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THE TRUE STORY OF MEGAN WILLIAMS It was early November and Captain Parker and Bill Lopez were at the household of Christina Lopez’s boyfriend Tim. The purpose of the trip was classified, at a level higher than either Christina or her gassy friend Jade needed to know. They knew the consequences of them finding out the information from this mission and about the possibilities of the truthfulness of the information presented to them, all revolving the life of Tim’s 17-year old sister Megan. At this stage in the game, Christina and Megan had not yet met for the first time but Christina had been made of her existence. At this stage, Tim was still getting to know Christina, already exposed to her farts, and liking his new girlfriend more and more. For most of his life he had been in the shadow of his own sister’s gas and her prominent farts and Christina offered a relief from that, but not in the way that most had expected. Christina’s farts were quite bad, as the tests in the UC Berkeley Fart Tank, where Tim had worked as a student, had demonstrated. But as Tim explained to Captain Parker at the end of his first weekend at Section 26, they weren’t nearly as bad as the farts that came out of his own sister’s ass. In reality, Megan was actually much worse than Christina, but Parker and Bill were skeptic to believe him. “Your younger sister, you’ve already told us about her when you explained your ‘interest’ in this subject.” Parker stated as Tim pulled the two agents aside. The look on Tim’s face was certainly one of sincerity this time, as well as an attempt to be private. “No, they really are much worse than Christina’s. You don’t even have an idea of how bad my sister can release her gas. They are encompassing and long and smelly, she can kill people with them if she wanted to. Personally, she is a far better candidate for your project than even Christina.” He claimed as he brought the two into some side hallway and far away from Christina’s ear. “Kill people? Please Tim, don’t patronize us with such a story. Sure your sister can probably be bad, but not as bad as Christina, or even her friend Jade, she’s even worse.” “We’ve kept my sister’s gas habits under wraps forever. There is no medical treatment for it and it has forced my family onto a large estate outside of the city so that we could have room for her gas and not stink up the neighbors. Ever since she was ten years old my sister has had to hold in more than half of the gas she produces during the day and release it back home where she can let it all out. If she were to fart to her full abilities out in the world, she would cause much inconvenience. There’s a reason in our family that Megan cannot let out a ‘full one,’ trust me when I say Christina had nothing on her.” He said with complete deadpan seriousness. “If you’re right, then we must investigate….but let’s keep this secret amongst the three of us.” Parker insisted as Tim nodded his head. The two men had arrived at the house only a few minutes before Megan was due home from school. It was a rather decent-sized house, two stories with two distinct wings leading out from the back of the house. It was modernistic-looking with a wing extending straight back from the main section of the house and another wing coming out from the right as one looked at the front of the house. A lengthy driveway carried the black Section 26 van as the guys inspected the four acres of property that the Williams family owned out from Davis. A small bicycle path lead straight to the property down the country road as it led back into town. All around the house the two agents noticed farm fields, and at least a couple of animal farms mixed into that, surly a coincidence they thought. Pulling up at the house the two men stepped out of the van and walked up the path to the front door. They could already smell it, it smelled like Christina after a meal of Mexican food, but being out in the country they thought it was just that. Knocking on the door, a 5’10 man with a mixture of black and grey hair with a red button-up shirt and khaki pants was there to greet them. “Welcome Captain Parker and Agent Lopez.” “The 50’s-aged man addressed. “Mr. Williams. I’m sure your son has told us about the reason of our visit.” “He has, oh look, there’s Megan right now, wait inside gentlemen, I’m sure you’ll see what Tim was referring to.” They watched as Megan got off the bike path that led by the road and started to ride her bike through the front yard en route to the house. The girl was looking quite well for her age as she rode her bike with her well defined legs, pushing around on the peddles as she made it inside. The three men were watching from inside the house in the parlor as she finally made it up front and walked over to a bicycle rack that was against the driveway. Carrying a maroon gym bag from her cheerleading practice, she finally walked up the steps as she slightly rubbed her stomach. She opened up the door and slammed it as she entered the parlor. Not even noticing yet the two special gentlemen inside, she stood there in the parlor and dropped her bag on the ground without a worry. A cheerleader's skirt, barely a small swath of blue fabric on her massive frame, clung precipitously to her waist, white cotton panties clearly visible under tightly-pulled ruffles rippled under a very light breeze as there was a clear indication of some incoming explosion. Above her waist another dark blue piece of clothing with a fine fabric worked its way up her tight abs and her two well-produced stomachs that developed upward to a top half that contained her nearly D cup breasts that extended outwards with such pert and outwardness. Her blond hair was curled up into a ponytail as they viewed the look on her face; it was the face of relief, wondrous and awesome relief. Then, in the most nonchalant way possible, she passed gas. It was an eruption unlike any heard by the two men with the sound of brass amplified by a microphone, or so it seemed. The sound was as firm and powerful as it was stupendous, it shook the walls, vibrated the windows and shook all the furniture in the parlor. It could be heard throughout the household and even outside. The sound started with a grand entrance-like flair that continued to increase in sound for the next 20 seconds before becoming incredibly steady and reliable, and there for roughly the next 80 seconds the sound continued, without breaking a beat, it went on as it struck fear in the hearts of the two men as they witnessed the release of this audacious gas as it roared out from underneath the blue skirt of the six-foot tall, 17-year old cheerleader. There was so much of this powerful gas flowing out that both men were still trying to understand it. This sounded like a pure joke, something unbelievable. The men were looking around for some sort of machine that was producing the sound, the bassy sound that sounded like a vibrator had been attached to the entire house and forced it shake. But then the stench hit them. Green gas flowed out from the cheerleading skirt in such volume that the two men’s eyes had begun to get teary in just the first few seconds. The other two adults, a mother and a father had the look of disgust on their face but were otherwise holding up as the two men in suits held their noses and braced themselves for the wave of pungent gas that took hold of them. The smell grew in intensity, a foulness of epic proportions, compounding upon itself over and over again. It smelled like a pig farm, of raw shit and eggs taking residence in the room and multiplying over and over again. It was a smell that had no equal in the noses of those who were smelling it. It forced its way down their throats and into their nostrils and with every breath they were gaining a new appreciation for female flatulence. As the fart had hit its record 70-second blast of consistent sound the smell started to slowly decrease in its potency of being released, but the damage was already done. The walls were handing the green gas quite well but it was clear that the household was able to withstand such power. As the fart was finally waning down the stench was going away at least from the point of release, but it was becoming very clear that from this point onward, the raunchy smell of this girl’s fart would hang around. Vents and fans everywhere were going to do their best to get rid of the gas, but the smell was just too much and it would remain. Captain Parker and Bill Lopez had smelled plenty of Christina’s Farts and they were familiar with Jade Farts, but what they were smelling now was way, way, way stronger, they were smelling….a Megan Fart! “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know we had company, but man did I need to let that one go!” Megan giggled as she waved the fumes from her ass. They watched as she walked down the hallway toward her room, blasting off in quick but volumous order five ten-second farts. Their jaws were dropping as they heard this, it turned out that Tim was right after all. “Dear God almighty!” Bill said out with a look that was beyond impressed. Each of those farts by themselves was the equivalent of many of the ones that he was forced to smell from his own daughter’s rear end. Already his lungs had felt themselves satisfied as if Megan’s gas was able to soothe it and comfort it with some of her own butt thunder, but as the nauseating stench continued to grow in intensity Mr. Williams felt it was best to send the men into the living room and onto a blue comforter couch to discuss things. He sat the men down at the table and offered them any refreshments, taking a glass of coffee each both Parker and Bill discussed business all while the overpowering stench of Megan’s initial fart continued to flow unregulated into the kitchen. With fans running and windows open the stench was still as strong to Bill as a night underneath the covers with Christina’s flatulent ass after a meal of Mexican food. Mr. Williams was holding up as if it were nothing new as he tried to explain Megan. “Was that…” Parker began as he was still trying to grasp the raunchy stench; Mr. Williams went on to finish his question. “Normal. Absolutely. We don’t rarely go by a single day after school where Megan lets off one like that. Sometimes they have been clocked over three minutes in length; it just depends on what they are serving at school each day.” Both Parker and Bill looked at each other for a moment as they were very shocked by what was witnessed and the revelation that it wasn’t anything special. For Christina or Jade, a fart of such power would be viewed as really special. “But how?” Bill asked. “It’s simple really; my daughter Megan is the most uniquely developed girl of her kind ever. Even if she doesn’t have the size, the height or the weight of your daughter or this Jade Lee person, she had a digestive system unlike any other. The results just haven’t been released officially due to us wanting to keep it a medical secret. Megan has two full-sized stomachs, both of them slightly larger than a normal human. She has another few inches of