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Mother and Son Fart-Bonding Time He sat in the passenger seat of my family’s car as we went back from the mall, just him and his Mother. He is your typical 15-year old teenage boy, rusty brown hair combed up top and a green T-shirt with a pair of khaki pants, the only thing lacking in him is his height, barely five feet tall. Jason had not been blessed with the taller heights of some of his other family members; his Mother was the complete opposite. Stephanie was 40-years old and nearly seven feet in height, she was the giant of the family and an imposing figure on everyone else. She was also a stunning beauty for her age, always a sexy looking person even as a teenager, Stephanie grew into a mature beauty for her age, the desire of some of Jason’s friends. Her large 40F cup breasts pressed out her red shirt with three buttons at the top, the top two buttons were no longer able to come together because of the copious amounts of cleavage that had spilled over. The driver’s seat of the car had been pushed back as far as it could to allow Stephanie the ability to drive with her long legs and the pair of white pants she wore hug every curve on her bodacious ass and set of firm, strong legs. As she drove the family car her blonde locks of hair blew against the back of her seat as she started rolling up the window, Jason was eagerly awaiting what would happen next. A bassy and wet fart was pushed out of Stephanie’s ass and straight into the car seat, creating a muffling sound that spent tingles up the spine of Jason, who was immediately assaulted by the pungent, eggy stench of the fart. Stephanie had timed it perfectly so that the windows were up and the window lock was activated, not that Jason would have used the window anyway. The wave of overpowering gas attacked his face as he tried his best to not gag from the horrendous odor that continued to flow into the car, fogging the windows up a little as his Mother turned on the defroster to keep the windows cleared. Unfortunately that happened a lot when his Mother drove the car around as she would drop some of her farts into the air. The killer aroma of broccoli and cauliflower soon greeted the eggs as Jason smelled the effects of that egg salad that his Mother had eaten at home before heading out toward the mall. Jason had a few friends, but all and all was a loner; it was just his nature and his character. It wasn’t that he was entirely antisocial; it’s just his upbringing as an only child and the fact that he had become so devoted to his Mother’s life that social work became an afterthought. Because of that, he was willing to follow Stephanie around at the various stores and wait for her as she tried on new clothing and lingerie and shoes and rack up a hefty bill, half of which came from Jason’s own work. Yes, he had a part-time store at a fast food restaurant and gave half of his finances over to his Mother for her own personal use, but he was willing to do so, that and just the ability to be in his Mother’s precense and smell her farts gave him more than enough of a reason to justify that. To Stephanie, it practically gave her a slave, though she’d never treat her Son as degrading as that, it’s just that their relationship had grown so much through the years that the two were almost symbiotic of each other. And to emphasis there was never any sexual acts among the two of them, as his Mother had seen several guys since his father left at the age of four, but the reason for Stephanie’s continuous status as a single woman despite her incredible beauty was the smell of her numerous and god-awful farts. But in Jason, she had found someone who had appreciated all those aspects and was willing to do anything for her, so the relationship was natural. It was hardly any surprise that he had grown a fetish for both farts and tall and dominating women, since the majority of his life had been occupied by such. The damage had been done so much that there was hardly any point for him to escape his reality, one that he thoroughly enjoyed. You could say that the two shared a weird relationship, and you’d be like to assume that, but it was a way of life for the two of them, two family members living in bliss as one helped the other and the other helped the first. Stephanie would do all the usual Motherly stuff to Jason and he would likewise shower her with gifts, respect and adoration for the beauty that she was and the monster amounts of flatulence that she would release, but their relationship never went past that, never to any level that would be considered dirty, not that therapists wouldn’t frown upon it, but nothing illegal. “You know, you’d think after about 20 of those that I would finally be letting out of gas, but I still feel some more within me….oh wait….there goes some more, brace yourself Jason that one was rotten!” Stephanie said with glee as she began pushing out a nice five-second SBD into the car, stinking it up with another wave of pungent gas. “Phew I can smell that one…jeez Mom that was a beast!” Jason said in euphoria as he began smelling the overpowering aroma that continued to fill the car with a strong eggy and broccoli-smelling scent that really gave the car a “something-died” kind of aura. The wave of her smelly gas continued to fill the interior of the car as Jason continued sniffing the gas, up until the point that he had received enough and began pinching in his nose, though he portrayed in a playful manner as not to insult his Mother. The banter between the two was not unusual and it just reinforced the behavior between the two. She would fart in her Son’s precense as much as possible and enjoy the reaction she’d get from him. Unlike the other people who experienced her gas, he enjoyed it and tolerated it. Still, he’s play with her by complaining about the gas and behaving as if he were being tortured by the gas. “Come’on Jason, that wasn’t too bad…tonight’s Mexican food, you know HOW much you LOVE Mexican food night. If you’re pinching in your nose now…you’ll never survive tonight tonight….PPPPPPPPPOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!” Another violent burst of flatulence escaped from Stephanie’s ass as she felt the steaming vapors leave from her rear end. More chocking, heinous-smelling egg salad gas filled the car as Jason continued to play around with the horrible gas that was filling the vehicle. A yellow haze occupied the vehicle as the thick gas began to condense itself on the windows of the car. Reluctantly Stephanie turned off the power-lock on the windows and allowed for her Son to lower them as the thick fog of gas began to leave the vehicle and get replaced with fresher air from the outside. “Getting to you too?” Jason asked his Mother. “Oh no, but I don’t want to torture you too much, someone has to cook the food tonight after all, we can’t have you be passing out on me…once a day is good enough.” She said giggling as she waved the air in front of her, which continued to stink horribly of her rotten gas. She was referring to a scene earlier that morning which involved gas from the high protein breakfast that Stephanie had eaten, in an attempt to keep her strong, physique even at her age of 40. She began cutting a few of her farts, very rotten eggy-smelling and saw as Jason slowly lost consciousness from the eye watering and headache-inducing flatulence that had a large coverage around the house. Even in a house as big as theirs, it was a typical suburban single-family home; Jason was not immune to some of the more heinous farts that his Mother typically released. It was a common scene with her, having to breathe in the wonders of her putrid wind, hovering over the driver’s seat of her car at an almost constant basis. Long after she even left the vehicle the gas would still hang around, slowly dissipating. There were times that Stephanie would arrive back in the vehicle after a long day at work and swear that she could still smell some residual gas from her morning commute. In an attempt to keep her job she’d have to fart a lot of her gas in her car on her way to and from work, holding in what she was forming while in the office. She had survived nearly five years