Ryan's Bad Day: The Gassy Punishment
by KiddWrites2

The steel red spheres that were the bells of Cartwright high had finally rung, echoing throughout the entire building, signaling another full day of classes to an end. The wooden doors belonging to random classrooms burst open and hordes of eager teenagers hurried into the bright passageways. Sneakers squeaked across the polished, checkered floors, loud chatter reverberated against the beige walls of the hallways. School was over, at least for now, and everyone was excited. Until they appeared, rounding a corner of the hall, bringing with them a slight shift in the air; a feeling of apprehension and unease. Strutting proudly through the corridor, the trio of blonde girls—dressed in sparkling uniforms: Scarlet sweaters decorated with huge silver letters displaying the name of the school basketball team, joining white short skirts revealing plenty of thighs and toned legs.

They were the leaders of Cartwright High’s cheerleading squad. Sabrina Eccelston, the stunning ivory skinned head captain of the team, sported green eyes, hair tied into a long ponytail that fell midway to her back, not to mention an attractive and full figured body evolved a few years ahead of her age. Her glittering attire did very little to contain the abundant girl-flesh that jiggled, wobbled and shook as she walked, catching the attention of every disgusting male teacher and pubescent boy around to her delight. Rumor was that all the outfits the teen females wore were purposely a size too small, in order to distract the opposing basketball rivals during games. Behind Sabrina’a ample ass, her two lackeys/“best friends” quickly followed; petite and lanky yet toned and strong—twin sisters, short haired blue-eyed bombshells Ericka and Erin Mackelroy, who in reality looked more like Sabrina’s bodyguards than anything else. Both girls stood about a foot taller than her, easily near six-feet. The trio was fierce, full of school spirit and if one saw them coming their way, he/she basically moved. Plan and simple. One DID NOT want to cross them, Sabrina’s wrath was terrifying. She had most of the faculty eating from the palm of her hands, except the new principal Jenelle Rivers, but that wasn’t a problem for her, the commander of the spirit squad figured she would have that slutty giant shitting fucking bricks to be a part of her clique. Or so she thought.

Sabrina gleefully watched her pathetic and lowly associates step aside while she, Ericka and Erin paraded quietly down the hall through the masses that were the students, who immediately filed out of the way as they passed; some teens braced the walls, waiting anxiously for them to move on, others hid their faces within their gray lockers placed on either side of her. It was obvious she ruled Cartwright High and loved every minute of it. They were the best damn thing to happen to this place since… Oh forget it, they were the best period!! Who cares about who came before her. Those folks were has-beens. And probably old as hell by now. Eww. Totally gross. Sabrina just knew that when she got older, she would age gracefully, like a majestic swan growing up into an even more beautiful, magnificent swan—

“Ow!”

Her thoughts were cut off as she and her cronies approached an intersection in the hallway, someone had collided into her, knocking the cheer-leading head captain to the floor. A heavy body fell on top of her; she could feel hot breath along with set of fingers digging into her plush breasts and a skull harder than a stone crashed into her own, smearing sweat across her forehead. No. Oh my gosh. Eww. Ewwww. EWWWWWWWW!!!! She cringed. Whoever this person was needed to get the fuck off her RIGHT NOW! So she could proceed to punch him/her in the face!! Worse than that, this person reeked of horse manure and garbage! Nasty yucky B.O., GROOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSS!!!!! Did they let a freaking bum in the school?! What the hell! She shrieked.

“Ericka! Erin! Don’t fucking stand there, get this dirty hobo OFF meeeeeee!” She hollered, her eyes closed, pounding on her assailant’s back, pitching a complete tantrum. “Touching me! TOUCHING MEEEEE!!!!!! Oh my gosh, NOW DAMN IT!!!”

“Yes Sabrina, we’re terribly sorry,” The blonde Mackelroy twins spoke simultaneously, wasting no time, quickly grabbing the boy’s shoulders, effortlessly lifting him to his feet, grasping his arms and positioning them behind his back as if he was under arrest.

The teen groaned, shaking his noggin as the girl opened an eye, glancing at the sucker she was about to humiliate. He was dressed in the school’s gym uniform which consisted of a white t-shirt and ruby red shorts. Tanned skin, brown hair, hazel eyes. It was none other than Ryan Mathews, an underclassman. He was in her fifth period Literature class… How. Dare. He!!!!! She knew she was hot and her milkshake brought all the boys to the yard (her favorite song by the way), but for him to actually put his slimy sweat and filthy, filthy fingers on her… No, no, no, no totally fucking NO!!! UGH!!! She was so upset, she could break something!