intestines and an enlarged colon. We’ve already compared this to Christina’s bio based off of Tim; she had roughly half the size of what Megan has. All of this works together to form the most comprehensive digestive system ever and the results are…well quite powerful.” “You have to be kidding me….two stomachs? Everyone always felt that Christina had two stomachs, but it is all just her. No human can really have that many stomachs, cows and other animals perhaps, but not Megan.” Bill insisted as he was shown a series of medical charts from a vanilla envelope from Mr. Williams which showed all of Megan’s medical information. “Take a look here, this was from her last physical a few months ago, it shows X-rays that show the two stomachs and digestive tract and all its wiring. Her most recent growth spurt to six feet was aided by the increasing in size of this system. To say the least, her abilities to produce gas are increasing every week, and it’s already beyond horrible.” Mr. Williams continued as both Parker and Bill looked more into the documents, they were all genuine and all shocking for them to see a girl with such power that surpassed both Christina and Jade. The more then looked into it, the more eye-opening it was, this was Tim’s little sister? “She was always bad as she grew up; it wasn’t until about the time she was ten where it finally reached a head. It was after her first week in school as she was in the fifth grade and we were getting phone calls from her school each day. They were telling us about the foul-smelling farts that were coming out from Megan. Now, here, we both knew that her gas was getting worse, but we were getting reports of students being knocked into small comas, entire hallways smelling of her gas and two of her classes being conducted outdoors to stop her farting. Up to that point, she had been releasing what we here call her “full farts,” but after that first week we had to come to an agreement to release only a portion of that.” “What kind of agreement?” “Simply put, she could only release some of her gas, or we would punish her severely by taking her out of her favorite activities and restrict her to the house with her bicycle locked up. She didn’t take to well to that and after it was agreed that we get some medical work done so that she could hold in more of her gas during the day, but that she was able to release more of it here. It’s really best for all parties that Megan does not release her full gas out in public, regardless of where she was. After a couple of years she was able to control manually the gas so that she would not fart as much. Now she still farts in school all the time, but at this point the school is quite used to it. But there’s still a lot of gas within her that she had to keep pent up until she gets here, so afterwards she lets it all out….perhaps you guys like to see more of her venting out.” Mr. Williams got up as he went toward part of the wall and pulled over a painting on the wall to reveal a television screen behind it. Tuning the screen he was able to get a color video recording of Megan’s room to the shook of both Parker and Bill. “Is that legal?” parker asked as he was a bit dismayed by the father’s usage of video surveillance on his own daughter. “Sure, she knows the camera is there, it’s no secret amongst any of us. We use it to communicate with her sometimes when her gas is bad enough that even I or her mother don’t want to knock on the door to tell her that it’s time for dinner. From roughly 4:00 to midnight the level of gas inside of that bedroom can rival the inside of a pig farm, and we’ve tested the stench too. But with the audio, let’s watch a few minutes; you’ll see what we get from a girl who had to relieve herself.” Megan sat in her rather spacious bedroom with the sunlight shining through a couple of open windows. She was down to her panties and bra, highlighting the bubbly nature of her body. No it wasn’t the awesome beauty that both Christina and Jade had, but Megan was a stunning-looking girl nonetheless. Her breasts hung out like grapefruits being held within a creamy white bra and down below her bubble butt pressed itself against the seat while being contained within a very thin pair of white panties, one of many pairs that the girl had. She was sitting while typing up a homework assignment no more than 20 seconds into the viewing from the TV screen when she leaned over against her seat and pushed out a loud chainsaw-sounding fart that went on for a full minute. The fart was a rumbler that shook the entire room, but quick inspection of the room showed that items were placed so that they wouldn’t shake too much from the farts, as it was becoming apparent that loud and rumbling farts were very much commonplace in Megan’s room. Green gas flowed out from her ass as it merged with an already present fog, not an over-present fog but visible enough to show its visibility. The gas left through the windows and the vents as the stench of burning eggs and sewage began to fill the room, but again that too was merging with the already atrocious stench of gas in Megan’s room. Neither Parker nor Bill couldn’t even imagine of just how bad the stench really was in Megan’s room. It wasn’t a stretch to say that Megan’s room after that one fart smelled much worse than a room with both Christina and Jade inside of them after a meal of beans, yes the smell was that awful. And despite it all, Megan just smiled a little as she continued working on her paper, waving the air and briefly commenting on the rather mediocre smell. A minute after the gas storm was unleashed on the room; she received a phone call from one of her fellow students. It was a sophomore student who had been instructed to do homework for her in one class that night. “What do you mean you can’t do it?” She asked as the student tried to explain that he could not get the work done that evening. Patting her stomach Megan shook her head at the revelation. No one but her could hear what the student was saying but Megan’s response was all too telling about her expectations. “Now wait a minute, you may want to rethink this. You know what I’m capable of if you fail me. If you don’t believe me, listen to this….” She trailed off as she placed the phone on her chair and slowly moved her ass a little bit as she leaned over and blasted forth another minute-long bomb of gas. Another ripping fart of mammoth proportions left Megan’s rear end as her seat shook with the phone vibrating five times more than it would if it were set on normal vibration. She was sure the effect would be felt on the phone as the fart sounded like the biggest blast ever on the other end. That was the effect she was looking for as she blasted this fart out. The sound continued at a rather consistent blast to the sound of a fart that had Parker and Bill’s hearts both beating fast. They had never heard anything of this power before in their lives and not in this consistency. Even with Jade, her farts were awesome but not this awesome and the smell inside Megan’s room had now reached the point that anyone outside of her father, brother and mother would pass out and stay out for a good 15 minutes. The stench was as ghastly as anything ever produced before and to Megan it was just another late afternoon in her bedroom as she was given the freedom to let out her true gas. Laughing up a storm she knew that the fart she had released was sending shivers down the spine of the boy on the other hand, that was the whole point of her demonstration. But fear of Megan’s farts were genuine. The saying was at her high school, “everyone had a reason to fear Megan Williams.” And to testify to that saying she would exert her power there every day ever since she was a freshman. The power was way beyond the level of that Jade or Christina would exert over their own schools. Christina’s gas was an inconvenience she could use to torture classmates and control her volleyball team and help out with her basketball and track teams. Jade’s gas was considered so severe that she couldn’t release much of it at all and let little she did release had damaging effects. But Megan’s powerful gas was taken to new levels. Her worst was considered unimaginable and what “little” she released was at least as strong as Jade or Christina on a windy day. She would fart in school, every day, up to 30 farts at the very least on her least gassy days and up to 50+ on her better days. The farts would be bad, they would stink up rooms and entire wings of the building and floors and they would be of the most lethal proportions imaginable, but those who were familiar with the gas were at least a little bit immune. At the beginning of her sophomore year the school tried to take away all gas-producing foods for a week, no beans, no Mexican, no broccoli. She responded on releasing even more of her gas each day, without eating any of those foods and the gas stunk even worse than before they had taken the food away. She was also able to sway the student body against the school administrators to reinstate those food items and by the next week they had returned. Megan made full use of the returned food items and decided to continue releasing her vicious butt fumes for the duration of her time in school. Luckily for them, Megan never released any of her “full farts,” her 30-second plus farts that stunk four times worse and sounded like an explosion going off. She knew that nothing could ever happen if she released one of those and therefore she held off, holding in her gas while blasting off smaller farts that went from between five and thirty seconds in length. Even in public, those kinds of farts were the most she could release, a full fart could cause much more harm. Because of that, everyone knew who Megan was. At her stunning height of six feet, she was taller than all but four guys, taller than all the girls and taller than all but one teacher and that teacher was equal height with her. She was beautiful to say the least and something for all guys to lust over, even though few wanted to even imagine having to be behind her ass after a meal containing meals. And she had the ability to put people into comas if they were too close to her when she released a full fart. It was like the Cold War if she were both the U.S. and Soviet Union, she had all the bombs, but never detonated them, just giving off whiffs of the potential and using that to strike fear into the student body. Everyone fell in line in order to serve Megan if they could, help her out in any way and in her school refusing her could potentially mean spending a day or so in the hospital from lack of oxygen. Her flatulence, like Jade’s and Christina’s contained more sulfur than humanly possible, but also less oxygen too, inhaling too much at once would make you pass out so quickly you wouldn’t even know what had happened. All of this was considered when the boy was crying a little as he heard the roaring fart that Megan had left on the chair; he started to plead a little bit, commenting on a fart she had let off in class earlier that day. “Oh yeah, that was alright…….well yeah it did stink up the room, but that was pretty minor…….okay…….yeah I see, that’s fine. I just wanted to make sure we cleared this up. You couldn’t even believe how much it stinks in here now; I wouldn’t inflict any of this on my friends or even at practice. God if I started farting like this at a football game, they’d clear out the entire stadium!” She finished as she started laughing about the mere thought. Even Parker and Bill were looking around as they now starting to fear a little bit about Tim’s 17-year old sister. After another minute of conversation the call had finished and the boy was promptly sent back to work on his homework for Megan. Usually the documents from the various classmates would be emailed to her later on in the evening for her to print off before the next school day. Sitting back for a minute after winning her latest victory, Megan forgone any preparations to tip her panty-covered ass and just blasted yet another minute-long fart of bubbly power into her chair. 