It was Monday morning in the Jones household and alone in her queen-sized bed Stephanie was just waking up from her slumber. It was way too early in the morning for her but alas she had work to go to. Underneath her blanket it was already reeking, a raunchy eggy aroma had slowly staled inside the confines of her blanket, layer upon layer of potent gas had created a chamber of nasty miasmas. But all of that was about to be pulverized by the newest wave of gas to flow through her overworked intestines. She slowly pulled the cover so that her face was looking out at the alarm clock. She was lying on her left side as she nursed a big gas bubble within her. It was still dark inside as the sun had not yet risen. Sighing, she resigned herself to the predicament about to behold the household.

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Stephanie let rip an absolute behemoth of a fart! It was loud and strong, it rumbled against the walls of the bedroom and made rhythmic pulsations throughout the house. It boomed on and on, the first real release of gas from between her massive buttocks of the day. She could feel her blanket, still covering her lower body below her neck, flapping from the surge of windy gas that erupted from her. For nearly 30 seconds the fart rattled on, letting the only other occupant of the house know that mommy had woken up. She stopped for a few moments after her fart had subsided just to let the shock of this massive eruption work itself out. The sound took a few seconds to finish echoing down the hallways of the house and the rumbling had stopped.

But then she began noticing the aroma, oh dear God was it bad! She knew that eating all that spicy chili for dinner last night was a bad idea. The lingering smell inside her bed during the night was evident of that. But those were merely the appetizers to a much nastier concoction developing within her bowels. The smell was evil, a high and mighty sulfureous combination that brought tears to her eyes and made her nose convulse from the smell’s potency. This was a stinker of a fart; it was as smelly as it was long. One second of this fart could have cleared out her bedroom in an instant, 30 seconds of it was bound to make the entire house smell of its potency.

“Jesus that stinks!” Stephanie’s nose crinkled as she felt the extra heat of her powerfully aromic disaster. She threw her blanket onto the bed as she sat up in her bed. This unleashed the rest of the lofting stink for the entire house to bask in. This was a bad fart, it defined what a truly smelly fart would be like.

Her blond hair was a mess, needing a good washing and combing before she’d be on her way to work. She sat there wearing a tan-colored bra, sized 40F for her rather impressive rack. As big as her breasts were they didn’t look out of place on her massive 6’11 frame. The bed squeaked under the weight of her nearly 200-pound body with plenty of that weight distributed in her giant ass. She felt the hot gas populate her bedroom and it had grown so foul that she was on the verge of gagging.

“Mommy? Mommy?” The door to the room opened up as brown-haired kid, only four feet in height entered the room. As Jason opened the door he began hurling as he took in a nasty whiff of his mother’s fart.

“God Mommy…that WAS you!” Jason had come in to ask about the generator of that rampaging ruckus, his exposure to the smell was evidence enough that she was the one who had delt it.

“Morning sweetie. Yeah, that was me…sorry.”

Jason had his nose underneath his shirt, coughing the whole time. He quickly left the bedroom and made it toward the kitchen. The fart had woken both of them up but it was time for him to get ready for school anyway. Stephanie turned on the lights and got herself up, letting off a few occasional toots in the process as she made her way into the bathroom to clean herself up and get ready for the day. Her farts continued to rumble around the house, a few nice blasts in the bathroom and shower and then some back in her bedroom, but the aroma of that one big fart was still king among all the aromas. Jason had turned some fans on and opened the windows and for a time the air quality had returned to more normal conditions.

Stephanie had finally gotten dressed for the day and walked into the kitchen. She wore a white button-up shirt with a short, black mini-skirt. Her long shapely legs were encased in dark nylon stockings. Standing a dominant nearly 7-feet tall in her bare feet, she looked even more imposing in her high heels, which also made her impressive calf muscles stand out as she strutted around. To Jason his mother was a giant, walking around as the kitchen floor shook with her footfalls. She pulled out a carton of eggs and some bacon and started fixing her some bacon, egg and cheese sandwiches. Six of them along with a glass of milk and some protein powder put in. At 35 years of age, she was quite shapely of a woman but she wanted to improve her strength and size as best as she could.

Jason was turned on, in a way, by his mother’s power. With his dad out of the picture for several years Stephanie has been the only dominant figure in his life, so he admired her. And really, of all the mothers one could have in the world Stephanie was among the best. Cute, well-mannered and kind to her son and whenever he had any problems in school she was quick to sort them out. After eating her breakfast, she was feeling the gas surge within her. She leaned over against her seat and began ripping them.

