. come out.." practically crying, her face flushed and moist with sweat, even a small amount of drool oozing out the side of her mouth from the time she would take to panting. All the work she had did to keep it all in then but now unable to produce even the tiniest of honks was a painful irony to her. Leaning forward, her thighs pushing on her tummy, hoping to force it out of her.. even that was not working as her whimpers and groan became constant and unending at this point, breathing heavily between howls and freely drooling, lost in a sea of intense feelings she wasn't used to at all.. just when she thought she might release however she suddenly toppled out of the chair, falling face first onto the floor with her ass in the air, her dress had slipped up her back and revealed her ruffled panties that were fit for royalty such as her. "Ah.. Ah.. AHHHH! BIG BROOOOTHHEEERR!" she cried out in a moaning howl, her tongue falling out and hanging freely as her eyes opened for the first time in forever.. appearing cross-eyed and glazed over as her perfectly tight anus released a torrent of hot, humid gas that escaped into the air with a thunderous boom that sounded if it were being blown out of a large brass horn with loud, fleshy claps as her supple teenage ass jiggled and slapped from the force of it all.

Her shouting was drowned out by her own backdoor roars that seemed to go on forever to her. Her mind was flooded with the realities of the situation that she was in a helpless position, her near bare bottom was in the air and there was most likely no one around to help her as she acted as the Royal Britannian fog horn, except much cuter and possibly much smellier. Sadly for her, her explosive royal gas was nowhere near gone.. her sweat, drool and tears ran as freely as the loud gas from her perfect rear as the thunderous toots and braps filled the room, a symphony of various pitched farts, some loud and low while others high and almost whistling from the times she would vainly try to clench and tighten her asshole to prevent any more from escaping.. The poor, poor girl.

Reisa's estatic moans suddenly veered into an uncomfortable groan as Ty Lee still mindlessly ate out her asshole, delightfully wedged between her toned and supple teenage asscheeks. "Ah.. Ah.. Ty Lee.. you should.. s-stop!" wishing with all of her being she had control over her body again, but the sudden flush of a whole new sensation of growing pressure and discomfort turned what was ecstasy mere moments ago into an unpleasant worry and agitation that wasn't helped at all by the perky young girl slobbery over her fleshy hornhole or the other equally as paralyzed girl grinding and moaning just as loud as she was. Though she was trying to warn them both about the sudden cramping she felt in her tummy, the sizely, plump breast that was smothering her translated it into nothing but muffled whimpers and incoherant gasps.

Unknown to the other two girls, poor Reisa's gut was rapidly being filled with sudden, malicious natural gasses somehow being forced into hyperactivity from Ty Lee screwing with her circulatory system and chakras, agitating and irritating her bowels into wanting to shake up everything inside and quickly produce the offending gas that more sooner than later Ty Lee would be unknowingly aquainted with. The feelings were all too much.. her body, sweaty and heaving from such pleasures and discomforts at once while her mind thrashed wildly trying to work it all out, her pussy oozed her deliciously tart womanly juices freely now, her excitement was impossible to hide.. as well as the sudden loud gurgling from a slightly bloated paunch that was her slowly tightening belly. Though she wanted to call out to Ty Lee.. to warn her.. the tit shoved in her mouth prevented it nicely as without warning her anus loosened around poor Ty Lee's tongue, loudly expelling the hot, humid air from her bowels right into the chakra-blocker's face and mouth, the moment feeling as if it lasted an eternity.

Ty Lee froze, her whole naked body tensing up in a confused shock while she laid there too startled to think or even move away as her fellow Kyoshi Warrior's ass blasted her with the fury of a thousand winds that rivaled the power of the Avatar himself. What sounded like a symphony composed entirely of rumbling stomachs and deep, brass instruments erupted from her pubescent ass that Ty Lee was unlucky enough to be deeply wedged in. The world fell silent except for the sound of her boweltastic impromptu symphony of hot gas that smelled faintly of fruit and roasted meats, the usual diet of the health concious Kyoshi warriors. Ty Lee's eyes teared up against her will as she was forced to inhale and swallow Reisa's foul wind, the position she was in wouldn't allow it to be any other way, it even caused poor Ty Lee's cheeks to flap a bit as if she were standing in front of a high powered industrial fan while Nina laid there.. silent, paralyzed and terrified. Finally, after what felt like minutes Reisa stopped with a solitary 'toot'..

"P.. Pardon me.."