without any major incident at the office, not since her former job which ended after she had cut loose a series of lethal farts releasing rotten egg gas into the office that sent three people to the hospital, including her boss. She has watched her gas, as she saw this new job as a more promising one and one in which she could work her way up. Her interest in life were different from her work, but this kept her incoming stream going and going up at the same time, so she had to make the sacrifice of keeping her gas under control. Gassing out the classroom in school was one thing, but when one’s income was on the line she had learned that restraining from farting was a better solution than just letting it all go, especially when that rarely went well for other people. A couple of more minutes had passed and the two had arrived at the mall. As they pulled up to a parking space Stephanie felt a powerful bubbly sensation within her bowels and had to release some more gas into her seat, a hefty amount of gas. She pushed forth into her seat a series of four farts, each lasting more than five seconds and creating several large plumes of her flatulence to fill the car even more than it was already filled. “Mom!” Jason said in a “Jesus Christ!” kind of tone as he started smelling the rapidly increasing smell of rotten eggs that usually followed such rapid-succession farts, especially from his Mother. She began laughing up a storm as she turned the car off watched her Son as he made a move to quickly open up the door away from the vehicle as the cool November air mixed with the warm flatulence his Mother had just released. There were times in which she would torment her Son by locking the doors and forcing him to relish in the killer stink in her car, but this wasn’t one of those times. “Excuse me…those were pretty good huh?” She said as she started to gag from the egg salad-smelling gas that continued to fog the windows. After turning the car off she laughed as Jason opened the passenger door and left the car in a heartbeat, leaving the gas chamber that his Mother had left for him. She sat there for a Moment, feeling the wet spot forming on her ass from all the humidity that was produced from her superheated farts, smelling of her rotten gas. After a minute of basking in her stench, she was ready to leave the car, not because she wanted to enjoy it some more, but because she had enjoyed it too much and too much of her gas, even to her, was a bad thing. “Well, I’ll try to hold it in….but you know me…” She trailed off into a series of giggles as Jason did a face palm and started to follow his statuesque Mother into the mall. Following behind her he could still smell the strong lingering stench of his Mother’s gas. Even a minute or so after her last farts in that car, the area around her tight butt continued to smell worse than anyone could have done after a meal of refried beans and eggs. The two entered the mall and began walking around the large hallway as the usual throngs of people looked in wonder at the tall female that Stephanie was. She was used to the looks, after all there were few people in that town that were even her size and it was very likely that she was the tallest person in that community as it was. There was still that haze that hung over her body from the rotten gases that she had been releasing, but it was slowly dissipating. Jason continued to follow his Mother around as she entered the first store of the day, the lingerie store. “Welcome mam…um is there anything we can do to help you.” An eager teenage male associate had walked up to Stephanie as she began looking at the bra section. The problem with a female like her who was used to continuous growth was that her breasts were getting bigger. They were straining her current bra, a creamy white contraption that was meant to hold breasts in the larger F cup range, she felt that she was now pushing G or even H status on her bra size and needed to upgrade to something that would hold in her bountiful mammeries even more. The associate could see that Stephanie was likely the biggest woman he had ever seen and saw this as a jackpot for him. “Okay Jason…help me take this off and put on this first one.” Stephanie instructed as Jason stood up on the bench inside the room and helped his Mom take her shirt off. From his height on the ground, he was at about eye level with his Mom’s breasts, so he had to get a step up to help her unhook her already big bra and put it on the floor, smelling the sweat from his Mother’s breasts as he took it off. For a Moment there her breasts protruded out in all their glory. Her mature, massive orbs of mammary flesh hung from a dignified position as Stephanie took a look at them and how much they had grown in recent months. She had these growth spurts throughout her life and that meant her breasts were always in a constant growth. In high school they were large D cups, about 40 D, now they were past the F range and as magnificent as ever. Her breasts were now larger than small basketballs and were closing in on volleyball size, but with her tall stature they were still well-proportioned so that they did not overwhelm here. Jason had helped his Mother put on the first bra, a lacy bright red bra that rested around her chest with a decent fit. A big surge of silent and deadly gas climbed its way out of Stephanie’s pants and into that dressing room, attacking Jason with a foul burst of stinky, eggy gas. He had to hold his hand over his nose and mouth as the ugly-smelling air started to fill the room. He stumbled a bit as he got down from the bench and started to sweat from the sudden rise in air temperature that was the result of the pungent gas that his Mother had just passed. It smelled like a strong dosage of manure and eggs and it was as overpowering of a smell that he had ever smelled from his Mother, a true testament to her growing nature and the growing power of her farts. His eyes teared up and his mouth started to taste what tasted like shit as he breathed in the smell from his giant flatulent Mother who had just cut that silent stinker there in the room. Standing there with her hands on her hips and looking at her beautiful body in that white bra, she inhaled the warm fumes of fart gas that she had let out and smiled with pride. As the smell intensified, Jason left the dressing room and moved away from the dressing room door as several people around had noticed the powerful fart smell, everyone wanted to know who had cut that thing. Among the people who had become a bit curious about the smell was a guy who looked like he was in his 30s, a guy with messy black hair around the top of his head with a beard growing, he started smelling the gas and his eyes became teary-eyed as he started to inhale the fart fumes. As he saw the others leave the room, he continued to sniff the air and appreciate what had been created. Jason watched from a small distance as he saw this guy approach the door, but saw that he did nothing else but smell the fart gas and rub against his crouch, “appreciating” the smell even more. “Phew that was rotten!” Stephanie laughed as she opened up the door to let out more of her toxic fumes into the air surrounding the dressing room. It was a light yellow fog that hung over from all the wretched gas she had just passed in that silent fart. People around her were gagging profoundly as the smell of her silent fart continued to spread. When Stephanie released an SBD into the air, it had the tendency to claim as large of an area as possible and to fill it with the sweet perfume that escaped her butt. This fart was the biggest in terms of coverage from her egg salad that morning than any one previous to that one and it was clear from the people moving away from that part of the store that her fart had amazing coverage. She waved the air around her as she walked back over toward the associate who was surprised to see that the fart didn’t come from her Son. “Oh, so that wasn’t from him?” The associate asked. “Oh God no…not that one at least, that was from me. Only I can let out a fart like that and man was it a doozy. You should feel the seat of my pants right now; they are soooo warm and moist. Speaking of