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“Whew. Excuse me. Went right through me!” Stephanie laughed as she watched her son’s eyes open out. The acoustics against the seat were rancorous and the smell of her farts were breathtaking. Already she was letting out some doozies as she stunk up the kitchen in her nasty eggy fumes. Even with the windows open there was simply too much more of Stephanie’s massive stinky farts.

“Damn mom. You stink so much!”

“Thanks, hun…well, it’s time we get you to school.”

“Right.” Jason got up and got his backpack ready for school. Stephanie had also left the kitchen to get her suitcase ready for her day at the office. In the time it took the two to move about the house to prepare for departure Jason had made a quick deviation back to the kitchen. The smell of her farts still hung proudly all around the room, but it was against her wooden seat where the smell was the most intense. Her got on his knees and took in a deep whiff of his mother’s handiwork. The seat smelled incredible, maybe the strongest concentration of sulfur anywhere in the natural world outside a laboratory. But his experience was short-lived.

“Jason? Time to go!” Stephanie shouted from the door leading into the garage.

Stephanie drove a very nice car down the suburban roadways toward her son’s middle school. Despite it being a pretty nice car, it did have a lingering aroma within it, which was only enforced by more of her constant farting.

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Stephanie brapped a deep penetrating bassy fart into the driver’s seat as she sat at a red light. The fart’s noise was very distinctive and it made Jason very warm as he knew it was about to stink a whole lot more inside the car.

“Sorry hun…mom’s got gas.” Stephanie let out a quick laugh as the smell of her revolting gas grabbed a hold of the both of them and plunged them into a deep and sinister gas chamber of her post-breakfast gas. The windows were fogging up as the smell of rotten eggs and old meat had strangled any leftover clean air in an instant. The smell was puke-inducing, it was nasty, it was profound and it was all Stephanie’s. She started laughing as she began to realize just how disgusting this was.

“Jeez mom…that one was bad!”

“Not as bad as THIS one!” Stephanie gave her son an evil smile as she lifted her ass slightly over the seat, unleashing some of the remaining gas that the seat had trapped in. That was all blown away by her next powerful fart.

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Now this was a car fart! The sound of a tuba coming out of her ass roared throughout the car. The last fart was a mere toddler compared to this more grown-up effort. Jason could feel the hot windy gas blow throughout the car as she executed the long 16 seconds worth of ass ripping that was required to evacuate this fart from her bowels. He had his hands over his mouth and nose as he began to breathe the aftermath of this beauty of a fart. It had been nearly as toxic in smell as her early morning fart that had stunk up the entire house. But inside the comfy confines of her vehicle the smell was so much more concentrated. Her fart made him nearly lose his entire breakfast, his body was fighting the urges to throw up as Stephanie laughed her ass off. To him it was a profoundly nasty affair yet to Stephanie it was nothing more than a satisfying breaking of wind.

“Woo! That one burnt coming out!” Stephanie had now resumed driving, she took her right hand off the steering wheel to fan some of the gas over in Jason’s direction, not that it was really that necessary.

“Smell it! Smell that fart!” Stephanie laughed as Jason was now shifting over to the right with his head pressed up against the window. As predicted she had turned off the power windows on his side, as soon as she had started the car so he had no respite from this vicious smelling gas.

“Oh yeah, breakfast is now served!” Stephanie smiled again as she pressed her ass straight on her seat and began to make weird and terrible noises. Over the next ten minutes this was repeated on several occasions, a burping-like sound against her driver seat as she ripped more ass. None of her farts reached the pinnacle of that big one back at the traffic light but the smell of that one fart alone lingered all the way until they had reached Jason’s school.

“Alright, enough of mommy’s gas chamber for now!” Stephanie pulled up to the curb. Her son was quick to open the door to get some fresh air.

“Love ya!” Stephanie blew Jason a kiss as he got out of the car.

“I love you too mom.” He responded back. As much as Jason wanted to admit it, he loved smelling his mom’s farts. He was enjoying the whole thing, it’s just his body had a reaction to such farting, he could love it but still be sick to his stomach of it. Of course, Stephanie had gone easy on him. Once she had left the school it was no holds bared inside her vehicle. She broke great thunder inside and created a more noxious odor inside the car as she drove off to work. With no audience now she could pollute her car as much as she wanted, staining her seat with release after release. She released three times as much gas in that car just on her morning commute than the normal human did on their gassiest day!

Stephanie worked in a high-rise tower in downtown at a small business firm. They occupied one of the higher floors in the building with a staff of about 30 people working, with others working in other parts of the company elsewhere. She was one of about 15 who worked in a cubicle-like setting on the main part of the office, taking in calls within a certain department of that business. It wasn’t exactly the kind of job that she had been looking for when she started getting into business, using her college degree for taking in calls and the like, but she figured it was yet one step on a ladder to a higher and loftier position where her talents might be more useful. Unfortunately for her she had run into little success in moving up and was now becoming more the ire of many of her coworkers.