“You freaking STINK!!!!!!” She yelled, pinching her nose, picking herself up, dusting off her sparkly costume. Her voice rang out through the corridor like a lion’s roar, instantly gathering a large crowd of onlookers that circled around the four.

Ryan recognized her voice right away; he gasped staring at the furious pale face of his upperclassman. Her thin cherry lips were twisted into a scowl, her emerald eyes revealed a murderous intent that informed him that no amount of apologies or bargains would appease. Just what he needed on a day that had already went south. He had just finished a meeting with Miss Rivers, the new principal, one that left him covered in her putrid gasses once more. As gorgeous as she was, her foul emissions were a nightmare. Thinking about her powerful farts gave him a boner and made the boy want to vomit at the same time. All he was trying to do was hurry to his locker and end this awful span of eight hours. Instead, out of everyone he could have bumped into, life chose it to be Queen Barbie-cunt and her two flunkies. The last thing he needed was her wanting to put a death wish over his head or making his days at school more miserable! He struggled to free himself from the twins’ grip, ignoring his nosy peers surrounding him; didn’t they have something to do?! Ericka and Erin held onto him firmly, refusing to let him go; they were stronger than he thought!

“You smell like a barn,” Ericka spat. “And it seems like this dirty pig has forgotten who the master is.”

“You either must be blind, or today you WANT to experience hell,” Erin added. “Cause’ that’s what you’re about to get, Mathews.”

He ignored them. “I’m sorry Sabrina,” He began, almost pleading. “I was in a rush and—”

“DAMN RIGHT YOU’RE SORRY!” She hollered, slapping him across the cheek, the impact echoed across the intersection, prompting jeers, cat calls, the customary “Oooohs,” “OH SHITs” and “DAMN YOU GOT OWNED BY A GIRL!!” Shouts. The student body was nothing but a ruthless, crazed bunch of individuals at a death match; they wanted to see some soul crushing, embarrassment-action. They wanted blood.

At that moment, the Amazon Jenelle, still in her tight indigo blazer and slacks that clung to her enormous meaty thighs and butt-cheeks turned the corner from her office, spotting random students rush past her to the commotion unfolding ahead of her at the intersection of the passageway. Concerned, she took off, colossal boobs heaving, her flowing dark hair flailing behind her, heels clacking against the tiled floors. Could it be a fight? Not on her watch. This had to be investigated. Besides, she needed to leave her workplace to relieve herself of a little pressure. She was feeling bloated and on the edge of exploding. Her constant gas had fogged her room up to the point to where refreshers no longer worked; her farts were getting to be a bit unbearable, even for her. It would only be a matter of time before her co-workers suspected (if they didn’t figure it out already) that she was the culprit of the earthquake-like blasts that rattled the entire lobby and the sulphuric, eggy fumes that accompanied them. Leaving her office also gave her the opportunity to go find her new cushion, hopefully before he headed home. Suddenly a thunderous howl from the crowd erupted, followed by a chorus of ear-splitting laughter, she quickened her pace causing a few short airy farts to escape from her bubble ass.

PHURT!!!

PPPRFFFFT!!

BBBMMMPP!!

Her heart sank upon reaching the next corner of the hall, finding her Ryan amidst all the chaos. His trousers were at his ankles, exposing his naked nuts and bolts to a good portion of his colleagues, all of which were pointing at him and cracking up. Terrified, the boy froze hesitating, then attempted to pull his shorts and underwear back to their proper places. Her eyes widened. Acting quickly she bolted into the pack to aid and him and disperse the teenagers. Behind Jenelle, Sabrina and the Mackelroy twins secretly slapped high-fives.

“That’ll fucking teach him,” She mumbled before smiling brightly, tilting her head. “Oh my gosh, I feel totally better now! Come on girls, we’ve got practice to go to, yay!”

“Yes Sabrina.” They spoke at the same time again and disappeared alongside her.

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Sitting at a booth in the closed off cafeteria, a large colorful room decorated with vending machines standing in various corners and posters of healthy food groups nailed into the walls that stood above tables, and more booths cluttered all over the lunchroom—which was filled with the rancid plumes of the principal’s emissions; a makeshift gas chamber—piles of plastic plates encircled Jenelle, the buxom Amazon munched greedily on several tacos, scarfing them down ravenously, her rosy cheeks swelled while she rapidly chewed her food. Her greasy face was covered in bits of beef, vegetables, salsa along with crunchy tortilla shells. Sticky oil from the lunch dripped from her fingers. Ryan shuddered, somewhat grossed out. She had been going hard; eating nonstop for ten minutes now, stopping only to lean to a certain side and let loose some pent up flatulence.