Gwen's weeping filled the room. On her knees, hunched forward and clutching her bloated gut while tears ran down her soft, teenage cheeks.. Between the loud grunts and cursing she wondered if her cousin could somehow see her now. What would he think, Gwen thought as her supple teenage asscheeks shook from the thunderous roars that escaped her backside. Panting heavily as her tongue hung loosely at the side of her deliciously plump, orange lipstick shelled lips, her whole body tensing and letting out a squeakish whimper with each toot and string of loud, musky farts that made it progressively harder to breathe in the room without gagging. But there she was in the center of it, helpless and bloated with nothing to do but sit there squirming and crying while her ass acted as the stinkiest, most obnoxious trumpet anyone could imagine. Slumping forward as her tiny, supple breasts smooshed between her and the floor, her panty-clad ass in the air for all who would care to see it. She was less of a magician and more of a party favor now.

"Ain't I a stinkah?"

Azula's teeth grinded noisily as she clutched her stomach. Her form-fitting clothing proving to be a painful prison of her bloated mid-section. The middle of the royal palace was a horrible place to have such bad gas; what with all the decorational fires and torches lining the walkways and walls. Pushing against her pelvis, bending forward as a pained moan escaped her full, crimson lips. Her belt cut painfully into her ballooning tummy, restraining anymore growth. However, moments later she bent even furthur, her ass sticking out as it let loose an orchestra of trumpets and roars from her back-burner. She went cross-eyed as the gas made it's noisy escape, sighing euphorically before falling into a crumpled heap on the floor, her royal farts echoing through the palace.

They say it'll take years to repair that half of Metropolis.
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Power Girl was bound within Ultra Humanite's horrific science trap as super concentrated lasers made their feeble attempt to carve open her skull. "Finally, I shall have my new body.. and another moronic woman will be rightfully removed from this world!" he growled, each hot breath slamming into her face like a hot summer day in Newark. It was no mystery that a kryptonian's anatomy is quite different from a human's, but most fail to realize just how different it truly is. She grinned to herself, a plan suddenly coming to mind on how to escape this horrid situation. "That's right, stay close.." Peej mused mentally, a look of concentration and straining overcoming her face, not too different from the grimace that was already there due to the lasers and horrible ape breath. Humanite was rambling though she had stopped listening a long while ago, not caring too much for his misogynistic rants or how superior he found himself or how he was going to enjoy her powerful body. "S-so you're saying.. you're going to like my body, huh? Even with THESE big things getting in the way all the time?" she practically grunted, the sounds sporadic grumbles and bubbling groaning out of her abdomen were impossible to hear over Ultra Humanite's own loud breathing and growling the machine's whirring. "These?" the young ape asked, his face lowering just above the famed boob window, taking a good long stare at her luscious orbs. "I will find a way to deal with them, I suppose. The price of science and world domination is a.. heavy one indeed." Power Girl grinned, her plan worked. "Perfect. Deal with this, you freak!"

He was barely able to say a word before being blasted by a high intensity gas attack that caused her breasts to wobble and shaking wildly within their spandex prison, threatening to flop out entirely if it hadn't already been vetoed by DC to be untasteful. He screamed, finding himself paralyzed and unable to move as the fur around his face blew back and his lips to flap spastically as the loud, abrasive torrent of methane fired from between her mountainous mounds. It made such an interesting sound; an army of trumpets all playing the same note in a painful unison.

He began to lose fur.. the tip of his snout becoming burned.. and at the critical moment the gas caught a single spark from the laser beam's wiring that caused an enormous explosion that sent the immature ape flying back and the entire machine binding her to explode and free its beautiful prisoner.

In the distance he groaned and wailed painfully.
"Oh stop being such a drama queen it wasn't that ba-.. Oh god."