Stephanie had unloaded the vast majority of her morning farts in her car, leaving it a smoldering gas chamber for which the smell would still be very dense even when she came back to drive it home in the afternoon. She mingled around with the other workers as they made their way to their various offices. She was naturally much taller than virtually anyone else so she stood out quite a bit. Stephanie was quite a statuesque woman so many looked and ogled over her, but sadly none of those people worked in her particular office.

Notably today though several in the crowded elevator could noticed the strong residue of her car farting. The smell of rotten eggs was flagrant throughout the elevator as she rode it up to her floor. No one was pointing fingers and few would suspect that it was her but she could see the discomfort among her fellow coworkers as they coughed from just the lingering aroma of her past farting. As much as she had wanted to let slip a small tactical fart inside the elevator, she didn’t want to force any of these people from not being able to do their jobs. After all they weren’t the ones that were more mean to her in the first place.

That was reserved for two of Stephanie’s “closest” coworkers at her own place of employment. She walked past the receptionist and clocked in for the morning, several minutes before it was time for her to start her shift. She saw those two standing in a cubicle as she passed them by, Jeffery and Gina. Jeffery was a redhaired guy several years younger than Stephanie, just out of college and practically still in the frat-boy mold of his university life. He was in a relationship with Gina who was far more dangerous of a woman. The blond was quite beautiful in her own right, wearing makeup and a blouse that accentuated her cleavage and wooed the unsuspecting newbies like Jeffery to her side. She played up her “pleasant” attitude around people, including Stephanie, but she hated her deeply inside.

Mainly it was for jealousy reasons, Stephanie was bigger and arguably more beautiful than her. Gina was a jealous woman for those reasons and she’d see Jeffery look at her constantly, afraid that he might take a good looking and dump her completely. But there was another reason that she hated Stephanie and it was evident as the nearly seven-foot woman began strutting along. Stephanie was very evident of Gina’s real behavior toward her so she saw no symphony when she began crop-dusting the cubicles around her.

It was a small fart, any big house-shaking farts in this office would immediately out her and get her terminated on the spot, but small farts were never truly small for Stephanie. She let loose a tiny three-second fart one time in a gym while working out and the place had to be evacuated for 15 minutes to air it out. She walked past the two gossiping in their cubicle and smiled straight at Gina. It took a few moments before the smell reached her. Gina was nearly sick as Jeffery was waving the air around him. They both knew that Stephanie had just blessed them with a scorching hot silent but deadly fart. The smell was intense but very localized, focused primarily on their small part in the cubicle. They both gave each other looks as they shook their heads, furious at Stephanie’s bowel vaporal discharge.

But it was only two minutes later when their boss, an older gentleman, Mr. Clark, came walking by when he caught a whiff of that smell. He saw the two still talking in the cubicle, having disregarded the smell after a minute.

“Time to get to work Miss Smith...you too Walker…and for the love of God, keep that shit at home. It smells like a barn in here!” Mr. Clark plugged his nose as he looked at the two in disgust. The boss strangely figured that the smell came from Gina as it smelled like a far more powerful feminine fart than what males were able to produce. His time with a pretty gassy wife showed him that, but he had always figured that it was Gina and not Stephanie who had been polluting the office and it pissed her off royally.

“Yes sir.” Jeffery responded back to his boss as Mr. Clark walked away, gagging more. He passed by and saw Stephanie sitting there, already getting onto her computer and getting set for her list of tasks for the day.

“Jones….morning.” He nodded his head over at Stephanie, she returned the nod back to her with a quick “sir” at her boss. The two had a generally neutral relationship, he was unaware that the farting had been from her and she frankly liked it that her gassiness had made him madder at Gina. But the environment was turning more toxic by the day as those two were not too pleased with her efforts. In their general part of the office it was mainly those three plus a couple of older women who were on good terms with everyone.

Back in Gina’s cubicle though, she was still breathing in the lingering vestiges of Stephanie’s gas. She was starting to really hate her for her farts. She texted Jeffery, who had since returned to his own cubicle and together the two hatched a scheme.

“I’m tired of smelling her fucking farts!” Gina texted to Jeffery who responded with some laughing emojis, before agreeing with her.

“Yeah. She stinks too.” He texted back.

“You got that special spice laxative?” She texted back. Jeffery sat back in his desk as he heard something disgusting from Stephanie’s direction.

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“Damn! What’s fucking wrong with her?” Jeffery waved the air around him as the smell of Stephanie’s fart traveled over in his direction. It was just as bad as her nasty crop-dust previously but now it was more concentrated in their section of the office. He heard his phone buzz and checked his text messages; it was Gina again.