PRRRRRFFFFRRRRTTT!!

TTHHHRRRRBBBTT!

FBBBBBBBBBBBVVVVVVMMPPPPPP!!

“Oooh, that feels much better,” She moaned in relief, leaning back, grinning before a surprise belch flew from her slimy lips.

BUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRPPPPP!

“Oh excuse me,” She chuckled, patting her chest, shocked. “I’m becoming quite a slob… UUUUURRRRRRRRP!!!!”

“Hehehe… Scuse’ me again,” She fanned the strong onion-like odor from her face.

“Don’t worry, it’s fine…” Ryan sighed depressed, glancing down at his own Styrofoam tray in front of him, suddenly not in the mood for food. He felt each giant blast vibrate his entire seat as it passed, her farts sounded flat and loud while they rebounded against the hard wood, refreshing the suffocating stench that was similar to a dump truck. He coughed and fanned his face, but at this point, her gas didn’t bother him; he was focused on the previous incident that took place earlier: Being pantsed in front practically everyone! The boy had never been so shamed in his sixteen years. He already explained the situation to the humungous woman. She explained that she’d take care of it; however he didn’t understand… What the hell was up with Captain-Witch? Who pissed in her orange juice this morning? Normally he was a calm helpful person that didn’t start any trouble. He wouldn’t hurt a fly… He grimaced; toying with the taco below him. He was sick of this day. It needed to be over. What he wanted now was a hot shower and his bed. Despite the principal’s kind gestures; coming to help him and treating him to a late lunch, the damage had been done, mostly in part to her, however he guessed this kind of made up for it…

FUUUUUUUBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBPPPPPPPPPPPPPPLLLLTTTTTTTTTTT!!!

VMMMMMMMBBBbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbblllllTTT!

PHFFFFFRRRBBBBBBBLLLPPPPPPPPPPTT!

BLLLLLLLLLLLRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPBBBBBBBBLLLLLLTTT!!!!!!!!

Jenelle abruptly leaned forward to push out the twenty second rippers, gazing at her cushion with half lidded eyes and a seductive smirk, feeling complete euphoria to finally be rid of some exhaust. The extreme heat her recent butt bombs gave off caught her by surprise however, slightly puffing up her dark cerulean slacks, causing a bit of perspiration to form on her forehead and between her ginormous beach ball sized cleavage.

“Whew, I’m letting some nice ones go, don’t you think?” She asked giggling, waving her latest batch of emissions toward him. Wiping his watering eyes, Ryan didn’t answer.

Sensing his gloominess, the principal pushed her stack of now empty dishes to the side and cleaned her herself using a few napkins. Him being bummed was starting to dampen her own mood. If there was one thing Jenelle couldn’t stand, it was bullies, people who abused the weak and defenseless. Responsible students in a tiny position of authority such as Sabrina and instead of using it to build up her colleagues, she abused her power. More than that, the episode was a bad reflection on her new role. This obnoxious cheerleader business had to be nipped in the bud, as soon as possible. Plus she absolutely had to pay for messing with her adorable little fart-pillow… Sabrina had to serve as an example to all students that there was no place at Cartwright High for oppressors or tormentors. She’d figure something out… This minute, Ryan needed to be comforted. She resolved to lift his dead attitude using something she knew he wouldn’t be able to resist!

The sixteen year old craned his neck to the ceiling as she lifted her towering, voluptuous frame from the booth, which creaked shrilly while she climbed out. It was a miracle she was able to fit into her side in the first place. Jenelle had packed on a bit of weight since finishing her meal; her belly protruded to a fair extent that he noticed a minor bulge in her midsection, under her blue blazer. She wasn’t extremely overweight or anything, just a satisfied, full customer. Even with her very small food baby, she was still smoking hot. She smiled, exposing her pearly teeth, crossing to his of the table, tracing a finger along the surface of the slab as she did, rubbing her belly, her scarlet eyes shimmering gently. He gulped, glancing around the bright, quiet and multi-colored cafeteria nervously, backing into a corner of the booth as she spun around presenting him with a complete view of her bulbous bubble butt. The wondrous firm buns that was similar in volume to watermelons, stretching the taut fabric of her pants to its limits… How did she get into those things again? He hardly reacted before she backed herself closer to him and bent over, stirring a tent to life in his shorts. She was going to sit on him!