Anonymous sat alone in his bedroom. The only light coming from his monitor which displayed various MSPaint doodles of Frankie Foster from Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends.. yet not quite. This was actually Frankqi. She was chocolate skinned, fatter and dark brown hair.. her hips were quite wide and rounded and her tits plump and heavy. As he fapped at a slow, leisurely pace his free hand was busy typing up requests for the next picture.
>Frankqi burping up a chicken bone!
It was delivered, of course thanks to the ever generous drawfag. With each new image his excitement grew, finding it harder and harder to keep a slow pace and eventually just furiously pounding away at his throbbing cock. "Ohhh, Frankqi, you so delicious.." he imagined her thick ass grinding against his lap, or a hefty breast smothered in his face.. her heavy body bouncing and heaving against his as she rode him, moaning in ecstasy. "Hey! You!" a voice snapped him out of his lusty trance. "You dere with yo' dick in yo' hand!" it was.. her? Anonymous stared at his screen in disbelief as the doodle seemed to have suddenly come to life and started chastising him in an angry tone.
"I ain't no lil' object for you to be spankin' it ovuh, you heah me?" she scowled, her arms crossed over her chest in such a way that it only served to smoosh together and push up her sizely knockers, making them appear even more absurdly large. "I's real, and if you don't know dat off I'm gonna make ya!" she snapped, followed by a rather cliche head shake.
Anonymous didn't care.. he just fapped harder, seeing her jiggle and bounce only made her even hotter to him.
"Boy, I told you.." growling, not wasting any time in bothering to warn him again. "You want to see dat ass? Dat's what you gon' get!" yelling with a grin as she turned and bent over, the fabric of her tight black dress straining over her ridiculously plump rear. The dress creaked, threatening to rip.. she started to groan, her hands balling into fists.

"Oh god, yes!" Anonymous squealed in joy, breathing heavily and labored while he fapped away. He couldn't take his eyes off her full moon of an ass which swayed hypnotically on his screen, in such a masturbatory concentration he didn't bother to wonder what she was grunting and straining about, only caring about that fine, thick chocolate ass taking up most of his screen. "You ready for dis ass, boy?" her voice husky and strained, almost moaning it out.. though he couldn't see it she had already started sweating from the sheer tension. "Ohhh god, Frankqi..!" he moaned back in reply, expecting her glorious rump to finally be revealed.

Instead, she released a torrent of painfully hot gas from her tight little brown asshole in a deafening explosion of methane that shocked him bad enough to go completely wide eyed and nearly shit himself from the shock. Clutching to the arm rests of his comfortable computer chair, he could feel an immense, indescribable pressure coming from his monitor as tiny little cracks began to form around the screen. The strained dress over her ass splitting and then finally ripping off violently to let her bouncing, jiggling posterior free to wobble in the open air. The sound was awe inspiring, bordering on terrifying.. like a very loud train horn being sounded under shallow waters. He was brought to tears in a mixture of fear and brilliance until suddenly he monitor exploded in half in a blinding flash of light.. and in its place, an amazonian Frankqi stood nude, panting heavily with a heavenly look of relief on her face.

Anonymous stared up at her in awe from the floor, having been thrown from his chair from the blast of gas and pressure that rivaled a jet engine. She stood over him, giving him the most magnificent view of a pudged out tummy and plump, pendulous breasts that swung deliciously to a halt after she moved to a halt above him. "F-frankqi.." he mumbled, cock still firmly in hand. Without another word she unceremoniously squat above his face and let another fart rip right onto him, albeit a much quieter and shorter one this time around that didn't run the risk of destroying his skull or computer equipment. He blinked a few times, face flushing red as he came against his own will.
"Yeeeeaaah, wut now, nigga!" she giggled, standing back up and heading to leave his room. "Bitchass better learn yo' lesson, Frankqi ain't no one's fap fuel"

"Give it up, sweetheart. I've already beat the crap out of your little girlfriends over there and you're not gonna be half the challenge they all were at once.." the mysterious Red Hulk grumbled, his huge oddly shaped upperlip quivering with each word in a sickening way.
Jennifer groaned as her indestructible knees ground against the pebble ridden earth beneath her, struggling to bring herself to her feet. She was shaking; her whole body throbbing in pain from the immense whooping the red hulk delivered to her and her entourage. "There nothin' you could do that I couldn't handle then turn around and probably beat your ass with." boasting, slowly and menacingly stomping torwards the battered She-Hulk.

"There's one thing, you bastard.." Jennifer scoffed as a grin began to form on her plump, dark green lips. A loud gurgle erupted from her sculpted abs that stopped him dead in his tracks as well as made her whince with a gentle grunt. "Because before we came here.." she continued, now standing upright with both hands on her gut. The intensely strong muscles hid the building pressure inside of her quite well, Red Hulk was confused to what she could possibly be doing. "..I had gamma burritos for lunch!"