“Help me get rid of stinky Stephanie. OR I’M DUMPING YOU!” She texted at him. Jeffery shook his head. There was no way he wouldn’t want that to happen. And Stephanie had been farting too much over their months working together.

Jeffery had kept a small vial of a laxative in one of his drawers. He had waited for the right time to use it to prank someone and the way Stephanie was going today he knew it might just be the best time. As the morning started, he made a quick trip to the break room where he opened up the fridge and found Stephanie’s lunch, a black bean egg salad that she had cooked up that morning with a thermos of her protein shake and some juice to down it all. It was all good for a fit woman like her to digest, though it would lead to some pretty potent farts later in the day. Jeffery emptied the contents of the vial all over her lunch, letting it soak in. Now he just had to wait for the embarrassing fireworks to come later on.

But before then, Stephanie was still dropping her morning farts right there in the room. There was some distance between the three of them and everyone else so Stephanie’s farts disproportionately affected Gina and Jeffery more than about anyone else, not that Stephanie seemed to mind given the nature of her fellow employees.

It was nearly a half an hour after she settled in for the day when she felt a strong surge of gas within her. She could hear Gina laughing with her annoying laugh and Jeffery was busy messing around with her as the two were goofing around. She tried her best to get through her work but sometimes the two were too loud to help her concentrate, so she sought to take care of that. She looked all around her to make sure that no one was around to see her let rip a nice fart. Leaning over to her right she pushed a nice juicy one out.

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For almost 15 whole seconds Stephanie pushed out a moist-sounding bubbly sensation of a fart. The fart’s noise was duck-like in sounding, quacking its way as she broke her nasty wind. The cushion of her seat was able to subdue the fart and bring down the potential pitch but it was still loud enough to be heard several cubicles away. It droned on and on for those 15 seconds as Stephanie could feel her stomach deflate. When she was finished farting, she sat back down and took a sigh of relief, but she was quick to gag as she took in a whiff of her fart.

This fart had all the trappings of an egg-produced aroma mixed in with her protein. That made the smell rather potent. A fart as wet as this one too carried with it a slight hint of shit merged around. She would probably need to take an impressive dump later on but she was going to wait until she got home before she did that, the office’s small bathroom would be devastated if she took one of her normal dumps on it. She heard Gina gag and cough as she breathed in the stench of Stephanie’s warm and eggy fart. The smell flared up against her nostrils and filled her cubicle with its evil residue. But it was her seat that had taken the absolute brunt of the fart.

Stephanie lowered her face toward the seat cushion and she breathed in the rich fumes of her fart. It smelled as if she had burnt eggs on a grill and thrown in animal maneuver all over it, leaving being a smell that burned its way up her nostrils and polluted her mind with its raunchiness. And it was ten times stronger than anything Gina or Jeffery could smell. Not that it mattered much.

“She’s so damn sick!” Jeffery texted back to Gina as he coughed more from Stephanie’s fart.

“I can’t wait to see her go, what the hell does she eat?” Gina responded. Their conversation continued as they were now anticipating what would happen once she ate her lunch.

Every few minutes she’d lean over and blast out another fart, each one was nearly ten seconds in length and carried varying degrees of severity in stink level. They all though smelled pretty uniform to that first wet-sounding fart against her seat and with that they replenished the air quality of the office as the morning progressed. The farts would follow a simple cycle of polluting her cubicle and the surrounding area and slowly dissipating. She wasn’t really letting out any of her worst farts in here, she knew better than to not to that. If she had unleashed the full magnitude of her powerful gas in that office it was likely Gina and Jeffery would be hospitalized by its nastiness.

It was after 11:30 in the morning when Stephanie got the summons for a department meeting in the afternoon. It wasn’t a big deal, it just meant she’d have to be in the conference room for an hour or so after lunch. As it were she was looking forward to lunch when noon came around. She walked over to the break room, with some of her lingering stench hovering around her skirt. It was noticeable when her favorite two co-workers were in the break room at the same time.

“God that smells horrible!” Jeffery complained as he smelled Stephanie’s black bean egg salad cook up in the microwave.

“I’m sorry?”

“That food. Do you just eat eggs every day?”

“Eggs are good for you, this is salad.”

“Ugg…salad.” Jeffery moaned his dislike for healthy food. As expected with a person of his caliber he was off to get some greasy burgers for his lunch. Gina had a microwaveable meal she brought in from home with her.

“Salad or not? It obviously is doing nothing to improve your bowels.” Gina was quick to turn the subject to what had been subjecting the two of them all morning long.