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The gas they were watching via the television was now making itself known inside the kitchen as the air quality slowly decreased. For the first time ever perhaps, actual smellovision was being deployed in the Williams household for both Parker and Bill. They then watched as Megan received another phone call from a friend of hers from cheerleading practice, this conversation seemed to be a bit more polite than before. PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “Oh my God girl…you’ve got to smell that one?” Megan commented as she continued to pass the silent gas into her room, filling the room with a yellow-tinted haze that was hard to see on the camera but noticeable to Megan in her room. The smell of rotten eggs was overpowering and even made Megan cough once or twice. She held up to the gas quite well however and even as she started describing the stench she had little reaction to her gas. “No you don’t want me to release these in practice, trust me girl. What I release is bad enough already, this is twice as bad. I’m doing everyone a favor by holding these in believe me girl!” Megan laughed as the two girls giggled a bit more and chatted for another few minutes. Parker was now convinced; he wanted to see Megan in person. Both he and Bill wanted to enter her room; they had to know just how bad the gas really was in there. After a quick warning from Mr. Williams and a dismissal by the two CIA agents the three agreed. Mr. Williams opened up the intercom and asked if the two men could visit. Not wanting to do anything bad for the government, she nodded her head and said they were allowed to come in….if they could. “You better turn the fans and vents on right now and start getting some of that out.” Her father instructed as Megan walked over toward the door and flipped a switch that turned on five overhead fans that were integrated into the ceiling and a series of vents against a back wall with an open window to start pumping the gas out, but as she was doing this, she was releasing fart, amazingly only going for 40 seconds this time. “They have no idea what they’re getting into.” Megan snickered as she got back into a pair of short denim shorts and a tight pink T-shirt. Now within the shorts her asscheeks really stood out and while it first really couldn’t be noticed, the cheeks were almost the size of volleyballs each, stretching out the denim fabric of the shorts to a nearly impossible tautness. There was practically no fold in the denim as her ass conformed the shorts to a perfect shape of pure female butt flesh. Waving the air around her she awaited her father and the two men. “You two better put these on.” Mr. Williams instructed as he handed over two full-sized black gas masks. Both men of course were used to wearing such things, at least in combat situations and once with Christina’s gas, but here Mr. Williams was instructing it just for entering his daughter’s room. They walked back through the parlor and down a hallway which lead to a steel door with a unique closing contraption. There were locks on the door but it was eluded to that the doors were never locked. Opening the door the men could already smell a dreadful stench as they passed through with the door locked behind them. What followed them was a small private hallway that went about 100 feet from the parlor. On the walls would be various photos of Megan in her extra-circular activities as they walked through some sort of walkway recognizing her. They finally arrived at two doors, one to the left and one to the right. On the left was her bedroom and to the right was her bathroom. As a girl of Megan’s reputation, it was pretty clear that her bowel movements were quite large themselves. The toilet inside was designed to contain her bowl-filling dumps and send them into a sewage treatment containment space beneath the house that would collect the gases from the dump and convert them to electricity to power the fans and fumigators in Megan’s wing of the house. Megan’s regular-sized dumps were on the level of Jade’s Class Five dumps and it was a horrible mistake for anyone to be in the bathroom when Megan was taking a dump. Tim would accidently visit his then ten-year old sister taking a dump in the old bathroom in the main part of the house and spent the next three days in the hospital for his troubles. As any father would do, he knocked on the door to see if Megan was ready. Opening the door she began giggling as Parker and Bill finally felt the full strength of the smell, it was truly unlike any experience with flatulence they had ever had before and that was with the gas masks on. Walking through the doorway they entered the belly of the beast, Megan’s bedroom. It was a rather large room, with a king-sized bed and a series of two long dressers with a large mirror up against a far wall. She had her own walk-in closet with a variety of girly clothing plus loads of pants and panties, no doubt having to bear the brunt of her gargantuan farts. There were three windows full opened to let the late day sunlight into the room as both Parker and Bill were looking at her flat screen computer monitor, seeing that she was on social media at the time. A wooden chair sat there in front of the desk, but they noticed two other larger and comfier chairs in other corners around the room. And then there was the smell. “Phew that is bad!” Parker said as he waved the air in front of his gas mask. And it was not a joke in any sense, what he was smelling was a great offense to any olfactory senses anywhere. It was a sickening stench that would have forced anyone other than those two to collapse from the sudden decrease in air quality or at the very least throw up with putrid disgust. The air was thick with the vile stench of Megan’s flatulence in ways that even Bill was trying to comprehend whether or not it was as bad as being stuck inside Christina’s ass for three days. He agreed that the utter strength and power of Christina’s farts at that level was worse, but that the smell here outclassed it by many factors. There was simply much more of it around. Their eyes were tearing up and Parker already was ready to leave the room, but Bill had to take it another step further. He walked around and sampled the foul air, the stench of dead animals, garbage, rotten cheese, eggs and shit, all mixed into a heinous concoction that even Jade was incapable to surpassing. It was like being inside some factory burning sulfur for the entire day under the heat of 100 degrees and a bright smell. Until this time, it was unknown to Parker if human beings could have even produced such a stench. It truly was the worst thing they had ever smelled! “I take it you’re impressed!” Megan said giggling as Bill proceeded to take his gas mask off to embrace just a little of the smell. The ten or so seconds he was breathing copious amounts of gas and panting from the radical surge in senses from what he was smelling and tasting gave a pretty clear sign that even he, someone who HAD to breathe in the foul farts from his extremely gassy daughter on a regular basis couldn’t withstand the air quality in the room. He quickly grabbed his gas mask and placed it back on his face to try to recover. What he didn’t tell anyone was that he already felt rejuvenated from smelling the gas, but otherwise had had enough of the foul stench. “Very impressed young lady. Your brother didn’t lie when he mentioned you had bad gas.” “Oh boy he sure didn’t. I always have bad gas, but with two stomachs I guess that’s understandable. Everything that enters my body becomes gas, I got more intestines and more of a colon to store this stuff, but when it leaves my butt….whoa boy look out!” she said as she jubilantly pushed out another long and bubbly fart, shaking the room and increasing the wretched stinkiness of the room. Parker was now downright scared as he heard the fart and timed it to one and a half minutes in length. 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I don’t know how you do it?” Bill said as he waved the air around him, but it was of little use at this point, the strong potent stench of her gas continued to invade his nostrils worse than the shortest battles in history. His lungs were becoming saturated with the ghastly aroma of the gas that came out of that 17-year old’s behind. Every breath was as labor-intensive as before as he tried to get a grasp of the sharp foulness of the stench. There was just something behind this girl’s flatus that he couldn’t understand. He tried to get a whiff of good oxygen as he inhaled this horrible gas, but he couldn’t detect much of it. Needless to say, the air composition inside of Megan’s bedroom was much like the composition of an actual fart. She was giggling the whole time as she watched the men struggle with her gas. “Now you guys see why I don’t let too many visitors in here. They can’t take the stench.” She replied. “Who can survive in here?” Asked Parker. “Well, daddy and mommy can, Tim can, I have several friends who have been around me long enough that they can mostly handle the stink. Other than that though, I entertain most friends elsewhere in the house. There’s just something about my gas that causes them to pass out. I could never let these things out in school that’s for sure. They’d kick me out if I did.” She continued to giggle as she continued to wave the air around the breath in her masterful creation. “So what you said about school, how much can you release there?” “Little. I mean I can still let out about 20 to 30 farts a day, but most of them have to be small, only five to ten seconds in length. Most of my classmates are perfectly fine with me letting them out in class and even the teachers pay it no attention. We’ll run a fan and keep a window open so that we can at least keep the air around, but everyone knows it was me who farted and deals with it. They know that taking in a full fart through their nostrils would mean their death. Seriously, I think my farts can kill people if they smell it from too up close.” She remarked as Parker took out the measuring device he had around for measuring the strength of