which, I need to find some underwear too. Oh, and I’m just going to keep this bra on and pay for it up front, it does fit so much better than this old one…here you go boy.” She tossed her old bra into the hands of the associate, who wasn’t sure for a Moment on what to do with the bra. He felt the warmth on the two overused cups that had once contained Stephanie’s chest. The fabric was stretched out from the continuous growth of her breasts and the bra smelled of the sweat that had gathered in Stephanie’s cleavage. Still, nothing could overpower the rotten gas that hung over the area, which was a fart that would remain in the store for quite some time. “Sure…here you go, down this way.” The associate walked Stephanie and Jason over toward the panties where she assured him that he could go, seeing that his eyes were bailing from the pungent, eggy odor that surrounded her body, when she cut her SBDs, she cuts them good! “Thanks sweetie and enjoy that bra kid, it helped fill some pretty big cups, but once the breasts get bigger it can only hold in so much.” She laughed to herself as she walked through the aisle that contained some lacy panties that she was in the mood for. Jason looked around at some of the panties himself and thought about these hugging around his Mother’s beautiful caboose. She took a couple of white ones and a couple of pink ones that were extra stretchy to fit around her ass and walked back to the same dressing room as she was in before, since no one wanted to enter it now with her gas still simmering inside. Shrugging her shoulders as she walked inside Jason followed her in to be there with her. She took off her pants and threw them on the floor and added a little more of a fog in the area from the insane amount of gas that continued to hang out around the inside of the dressing room. Now his Mother was standing there in a pair of her white underwear. Despite the fact that she was in the precense of her Son, she was taking off her underwear to show off her bare ass and all her private parts. Her Son didn’t bat an eye at the sight as it was something he had seen before. She gave the pair of underwear to her Son and watched as he joyfully took the XL pair of white panties and breathed the dirtied seat of the underwear which had been buried inside her ass crack, near the heart of the beast that was her asshole. “Damn will they every quit?” Stephanie laughed as she waved the air from around her ass some more, giving her Son more than a hefty amount of her unpleasant gas. She turned her butt toward her Son and started waving more of the fumes in his direction. He was getting a faceful of his Mother’s pungent gas and it only grew stronger as he smelled more of it. He looked at his Mother’s butt and saw that the panties looked very good on her, encasing her beautiful behind as it continued to release its gas. After a minute of basking in the stench she stood up and grabbed her pants to put them back over her ass. She told Jason to keep her old pair of panties as she walked out of the room and saw that the smell of her farts had taken over the entire store. Opening the door out of the dressing room, the gigantic Stephanie Jones had seen that only a few people were left in the store and they were all worried about the smell and the creator of it. They looked at the Mother and Son and expected an explanation to it. “Pardon me…I’m a bit gassy!” Stephanie said as she had her hand over her nose. “Excuse me miss, but we would like for you to leave, it reeks like eggs in here and it is deterring all the customers away.” The manager of the store walked up to the tall Mother who smiled and said she’s leave. With Jason following behind her she made a quick escape for the store’s entrance, but not before letting out one last ghastly SBD that burned Jason’s eyes as he quickly came up to his Mother’s side to avoid the worst of the gas. A couple of people nearby passed out as wicked sulfur smells of Stephanie’s silent blast attacked them. As they left, the guy with the messy black hair followed close behind, taking in the unbearable odor of Stephanie’s fart and watching where the two were going. “You know, I should tell you about what happened when I had chili for lunch the other day at school.” Jason was ready to begin his story, but got interrupted by something else. The guy from earlier had finally tracked their location and began to approach the table, asking Stephanie if she sought an audience. “Excuse me mam…but were you the one who farted back there in that clothing shop a little while ago?” The man asked, causing Stephanie to become a little troubled by such a comment. She enjoyed an audience sure, but she thought it was more unusual for someone to bring it up later. “Why does it matter?” She said shrugging her shoulders as she looked up at the guy’s face. “Because I admire the strength and power of that fart, and I’d like to help you make the most of that power.” “Excuse me? You admire the power of…my farts?” Stephanie was a bit aghasted at what the man had told her. He invited himself to sit down next to her as he began to explain his position. “If I were to rate you above all the other farters I’ve smelled before, ladies like yourself, I’d have to rate you a 10 out of 10, I mean that was just amazing, I’m still trying to get over the stink you left there in that shop.” “Then I’m sure you’re gonna love this.” Stephanie said as she leaned her body slowly toward the right, the Mexican food was already going through her and she could detect the movement of gas out of her anus, she was letting out an SBD. The air around that table had started to warm up as the smell of rotten meat and vegetables began to overtake what was a rather pleasant-smelling odor. People nearby started sniffing the air and began questioning each other about the originator. Stephanie had always like the advantage that females had in which they were usually never presumed as the culprit. Only the people who knew Stephanie a little better knew that it was her, since there typically wasn’t anyone else like her. In this food court, few people knew who made the smell, but it started to become a bit clear as the first couple of rings of tables surrounding Stephanie’s were emptying as people had determined a general source of the gas. The guy had to pinch his nose as he too was insulted by the fart’s foul smell and his mind started going into a bunch of places as he thought about the goldmine he had just struck. After a minute of gagging and coughing he could only say two words back at Stephanie. “I don’t know Mom…that guy just sounds a bit suspicious.” “Yeah I know. Why do you think I released that fart right there, I wanted to get rid of him…….but that idea about making money off of my farts, that’s kind of cool. Maybe we should hear him out Jason, and see what happens.” Stephanie concluded as the two of them continued to finish their meal and finished up. She walked around the food court saw that it was still empty. A worker at one of the nearby restaurants, hurt by the sudden lack of business, had given her a dirty look. “Jesus girl…that last one looked like it packed a punch.” The guy said as she started to take a whiff of her latest creation, still clinging to her clothing like a disease that fought hard to die. “Mom…..” Jason groaned as he heard his Mother talk about her beauty. He knew it of course, but he didn’t like when she promoted it in his face. Stephanie giggled as the guy smiled a bit at the comment. He knew very well that she was right in her assessment of her body. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her views, but another whiff of the eggy gas that clung to her body snapped his body out of it. “A website…for farting?” Asked Stephanie. As much as she was always enamored by the prospect of her farts, she didn’t know about any kind of fetish website. She had tried bringing up her gas stories on medical websites and blogs, asking for opinions, but her stories always seemed to blow people away and many had thought that they weren’t even true. The accounts of Stephanie’s gas seemed more like a fantasy in and of itself more than actual fact. “I never knew a woman’s gas could be so…enjoyable. Most of the guys I come across think it’s the opposite, they’re appalled by it. Which is odd given how guys usually fart around each other and stuff like that, secretly I think they’re jealous for having me rip bigger ones than the. I think that’s kind of cool though and I relish in the opportunity to show a man his true place on the pyramid of flatulence…but that’s just me.” Stephanie laughed a little as Max took in all of this, making his expectations of her grow even more, could she really be the perfect person. “Oh Miss Jones that’s amazing. You could become my new centerpiece model, a true example of what makes us guys enjoy this stuff. There’s quite a niche following for guys who like the farts that come out of a woman. We aren’t as prevalent as some of the other fetishes, vore, feet, breasts, stuff like that, but we are a heady community and always looking for someone who can both satisfy us and be satisfied themselves.” “Tell you what…how about you pay a visit later on tonight to our place and I’ll give you my answer. Maybe I can share more of this precious gas with you hon…how about that?” Stephanie asked as Max shook her hand and agreed. She gave him their address and told him when to show up. Afterwards, she and Jason were on their way back to the family car. She had a hurried look as she hustled through the parking lot back to the car. When she entered the car and sat down she let it out all…a ton of gas. PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB “Yeah…and?” “Cleared out the entire classroom the next period. Windows were open and kids were holding in their noses, three of them, all silent but deadly.” He said with a little bit of pride as she patted her Son on the back. “Oh don’t worry Jason; I don’t care if you watch stuff of that nature. Hell with me I’m sure you’ve been…turned on by gas. You’re exposed to it all the time and coming out of a beaut like me….well I can see the appeal in it for me…” “Maybe.” Said Stephanie in her best Fat Bastard voice. But it became very obvious that she had let out a silent fart into the car, polluting it with a fresh amount of her eggy gas. The fart wasn’t as strong as some of the others, but it still packed a punch. “Look Jason, it’s fine that you get turned on by these farts, I mean it’s weird sure, but with you I understand. Hell if the situations was reversed, I’d bet girls would get turned on by your….” “If you’ve watched videos that show girls letting them rip like this please let me know…were they any better than me?” She quickly leaned her ass over as she continued down a main street and blasted out another masterful fart. Jason’s eyes watered as he tried to take in all the pungent odors from the booming fart that his Mother had just cut. Very much so was it a powerful blast and the smell just made it all the worse. Jason was finally laughing as he recalled his Mother’s question. “I don’t think any of them were even close to what you just cut there…God does it stink in here!” He said as his Mother rolled down the windows a bit, as the smell got to her just a little. “But Mom, what I was reading there was that this guy can’t be trusted…that he’s a jerk toward his other models.” Jason interjected, trying to recall what he had read up on the guy. “Okay…does the name Claudia Sanders mean anything to you?” Jason asked as his Mother turned her head over and gave a “what are you talking about” look. “Yeah?” “Well….she is one of the models on that site. I know it’s her, I can recognize her looks from the times she’s been over at the house.” “You mean she’s a model for that site, that she farts on it?” Asked his Mother in disbelief. “Well, you two have had farting contests before, I heard you guys last New Year’s Eve when you were playing cards, you were both going.” “Dear, most of those were mine! I obliterated Claudia in that contest and it wasn’t even close. One of her farts is maybe a small squeaker from me. And you mean that she’s on that website too?” “That’s right.” “Well then, Max is gonna love me then when he realizes just how bad I can be…I’ll be the biggest selling model on that site.” Stephanie felt a warm feeling in her bowels as she thought about the pure financial motivation that could help her. Never did she think that her farts could actually make her money, but now she did. Truth be told, Claudia was a good farter in her own right and Stephanie knew her farts had the kind of appeal that would make her Son go hard…if Jason didn’t know about Stephanie herself. The problem Jason had on those websites was that the wretched action of his Mother’s farts trumped everything he saw on whatever video he downloaded. Thus was Jason’s curse. His foray into the fart fetish was a result of his Mother’s farting and the power they had over him. It was a natural outgrowth of admiring something that came out of his own Mother, but it also diluted everything else he saw about the fetish. All these stories and videos of girls ripping ass meant nothing to him after hearing a pants rumbling fart of heinous stench from his own Mother’s behind. There was still the part of him that hated the fact that he enjoyed his own flesh and blood farting up a storm. He never wanted to have any attraction to his Mother beyond the typical love and support any child should give his parent. He was spoiled rotten with the pungent and numerous farts that his Mother released daily and he knew it, hell he wasn’t sure of what he would do after high school when he ventured off into the world. He would know that every time he would see a girl let one rip or smell the eggy odor from a cute girl’s butt that there was always something better, and it came from his own Mother. Talking about the many tales of his Mother’s gas had always been a thought to him on the fart message boards, but he was scared that people would hound him out as some sort of pervert, only interested in incest, if only they knew the pain he felt in being deeply in love with his Mother’s farts without being deeply in love with her. There was a difference, a balancing act that he had to play, but the two worked in such connection with each other that her behavior made it easier for him to love her farts without loving her sexually. Of course, there was also something that rumbled deep within him when it came to farting too…something that few people knew. “Just to let you know Mom…Claudia was kicked off that website for disagreeing with Max, or so the story goes.” Jason had dropped the bombshell on his Mother as they pulled back into the driveway of their house. Little did he know that she had a bombshell waiting too. With the car back in the driveway when Stephanie had one more fart to let go, and it was a doozy. “Boy that was bad…I am on fire today.” Stephanie replied as she stepped of the car and waved the air behind her butt, trying to get rid of the gaseous stink that hung over. Jason was smelling the area too, but tried his best not to be turned on it. The two of them made it back into the living room before Stephanie had reminded her Son of something. “Jason…you still have to get the clothes out of the car.” His Mother instructed as she stepped into their living room. He sighed to himself before proclaiming that he’d do it in a minute, he was only trying to get a little fresh air before he had to reenter the gas chamber that was his Mother’s car. Any car trip that involved these two eventually involved a gas chamber creation from his Mother, the degree was simply just how bad it was. He had conditioned himself to appreciate the potent stink that would come from his Mother’s ass from her rapid, constant and powerful flatulence, but each experience was always something new. He would always get a chuckle when he would read up on the various fart fetish boards about people who had experiences with breathing in a girl’s fart and the impacts on them. For Jason, it was everyday life, and he LOVED it! Still, he had to get a breather every now and then before he’d reenter that gas chamber. His nose felt the condensation of the humid fart fumes that filled the seat, he could still feel the smoldering heat from the farts as he started taking in the gas. One whiff alone had filled his head with the richness of his Mother’s gas. He could