“My bowels?” Stephanie played coy with them. Of course, she knew that they had been smelling her farts, she just didn’t care enough about it.

“You’re cutting the cheese. There, is that a better way of saying it?”

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about. Cutting the cheese…jeez you sound like my son.”

“Steph, we know it’s you. You’re farting everywhere!”

“Farting? That would be very unladylike. You sure it’s just not you being obnoxious and whatnot?”

“No, it’s definitely you. One day you’re going to have to answer for that. It’s not good in an environment, it’s rude.”

“That’s why I don’t…as you say…cut the cheese. Get out of here with that shit!” Stephanie laughed the two off as she picked up her egg salad and carried it back to her cubicle.

Stephanie began eating her black bean egg salad, food that was loaded with all the components to create some very powerful and loaded farts. And that was before she even picked up any of the laxative that Jeffery had contaminated it with. She chugged more protein shake in the process along with some water. She knew that this stuff would give her some bad farts but she was strong enough to hold the bulk of it in until after work.

However, Stephanie was inadvertently loading up her bowels with some potent energy. The beans alone were doing an amazing job as being digested and with the egg salad she was creating some high-level amounts of gas. Her bowels were making quick work on her lunch but it was the laxative that was sending her stomach into somersaults. She could feel the bubbling taking place as her stomach worked hard on the food. It was becoming pretty evident that something was wrong with her food as she felt a hard pain against her gut, the food had really turned itself into some sort of gastronomical disaster for which she was being loaded with bomb after bomb.

But before she had any chance of relieving herself, she had the conference to attend. The room had a long table with about 20 seats around it.

“Alright everyone, let’s take our seats. It’s time we have our conference meeting.” Mr. Clark had the rest of the office team sit down at the table. Stephanie stood out among the others as she struggled to get fitted into the seat, which wasn’t designed for people her size. Finally, they began to discuss the various issues that the boss had wanted to discuss.

“Another boring conference meeting.” Stephanie said quietly to herself as she sighed once again. It wouldn’t be that bad of a thing but the way her stomach started churning she knew something was going on and whatever that something was, it wasn’t good.

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Her stomach was already protesting the meeting, the sound of it grumbling was heard by those in the room but no one really was able to put together what the noise was about or why. Stephanie began rubbing her stomach, trying to calm it down. Instead, she could feel the intense bubbling taking place.

“Ooh, I don’t feel so good. Come on Stephanie it’s just a little gas, I’m sure you can hold it in.” She told herself as she rubbed her stomach. As much as she wanted to calm herself this kind of gas buildup was only going to get worse and lead in the obvious direction that such a buildup was destined for.

As for the work at hand, this was your typical meeting about how things were going and what each person needed to accomplish for the next. And the meeting dragged on, going longer than Stephanie had expected and her gas was building up fast. She needed to blast one out and quickly, but she suppressed it longer and longer.

It was an hour and 20 minutes into the meeting and still it seemed like it wasn’t ending. Now Stephanie was feeling some serious gas in her rectum, it was just sitting there, needing to be relieved, there was a lot of action taking place within her, surging around and scurrying about, needing some release. She was in pain, doubling down with all the nastiness within her.

In the rhythmic, squeezing flex, bubbles of intestinal gas worked their way down to her anus, the sound of her bubbling gas was creating a distinct, hollow, reverberation. Her face quenched in pain as the gas was released in a deep, gentle murmur. The groan of her stomach was starting to make audible noises that those near her could hear, it was distress that was only building up. Then, all of the sudden there was a long and tumultuous gurgle of her digestive fluids sounded like the voice of several dozen bubbles popping, as her stomach churned away at more of her lunch.

This would go on for another few minutes and the sound of her grumbling stomach only became more noticeable. Jeffery and Gina, both across the table from Stephanie were trying to keep from laughing out loud as they knew Stephanie was becoming uncomfortable from the whole experience. What they didn’t know was that Stephanie was about to bring the whole house down. Because of the nearly 20 people in the room there would be potential suspects all around if she let loose a fart that was quiet. And doing so, using the cushion of her seat and her sphincter’s incredible skill she began letting loose a nearly 30-second-long expulsion of gas, knowing all too well that it was about to end this conference meeting really damn quick.

Stephanie then let out a silent but definitely deadly blast straight into her seat, the rather toxic gas being quite hot in temperature, slowly hissing out into the seat over a long period of nearly 30 seconds. She had to keep a straight face the entire time but it was clear that she was feeling some sort of relaxation as she slowly released her rotten garlic and eggy gas that also reeked of rotten flesh and fresh feces being quite strong. Before she was even finished with her fart it was really beginning to soak the insides of the room in nothing but her stink. The fart was a true killer in every since of the word, a conference room-clearing fart par excellence. It was a dense, wet fart that was quickly picked up by every nose in the room. They began taking in sniffs of it and the smell was insane to comprehend. Several began coughing and gagging profoundly.