“Mmmmm, so comfortable!” She said, grinding her Amazonian posterior into his lap upon tenderly landing on him, causing the booth to creak once more; one of her cheeks was enough to fill his entire crotch, smashing his member into his narrow thighs compared to her tremendous leg! To his surprise, she was heavy; however he could tolerate her mass, for now. He felt the immense warmth from her previous blasts spread down his lower body, she was like a radiator heating an icy cabin during the dead of winter.

“You alright back there?” She asked, glancing over her shoulder.

“Um…” Was all he could mutter.

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBBBBBBBGGGGGGGGGGGGGOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRBBBBBLLEEE…

A threatening groan resonated from the principal’s stomach, ringing in Ryan’s ears. Jenelle winced feeling sharp pangs of some discomfort. Her next bout of flatus was attempting to make its way through her insides to her anus, but because she hadn’t eaten all day, the food blocked the toxic winds; her gas was trapped.

“Ugh, it’s all stuck,” She frowned, clutching her slightly round midsection, leaning her head onto the teen’s shoulder, looking at him earnestly. “Please… Massage it.”

“M-miss Rivers!” He paused, hesitant to touch her. His fingers trembled.

“I really have to fart, Ryan! It’s killing me! And I’m asking nicely,” She pecked his cheek, her lipstick imprinting her plump lips on the side of his face. “Don’t make me order you… cushion.”

She swiftly grabbed the boy’s arms, unbuttoning her sapphire blazer, revealing a dark silky shirt and giving him an eyeful of her colossal boobs, he could see straight into her rosy tinted cleavage! They looked so soft… Something along F CUPS! Her chest undulated wildly in front of him as if they were celebrating being free from their enclosed prison. He also noticed faint glimpses of a strange, foreign tattoo etched into the crevice of her fun-bags. Lifting her top, the Amazon, placed his hands on her nude, smooth, compact belly, starting to move them around in wide circles.

“Oh thank you, that feels good already,” She beamed, kissing his cheek again.

OOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNNN… Her stomach boomed again.

“Oooooh! Incoming!” She said, grunting.

BRUMMMMFF—FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBRRRAAAAAAPPP!!!

PHHHHRRRRUUMMPPP… VVVVVVVVVVVMMMMMMMMMPPPRRRAAAAAAAAPPPPPTPTTTPTPT!!!

VVVVVVRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaasssssssss…

“Aaaaaaaaahhh…” She closed her eyes, snuggling against Ryan, while the tuba-like explosions violently shook his lap. Her relaxation caused even more bombs to fly from her round behind.

FFFFRRRRRRRUUUUUUUMMMMMMPPPHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRTTTT!!!!

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPOOOOOOOOOPPP!

FFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNNNNNN-FRT-FRT-FRT-FRT…PHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRAAAPPHHHHHHMMMMMMPPPTT!!!

Lost in the bliss of her releases, she wiggled her pert derriere further onto his crotch, smothering the rank, yet intoxicating blasts into clothes, also freeing some of the emerald plumes that had gotten stuck between them; his member began stiffen a bit more, stirred by the powerful flurry of farts. Normally, he wasn’t into this type of thing; however he could help but be turned on as the vibrations from her aggressive winds coursed through him. Flustered, his face as red an apple, he continued his massage. It was definitely no easy task; her sour stench blinded him and burned his chest, making breathing literally painful. The two were going tit for tat; the more he tried to focus and knead her tense bulging midsection, the more she returned the favor by expelling her bottled up emissions, stimulating him.

PRRRRROOOOOOFFFFRRTTTT!!

FRBBBBBBBBBBBBbbPppppppPPLlllllllllllLLLLTTTT!!

BRRRRLLLLLLNNNNNNNNNNNNPPPPBTBTBTBTBTBTTT!!

“Maaaaaaaan that feels GOOD!” The principal half screamed, forgetting where she was.

It was a battle which was rapidly going downhill for Ryan; her rancid fumes wafted through the lunchroom like an elite task force had tossed in several containers of tear gas. He was getting weak.

“My cute little fart magnet…” She whispered chuckling, enjoying her special treatment. “I’ll make you forget all about those mean girls…”

VVVVVVVMMMMMMMMMMFFRRRRRTTT!

BBBBRAAPPPRTPTPTPTPTPTTPPP!!

“Then, I’ll go beat them at their own game…” She went on, cupping his chin, flicking beads of sweat from the bangs of his hair. “By the time I’m done with them, they’ll never want to mess with anyone EVER again... And I’ll have them work for both of us.”

Sabrina had no idea how to honestly abuse her power, nor what a true bully looked like. In the next few hours though, the Amazon would show the trio how it’s done.