Gassy Training Start!: Sabrina's Awful Evening
by KiddWrites2

THURSDAY, TWO DAYS LATER (After the Incident in the Gym), 4:57 PM

Jenelle Rivers sat behind her enormous wooden desk in one corner of her office, a wide room that housed a neat assortment of steel cabinets and shelves full of books, seated in the other ends of the area. Next to the entrance across from her, a round table that held several trays of sweets and wrapped candies sat next to a slightly ajar door. Even from behind the glass panel the Amazon could still make out her name etched onto the blurry slab in black letters. She rapidly pressed a few more buttons on the keyboard of her computer below her, glancing at the digital clock some odd inches ahead of her. She interpreted the time as "A quarter 'till get the hell outta' here," or way past the hour when she was supposed to leave. The day was already over; classes were done. Clubs were beginning to wrap up. Students on school sports teams were heading back to the locker rooms to hit the showers. It was officially time to go the crap home. About an hour or two past the school schedule as well. But she actually decided to work late today. The stacks of papers beside her at the end of her desk told her she couldn't go anywhere. They needed to be properly filed and being a woman who saw her work through to the end, no matter what, she refused to leave anyway.

She sighed, cracking her fingers and placed them on her toned, clothed belly and leaned back in her comfy sliding chair, staring at the ceiling, dressed in her usual taut sapphire suit. Even sitting down, her slacks hugged her thick thighs like a viper death grip, exposing the faint line of her sexy and provocatively designed panties. Her blazer was half open; the last button stopping just under her immense bust, which protruded outward, past the edges of her fancy jacket, her white top barely able to contain them, also half buttoned, revealing her rosy cleavage. Despite her strong will and diligence, filing papers and electronically plugging in data records and the previous grades of over three thousand students for eight hours straight was mind numbing work. Even the hardest working person in the world deserved a little break. Besides if Jenelle saw one more record... She might break the window behind her and fling her computer back to her homeland. To her back, ice and frost collected on the opposite side of the long and giant pane of flexible glass. Outside snow whipped and whirled whichever way the arctic winds blew, blanketing the campus in a ghostly white world of ice. Few people could be seen trudging through Cartwright's frozen grounds. Where they were going though, was another story. Literally.

The room smelled strangely clean and normal... Unless one counted her sweet and alluring honey-like perfume wafting throughout her place, the space smelled like an office should...

GROOOOOBBBBLLKKKKKKKKRRRRAAAAHHHHHUUUUUBBBBBLLLLLIIIIZZZZZZZOOOOOPPPPP... Her belly bellowed at her angrily.

Jenelle had been holding her gas. It felt as if she truly had a mountain sized boulder in her bowels. She was full of so much swampy gas that her back and sides ached and throbbed; her stomach muscles were tight and cramped up on her amidst certain sharp movements. All this anguish and torture for the sake of fulfilling her role as Principal. For work. During the afternoon and into the early evening, she re-framed from farting so much, as it was the busiest time of school hours. Students, parents, representatives, delivery people, businessmen and women, the damn government, animals, anthros, aliens, slime-girls, the fucking power rangers, ELMO, GOKU... She wanted to scream. Everyone and their great-uncle walked in and out of the main office of the school, and just when Jenelle would think she's in the clear, someone else needed to see her! Or she had a call! Her third day on the job and already, all this! What was wrong with this community?!

This problem would usually be solved by going to the bathroom, but for goodness sake, this was HER office! Her domain! She shouldn't HAVE to excuse herself! She was queen of this castle, captain of this ship and she should be able to fart where she damn well wanted to! If anyone objected, they could get a face full of her emissions!! As a matter of fact, she felt some pressure building between her beach ball sized cheeks, and absolutely fed up with holding it any longer; she sat up in her seat and leaned to one side, lifting a sexy ass cheek off of the plush black cushion that was her chair. That's right, she was going for it! No one was in the lobby. She wished there was but the receptionist had already high-tailed it out of there and locked up. She narrowed her ruby eyes, winced and frowned, earrings dangling, her stunning, heart-stopping face forming an intense look of concentration.