smell the individual parts of his Mother’s egg salad, including the vegetables she had eaten and the protein shake and milk she had drank. There was a brief feeling of lightheadedness as he inhaled each new whiff-full of her gas and took it into his body. The powerful vapors from her gas smelled of decaying vegetables and hard boiled eggs and it overtook every other sense in his body. He could taste a little of what his Mother had farted out, he could feel its heat, he could hear the gas simmering of off the seat, he could see the wet spot that had formed from all the humidity of the fart and then he could smell…dear Lord could he smell it. Over and over again, he smelled the seat, trying to suck up anything else that had been there from his Mother’s bowels. After about a minute of smelling the seat he finally had his full. He backed away from the seat, slowly processing the richness of the gas he was sniffing and he began walking back toward the trunk. He opened it and took out the four bags full of clothing, especially new pants and panties and took them into the living room. His Mother was lying across the couch, which was a newer couch that stretched seven feet and saw her Son’s nose, it had a shade of red and she instantly knew what he had been doing. “How was it?” His Mother, looking as majestic as ever, lying across the couch, had asked. “Decent…kind of weak I must admit.” “Yeah, I figured by that point it would have been…those two girls your age sure as hell through they were stronger…man did you see the look on their faces.” Stephanie began laughing as she recalled a scene from earlier in that day in which she was in the aisle at another store, looking at a pair of panties that could fit around her loud caboose. Two other teenage girls, normal height and dimensions, about Jason’s age, were standing nearby. The girls were impressed just to be in the sight of such a lovely woman as Stephanie, older, more mature and curvy than either of them, but when that silent eggy smell started to enter their noses they knew that this woman also was a stinker. A wave of Stephanie’s putrid gas filled the aisle and forced the girls to choke on the fumes before passing out. Waving the air around her rear end as she pushed out that monster of a silent fart, Stephanie could only giggle as she moved past the two bodies of the teen girls who couldn’t handle her gas. “I know…they just started sniffing the air and as soon as I heard the gagging and coughing they fell to the ground…it was sweet that you placed their bodies upright so that they at least woke up sitting on the ground, thanks for that sweetie.” “Yeah, at their age I would have been able to send unsuspecting boys into a coughing fit from the gas from my butt…even as they craved that thing. God was I a stinker back in those days, I could clear an entire classroom with a few bitefuls of chili…give me the whole thing and I could empty half of that school…no joke Son.” She said as she recalled her high school days. “There are days I imagine that kind of stuff from some of the girls at school, just to smell one of your farts in that building and to see how they’d react to it.” Jason paced around the living room as he heard a rumbling in his Mother’s stomach. “I think she was disgusted that I was looking at those panties Mom.” “I don’t know…the way her nose started to wrinkle up and the way she rubbed her eyes. I think there’s more to that than before. I’ve seen that look too on many of my victims; you had cut a silent one there too. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, you should be proud of your…” “Okay, okay, so I let one go. Can we stop this?” He asked, a little embarrassed from his Mother finding out that he had farted in the store as well and caused a girl looking for underwear to be inconvenienced. At first Jason wanted to wake his Mother up to tell her that dinner was ready, but he saw a better opportunity, a chance to sniff his Mother’s butt. Smelling the gas in the car had really gotten him off a little and cooking all this gas-inducing food had really made him anxious to see it enter his Mother. Knowing that, he began kneeling in front of the couch, checking first to ensure that his Mother was still asleep. After seeing that her sleep was still on-going, he positioned his face right up against her ass, the juicy and firm ass of his own Mother. It was an awkward scene and downright weird for most humans, but with these two it was not the first time. He took his nose and started to breathe in the raunchy, shity smell of the flatulence that still hung over her ass. She hadn’t cut a fart in quite some time, but the effects of her previous farts still remained. He began inhaling the rotten egg scent of her gas for a few seconds, taking in all the goodness from her ass, but that’s when it started to get windy…really windy. Jason had suspected for some time that his Mother’s farts had been getting worse, they had been for her whole life, but this was all the proof he needed, the power of this fart alone was greater than all the ones she had cut in the car, and those were the smelliest and foulest he had smelled in a while. His eyes burned as his tears tried their best to obscure them from the windy conditions with his face nearest to his Mother’s ass. Finally, the heat and power had become too much for him and he simply passed out there with his face pointed up toward the ceiling. After yawning for a Moment his Mother got up from her lying down position and started to smell the rotten air around her, it really was a masterpiece by her standards and that was saying something. “My that stinks….hooey I am lethal today!” She said as she stepped on the carpet, missing her Son barely and stood up. She saw her Son lying on the floor and already had guessed what he was doing. Seeing the food prepared on the table though she knew it didn’t matter. “Well, you’ll be up shortly…but I’d better leave before I collapse to that smell…Jesus Christ that was a bad one!” Stephanie said to herself as she blew the air around the front of her face. The smell of her massive, stinky fart had filled the living room and was now heading around the house. More than likely this would be a fart that would fill the entire house, and it sure wouldn’t be the first one. Usually though the room where she had cut the fart, “Ground Zero” as she called it, would be the only room that even she avoided. She walked around the living room as she smelled the heavy smell of eggs and shit that now hung over the room. Her fart’s strength continued to grow as it took an awful long time for the power to go away, another hallmark of her farts. As a teenager she could clear out a room and leave it smelling for 10 minutes, now she could do it for an hour if she released the right fart, and this was the right kind of fart…a massive and putrid fart that would hang over for a long time, a fart to be proud of! Jason got up no more than ten minute later as he saw that his Mother had already began eating her dinner. She sat there at the table in the same white pants and tight red shirt. Her massive rear end covered the seat with her awe-inspiring globes continuing their onward mission to expand the fabric of the pants even more. Stephanie’s ass was always the envy of anyone who considered themselves a fan of the derriere. Her ass was a forbidden fruit for any kid who looked at it in high school, and it was only until they took a whiff of what came out of it that they realized the lethality of being next to such a gorgeous toot, clearly something that fine must be treated as if it had a mind of its own. Secretly, she loved playing that game with boys, and men of her own age too, watching them become hypnotized as she walked around with her two globe-sized meaty cheeks bounce up and down in a pair of tight spandex or jeans and when the guy was close enough she spray him with the most rotten of farts imaginable, a silent wind that would strip the guy of any of his own breathing air and replace it with her butt fumes. She’s giggle at such a sight, seeing that her butt had claimed yet another victim. She’d play this game in high school and she’d play it in college and in her real life, there was nothing