"..Wha.. What?" genuinely confused, baffled at how her lunch was at all relevant. "..And?" he made the mistake of asking, staring in awe as the woman in front of him suddenly turned away and bent over, her hands coming to support her slightly above her knees as her gloriously huge, toned, spandex clad ass stuck out and even swayed slightly. Red Hulk chuckled, whistling as he enjoyed the view, momentarily forgetting they were even fighting. The grumbling and groaning from her stomach intensified as it began to appear that her stomach was puffing out just a smidge, an incredible build up of methane gas testing her muscle's strength to their limits. She began to grunt in a straining fashion, her breathing becoming labored and heavy, sounding something similar to when she was being pounded by the Juggernaut. As she grunted she would bite her bottom lip harshly and close her eyes, her whole face turning a darker shade of green from the strain. "Haha, what the hell are you doin', woman.."

"AAUUNNGGHH" was all the poor, rapidly bloating She-Hulk could reply, lost in a dizzy haze from the plethora of strange sensations zooming through her body. Though the Red Hulk could barely hear it over her groaning and the bubbling still thundering from her belly her abdomen and flesh actually groaned in a drum-tight resistance as in mere moments the gas caused her to bloat into the appearance matching that of a nine month pregnant amazonian super woman of her size. It wasn't until the moment he noticed her swelling stomach that he pieced together what was going on but before he could make his escape Jennfer's ass decided it was too late.

Time seemed to slow down as with one last guttural grunt she brought her arms up and balled up her fists, her whole body tensing up immensely as her arms flexed into a classic HULK SMASH pose. All at once the green gamma gas exploded from her anus, perfectly trained to tense and relax as needed, even to only allow a certain amount of dilation which worked perfectly for this back-door-blast attack. Red Hulk roared in fear and pain as he was suddenly knocked over from the sudden force of her pneumatic assault, falling face first and slamming his fingers into the ground in a pathetic attempt to hang on for dear life. Her expulsion seemed to go on forever in a thunderous brass horn tone that could be heard dozens of miles away, chunks of the earth flying away as they were torn from the ground. The two hulks yells filled the air alongside the deadly tone of gasious green gamma that gushed at high intensity between her voluptuous, supple green ass.

The other women watched from the front of She-Hulk in horror and amazement, though glad she was launching a successful attack against their red antagonist. Suddenly, the coup de grace; Jennifer's eyes rolled back slightly as her shouts turned into a sensual groan then once again biting her lip to brace herself for what was to come.. the flow of gas stopped for a brief moment as it began to build once again.. Red Hulk coughed, his whole body trembling in pain from being thrashed by the high pressure blast of gamma radiation. "N-No.. No more.." he whimpered, but sadly for him his pleas were only met by a sudden three second long ass-blast that sounded oddly similar like a planet sized semi truck sounding an intergalactic horn.

The girls sighed a collective relief, sure that the now unconcious red hulk that now laid in a massive crater wouldn't be putting up a struggle as they took him.

"Jeez, Jen.. that was amazing."

She-Hulk smirked as she contorted her face just long enough to let out one last little toot. "Yeah, I think so too." ..She was glad they were all polite enough not to comment on the horrendous smell.
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"Jeez, Major. Are you really going to make such a big deal for some petty revenge? You've been hurt worse during a mission by much worse people, I don't see what makes this kid so special." Batou complained, glaring at her through artificial eyes. "You don't understand. This isn't just about revenge, this is about punishing a criminal. If it means executing him myself then I'm fine with the reprecussions." Major Motoko Kusanagi turned smartly and made her way to exit the lobby of the Section 9 building, but once again Batou's strong hand on her shoulder halted her. "And what's his crime, exactly?" She turned back to him, a light wobble in her seemingly engorged asscheeks. A look of anger and hatred sullied her otherwise beautifully serene face. "Faggotry."

The whole trip to her ambush point was spent in anger, hatefully remembering how her body swelled and expanded like some sort of obscene balloon. How because of one person she suffered an almost unbearable humiliation as she was unwillingly transformed into a helpless blimp. Not this time, though. She was back with a new, upgraded albeit somewhat thicker body and ready to deliver the poetic justice this 'Ghassy' deserved. It was a simple, if not crude plan. Though however simplistic it may be it still brought a smile to her dainty lips none the less. She had to admit it was a little nice to temporarily have enormous breasts and an ass to match, such heavy and rounded juggs that had threatened to pull her down with every second they grew, but thoughts like these were something to be discarded and ignored. She was on an important mission she couldn't afford to be distracted from right now.