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For nearly fourteen seconds, Jenelle spewed thick, burning exhaust from her juicy ass like a factory pipe pumped out air pollution. Similar to a speeding truck, her foul fart roared, booming against her seat; the entire thing vibrated wildly while awful green clouds reeking of burnt rubber tainted her office, fogging her windows. Water vapor began to collect on various items around her as if she were in a wet steam sauna.

"Oooooh yeeeaaahh..." The principal moaned, a blissful smile crossing her lips. That was what she needed. Relief at last.

She sat back in her chair, feeling several pounds lighter already, patting her belly and running an arm across her forehead to wipe off the sweat that had rapidly began ooze from her skin, thanks to her extremely humid emissions.

"Talk about swamp gas..." She giggled, fanning herself with a few sheets of papers, feeling wet spots form between her buxom breasts, on her back and underneath her arms in her white button-up. She couldn't relax long; now that she had finally blown open the flood gates, the actual flood raged forth as she felt more pressure knock at her backdoor. And she in turn crossed her legs and simply leaned to her opposite side to rip more ass.

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"Wooo..." She sighed.

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"Ooooh...” She began, rolling her eyes in satisfaction.

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"Ahh... Much better." She grinned as her latest bout of lengthy flatus only refreshed the pungent odor in the room and raised the temperature close to unbearable levels, even for her!

It was as though she were working next to a furnace! Perhaps she shouldn't fart in her office often... She didn't know if she could ever get rid of this smell... That would be bad for meetings in the future. Wow, she was burning up! And even worse, Miss Rivers was starting to look like she had just finished a run for a marathon! Random strings of her long brunette hair clung to her face and got into her mouth... She spat them out, shook her head and tucked some strands behind an ear, rising from her seat, letting loose whatever trapped remains of gas there were under her bulbous rear before walking across the room to flip on the air vent. She hoped it worked; This was her first time using the thing. She would have used her air fresheners however she had outdone herself once again and clearing out this amount of gas required more than pleasant aromas...

Speaking of air fresheners, she recalled her first day when Ryan had walked in on her after a gassy outburst. She giggled to herself, remembering how cute he looked in his gym clothes, trying to be all polite while inhaling the stench of death that came from her ample buns. He didn't say a word! Even when she embraced him and fired off at point blank range. No complaints! He was so adorable. So... Tough and sturdy, yet completely gentle. A teenager, damn near capable of taking large quantities of her farts! It still amazed her now when she thought about it. Beside her Amazon sisters, she didn't run into many in this land like that, let alone it be a man! She felt he was special. He had plenty of potential as well; she could use him, for other purposes than being a comfortable pillow for her smelly ass. She could mold him to be something great...

Then, there was Sabrina. The straight opposite of Ryan. Where he was quiet, calm and willing to learn, she was loud, obnoxious and stubborn. A smart-mouth, not to mention sure as hell full of herself. She almost reminded Jenelle of herself when she around her age. Only not so bitchy. Oh, the principal was quite a handful growing up, though. No one could tell her a thing! She sat back in her sliding black chair and folded her arms below her busty boobs which jiggled lewdly, thinking to herself. Outside she could hear the frigid winds howl in the distance. One thing both teens did share however; that same great endurance... Miss Eccelston was a bit rough around the edges, but Jenelle was more than able to mold her too. Perhaps she could get the mean-girl to work on her own farting prowess! She just needed to break her down a bit and help her put her rambunctious energy into something positive, like the Amazon's teacher, Mr. Edwin Rivers did with her, back on her own homeland... He was the reason she became a principal after all! She tapped her cheek, lost in her thoughts. She didn't remember seeing Ryan or Sabrina since the big incident two days ago... She wondered how those two were doing. Well her loveable mister Mathews more than the former cheering captain, who she recently kicked off the squad. Once Jenelle had done that, none of her cheering mates volunteered to step up and take the reins, out of fear of retaliation from the shapely blonde, so the pom-pom team was officially closed.