quite like it, and it ended the weird glances at her ass. A decent sized toot came out of her ass as she leaned over to the right and began to eat her second of ten burritos. A person as large as Stephanie demanded her own appetite and it was a large appetite at that too. She saw her Son walk into the kitchen as he slowly made his way to the seat. His own appetite had been lost for a brief Moment but the smell of his Mother’s most recent fart. It was the first of what was bound to be many farts produced by the Mexican food that his Mother was eating. She saw her Son sit down and greeted him. “Hey there sleepyhead…feeling better from your sleep.” Stephanie laughed as Jason nodded his head. He began sniffing the air; already the stench of rotten meat and beans was filling the kitchen from the first of his Mother’s many gaseous farts. It was a strong smell, but one that was easily withstood by the two of them. “Oh yes…you smell it don’t ya…how about this one… PPPPPPPPAAAAAAAAARRRRPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTT!!!!!....and this one…. Stephanie was laughing her ass off she leaned over to her right, her left and then her right again as she blasted off three steaming farts out of her ass. The smell of cheese had joined the rotten meat and beans as the air started to become contaminated with the usual stench of Stephanie’s killer farts. Jason’s eyes started to water a little as the raunchy gas filled the air with a slight yellow scent. The scent grew in power as the next minute passed by, Stephanie couldn’t help but to laugh even more as she took in her second burrito and began pushing it into her face as she ate the contents of the burrito. After finishing the burrito she placed her hands on the table and raised her body up slightly as she began pushing out among her biggest fart as of yet. PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Stephanie had cut yet another fart as she began to work on her latest burrito. The amazing part was that she had only eaten two burritos so far and she had already cut six farts. The smell was intoxicating to Jason who was already about to jizz in his pants from the mere thought of his Mother getting even gassier, and from the nasty smell he was taking a whiff of, she was right. “How can that be Mom…how are your farts getting worse?” Asked Jason. “Well, you know how I went to the doctor’s earlier this week. They checked out my digestive system and told me that my farts had been getting more numerous and that the smell of them was the worst they had ever smelled. They actually had someone take a whiff of it and they passed out…way too much sulfur was in the fart’s smell they said…they said that if I ever ate some cabbage I could clear out that entire office…we have to try that sometime, eating cabbage and see how stinky these farts are getting.” She continued laughing as Jason continued to smell the farts that had filled the air. “I just wonder how bad those things can get.” His Mother nodded her head and then took out the big bowl of beans and demonstrated just how lethal her farts had become. Taking one spoonful she ate it and then leaned her ass over to let out a small fart. PPPPPPOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRPPPPPPPPPP!!!!! With each spoonful she had ripped another fart, it was becoming obvious to Jason what was happening, just one spoonful of beans was enough to give his Mother gaseous wind, and with each fart the stench in that room grew in intensity as she continued to eat the beans, farting after most of her spoonfuls, Jason could only look with astonishment as the smell in that room continued to deteriorate. “Pardon me…I’m REALLY gassy!” Stephanie said to herself as she started laughing even louder to her Son, looking at her is disbelief. He continued the wave the air around him as his Mother’s gas continued to compound itself even more, producing a deadly stink that was only getting stinker. The windows in the kitchen were fogged up as the wretched stench of Stephanie’s gas continued to fill the room over and over again. Stephanie had to check her pants for a Moment to make sure that there wasn’t anything wrong with them. After reaffirming that she hadn’t crapped her pants, but that she her jeans were still feeling warm from all the rectal gas that exploded from her. Dinner was finally over and Stephanie was feeling herself full from the gaseous meal, and to make things worse…or better for Jason, her gassiness was only just beginning. As she got up from the seat she began ripping out a series of bubbly farts out of her big tooter to the astonishment of Jason. More gas poured out into the kitchen and filled it with yet another impossibly toxic blend of Stephanie-produced flatulence that was sure to cause a stink. She had recalled a trip to a Mexican restaurant with Jason a couple of years ago on one of her gassiest days. Stephanie had tried her best not to let go of her gas as they sat there in the restaurant, but once there was too much of that gassy food in her system, she had to release. Leaning her ass over to the right she pushed out what seemed to be a massively-sounding fart, but instead was the deadliest and most silent puke-inducing fart imaginable. Every table around her had people pass out as everyone began screaming about the horrendous odor that was filling the restaurant. Jason was very embarrassed for the whole thing but also enjoyed smelling the gas from his Mother. It was from this event that he knew it was a better thing to have her fart repeatedly during meals and not to do it all in one burst, that one burst might be too deadly for anyone to handle, speaking of which, a very pungent, more so than any other up to this point, fart had just entered his nose. “He…he…’scue me Jason.” Stephanie laughed to herself as she began inhaling the dreadfulness of the gas, filling the kitchen with the most rotten aroma of all. Jason would reawaken on the couch of the living room as the air slowly dissipated around the house. Stephanie had turned some fans on as she went outside to get a little fresh air so that she could call for Max to come on over. As she walked outside she carried a large pot full of baked beans that she had warmed up following dinner. One of the best characteristics of Stephanie, besides her voluptuous features and disgusting farts, was that she was a big eater. As she grew up in size her appetite grew up and even with her family the biggest portions of meals were always devoted for her stomach. She tore through food like a shedder through paper and it was no surprise that her farts were so tremendous in their strength afterwards. 30 minutes had passed as Stephanie waited on the front porch of the house for Max to show up. It allowed her some time for her to let her gas build up as she contemplated what Max would do. Finally, his fancy black sedan arrived in the driveway and the guy stepped out of the vehicle in the same clothes he had on earlier. Out came Max, looking as cool as he could look with a pair of sunglasses on. He walked up toward the front porch and opened up his arms to embrace Stephanie. The smile on his face gave the impression that he was very much waiting for another encore performance from Stephanie and as her stomach bubbled with more gas forming, he would get what he was wanting. “Ahhh, excuse me.” She laughed as the smelled of eaten-up baked beans began to fill the area around Max’s face. He waved the air around him before complementing Stephanie on her enormous belch. “Better believe it. I had some big ones during dinner, which was Mexican food by the way, but with this pot of beans I am going to be even more loaded. As it is, it usually takes me ALL NIGHT to let loose of all the gas that builds up within me. Of course I eat a lot so that just means all the more gas for me!” She laughed as Max continued to get excited for the gas that would take place that evening. He asked Stephanie if he could get his video camera and tripod out and he went in and retrieved the equipment and brought it into the living room. Jason had already gotten up when he saw Max walking around the living room. The thoughts were going through his mind, this was the guy that everyone was talking