farts. “Have you ever….um killed anyone?” Asked Bill. “No, but I got close once my first week as a sixth grader. That’s when we realized that my farts were a little bit too strong, especially over that summer where I grew three inches. I came back to school and suddenly I noticed that the air around me stunk a whole lot worse and that my fellow classmates were noticing. One afternoon in the hallway, a boy was behind me when I inadvertently released a nice and long silent but deadly fart. The boy fainted in the hallway and was put into a coma for three days, spending the next three in the hospital. I felt so sorry about what had happened. Although I do enjoy farting, I don’t honestly want to harm people with them, so after that first week we decided that I had to keep it in check.” “That’s when we consulted a specialist over the issue, who helped us conceive of a unique method for Megan to hold in her farts. At first we tried holding them in altogether, but soon realized that wasn’t going to happen. The next week consisted of her holding in her farts but then that ended up with Megan letting loose dozens of farts longer than two minutes and even we couldn’t handle that, so we finally worked it out so that she could let out some of the gas over the school day with a special part of the school designated so she could let loose a full one if she had to. She never used that space, but with her small releases during the day, it kept her insides from bursting with the excess gas and then she could return home to release her big blasts. Nowadays, she allowed out of school around lunch time to quickly let loose a few minute-long blasts before returning to aid.” “It’s a pain really….more of a curse than a blessing, that’s why this inferred stench isn’t too bad for me, but for those who smell it like you two…well it’s bad.” “I’m sure you are aware of your brother’s current girlfriend, right?” Parker asked as Megan nodded her head. “Well, she is Bill’s daughter and has been pretty gassy for her whole life.” “Relatively speaking….or so I hear. Tim’s told me all about her and even described her gas, he’s told me about smelling the farts and the ‘kick’ he gets out of that. To be honest, he enjoys smelling hers because he knows the severities of smelling mine. He can’t just smell my butt and get away with it. Now he’d be able to handle it better, but still he could be out a good hour or so even with his heightened awareness of smell. It’s just a part of my powers I guess. He enjoys smelling Christina’s because he can actually enjoy the fart and I’m sure some of Christina’s can get quite smelly and impact him, but there’s a difference in enjoying something and paying the price for it and just flat out being killed for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.” She finished as she laughed over her apparently superiority over Christina. “If you mind, we have a special device that can record the strength of flatulence based on what he had for Christina, in a scale of CFIs; a unique unit of measure we created to calibrate the different aspects of a fart. We want to see what it does with you. Normal humans can produce something around 5 to 10; Christina can do something up towards 200.” He said as he placed the device on the wooden seat next to Megan’s beautiful bubble butt. “Okay, let’s see how this has gone, but mind you I’ve broken the Fart Tank a couple of times, they won’t even let me in there, and even if I did go in there it would only be to let out a pretty small and pathetic fart. We’re thinking about visiting it next week to see my brother to ‘mess with him.” She said laughing as she slowly rose her butt and then flat out sat on top of the device, feeling it nestle against her buttocks as she got ready to let loose a beast of a fart on top of it. Parker and Bill already knew that the device was about to be destroyed, but so was the air quality in that room too, she was holding back yet another incredibly-powered two-minute fart. 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Bill was starting to think that he was in a dream, or better yet a nightmare, in which his daughter’s farts had grown bigger, smellier and deadlier. But sadly this wasn’t a nightmare or a dream, it was a 17-year old blond haired girl wearing a pair of essentially daisy dukes with a tight pink shirt and blasting out a fart that could have been interpreted as a dynamite blast. The chair, the bed, the walls, even the computer was shaking from the awesome power of her fart. The volume of the fart was such that she could now stink up the entire house easily with this pungent aroma, only the steel doors leading to her wing of the house were keeping that from happening, but that also meant that this style of fart was still considered normal enough for those precautions. Megan looked up toward the ceiling as she pushed out this fart and gritted her teeth. Plumes of green and yellow gas were flowing out at an indescribable rate, polluting the room with her vicious stink that was outclassing anything ever smelled before it. Bill slowly watched her buttocks as she pushed this bubbly and bassy fart out of her ass with a force that left in speechless. Soon they found out how she could withstand such a loud fart, it was the pure volume of gas in her bowels that allowed for her to make the initial stomach push and as the fart started to come out, it would all just come out. If she were free to release it all then she could simply keep the pitch going and let it all go until she had finally reached the end, purging her entire stomach of all the stinky gas that was held up within her. The smell of the gas naturally was unbelievable, it was now smelling doubly as bad as it was before, forcing her father to slowly back away as the wave of smelly gas continued to increase in compound in this room. Parker continued to breathe in the slightly-filtered air through his gas mask but Bill was becoming curious about the real smell of the gas. No doubt, even with their gas masks on the men were sweating as the stench of this girl’s unreal gas was affecting them. It smelled as if they were in a burning factory full of rubber, gasoline, rotten eggs and sewage, tons of it all around them. If there was a worse-smelling place in the world than Megan’s bedroom they probably hadn’t visited it yet. Luckily their measuring device was able to read out the numbers on the side within their eyesight so before the device was destroyed, only 15 seconds into the fart, it read out a score of 700, roughly 710. Bill was now mesmerized by the power of the fart, about a minute in he decided to forgo any warning and take the gas mask off, what happened next was a blank for him. He took in three raw breaths of Megan’s pure flatulence and blacked out, prompting screams by Parker as one of his best agents fell down. “Bill?! Bill?!” Parker screamed as he frantically tried to see if he could at least get a pulse out of the father who had to inhale the foul stenches of his own daughter’s farts. Here, he was finally meeting his match in the form of the most heinous smelling gases conceivable, and the smell continued to get worse as the fart continued to come out of Megan, it was beyond unbelievable at this point for Captain Parker. Even Mr. Williams was starting to notion that they needed to get out of the room to get some fresh air. As the fart was now crossing the two minute mark Megan was starting to laugh like a demon as the air in the room became exceptionally thick with her raunchy gas. Hauling Bill’s body out of the bedroom the three grown men left before the girl wearing short jean shorts could release any more of her lethal flatulence upon them. Parker, even with the gas mask was feeling a little woozy as Mr. Williams felt just a bit winded himself, still he favored the best out of the three. He simply crossed his arms as he gave the impression that he told him so. Meanwhile back in the bedroom, Megan had finished her fart and just like that was back on her computer as she continued to browse the Internet under the heavy and thick layer of her noxious gas, stinking up the room for a very long time, but then again, her room always stunk of eggy fart gas. A half an hour had passed before Bill finally awoke from his deep sleep. It was an effect similar to Christina’s gas upon him, but this was a bit different, he definitely felt as if he had been branded by this malodorously smelling gas that ranked up there. Parker and Mr. Williams were both happy to see Bill up as the agent noticed his boss’s gasmask was off. Piecing it together, Bill realized that he was lounging on the couch back in the living room of the house with only a whiff of Megan’s gas hanging over. But he sure felt a massive hangover from the whole ordeal and after a glass of cold water was able to finally think straight again. He looked Mr. Williams in the eyes and professed his amazement at Megan’s gastric abilities. “Your daughter sir….is a true Weapon of Mass Destruction.” Bill said as he breaths were still a little staggered. “Weapon of Gas Destruction, she calls herself.” Mr. Williams said with a giggle. “What did she have for lunch today?” Bill asked, hoping that it was a rap sheet of all the gassiest foods in the world. He was more than surprised to hear that she had four slices of pizza, three cheeseburgers and an order of fries along with a light salad. A girl like herself, even though not the size of Christina or Jade, had a high metabolism and more space in her stomach to eat big. Her exercise and constant digestive movements enabled her to not become obese but to use the food to build up her system. Bill was really getting scared now as he feared the impact of beans, but it turned out that Parker was already arranging it to see how deadly her gas can truly be. “We’ve arranged it to stay for dinner. Megan will eat some beans, broccoli, cheese, onions, cabbage along with a couple of those fiber bars. She’ll also be drinking soda and milk, she’s not lactose intolerant but milk gives her bad gas too.” “Well, evidently everything gives her gas.” “That’s quite true. I’m telling you, this is a normal day. Though after dinner she will be letting off fireworks unlike any you’ve heard. We’ve never fed her a meal like this, but Parker really wants to see her tested and both of us agreed. We have another ‘Fart Tank’ underneath the backyard and will undergo the testing there, it will be a better protected environment for Megan to release her gas and for us to observe it while not getting gassed out….completely.” Mr. Williams explained. “Fart tank? Like the one in Berkeley?” Asked Bill. “Who do you think helped design the original one? Megan destroyed the original one and we haven’t brought her back since, though we may visit Tim there next week and I’m thinking of bringing her over, just to see what a really small fart would be like. We’ve already told her not to let out any full ones in there, or the next tank will be coming out of her allowance. As for the Fart Tank we have in here, it’s a lot more high tech and sturdy, but its specifications made it impractical to set up in an urban setting like