She had made an effort to keep surveilance on him for months now, keeping note of his habits and normally used routes. From this extensive research she had learned he always cuts through a small alleyway on the way home each night and that it would make a most excellent place to set a trap. With a soft groan she set a delicate hand on her ever so slightly rounded stomach, it quivered and gurgled excitedly. Shrugging the sensation off with a smirk, slowly getting used to her body and knowing it was worth the occasional cramp or impolite noise.
As the crickets chirped and the usual sounds of suburban atmosphere filled the night air she waited perched on a fire escape, her target finally arriving and casually making his way through the alley.

"What the..?" he muttered, a little surprised at a ten foot tall chain-link fence that blocked the other end of his shortcut. Thinking nothing of it he turned to make his way back and just take the long way home but was suddenly met with two plump breasts tightly contained within a spandex-type material jumpsuit smooshed directly into his face. "Surprised?" she asked cooly, looking down as the young guy became tangled over himself in shock and fell right on his ass. "Muh-muh.. Motoko!?" whimpering out in horror, a sense of dread washing over him because he knew exactly what she would want with him. "Major Motoko Kusanagi." a swift boot to the side of his abdomen before suddenly reeling it back and pinning him to the ground under her foot. "Did you really think Section 9 wouldn't discover 'Hitoshi Goto' was just a remote controlled android belonging to some little kid?" Ghassy grunted as she shoved harshly against his ribs. "Did you really think I would let you get away with turning me into some kind of Circus attraction?" she spat, kneeling down and without warning clocked him against the jaw with a rough back hand.

"I-I'm sorry, ok! I knew you would survive, I j-just wanted to see someone high and mighty like you go through that!" his answer wasn't an acceptable one, as her response was a growl and another backhand. At the very least he had to admit it was a beautiful view of an oddly curvier Major. Somewhere, Batou and the Tachikomas were watching this all transpire. He had promised not to get involved but he couldn't help himself from watching exactly what she had planned, worried for her safety and even moreso the safety of this young man. The Tachikomas didn't mind much, instead just chattering amongst one another about whether or not 'having gas' is similar to having a sludge build up in machinery.

"I'm sure you had perfectly good reasons.." Motoko spoke calmly as she slowly unzipped her suit and within seconds peeled it completely off of her, her heavy breasts falling free with two plops and a jiggle. Without the constrictive outfit it was much easier to tell her body was softer, plumper and far more rounded. As she stood nude, he stared up in a silent awe while she slowly turned and bent slightly with a soft moan. "And I intend to show you the consequences." He couldn't help his excitement, shifting his hips to try and ease the painful hardness crammed tightly against his jeans. Her ass sat hugely on her frame, bulbous and gloriously fattened in an even more exaggerated fashion than normal. She took a step further away from him, seeming to be trying to position her ass to be pointing right at him. "Enjoy the show, kid." The Major grinned before going into a look of pure concentration and silence. Ghassy stared on at the deliciously plump rear before him, a huge grin on his face as he figured 'fuck it' and reached down to undo his pants before being abruptly stunned by a sudden loud toot from Miss Kusanagi's butt.

"..Uh.. Excuse y- GUUH" he had tried to speak up before suddenly being blasted by an intense air that came from between her quaking asscheeks. His hair was blown back as her ass sounded out through the night like a group of ducks on steroids, he tried to clutch to the ground in a sudden fear he may be blown away. He wouldn't be blown away however, not yet. She had yet to 'step on the gas', as they say. "I, Major Motoko Kusanagi of Section 9 hereby execute you in the name of decency! Death by Gas Firing Squad!" She grunted out while her whole body shook, her otherwise pudgy stomach tensing up to force out her deadly gasious assault.

There was absolute no chance he heard her, sadly. Not through the hellfire of vengeance and flatus that erupted violently from The Major's fat, dominant rump. It was easy to tell that as each second passed her seemingly unending fart was becoming more and more intense, the huge force growing as he was practically pinned to the ground by her trumpeting gassy expulsions, it was a miracle that she didn't go flying off like a rocket. He wanted so desperate to scream out for mercy but anytime he so much as opened his mouth his lips went flapping wildly, his mouth blown out. His eyes were wide in fear and shock, his shirt starting to tear and rip.. finally blowing off of him.