about on the forums, the video producer of these fart videos, this supposedly vile scum, and he was in his house. It had seemed like all roads within the fart fetish community were now coming through his house. “I say you have that boy trained very well. Some of my models have boyfriends who are very loyal to them. They take part in the videos and become the ‘victims’ of their girlfriend’s farts. It’s very hot to see them blasting farts in their faces like that. Does what’s his name….Jason receive such treatment.” “Oh yes. He’s been on the receiving end of more of my farts than I care to count. His father too got a lot of my ass gas, naturally it’s one of the reasons he decided to leave me. This was way too much for him to get, he couldn’t handle the smells that came out of my booty and there are days that I don’t blame him. But Jason has remained loyal to me to the bitter end and he appreciates me for the gaseous beauty that I am. The fact that I’m his Mother helps too of course.” “Well, we I was 15 years old, my gas was already something else. I was also a stinky little girl, except for the fact that I wasn’t that small; at that point I was 5’11 and active in cross country, volleyball and softball. All that energy meant that I ate big and I crapped big, the toilet in our house would get clogged all the time.” “That’s amazing to hear. My website does pride itself in having females who could take big dumps. Due to certain rules we can’t show the actual logs but we can have a video of you on the toilet. If you would like we could also film some of that…are these dumps of yours explosive?” “Explosive…as in loud. Pretty much, even today I can wake my Son up at times. But they were worse when I was a teenager. I could keep the family up, clear out the house with my stink and clog the toilet on almost an everyday basis, I was bad!” So my parents took me in to see a specialist on the subject and while they couldn’t do anything to control my gas, they gave me this pill that helps suppress the size of my dumps. Now, much of the material that would be used to produce big logs of shit are instead infused to create gas.” “More gas?” “Yep. In fact, it’s part of the reason that my gas production has been getting higher through the years. It doesn’t mean that my dumps aren’t going to be big, they just aren’t super-large. When it came to the choice of having to clean the toilet all the time or bare the gaseous stink of their darling daughter’s farts, my parents chose the pill option. Sure they smelled my farts more, but at least they didn’t have to unclog the toilet as often. Even today, I rarely clog up the toilet, but that’s not too bad of a thing I think.” “You know I must say that you remind me of someone I used to have as a model, they come in and out all the time as you may or may not know.” “I don’t. I’ve never ventured into this sort of thing before, who is this model that you speak of?” “Oh this one chick, decent looking but kind of unattractive too. I found her from around this area and she seemed to be okay. The farts were okay and it seemed to be doing fine, but we had to let her go.” “Because she was a bitch in the end. She kept on asking for a bigger share of the money from the movies. Sadly that’s what many of these girls do it for. You see, a guy like me, I see the potential strictly from a fetish position. I’ve liked the farts from a girl for a long time, I admire hot sexy bitches that are willing to let rip with their best farts. We’ve seen many models come and go, most of whom I’ve meant with at certain times.” Max started to sound a little sure of himself as he relaxed at the back of the chair, smiling about his envious position. “You slept with them?” Stephanie saw through what Max had been saying and asked the question. “Well, in a way yes. That’s one way to get with the girls and to acquire about their gas. I won’t approach you with that, you’re too special. But that’s how you got to play the game; you have to play with the girls before you get them to sign on to the site.” “Yeah, speaking of that…how does the whole thing work anyway?” Asked Stephanie as she clinched the inside of her stomach, she felt the beans start to do their work, but felt that it wasn’t time to let go with her gas just yet. “I thought you said you would give me my own site?” “In due time Stephanie in due time…first we have to see if you are marketable, if you can provide the sufficient income to justify such a mood…that’s what went wrong with Claudia, she wasn’t profitable.” Max’s tale started to get Stephanie a little mad, as Claudia was among her best friends. “I thought you said that she was into the money and that was why you kicked her off.” Max had to think for a Moment before he came up with a response that that particular statement. “Hey Stephanie…you want to go out, get something to drink to talk this over…it’s a matter of economics dear, it wasn’t that we wanted more money or she did, it was just that it didn’t work out in either way. That is the case when you get into this business, it’s cutthroat, but if you have the credentials to make it big here, and I most certainly think that you do then there’s nothing to worry about. Let’s head out and talk it over Stephanie, I can see that you need to rewind.” Stephanie could see though Max’s technique however and asked him for one thing before they went. “Hey Maxy…would you like to take a whiff of my gas before I go, I mean you did say you were a fan of the fetish, right?” “Oh sure.” “Good, then get over here and kneel before my crouch and get your nose planted in there for a nice juicy one!” Max seemed more excited about the prospect of getting to smell one of Stephanie’s booty blasts and was eager in kneeling on the floor. She positioned her body so that each leg was around the side of Max’s kneeling bodies. He looked up at the marvelous body that Stephanie possessed and the bursting tits that protruded from her chest across her shirt. But he looked more into the space in between her two thighs on the couch as he stuck his head in there and got ready to receive some of her dreaded gas, he just didn’t realize how much it would be. “Oh jeez Mom that was a keeper!” He said as he waved the air around him and opened the back door from the kitchen to air out the room. “Why don’t you get our guest ready…tie him up.” She said with a smile as she got up from her seated position and stood there at the unconscious body of Max with his face buried into the cushions of the couch. Jason finally braved the gas’s unholy aroma and grabbed Max by his two wrists and dragged him into Stephanie’s bedroom. A half an hour had passed before Max had woken up on the Stephanie’s bed. His two wrists were handcuffed to two posts on the back two corners of her bed, giving him a crucified position. His two ankles were tied by nylon ropes to the other two posts at the front of the bed. He had been reduced in clothing down to his underwear, showing off his rather uninteresting looking body. This guy, who promoted himself as a ladies man, someone who was tough and charming was reduced to a pathetic imitation of himself while on Stephanie’s bed. His eyes opened and he began screaming a bit as Stephanie had finally opened the door to reenter the room. She carried with her a couple of large cans of beans and a two bowls full of broccoli and cabbage, all of which had yet to be eaten. And then the biggest horror came for the guy, he saw in a corner of her room his own camera, pointed at the bed. “Oh good Maxy, it’s nice to see that you got up. I hope that you are comfy; I’m going to relax myself as I gorge myself on some more food. I took a dump while you were out so my stomach is ready for some more fuel.” He looked at Stephanie and saw that she had taken off most of her clothes as well. She was only wearing the pink panties and white bra that she had bought earlier. Her overpowering size and precense could be felt in the room, the situation was hers to own and do with as she pleased. She laughed as Max started looking at his handcuffs and started thinking about the predicament he was in. He didn’t know exactly why she was doing this, but he had had the impression that Stephanie was some sort of dominatrix or