Berkeley, so we had to design it here.” “Surrounded by mostly farms out here.” Bill deduced as he realized now the practically of the Williams household. The father nodded his head as he finished by stating that the location was indeed a part of their plan to mask Megan’s large farts, the stench from the farms would help to mask the smell, at least away from the household. “I’m going to warn you though; we’ve never put Megan on this kind of diet. I told her about it 15 minutes ago and she was actually quite pleased with the idea. With it being a Friday night there won’t be any school tomorrow which means she will be able to fart as much as she wants. I don’t know exactly what kind of impacts there will be, but I’ll help you out to determine her power. You guys did mention that this kind of thing could have some ‘defense’ applications?” “Most certainly. Hell with emissions like that from your daughter, criminals could be incapacitated for easy capture or really bad people, those who may have a dead-or-alive order, could fall prey to her gas. I don’t see any reason of why someone couldn’t die from Megan’s farts.” “Certainly, her brother used to have his nose and….well sniff the gas, but after her eighth birthday they realized they couldn’t do that much anymore, at least not with her full farts. He got sick and remained sick for a couple of days after smelling a few of her full-sized farts. It was at that point that we knew something was wrong with her gas but not until middle school where it became a problem that we had to deal with.” “A big problem it seems.” Parker concluded as the three men got ready for dinner. Over the next hour, Mr. Williams helped cook up a meal of gastronomical proportions that would tear up the stomachs of both Christina and Jade and give them monster gas that could clear out the entire compound, only now it was being prepared for Megan. Finally it was time for the four to have dinner, although the three men kept their meal very light, they were interested more in Megan who for once was given free rein to demonstrate her power, she did warn them that some gas may occur before the meal was over and thusly gas masks were provided to them. Before her sat three large bowls of baked beans, another bowl of broccoli and another with a head of cabbage sheared up into pieces. On a plate was an entire block of cheese and on another four whole onions. Finally on a small plate were two Fiber One bars along with a glass of both coke and milk. And then there was Megan herself. She took her hair out of a ponytail and allowed for the slightly dirty blonde hair to flow down past her shoulders as she wore a dashing white bikini. As she said, the bikini was a bit tight on her frame, covering only most of her breasts and being stretched out as tight as possible against her large butt, showcasing each of her mountainous butt cheeks individually. The white, silky panties rose up the mountains, as close to the surface of her tan butt mounds as possible before being diving down into the butt crack canyon, meeting up with her anus right at its source. Up from there, it rose back up the other mound, remaining tight to the surface the entire way. She was surprised that she was able to get the pair to fit so fine, but it created an ultra-sexy scene. She figured that she would have to buy some new clothes as her constant eating and giving her the ability to continue growing. It was projected that she could pick up another couple of inches or so before finally topping out around 6’4 or so, a child compared to the likes of Christina or Jade, but with more stomach power than the two of them combined. “You have a very beautiful daughter Mr. Williams.” Parker complemented. “And a lethal beauty at that.” Bill said nodding his head over at the 17-year old who giggled at the thought of that. “Well, we do have to keep that a family secret naturally. As I said, none of this gets out; I trust you two and the confidentiality of your profession understand?” “Yes sir. But as we will always know that you do have a gassy daughter.” Parker responded. “And that’s fine.” Mr. Williams said as Bill started to think about a thought running through his head most of that evening, the comments from Tim over Christina’s gas. He asked Megan’s father why Tim would go through such lengths when the truth was much different. “I mean, all we hear from the boy, at least publically before he sought the two of us in private, was that Christina was heads and shoulders ahead of Megan, that she was much, much worse than anything his sister could provide. He was really selling it that Christina was bad and the effects my daughter’s gas had on him helped to fuel that perception.” “It’s all an act I can assure you. If word ever got out, to anyone beyond her closest friends or family or doctors, about her condition, we’d be outed out of the community. Megan has built such a good thing in her school, she already rules it behind her gassy butt, not to mention the respect and admiration she gets in the community, if word ever got out that she was much much smellier in private, well it would destroy all of that. I think you and I can both agree that she couldn’t release these full-sized farts out in public; it could harm too many people and give her a reputation that would be beyond repair. So Tim for his part tried to sell it that his sister may have some gas issues, but nothing to severe. Sure he wants to sell it that your daughter is worse, only to avoid giving away the real secret behind it all.” “So he lies to my daughter?” Asked Bill. “He probably wants to protect her from finding out. A contest between the two girls would likely end in Tim’s death, in some form or another. Even if Tim is used to Megan’s farts, smelling one or two of them straight up from the source could still kill him. To my knowledge, no one’s smelled a fart up close since she was at least ten. The two kids will play around with the gas angle and he will make it sound as if he gas may smell….or that it may not smell as bad, they are very good at playing up the ruse to make it seem if things are a little bad, but not abnormally bad. I mean you’ve seen the examples so far and after this meal you’ll see that ….” Mr. Williams stopped as the three men quickly started to hear the eruption; a loud fart from Megan’s ass was starting to show just what kind of gas a meal like this would produce. PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!! “Excuse me boys!” She said giggling as she began to appreciate the divine power of her silent and deadly gas, this was stinking at a level even surpassed from the bedroom farts and that by itself was impossible. But Megan was making it possible, a two-minute long fart with only half a bowl of baked beans eaten was making it so. The stench of the gas was just starting to reach the three men across the long kitchen table as the core of the flatulent storm was still on its way. She continued to laugh as she felt the wicked-smelling gas flow out of her ass and into the kitchen. Immediately the gas masks went on both Parker and Bill’s faces as they tried to rid themselves of this dreadful gas. Mr. Williams was trying his best to keep up with the gas but it was truly unlike anything else that had been smelled before. As she finally stopped she commented on the vulgarity of the fart as she felt the gas surging within her, but then the imaginable happened. She leaned her body over again and pushed out another juicy and hard two-minute long fart. A massive gaseous eruption exploded from underneath her bubble butt, making a violent rattling noise that shook her seat like an earthquake. The walls and table were also shaking as this pungent beast was being released, outclassing her previous puke-inducing fart by over a 2 to 1 ratio The two-minute release of gas from Megan’s anus was more of a blustery jet of gas coming out of her ass which would then help to create a rumbling sensation with her two buttocks that continued to vibrate longer than anything she had ever experienced. She sat there with her butt slightly leaned over and allowed for her anus do the rest in pushing the fart out. Then, the gas slowly expanded in the dining room. A torrent of foul-smelling gas began to cascade out from within her bikini and onto her wooden seat. The fart smelled of beans and sulfur and cheese and every single bad stench in existence and caused Mr. Williams, Bill and Parker to feel a little woozy just from inhaling the vast amount of utter stink that formed from the green fog there in the kitchen. The air temperature there in the kitchen had increased by several degrees due to the unholy gas that had just ruptured its way out from Megan’s bowels, all the byproduct of only one half a bowl of beans. All three of them, dumbfounded by such a fart had looked over at Megan who had her cutest face on before her. And this was within the first minute. The gas continued to increase in strength over the second minute and even with Mr. Williams putting on his own gas mask the three men were starting to realize that they weren’t going to make it out alive. You tempt a girl like Megan with this much gassy food and there were going to be repercussions. They could all smell the smell of rotten eggs and decaying vegetables as the smell grew in strength and power. The smell, even from outside, was as horrible as ever. Megan could feel her stomach digest the food and start producing its sinister gas for all to breathe. It was a painful batch of smelly gas that made the inside of the dining room look like an explosion had just taken place with dust flying around, only those were gas particles, creating from the enormous fart of an extremely gassy girl. Megan continued to laugh like a maniac as she took in a big breathe of her gas and watched the painful reactions from her father, Bill and Parker. After a minute and a half into the fart she started to get winded from all the gas pushing-out, but looking across the table a smile came to her face as she saw the three men passed out from the hideously-smelling gas. Finally her fart had subsided and Megan was allowed to breathe in peace, but the damage was already done. She was loading up on food that would give her without any doubt the largest farts in human history. Both Christina and Jade would kill themselves for the power that was about to come to Megan Williams! Bill was the first to open up his eyes as he looked around at his surroundings. He felt his arms and saw that they were tied down with zip ties onto what appeared to be a bench with padding underneath him, making his back feel comfortable. He also noticed that his ankles were tied down as well to the bench and he was lounging with his face pointed upwards toward a white ceiling. It looked like the enclosed environment of some kind of laboratory which was roughly 30 feet by 30 feet in dimensions with a ten foot ceiling. He tried to wrestle his way around the protective ties but found no way of wrestling away. Being an agent for Section 26, he had been in situations like this before, both him and Parker, so he knew it would be a matter of time before he could get a