Stephanie was taken off by the strength of this aroma and coughed herself, incidentally shielding herself from any blame for having created such a beast of a fart. All the men were looked to by the women as immediate suspects. There was a potent taste and smell and it quickly filled up the conference room. It was an absolutely horrid smell, reeking of rotten eggs and raw sewage that had been soaking together with spoiled garlic and, as everyone could now smell and taste, a rather greasy, oily moldy cheese flavoring, giving everyone an up-close and personal tour to Stephanie’s digestive system. Of course, no body was able to really acclimate to this horrid gas as Stephanie’s source of air had obliterated the senses of those closest to her. There was no way to breathe properly with the raunchy smell of her fart. And it only grew in strength, expanding by the second as the smell became denser and smellier for the next few minutes. The meeting was immediately called off.

“That’s it! We need to get out of here!” The boss got up and was the first to leave the conference room. Everyone quickly filed out. The fart had gotten out of control and the smell was so bad most were quick to declare that there must have been some sewage pipe broken nearby, or maybe even a dead animal in the ventilation system.

“I’ll get you guys a copy of the rest of the notes, get back to your stations. We’ll call building maintenance and see if we can get to something about that smell.” Mr. Clark announced as Stephanie returned to her cubicle with Jeffery and Gina nearby. They were both too busy gagging from the smell to snicker at Stephanie’s bomb of a fart. Everyone else seemed to have bought the busted-pipe story but those two knew better that it was Stephanie who had farted. Not to mention the fact that they both knew of the laxative scheme.

Back in Stephanie’s cubicle she felt the floodgates open up, that long SBD had cleared out her rectum and she was now loading up with some rather pungent farts. She leaned against her seat and bit her lip as she felt a powerful burst of gas ready to departure. She began farting up a storm, over the next half an hour she had farted nearly 15 times, long and deafening farts that were trapped up against her seat, the farts couldn’t be heard by many people but the smell of them was making its way around the office now, but with the announcement that the smell had come from someplace else she figured she could now let it all out and not be blamed for it. However, she did notice that her farts had taken on a new form as she continued farting, they were getting worse fart by fart.

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“Woah.” Stephanie said to herself as she felt her seat rumble under the fart. Quickly she began smelling the damage from the fart. There was no doubt about it, her gas was now weaponized and was quickly turning from strong smelling to dangerous to inhale. The smell caused her to double back as she felt her stomach churn again. More bubbling, more rupturing was going on as she felt another fart ready to burst out.

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“Oh jeez…what’s come over me?” Stephanie asked as she felt more strong surges within her bowels. She clutched over as she took in more of her nasty gas. Her earlier farts had paled in comparison to anything she was smelling now. All around her, the stale smell of rotten eggs, fresh manure and swamp ass filled her nostrils, a smell so pungent and rancid she could have been running her your life. And then she heard even more of that ominous gurgling and groaning noises coming from within her, not sure if it was more of her stomach gas, or something filthier. Another fart was ready for release.

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Her fart came out very gross, she felt moisture with this one and the smell was off the charts! It had the same severity as that long conference room fart and now it was traveling throughout the office. The sound was still being muffled up by her seat somewhat but Jeffery and Gina could both hear it. They were trying to find the strength just to laugh at Stephanie’s discomfort but they were being smothered by the nastiest air they had ever experienced. The smell was high in the fumes of rotting eggs and building shit. Animals dying and decaying had a slightly more pleasant aroma than what was wafting out of Stephanie’s ass. At long last the two had finally had enough and made it over to Stephanie’s cubicle.

“Okay, that’s enough! Stop farting!” Jeffery was yelling now as Gina was about to scream, getting the attention of Mr. Clark or anyone else who could hear them.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t know where that smell is coming from, something’s broken in this cheap ass building.” Stephanie tried laughing as she was playing with the two even longer.

“Bullshit, that’s your stank ass I’m smelling!”

“You fucking bitch, you need to leave now!” Gina was getting dirty with her and Jeffery was hamming it up in his attitude toward Stephanie’s ass.

“I wish that I could…but I got something inside of me…I’m going to melt your faces with this one!” Stephanie in an instant turned nasty back on them, smiling in delight as she felt a big one coming, one that was going to probably out her as the mega farter in the office but their behavior, which had gone on for months mind you, had reached its terminating point for Stephanie’s workplace relationships. She had had enough of their behavior. She leaned over and out came the ugliest, dirtiest and wettest fart that any of those three had ever heard.