At that moment, her door in front of her desk abruptly swung open and none other than Sabrina entered, cracking the entrance, wearing a gray hoodie and baggy nylon pants, her yellow hair tied into a long ponytail as always. Speak of the spawn from the deep. Jenelle raised her eyebrows, somewhat surprised to finally see the girl back on her own feet after her gassing in the gym. Wait a minute; her worker at the front desk locked the main door! How... How did she get in here?

"Oh my gosh, eww. It smells like fucking ass and onion rings in here," The former captain spat, sniffing audibly, placing her hands at her hips.

"Watch your TONE, young lady," Jenelle snapped back.

Sabrina ignored her, continuing. "I take it this God-awful stench is from your gross ass, huh? I wonder how much everyone would love their new principal if they knew you farted like a freaking hippo..."

Her emerald eyes widened and she scowled. "You're DISGUSTING! Like, SO TOTALLY nasty!"

Jenelle couldn't stop herself from chuckling. She was trying to get the tall woman riled up. Get under her skin. Ah, silly girl... She leaned back in her chair once more and clasped her hands together below her chin, a knowing smile forming on her rosy face.

"How did you get in here? The front door was locked."

The pale girl sneered and pulled a ring of keys out of her sweater-pocket. They looked like the same set of keys the receptionist used! How did she get those? Thievery? Were her lackeys still aiding her? Clearly she miscalculated how far this teenager was willing to go...

"You underestimated me, MISS RIVERS," She tilted her head arched an eyebrow in a cocky manner.

"Did I now?" Jenelle replied amused while her belly began bubble yet again. More gas was coursing its way through her. She was going to pop soon. Like in the next three minutes.

Sabrina glowered at her. That smile was pissing her off! She originally intended to blackmail the principal like she did with all the staff members, but her female friends didn't have the stones to challenge the Amazon for some reason and the stupid male-students, teachers and janitors all thought with their tiny members instead of their brains... Everyone was smitten with this slutty, detestable, oversized bimbo! EWWWWW! They took away her main firepower! No, no, noooooo!! Her fists clenched. Why couldn't they see what she did? She saw RIGHT through her fake-ass kindness and she wasn't afraid of her because she was over seven feet! The brunette just had to totally go! Her throne was at stake... They were all idiots!! No matter, she did have a back-up plan: Her parents. If nothing else in her arsenal worked she could always refer to traditional methods and run to mommy and daddy. Both were prominent figures, wealthy, and held positions of power; her school was included in their jurisdiction. She planned to get her parents to have the principal sacked; replace her with someone much more flexible to the teen chick's will.

"You're going to pay for what you did to me in that gym... I'm THE QUEEN of this school, ME!!" She hollered pressing a thumb into her chest proudly.

"Once my parents toss your fat elephant-butt, I'll start cheering again and take my rightful place where I belong..."

Sabrina turned her back to her enemy to open the door right as Jenelle's midsection gurgled again, causing her to wince and rub her cramping stomach quickly. Ah, damn these huge chains of gas...

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Two somewhat silent bombs slid from her bodacious booty, warming her seat and becoming trapped there, helping her feel slightly better. That was only a miniature fraction of what truly needed to be released, however. She was beginning to feel sick.

"MOM! DAD! COME IN! NOW!!" Sabrina called out in a rude tone. "AND LEAVE YOUR COATS!"

"Coming dear," A proper speaking male's voice said.

"WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT YELLING?! I'M THE ONE WHO DOES THE YELLING AROUND HERE!!" A female retorted hotly.

"OH MY GOSH, JUST GET IN HERE!!" Sabrina shot back, stomping her foot.

Jenelle blinked, puzzled. They must be one heck of a family. She shouldn't criticize though... Her relatives weren’t exactly functioning on all cylinders either.

Rounding the long, beige corridor outside her office, two figures emerged; one was a pallid man sporting a silky velvet suit, his combed salt and peppered streaked beard fell to his chest. Thin golden frames sat in his nose. Beside him was wife, a lanky stern looking woman, her hair the same shade as her daughter's, tied into a bun. She was dressed in a striped blazer and knee length skirt.

"Ho ho, Sabrina, you didn't tell me that your new principal was a stone cold fox!" Mr. Eccelston smiled, stroking his long chin hair.