way out, but then he heard a similar moaning sound from another person waking up, it wasn’t much of a surprise when he heard it was Parker. “Frank?” “Bill?” He turned his head and finally got a better view of another bench that was located on the opposite end of the room. Bill could now deduce that he was on the right side of the room and Parker on the left side. The two quickly began talking about their current predicament and where they possible were, but then they heard the waking up of a third individual, not surprisingly perhaps, it was Mr. Williams. “You’re in the Fart Tank….the real one, underneath the backyard.” Mr. Williams concluded as he got a better look of the interior. A flat screen TV was mounted on the wall at the opposite end from his location. He was located in the back of the room and now things were becoming clearer. He saw a computer laptop laid out on the floor along with a metal chair behind it, located in the middle of the room. Outside of the actual room was a set of computers that helped record the data of the farts that Megan would produce, and unbeknownst to the three men there, there was a video camera filming everything happening, but since Megan’s bedroom had a camera in it, it made sense. All of this seemed a bit out of place for such a room, but Mr. Williams quickly explained that the Fart Tank was supposed to simulate Megan’s bedroom. That’s when he dropped the bombshell of the true purpose of the Fart Tank. He then explained another secret that the family had done in the past; they did experiment with Megan’s gas and sometimes against her will. Her father had wanted to see how bad his daughter’s gas would get at times so while he would wait outside the room through a one-way viewing mirror he could watch his daughter let off her lethal butt fumes for an extended period of time. Of course, even after the fans and fumigators and vents were running and her gas would become too much for even her to handle he’d sometimes keep her in there to punish her with her own farts. That was how they were able to get her to handle her farts in public; any direct violation of the rule would result in a trip to the Fart Tank for her to torture herself. She’d be force-fed food and locked inside for the night eventually passing herself out with her own gas, reawaken in the morning and crying from the experience. The whole thing was meant to be used to teach her a lesson in gassing out other people and putting them through the same torture, to give her a taste of her own medicine. Even with her bedroom she was always free to leave it and wonder around the property so that she wouldn’t gas herself out. Still, severe violations of the direct rule to not release her full farts in public would be met in this way; it was all to continue the hiding of the secret. “You see gentlemen, the Fart Tank wasn’t supposed to be used for scientific research at all, but as a punishment chamber for my daughter. And even if you disapprove of the methods, you have not heard about any incidents here in Davis from my daughter’s gas, so the results do speak for themselves.” Mr. Williams tried to reason himself out of the situation, but Bill and Parker weren’t really concerned about the justifications of the idea. “My daughter gets gassy, I don’t keep her locked away, your technique is flawed Mr. Williams. It may have produced the result, but it had turned you into an abusive father…in a way at least.” “Hey, I’ve used this on Tim too….his gas can get out of control….” Mr. Williams tried to justify more of it but Bill wasn’t hearing it, besides he knew that Tim’s gas wasn’t bad at all. There couldn’t be any way that his gas was even at Christina’s level….well maybe. “I think you two are missing the most obvious part of the whole thing here. It doesn’t matter whether or not your punishment of Megan was sincere or not….what matters is that we are ALL about to be punished severely. I just hope I can survive it.” Parker, trying to act as the reasonable leader in the trio, said in a way to hush the two out. Of course he didn’t like the idea of the Fart Tank, but that didn’t matter anymore, not with the door in the “front” of the room opening up. Dressed back in her cheerleading outfit, it was Megan herself. “Hello guys.” She said with a short giggle. Walking in she was wearing a nearly identical cheerleading outfit from the one she walked in, but she revealed that this one was different, as she had ten total in her wardrobe. She was as radiant and stunning as beautiful as her nearly D cups pushed out against her top piece with the initials of the school being stretched by the abundant mammeries she possessed. Her navy blue skirt continued to hover only ten inches down from her waist as it was barely enough to cover her bubbly posterior. Down below were two thick and ripe female teenage legs that had seen workouts from her years of cheerleading and swimming. They were strong enough to keep a man’s head locked in place indefinitely, as she demonstrated on a previous boyfriend of hers. After letting off two rather small and pathetic farts and leaving him passed out in the school’s gymnasium last year, the two swiftly broke up. There was one profound difference however in what she was wearing now compared to what she wore when she came back from practice, and that was beneath her skirt. Normally she would wear another piece of spandex underneath her skirt other than her already tight panties, but in this instance, she was just wearing a white piece of underwear that hung tightly to her curves. In fact it was the same pair she wore earlier in her bedroom. That extra piece of spandex did little to prevent her gassy eruptions from stinking up cheerleading practice on an everyday basis, but it was better than her with just her panties on. “Yeah, I had to get into something else, that bikini was way too smelly after my dinner. Another dozen or so bombs in there and that thing was ready for a wash. Oh don’t worry; none of you were around for those. However I can’t say the same for your current predicament. I must confess, all that food was so good….so good in fact that I ate another two cans of beans and cleaned up the rest of the broccoli. I must admit I am a VERY big eater and it does come back to haunt me, though with two stomachs I am able to handle it better.” “Megan please, I heard of what your father has done to you in the past, but whatever you are planning, you could at least let myself and Bill go.” “Ha….ha….ha…ha….ha….ha…ha….ha…ha…that’s very nice of you to think of your friend, but for one night I’d like the three of you to take part in an experiment. You wanted me to be your little guinea pig to see how much I could fart with such a gas-inducing meal. Well now you are my guinea pigs and we’ll see how much you could handle my farts….my big and powerful and stinky farts!” She said laughing as she walked around near the metal chair moving her ass around in a seductive manner. She then exposed another part of her plan to Parker. “Tim has told me about the pill that you guys take at your underground military compound that allows you to withstand the farts of Bill’s so-called gassy daughter. Well, while you two were out for over two hours….whew you sure can’t stand a girl’s farts when you pass out on the second one out of at least….oh a dozen. Well, as I was saying, as you were out you I was able to locate a bottle of pills in your vehicle, since I’d assume you would come prepared and I slipped one into each of you, so that you should be able to handle more of the gas that comes. Not that it isn’t going to be a pleasant experience for you at all.” “Megan? You can’t be serious about holding the three of us down here all night while you….fart? Are you?” “Mr. Parker, you need to understand something right now, while you are in your underground complex you make the rules, but when you are in my underground complex, you go by mine. I am going to get gassy, really; really gassy, so gassy even I’m not sure how bad it will get. I will be letting off nothing but FULL FARTS tonight and with all that food inside of me, you’ll be wishing you never heard of Megan Williams, the gassiest girl in the world….no, the GASSIEST PERSON IN THE WORLD!” Laughing off like a typical supervillain Megan began her dominance in showing her pure strength in power by sitting on the metal chair and leaning her ass over in Parker’s direction. His eyes started to tear up as he felt the outer bands of just a sliver of the silent gas she was beginning to pass, but this wasn’t a silent fart, it was a mega fart that went on for nearly three whole minutes, a powerhouse in every sense of the world plus more. 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COLOSSAL, RAUNCHY, POWERFUL. Megan’s largest fart ever defined this and much, much more. The three men were witnessing for the first time what kind of power Megan was capable of and it was incredible! Her skirt moved as if a small hurricane was being unleashed from within and the white room was suddenly starting to turn green. The walls shook and the men gasped for air and coughed as they began smelling the stench. At this point there was no point of comparison, even to her previous farts. Parker and Bill were finding out that Megan had incredible sphincter muscles that enabled her to produce a fart and keep it ripping as she was relieving herself of this awesome gas. This was gas that Christina and Jade could have only imagined releasing. Their eyes were fogging up from the aroma of the fart, smelling like burning death and only being amplified as this three minute beast continued to be released. Their ears hummed with the sound of a loud explosion, rocking the eardrums with the fury of two buttocks getting a solid workout from boatloads of gas being released during the duration of the fart. Here, Megan was letting out more in one fart that Christina would in half of a day and Jade in several hours. In any case, it was a good ten of either of their farts combined into one with the rancid stink to combine it. Megan was creating new gaseous chemical compounds into the air with the gas she was letting out, or she was simply putting out much higher concentrations of the known gas compounds, in any case the chemistry at work here was astonishing. Her stomachs were producing a gas of such lethal proportions that anyone else other than these three, plus Tim and maybe Christina and Jade would be near death from their exposure to it. But because of the pills given to each man, they not only survived this butt blast but smelled every bit of it, and smelling just five seconds of this fart was enough to make them wish they were killed by it. “Oh come’on, that was just the FIRST fart, stop coughing and take it like men!” Megan said giggling as she was finally letting off the gas, literally, with her fart. The three men were all gagging and because of their tied up positions they had to take in the gas completely. Only by closing their mouths could they prevent it from entering, but so much gas that came out from that 17-year old girl, it had to go somewhere and into their lungs it did. Her gas was becoming a part of their system before their very eyes. But Megan was far from finished with them. She stood up and hiked up her skirt with her hands with her white panties facing the far back, directly at her father. Looking toward it he began to get fearful as he saw her butt muscles start to move, she was about to begin a storm of farts. 