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The fart sounded offensive, it was like a caldron bubbling high with bubbles pounding against her panties and skirt. The fart was incredibly wet and full of filthy smelling air. She rattled the fart deep against the cushion of her seat but with her ass raised enough on one side she was able to ensure that its power wasn’t confined this time to the seat alone. It was hard to imagine how much the seat had taken from her previous bursts but now she was letting it all out for those two shitheads to breathe in. They had no clue just how rancid this fart could smell. They were in hell now as things had just gotten a thousand times worse! They both now were made to smell and taste her awful fart. As bad as they had been earlier, those farts were pleasant to smell compared to this one. The fart was enough to make both Jeffery and Gina go green in the face as they felt the urge to vomit. Unfortunately for them Stephanie’s fart was racketing it up in severity and their eyes were soon watering and their minds were going limp. They felt a dizzying feeling as they heard her fart finished up, the expulsion of nearly shitty gas from her bowels had introduced a new toxic aroma that they weren’t prepared for. Once her fart was over, she heard the two of them fall over at the entrance to her cubicle. One simple cheek sneak on the seat and her two pain-in-the-ass coworkers were out for the count. But the entire office now smelled of her evil exhaust and Stephanie felt the next surge of energy make its way to her anal barn doors and this was not going to be simple air this time. She had to shit!

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As she ran to the bathroom, she was letting out tiny toots indiscriminately. Each one though still reeking to high heavens of her pre-poop gas. Stephanie made her way to the bathroom, a simple one-toilet room with a sink that was located adjacent to the break room. Luckily the room was vacated and she was able to make her way. The shit storm within her gut was now rushing for the exits, ready to escape at any time as a gas buildup was taking place simultaneously. She knew the feeling well, it meant that both she had all three states of matter ready to evacuate from her overworked bowels: solid, liquid and gas. Skirt hiked down to the ground Stephanie sat down on the cream-colored toilet seat. The toilet was a reminder of her larger-than-life size, her fat buttocks covered the toilet and hung over the edges. This was a toilet meant for more normal-sized butts, not the large caboose she was supporting. She began sweating for a minute as she felt the wave of shitty diarrhea reach her rectum. Then the whole office began to tremble as Stephanie Jones began pushing out a devastating bomb of flatulence.

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There was no way that anyone wouldn’t hear this one throughout the office. The walls were shaking slightly as Stephanie destroyed the air quality in the bathroom. This fart was a masterpiece, an explosion of both raunchy gas and shit that had caked the inside of the toilet bowl in a sloppy goo of brown feces. Her fart had unleashed a brownish looking cloud of gas that blew from between her legs and out of the toilet seat. The fart droned on and on, rattling the floor and sounding like the dirtiest whoopie cushion release that anyone could have imagined. And the smell was quick to travel, repulsive and gross in the extreme it was the smell of the biggest shit anyone had ever took in that office.

“OH SHIT!” Stephanie yelled out as she felt a recharged rectum load up with more shit. She pressed her hands against the walls of the bathroom and pushed forth a new surge of radioactive waste.

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Three dirty farts made their way out of Stephanie’s bum and out came several turds, each varying a few inches in length with a good inch or two in thickness. They were merely the opening volley in a series of bowel movements that were evacuating everything that had been built up within her. She was biting her lip as she felt these hot laden turds leave her body. This was going to be a smelly shit, shit that could stink up her entire house pretty quickly had she been laying them out in the privacy of her home. But she was at work and instead was stinking up the office.

The sounds of the farting continued as Stephanie, already larger than the average woman, made serious damage to the toilet’s capacity in holding shit. She tried flushing the toilet but was already having trouble as she was clogging up the drain with load after load of shit. Some of her shit was mushy, some of it was solid and lots of it was liquid, a burning hot viscus of eggy-smelling liquid crap that would have embarrassed her if she had not let loose upon the toilet. At least it was going in the right place.

The others in the office, who had not paid much attention to Stephanie at first were now really smelling the dump of the century take place. The smell wafted all around, and merging with all the other aromas they were about to evacuate as the air quality had been depleted. Stephanie’s constant shitting had shaken the walls of the various cubicles as she pushed out one titanic, strenuous wet fart after another, it sounded like a mini-thunderstorm taking place in the office. Mr. Clark had finally been summoned out of his sealed-off office to investigate the calls from some of his assistants complaining about the smell.

“Okay, what’s going…Jesus Christ!” Mr. Clark now stood in the cubicle farm and saw several worker gagging and coughing into tissues. One woman was throwing up in the sink in the break room, which was where the strongest concentration of the smell had originated. He walked up to the door to the bathroom and could see brown gas fan out from underneath the door. He started knocking on the door to see who was in there.