something that got a kink out of torturing guys with her farts. In reality this wasn’t the case, but she was planning on something big for him. She took out a sheet of paper with an email she had recently received from her friend Claudia. “Yeah.” “I’m friends with her…best friends in fact. And you were right to recruit her for her farts, she’s good. Granted, I’ve beaten her in every fart contest we’ve ever had, but I’ve done so with every other person I’ve ever met, all my life. I have had a good 30 years of fart dominance over all my competitors, all of them. I started out when I was ten, competing against two younger brothers, it was a massacre. All I’d have to do is eat a can of beans and the contest was over. The same goes for anyone else.” Stephanie then poured the first can of beans into the same pot and took a wooden spoon into the pot and began munching away. “Alright, so you’re very gassy. I like that, is this about having your own website Stephanie because we can always renegotiate…..” BBBBBBBEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLCCCCCCCHHHHHHHH!!!!!! Max’s plead had been interrupted by a belch from Stephanie’s mouth, a byproduct of the beans and glass of Coke she was drinking. “She wasn’t selling well, and besides, people keep on stealing my content and posting it online for free, we’ve been losing money across the board, probably because of punks like your Son there who goes on websites where they tear down my good name talk about all these ‘bad things’ that I’ve done. It’s all slander and lies Stephanie. I found out very quickly that Claudia wasn’t about the fetish; she just wanted more of the money. That’s the problem with the whole thing dear; you can’t find enough people who want to do for the sake of doing it. There’s people…like yourself who don’t need money for it, but enjoy to share their farts with the world and with the kind of farts you have it would be a terrible waste not to share. And then there’s people like Claudia who think the whole thing’s nasty, they’re repulsed by the whole thing of letting one rip and they do it just for the money. They wash their hands of the nastiness once they get their paycheck. I’m hoping we can reconsider, because I believe that you are that first kind of person, the one who enjoys it for the farting.” Max had finished up eating just as Stephanie had finished up her first pot of beans. Putting the pot of beans on her desk she started leaning toward the right as she began pushing out a deep and bubbling fart from her butt. “Much better…but look out there’s more stink coming.” She giggled to herself as she filled the second pot of beans and began gorging herself on the new pot of beans. Max continued to struggle as he received all three blasts of flatulence from each fart. The first wave would hit him with a renewed stench of burning garbage and beans and the following two waves would attack with a slightly more intense precense of her gas. The gas filling the room and compounding itself with the first retched fart stink to produce something that was horrifying Max. “Oh what’s the matter, it stinks a little too much for you. That helps to explain your practice of only having one fart or so per minute of video. Claudia told me all about it; she said that she could have farted several times in a single minute but that you objected to it, insisting that she should shake her ass a bit before farting again. At first I thought it was just a way to get the viewer of the video aroused, but then it just dawned on me, allow me to demonstrate for you. She took in a few more bitefuls of her beans before sitting the pot back down on the desk and got up from her seat. She walked over toward Max’s body looking all seductive and sexy and stood to the right of her bed with her ass pointed in Max’s direction. Her big ass was about two feet away and because of her height it easily rose above the bed itself. She started moving her ass around, shaking it so that each butt cheek would rise and fall from the hypnotic movement. Max’s member was starting to rise as he forgot about the deadly stink hovering over the room and saw Stephanie’s ass. Through his mind he kept on thinking….this was worth it. PPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAABBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!! She heard Max start to scream as he started breathing in the painful dosage of Stephanie’s flatulence. She took her right hand and started waving the gas from around her butt and in the direction of Max’s face. Grunting, she started unloading a series of farts. The last fart had started with a trumpeting sound before descending into pure silent hissing territory. Incidentally it was the worst smelling of all her farts, a foul skunk-smelling fart that blinded Max in the eyes as he started thinking about reconsidering anything he had told Stephanie. At this point, he was thinking about giving her the website as it were, hell he’d give her 100% of the sales from her videos. The smell of the farts still made him think that she was the perfect model for the site, but that would only happen if he survived the evening. Stephanie went to sit back down in the chair and continue her beans as she allowed for the cloud of noxious gas to hover over her bed. She had stunk up her bedroom plenty of times so the smell wasn’t affecting her too much and it likely wouldn’t impact Jason either, but Max was visibly uncomfortable by the toxic aroma of Stephanie’s butt blasts. “I think Claudia was right Maxy…you are scared of smelling a woman’s farts, or at least a lot of it. You always thought that girls farted, but only in small enough dosages so you could stand being in the room. Claudia had hooked me up with some more girls from your websites, mostly former employees and they said the same thing. You didn’t allow for them to fart more often, mainly because too much of the smell would have looked bad to you. I mean…..” “Ahh beans, gets me every time. Get comfortable there sweetie it’s gonna be a long evening. But as I was saying…whoo that had a strong stink to it, let me know what you think of it Maxy. So as I was saying, it wouldn’t look too good if you had admitted that smelling too much of a girl’s fart would make you sick to your stomach. You enjoyed smelling the farts, but only in small dosages, so you told the models that they couldn’t just fart continuously, no, they had to wait and do something for a full minute before they released another fart, by which point the smell in the room would dissipate. You would then package the film, saying that there were a ton of farts in there when there were only a few. They told me the whole scheme, and all because you couldn’t handle too much of a female’s farts.” “No…no…no…that’s not true. That’s impossible; those girls are all just slandering me to get back at deals gone bad. All my enemies would use that sort of thing to get back at me. The reason I’m having trouble taking in your farts is because yours are much smellier than the other models. I wanted our customers to have the best bang for their buck and have long videos with girls farting in them. We’ve gotten better at this in recent times.” “You’re getting off topic Maxy, you were saying.” “Right. I have to calm the models down, get them into the feeling of farts. It’s not exactly the most popular subject to film and I need to ease them into the feeling of letting off the farts.” “That’s only an opinion…nothing more my dear, only opinions. And my enemies will be quick to use their own opinions to justify what they consider to be facts. They get the two mixed up all the time…I notice that there’s an oniony smell with the fart, did you eat those earlier.” BBBBBBBUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRPPPPPP!!!!!! “Oh my, those are going to create quite a stink…I’m gonna leave for a few minutes and just let you whiff those up…buh bye.” She got up from her suddenly warmer seat and walked through the column of her gaseous smell and left the room just in time for Max to start screaming, he was in pain now from having to smell her latest farts and as she was very correct, they did create quite the stink. |
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