20 seconds worth of deadly and stinky gas came out from her panty-covered butt and that was the first of 15 CONSECUTIVE FARTS IN A ROW! Each fart lasted about the same, with a bubbly racket that continued to send fear into the heart of the three grown men from the sheer fact that the farts kept on coming and coming. Megan was now in the zone, she was digesting food and releasing the gas at a record clip, much more than she was before and each fart was followed with no more than a ten second pause before the next one was loaded up and ready to go. All in all, it was about five minutes worth of more of her juicy and repulsive flatulence in the timeframe of seven and a half minutes. Megan was a girl of many talents when it came to farting; she really was a jack of all trades. She could produce the long record-length farts that broke Guinness world records daily, she could produce chain farts that went on past 15, sometimes 20 to 30 in a row of constant farting, one after another, and then in the rarest of situations for her, the Silent But Deadly Fart. After smelling and hearing all of the previous bombs of gas come from her anus, smelling an SBD might as well have been a death wish. As she was tormenting the men she was recalling a story of her farting in a row from another time. It was her freshmen year in high school and she was already creating a niche for herself on the cheerleading squad. It was a practice on a late Thursday afternoon and she had let off a few small farts that caused some unpleasantness with the girls on the squad, but at this point they had to either deal with it or leave. That day, the still young teenager was getting harassed a little by the varsity football team and after one joke on her went to far she decided to make a trip to the boy’s locker room after practice. Unfortunately for the guys, Megan had Mexican for lunch and it was more than enough to seal in their fate. She blasted off an incredible ten farts in a row, each of them lasting for over five seconds and shrouding the locker room in a stench of vile fart gas so foul that it would take all the guys to pass gas at the same time just to come up to its level of stink. She laughed as the guys were weeping as if they were in a gas chamber. They begged like dogs to be let out as she stood near the entrance to the locker room. Each fart was as unpleasant and smelly as nothing they had smelled before and after that day the football team not only left Megan alone, but started to pay homage to her in a variety of ways to make sure they would never get on her bad side again. As she grew bigger in high school they feared that that gas would become bigger as well. And she finished up her last of the string of farts; she moved her ass over in Parker’s direction and started to taunt the chief of Section 26 with the mere thought of her farts. “Come’on dear captain, what’s wrong. Do Meg’s farts smell bad to you?” She asked in a sarcastic sobbing voice as she tried to taunt the captain, but for once in his life, parker was crying. He was actually become scared of the power surging up within Megan. He knew that this was going to be bad when he and Bill made the trip, but he never knew the length and ability would be this punishing. “Yes! Yes they stink!” “No they don’t. These don’t stink, but this one might!” She said with a snicker as she hiked up her right leg and began to blast out another massive-smelling fart and true to the truth about Megan’s powerful farting, this one was even longer, four minutes now in length! 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This time, she didn’t have to hike up her skirt at all, the fart continued with a blast so constant and so eruptive that it held the skirt up fluttering like a flag in gale force winds and suspended it for such a long period of time that she was worried it’d get stuck in there. She was laughing and in Parker’s suspended mind it sounded like a demon laughing with a deep and thunderous laugh, but by this point her gas had been playing tricks on him and he might as well have just been hearing a girl laugh at this man’s displeasure. But that didn’t mean that Bill and her father were not suffering as well. As the fart continued, she started to walk around the room, showing off just how easy it was to move around while letting rip the largest fart in human history. She made it look so easy, so fucking easy, she could have walked through her entire high school from one end to the other and release this one truly epic and deadly-smelling fart and put a thousand people into comas from smelling too much. The chemical infusion of gas was simply too much to handle, and without the aid of the pills the three men would have already been in a deep sleep. Still, she walked around as she continued this pungent explosion of gas that kept her skirt hiked up as if flapped in the winds. The lighting in this room continued to get dim as gas of all colors, but ultimately ending in a black to brown tint continued to flow out of her ass like heat out of an oven, continuous and dominant, the stinky gas was only building upon layers of already dreadful smells to make that room permanently damaged. But it wasn’t just that, it was the lungs of these three men, they were all being permanently destroyed by Megan’s gas, just not in a way that would become fatal to them. The four minute fart was finally cut off for no other reason than the fact that she had gotten bored and decided to sit back on the metal chair and go onto her computer for a little bit while she checked her emails. The three men for a time being were being held on those benches with the ability to protest or complain about the fart smell. But they could not speak, they did not know what to say after an event like this and for ten minutes there was nothing but complete silence as she checked up on her stuff. Of course what she wasn’t telling them was of the gas rebuilding in her system, much more gas. It was past the ten minutes of complete silence where she started to lean to the right. Each guy feared for what was about to come, but it was something a bit unique, a small fart. PPPPPPPFFFFFFRRRRRRTTTTT!!!!! Hum….maybe the gas had finally run out…. PPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!! PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!! PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!! It was quite sadistic really, one small fart, then a slight larger one, then a larger one than that and again and again before another four-minute eruption of young female flatulence that was as terrible and ghastly as the one before it. She was surpassing ever expectation, but the problem was Megan was going so far ahead of anything that Parker and Bill had believed about both Jade and Christina that Megan was digging a deep gulf that couldn’t be reached by the other two girls. Tim had lied to Parker when he said his sister’s farts were worse than Christina’s, they were epically worse, they were so much worse that this fart would be a 10 on her scale with the worst from Christina being a 1, Jade might be able to scrounge up a 2 on this scale, but Megan was obliterating everything. And the smell was as overpowering as anything experience, but that wasn’t saying much at this point. Everything was just plain bad as Megan was cutting farts even she thought she wasn’t capable of. This stench was of such a high order that it she had released it in the center of Davis she could easily have gassed up the entire Downtown area with every room smelling of her gas. The scope and coverage of this fart, had it not been suppressed by this air-tight room under the ground would have been ridiculous. A fart like this would have, not could have, cancelled a football game if she had released this under the guise of a pretty female cheerleader. That cheerleader mentality gave her the additional power boost to release this fart. She was a preppy looking girl, one full of energy and spunk, one full of attitude and determination and with enough muscle power, a girl so used to flexibility, that releasing mammoth farts like these were not out of the realm of her possibility. In school she is the queen, she is what everyone fears, her gas is already dreaded but on this scale it gave her a power. Christina had the ability to stink up classrooms and if she tried really hard perhaps her own school, Jade could do it under an extremely gassy meal but Megan could do it all in one fart by herself. That was power, that was something none of the girls would compete with. She had the ability to produce and release gas in such copious quantities and at such short intervals and for long durations that it was downright scary to know such a person like Megan Williams existed. The Fart Apocalypse would come and Megan would be the one who carried it out. Her stomach rumbled as her fart subsided and she knew that she would have to get ready because her next move would be one for the record books! Parker was now sobbing, and both Bill and her father were doing likewise, they weren’t used to this exposure to this kind of power and for the first times in their lives, they actually feared for their impending death, this was a GAS CHAMBER. Clinching her asscheeks together she began to rip an extraordinary series of three-minute long farts. Four of them. 