“It’s Stephanie sir.” One worker answered him.

“Miss Jones?”

“Yeah, she’s taking a mean one in there.”

“A mean one…you mean…number two.”

“I think you have to give it a different number than that!” One woman gagged as she straight up gathered her belongings and made it for the exit.

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Another loud fart could be heard coming from the bathroom. The sound disgusted Mr. Clark as the door rattled continuously during the thunderous shaking of Stephanie’s shitty fart. After the fart had subsided, he heard more screaming from the overworked blond business woman. He then heard through the door the sound of nearly a dozen loud plops, big hefty shitty deposits straight into the toilet, which was quickly losing space to store such a profound load.

“Oh my God.” Mr. Clark gasped as he heard another deluge of shitting take place afterwards. It was like a hose had been turned on in there and was now just watering the toilet, and maybe the bathroom in general with the overrunning torrent of liquid crap. He ran away from the bathroom as he made his way to Stephanie’s cubicle, where there were still lingering remnants of her previous farts. He looked inside her cubicle and nearly lost his lunch right then and there. The smell was at its strongest, hair curling and eye watering, it was a massive sulfur deposit right there with brown gas still hovering around her seat, overbeaten and plummeted with massive flatulent power. And down on the ground, both Gina and Jeffery, knocked unconscious by the revolting aroma. He nearly joined them but was quick to walk away, now with his nose and mouth buried in his shirt. He ordered everyone to leave the office and go home as he prepared to call the fire department and get an ambulance to take care of the two knocked-out coworkers. Hell, he considered the ambulance for Stephanie herself, if she was letting out smells of this caliber there was a chance that she wasn’t completely all right herself.

The storm continued another ten minutes, the farts slowly died down and the shitting had soon been rendered to a trickle but the bathroom was completely destroyed from her dump nonetheless. There was nothing coming out of there for a few more minutes before Stephanie finally pulled her skirt up and washed off her hands. She stepped out of the bathroom and saw Mr. Clark standing there with his hands covering his mouth and face. She had an embarrassed look on her face.

“Oooohhhh…sorry about that. There was something in my lunch.” Stephanie responded sheepishly as a huge volume of brown gas started floating out of the office. She had trapped in that bathroom a destructive aroma that was going to pollute that office for the next day solid. She saw him get sick in an instant as his face turned green from the toxic gas floating around. He lost his lunch there in an instant, hurling over a trash can as the smell of Stephanie’s dump began to take hold over the office. Cubicle after cubicle was being laid siege by the oppressive aroma of her bowels. This was not the kind of smell to dissipate for a long time. There were not products out there to get rid of this kind of aroma, you’d need a professional team of people to clean up the office after this.

In between puking episodes Mr. Clark announced to Stephanie that he was firing her, which was just as well considering what she had just known. As a massive nearly seven-foot-tall woman who had just destroyed her office with her farts and shit she had to have known that it was a distinct possibility. She walked over to her station to grab a few of her belongings. As she made her way to the exit she stopped for a moment and looked back at her office, there were too many bad memories in that place, but maybe some chances here and there.

“Well, since there’s no harm in me doing this now…good bye.” Stephanie winked her eye as she lifted her right leg and let rip one last fat and juicy fart.

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This final fart in the office was ginormous in size and had easily beaten her house-shaking burst from the beginning of the day. No one really ever had any clue how much she had stored up within her when she was out at work. A minute’s worth of hot, wet and nasty gas was now blasting its way out of her large ass and stinking up the office so richly and thoroughly it would take days for the smell to completely go away. The fart rumbled its way out of her skirt-covered ass with such a deafening roar that pencils were being shaken off the desks at several cubicles. Gina and Jeffery’s knocked out bodies were slowly moving and the fart was unleashing a much larger cloud of brown gas for the entire office to be smothered in. Mr. Clark was losing his own consciousness as he waddled around in the giant stink cloud. He was quick to place his call to the paramedics before collapsing on the ground. The smell of her fart was historic, it was breathing in something acidic, something that ate away at the insides of your lungs as your breathed in copious amounts of sulfur and methane. This plus the smell coming from the dump-infused bathroom had produced a rich odor that was a massive combination of garbage, rotting food and shit, all together in an olfactoral concoction that was a scientific masterpiece to breathe in and dangerously insane to physically breathe.

Stephanie winkled her nose and fanned the backside of her radioactive rear as she looked back at the foggy covered office. Her time here was over but that smell…that smell was never going to leave. She’d left her place in that office forever.

And then she heard her stomach gurgle again, more was yet to come.

“Jason’s gonna love me after school!”