Like the warbling of an underwater turmpet orchestra she passed, her gelatanous cheeks bouncing and quivering wildly, her bare feet holding her firmly in place by some mysterious force. Motoko grunted even harder, sweating profusely all over, beading over through her delicate belly rolls and chubby body. Somehow, through this obscene explosion of gas and sound Ghassy could swear he felt as if he body was losing its ability to keep itself together, feeling as if he were about to just disintegrate entirely. Batou watched the screen in a silent horror, his mouth agape at such cruelty, such unrelenting flatulence.

Motoko practically screamed now, her eyes clenched shut as she threw her head back and roared to the heavens, her ass reaching critical and lethal levels of force. The poor young man laid silent, his entire body bruised and battered by the insanely strong pressure, barely able to breathe and even when he could it wasn't anything he cared to breathe in. Sadly, it was time for the finale.. The asphault under the man cracked and caved in, his bones broken into sand, his organs and muscles battered. Battered by Major Motoko's furious ass blast. Her screaming peaked, suddenly shoving her bulbous butt out even further and bring her arms up for a moment.. before slamming them down hard, balled white knuckled fists as a blinding white light exploded out of the alley, an enormous explosion erupting from between the buildings and sending the whole black into a seismic tremor.

A gigantic explosion.. and walking away from it, not looking back was a proud and satisfied Mtoko Kusanagi, her hefty juggs, paunchy belly and bubble butt jiggling with each step. She stopped long enough to bring up her leg, wince and let out one last dainty feminine rip of the ass. "Sniff that, jerk."

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Azula cackled as she stepped back from her former best friend Ty Lee. She had finally gotten her revenge on the bubbly acrobat for the painful chi-blocking manuver that had been pulled on her months before. "Surprised?" asking in a husky, pleased tone. Ty Lee wished she could respond somehow, respond in some way other than struggling to catch her breath and shaking. Her whole body felt frozen and tense while a sudden sensation of pressure began to well up inside of her gut. "I can understand why you would be, seeing as how you always refused to teach me your little tricks." Leaning forward, bringing her hand to the pink garbed girl's face and gently, almost teasingly trailing a sharp fingernail down her cheek. "But you learn some interesting things where I was. Amazing little techniques used to keep patients in check and sedated."

She tried her hardest to speak, to beg the cruel flame mistress to undo whatever it is she did. She managed to force out a long, throaty grunt while her otherwise flat and firm tummy seemed to bloat out unnaturally quick. -Pffffrt- Her shame suddenly doubling at the unladylike expulsion. "I'm glad to hear I got the pressure points right." Azula grinned with a sadistic giggle. Ty Lee's stomach quivered as it blew up, the offending gas expanding inside of her rapidly. The firebender's giggles turned into flat out laughter as the other girl's abdomen rounded out more and more, every few moments another burst of gas loudly escaped her supple ass. "Ah... Az..unn.." -Brmf- "D-don't.." -Hrrrt!- begging weakly, her gas building faster than her poor bum could get rid of it. An uninformed glance at her would suggest she was some teen hussy who got herself knocked up, possibly twins at this point. Her poor, rosey stomach bloating unforgivingly as her sides filled out, causing her to appear rounder instead of just pregnant.
Sweat poured down her tense forehead, practically all over her body, causing dark damp spots to appear under her armpits. With a sudden gasp and whimper, she felt Azula hitting a few specific points of her body and the overall feeling of being unable to move melted away, but not the rest of her troubles. Immediately clutching her ballooning belly, squeezing and pushing as tears welled up in her eyes. "W-what are you doing to me?" she asked weakly, her low voice almost completely drowned out by the other end, a series of long, windy horns. "You know, I'm not even sure.. They used it on me a few times when I was being rowdy, I just know it's really uncomfortable and noisy! The only difference here is that they always fixed it after a few seconds." her voice was as cold and calm as always, immensely unnerving to the rapidly ballooning bubbly bimbo. "Suffice to say this is VERY interesting."

An immense pressure made her whole body shake, she squirmed and found herself absent mindedly bending forward in an attempt to force out as much built up gas as she could. Ty Lee barely cared about the shame of farting anymore, she only know it brought a VERY momentary relief before being filled up even more by her body's own natural gasses. "Muh muh make it stop.. pleeeeease..!" crying out loudly from both ends, falling to her knees and then finally slumping onto her stomach which pushed an immense release out of her. At first it was as bubbly and chirpy as she was, a perfect flatulent mirror to her usual personality when not being blown up into a helpless gassy blimp. If one were paying attention closely they would notice her entire body was starting to fill out now, even her breasts began to plump and expand, filling her top to its limits rather swiftly as her shorts strained around her widening hips, a pair of plump cheeks only serving to make her expulsions sound deeper and slappier while Azula stared on in a silent, cruel wonder.