His daughter grumbled and rolled her eyes, as did Ms. Eccelston. He walked over to her desk, picked up her hand, bowed and kissed it, sneaking glimpses of her enormous rack. She hoped he didn't catch wind of her emissions... Not until she saw their intentions, at least.

"Howard Eccelston," He kissed her hand again. "Charmed Miss Rivers. By the way, I must add that your hand smells absolutely LOVELY—OWW!"

He yelped upon feeling his aggravated wife yank him by an ear and drag him over to a pair guest chairs placed next the round table to a few feet in ahead of her work table.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, NOT IN FRONT OF THE PRETTY YOUNG WOMAN DEAR! OWWWWW!" Howard cried as the two adults took their seats. The adolescent remained standing behind them.

"Way to stay faithful dad," Sabrina mumbled irritated, punching him hard in the shoulder.

"Ow!" He screeched. "Well you know I can't resist true beauty when I see it—*BAM!* OUCH!!"

"I mean you're gorgeous too honey—*POW!* OWWIEE!!"

On top of her mom stepping in his foot, Sabrina punched her father again. The last thing she needed was him, of all people, being wooed by this heifer's natural looks. He was supposed to be on HER side!!

"We're extremely busy people, so I'll get straight to the point," Ms. Eccelston sighed, rubbing her temples, folding her own slender legs.

"First, we want to congratulate you on your new position," She said.

"Yes!" Howard chimed in. "Congrats you stunning, hot babe, you—"

"Shut up," Sabrina and her mother spoke simultaneously.

"Thank you," The Amazon nodded, placing her hands in her lap. Another painful pang of pressure hit her. She shifted in her seat uncomfortably, nearing her limit.

"With that being said..." The adult blonde went on.

"There's a certain system already in place here... One that we, the Eccelstons, control. Cartwright belongs to us, understand? And you can either get on board with what we have going on, or we'll find someone else that will... Catch my drift, Missy?"

Sabrina snickered, content. TAKE THAT!

“Put our daughter back on the team… Or find yourself a new job.”

Jenelle frowned, leaning forward putting her elbows on her desk, glaring right into the azure eyes of Sabrina's mother. "Are you threatening me?"

Ms. Eccelston laughed snobbishly, throwing her head back. "Oh Miss Rivers! As a woman of Congress, I'm not in the business of making threats. I MAKE PROMISES."

"Is that so?" The principal gritted her teeth, her blood beginning to boil.

Nowadays, it took a lot to enrage Jenelle. She had calmed herself down tremendously since her younger rebellious days, but this woman had done it. Two minutes in and she had her fill. Enough is enough. First, her disrespectful daughter barges into her room and gets out of line, her pervert husband harasses her and most importantly, she has the nerve to put Jenelle’s new position in danger! For doing what she should have done a long time ago and put her foot up the smug brat’s backside! Now she understood where the cruel cheer captain got it all from. Just like her mother. Up until this instant she was already on edge due to the fact that she had been holding in her toxic emissions longer than she should have, now this! That was all she could stand. Sabrina’s parents had shown their colors, now it was Jenelle’s turn to respond in kind. She decided to gas the entire freaking family. She was making preparations for next week to properly turn Sabrina into her cushion, however since she was on the verge of bursting at the moment, today seemed good a day as any.

“I’m glad you brought that up, Ms. Eccelston,” She began. “That means we have something in common. See like you, I also make promises…”

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Sabrina’s eyes widened in terror. Still sitting at her desk with her meaty legs hidden under the large construct of wood she unbuckled her belt, kicked off her heels, then undid the zipper of her slacks.

“And I can PROMISE you that by the time I’m done, you won’t smell anything but my skid marks for weeks.”

“No…” Sabrina whispered breathlessly.