Her bloated stomach remained the largest, though. Steadily billowing out more and more until her entire midsection was rounded out entirely, slowly finding herself resting completely on her smooshed gut, her arms and legs dangly inches above the warm ground with nothing to do but fart and inflate at the point. Without warning another attack came in from Azula.. this time she felt her fat ass tensing almost painfully, causing the toots to end immediately. Ty Lee just didn't see the point in resisting or complaining anymore, instead just groaning as her body swelled uncontrollably, at an even faster pace since her only release valve was unwillingly shut by pressure point manipulation.

She grew.. and grew.. much to Azula's amusement. It didn't take long for Ty Lee to eventually become entirely round, her poor useless arms and legs wriggling helplessly. Her immense, beachball sized breasts straining her flimsy pink top, the tension and shame making her nipples almost painfully hard. Her own supple, taught flesh surrounding around her head.. she was getting too huge and she could feel the pressure reaching dangerous, explosive levels. A mewling little whimper, grunting as her cheeks bloated up, her swelling slowing down to a halt.. a rumbling.. a dangerous, quiet rumbling.. She wasn't sure if she could hold on anymore..!

BBBUUURRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!

Ty lee went wide eyed as she suddenly let out the loudest, strongest belch in quite possibly the world. It was strong enough to make her entire body wobble and quiver, and even more impressively strong enough to shock Azula into a sudden surprised yelp. "NO! You're supposed to EXPLODE!" she shrieked in a rage, balling her hands into tight enough fists to break the skin of her palms with her own nails. Ty Lee's response was another gargantuan burp. And another. And another, long and throaty, letting out the sweet smell of fruit and vegetables, her main diet. The mixture of relief and happiness that she wasn't going to explode and, though she wouldn't admit it, liking the idea of just letting it all out like a shameless guy made her blush warmly. Azula growled, struggling to think of a way to stop her.. until an idea struck! Reaching up and grabbing a firm hold of the other girl's clothes, pulling her down to face level and forcing her own mouth against Ty Lee's. A sadistic grin as she pursed her lips shut, knowing that once again the gasses would continue to build.
What she didn't expect however was for Ty Lee to suddenly struggle forward to grab the sides of her head, with an intense willpower and stretching with her tiny in comparison arms to hold her in place.. breaking her lips apart with her tongue which opened the proverbial floodgates, 'belching' this gas into Azula and straining to keep doing so. Forcing more and more of the gas into the cruel former Fire Lord, who struggling and protested through muffled screams, her own stomach rapidly inflating and stretching out her form fitting fire nation garb. Ty Lee tried her hardest to push the gasses out of her and into Azula, tried with all of her might!

Her efforts were slowly paying off as her body progressively shrunk more and more while Azula was steadily blown up like a children's toy, her eyes full of fear and shock while her cheeks bulged obscenely. Moments later her belt snapped, the sudden wobbling from her freed gut working a small little -prmpft!- from her royal rump. Before too long Azula was nearly the size Ty Lee was before going critical, her clothing having completely failed to keep up and had long since torn and ripped off of her immensely bloated body.
Ty Lee finally broke the lip lock with an enormous belch from both girls right into each other's faces, Azula's followed by a long, pained groan as her eyes rolled back slightly. They both breathed heavily, their bodies put through an amazing ordeal. She rested on top of the fire blimp, still burping constantly and forcefully, trying her best to stay in a fairly small form, albeit much more bloated than she was originally. Giggling, patting the princess on the forehead much to her spite and rage. She carefully pulled herself to her feet, trying her best to balance on top of her new bloated trampoline while still doing her best to keep the gas glowing from her mouth.

With a mischievious grin Ty Lee gave Azula a wink and then did a light squat.. before jumping into the air and landing right back on her blimp of a buddy, forcing a strong and humiliating orchestra of gas from the princess's wide load of an ass, as if someone were suddenly slamming a fist down on a gas pipe organ. Another springing jump! And a perfect ten out of ten landing! This time forcing the poor blimp to explode a torrent of second hand gas out of her mouth as well as her rump, even more humiliating than the last.

"This is" -hoorrrrp- "gonna.. hoof.." -urrrrrrp!- "be a f-" She landed, making the two of them belch in unision. "be a fun day, Azula!"