Ms. Eccelston cocked an eyebrow. “I beg your—”

She never got the opportunity to finish. At those words, Jenelle, jumped to her bare feet, all seven feet and four inches of her voluptuous frame; milk-udders swaying from side to side, ripping her slacks off of her lower half as if they were nothing, revealing her blacked laced panties. A small, delicate amount of fabric covered her lady bits and an intricate abstract design decorated the sides of her legs. She was all bare in the back; her rosy watermelon cheeks were exposed for the world to see; they reflected off of the ice-ridden window to her back; unless one counted the skinny lace running down the crack of her derriere or the strings that gently cupped the underside of her twin moon butt-pillows. Howard opened his mouth to compliment her height, amazing figure, and that fact that her alluring underwear was a VERY nice, nicccccce touch (oh it was wonderful), but before he could utter the first syllable, the principal leapt over her table and in a blinding burst of speed had his wife lying on the floorboards of the room. A fuming Jenelle sat atop her chest, Ms. Eccelston’s arms were pinned firmly down by her knees and her head was lodged between her sexy thighs all while she remained seated in the guest chair. The woman panicked, parting her thin lips to scream, kicking wildly off the ground, however, in another swift move, Miss Rivers spun around, planting her partly naked bubble-booty directly onto the older lady’s face, grinding on her to let the stink of her previous blasts sink into her brain; let her know the hell she was in for.

“Martha! …Well I’ll be…” Howard looked on terrified, but considerably interested in where this would lead.

“YOU GET OFF HER!!!” Sabrina bellowed starting to rush to her mother’s aid. She couldn’t let her family suffer the same fate she did! But it was too late. Jenelle craned her head to the ceiling, grunting, unleashing what had been plaguing her.

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Her first wave of farts all ranged six to eleven seconds, thundering out of her ass with the roar of a bear, once more clouding the office with a humid mist carrying the horrible scent of a dump truck. Sweat collected on the heads of everyone present, tremors from these doozies rattled along the ground, vibrating Sabrina’s body. Books fell from the shelves encircling them, the stack of papers at the end of the towering woman’s table fluttered to the ground. Father and daughter started to hack and gag from her raunchy plumes that sucked the oxygen from their lungs, they collapsed to the ground heads spinning, clothes sticking to them from their bodily fluids; the lens of Howard’s glasses fogging up.

“Guh…” Jenelle closed her eyes moaning in delight, enjoying the fact that she was finally able to rid herself of some real gas. Below her, she felt Ms. Martha Eccelston scream and squirm and struggle frantically, clenching her fists, pounding against her fleshy posterior, flailing her feet so much that she kicked off her heels in the process. She inhaled sharply, readying her next onslaught. She wasn’t done yet!

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Her next torrent of emissions were a sloppy, bubbly set of explosions lasting about nine seconds and brought a little something extra. Ms. Eccelston’s face was sprayed with bits of runny excrement that rolled her face upon hitting her while her horrid winds clogged the lady’s nostrils. Coupled with that, the fighting body that was Sabrina’s mother suddenly went limp; she blacked out and was no more. Howard Eccelston also succumbed to the rancid smell and was out.

Sabrina however remained barely conscious, wheezing for fresh air, various wet spots appearing on her hoodie as though she was pelted by water balloons from her sweat. Despite her best efforts, she had failed again. She was humiliated and even worse, her family had to whether the same torture she did two days ago. It… wasn’t… Fair… She just wanted… To be… Queen again.

Feeling loads better, Jenelle rose from her feet, glancing over her shoulders at the crap caked pale face of the unconscious Martha. Served her right.

“Screw your system,” Miss Rivers sucked her teeth.

With that, she strolled over to the teen blonde sprawled out near the exit of the office, feeling the squishy mess between her bubs squelch audibly. The door was still open to a crack allowing her stink to waft out into the main lobby and other rooms of the staff members under her. Sabrina looked up, blinking weakly, her light jade eyes turning to her. She mouthed something however, Jenelle couldn’t hear her.

“I hope you were paying attention,” She placed her hands on her hips, looking down at her.

“Because that is EXACTLY how your training is going to go. With you breathing in the farts from my "Elephant Butt" every minute of the day until this weekend. UNTIL YOU LOVE IT. And I assure you cushion… You will…” Jenelle grinned deviously as the girl passed out. She wasn’t worried about her parents, she could gas them until they gave into her demands. Plus they had plenty here to sway their opinions and change their attitudes already.