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Nearly 15 minutes worth of farting with four three-minute long fart with only a minute in between. They were loud, smelly and downright impossible but Megan was a monster releasing monstrous farts and nothing could stop her right now! Their ears were ringing with the sound of incredibly loud flatulence, hurting the eardrums really more than anything else as she continued to release these catastrophic bombs of gas into the Fart Tank, truly living up to its reputation. Although it wasn’t known to her yet, these farts were going past 400 on the scale of instruments recording the gas, which were created specifically to better hold the data on just how bad her flatulence truly was. Her panties were getting humid from all the warm butt breezes that were flowing out of her anus, but she knew that anyway. Gas masks, protective suits, vents, fumigators, all possible to prevent the three from smelling this wretched gas but all at this point useless, Megan was batting up in leagues that were unknown to anyone but herself with these farts. Even after her blasts she continued to breathe the residual effects of her toxic butt blast of power, she had to sample in the true and awesome power of her farts. Everyone had to sift through the green and yellow gas as they made their way out of the stink zone of Megan’s farts and into the residual zone behind her butt, still smelling like a bathroom but without the extra pinch. One could only admire how that cheerleading skirt was doing as Megan was releasing volley after volley of her lethal and enormous farts. Never in human history had such a cute girl in such a cute outfit released such big and deadly farts. They could all feel the humidity around increase from Megan’s enormous farts. The smell of burning Mexican food and eggs hung over the air as Megan pumped out these farts with such power and authority it was stretching the limits of disbelief. They were all in a world of pain as they continued to be forced to stay lying down to bask in the awful aroma of Megan’s fart. The pill had done its job from forcing the three to not pass out immediately from the gas, but even with it working like this it was still basically a death sentence. For once, being able to pass out would at least get rid of the agony of this experience. Each breathe was labored, hurting the lungs as the chemicals in Megan’s gas were simply unbelievable. They were roughly the same chemicals that would be in the farts of Christina or Jade but they were simply much bolder. A sharper intensity behind this gas made each breathfuls of gas hurt their system, taking in something that humankind was not made to take in. Now Parker and Bill understood fully why Megan couldn’t let these out in public, she be unleashing this dreadfulness upon the world, but that also gave her an empowering thought, she could theoretically fart like this the whole time around her world and force people to do her will. At first she was downright embarrassed to have her second stomach and create farts like these, but the more she realized the power she held with it, the more she wanted to let it all go. Their entire bodies was going to smell of Megan’s farting for quite some time. Being that close to a Megan Fart meant that you were going to smell it for a while; it only depended on the severity of the fart. And with Megan’s farts, the level of severity practically went from near-death to death. Their eyes burned with one wretched tear coming out after another, it was like bathing in ammonium and fertilizer. They could feel fire in their eyes as they watched the gas hover around, concentration camp gas chambers didn’t reach level of severity with it gassed its victims. Their noses labored as much as they could but every breathe was either the most toxic form of flatulence from any animal on the Earth, or not taking a breath at all, but the air in that Fart Tank was likely to stink for an entire week in any case. Their mouths breathed in the gas and it was like eating manure mixed in with rotten eggs, even in vapor form the taste was as bitter and foul as the worst tasting food from the dirtiest restaurant in the world. Even the condensation of the water droplets from the humid farts tasted like a liquid version of fecal material. All around they could feel radiation burns from a girl’s thick and lethal farts that felt as if a giant hair dryer had run continuously on their bodies for such a long time that it was leaving the skin red. And their hearing was going all over, being exposed to such loud blasts for such a long time in such a small room meant hearing damage was inevitable. Even with exposure to the loud bombs from Jade and Christina, the difference was between a person talking normally and one shouting to the top of their lungs. Megan continued to walk around with her position of authority for another minute as she looked at her phone and thought about all the mundane female teenager stuff she would normally be up to. Typically she could be out visiting friends and hanging out on a Friday Night, but what she choose to do was much worse, she wanted to take life tonight, or at least permanently scar it forever. Her stomachs began to churn with something as sinister and fierce as anything before her and by the sheer fact that SHE did not want to hang out in that room for much longer, she announced her exit strategy. “I think now we are understanding each other. I can fart whenever I want, however I want, how much I want. I can dial up putrid gases that you three haven’t even experienced yet. I am going to put you out of your misery with a fart so foul you’ll wake up days later. A special fart for each of you, starting with you Captain Parker…” She trailed off as she walked over toward his body with her butt well-formed within her cheerleading skirt and moving about as he feared her posterior getting closer and closer. Laughing at the captain’s impending doom she finally spoke again. A silence had grabbed the room for a while as the men were kept completely silenced from the utter aura that her extreme gassiness had produced. “You captain are a man of power and authority, you want to be in control of the situation, you are a leader and a friend. So as your leader and your friend, I am going to demonstrate a fart of power and authority….open up wide friend!” She giggled sadistically as she proceeded to knock the wind out of the captain by sitting her cheerleader self on top of his body. He tried screaming a little, pleading, anything that could work, but nothing happened. She giggled at his helplessness and pleas for mercy. She got up slowly, arching her back so that her firm, aerobic, cheerleader trained buttocks smacked him in his face. The panties that she wore smelled like death, much worse than the deadliest stenches he ever experienced in his years in the field with either the CIA or Section 26. All is combat sitauations, all his experience, his own experienced torture. Nothing could withstand what was about to happen. She began pushing on her asshole and cut loose a torrent of powerful gas. This was a nuclear fart! FIVE WHOLE MINUTES. It was torture of the highest degree. There was not any standard for how a fart like this could be measured. She released more in this one fart than Jade could release in one full day and Christina in two, her stomachs were churning out more gas that humanly possible and it was showing here as the Captain’s face was being burned and his insides screwed over as she continued to shake and vibrate his head with the fury of absolute power and force. It was like tear gas was being pushed into his body and allowed for it to chemically alter his breathing supply. He was getting methane and sulfur poisoning as this fart had thrust him swiftly into a deep coma that would take some time for him to emerge. The fart continued for an impossibly long period of time, consuming his world for what appeared to be an eternity. His will tried its best to keep up with the gas, but there was no going back from this, a minute into the fart he was already slipping into the darkness and soon he was unable to detect anything, he was as close to dead as he ever will be outside the final cold jaws of death itself. Leaning her head back she felt this power unleash itself from within her as this fart continued. She had no regard to whether or not the captain was going to make it out of this one alive. For so long she wanted to release a fart of such torrential power that she had to know whether or not it was lethal, but at this point her power and authority was such that she was now hypnotized by the actual ability of her farts. She could remember making Tim pass out many times over when they were kids, her farts were final and dramatic and utter-smelling, and that was as an eight-year old kid. Now they had crossed a line so final that she started to fear about her adult-sized farts. Eventually she may even want to find something to actually control these farts. But tonight was about her showing her absolute dominance, so the fart continued another four minutes after Parker had slipped into a coma and when all was said and done she breathed in a sigh of relief and expressed a quick need to leave the room, for only a few seconds as she reviewed the data. She was farting over 500 on the computer’s scale and that was going to be her weakest fart of the three big ones she had planned. “Bill, I see in you the love and appreciation for gas that is unlike these other two. You realize that a girl’s farts are sustaining for the body and mind. You know what power gas has over the human body, more so than these other two, therefore I am going to give you a fart of love and appreciation, one that will make you forever remember it when you continue to smell those inferior butt bombs from your daughter’s so-called gastric evacuations.” Bill laid there motionless with his eyes to the bright-lighted ceiling with the light but ever-so intense fog hanging over as Megan started to sit down on top of his face. He was helpless to stop her as she lifted up her skirt, exposing her beautiful round panty-covered ass, and then lowered it onto his face. He was powerless to stop all of this, but willing to take it like the man he was. As someone who had slept for nights with his nose up Christina’s ass, he knew the need and ability to appreciate this moment. He was willing to take it as he may not experience something so powerful again in his life. Megan settled in and came to rest with his face wedged deep into her ass-crack, her anus positioned right at his nose mouth. He could smell the residual gas from her previous bomb and couldn’t even begin to describe its power. Then her face started to contract as she felt the unleashing of her mega bomb. Bill got his wish in experiencing the most putrid and devastating of farts he would ever smell personally and like Parker could only survive about the first minute and a half of the fart before slipping into a deep coma himself, but man did he enjoy this. For once he thought back about Christina and was now getting the obvious point that Christina couldn’t match up with a fart like this, a five minute fart of devastating and destructive power, capable to causing severe damage to his nose and sinuses. It was as if he was doused into a sewage treatment plant after one of Christina’s Class Fives, which God knew how much Megan could produce on her own. But all of that was insignificant to the intrusive nature of this gas, he was filling up with so much of her gas that he could probably let rip with his own series of deadly farts that could put Christina out into a coma by himself, not that that was going to happen of course. Unlike Parker, who more or less protested the whole way as he received his vapor punishment, he took in the gas like the trained agent he was, giving in to this 17-year old’s demands and taking the fart for everything it had. When Megan released this bubbly and wet fart for the five minutes, she was thinking back to a swim meet where her gas had gotten the better of her and she released a couple of half-minute long farts that stunk up the natatorium to the point that the rest of the meet had to be cancelled. Apparently, her corrosive chemically-produced farts collided with the chlorine in the pool water to help induce a gas of such heinous proportions the health department had been sent to the pool the next day to see if there was an improper imbalance in the chemicals to produce such an effect. The ten people who passed out before they could leave were indicative of the obvious answer, but more importantly, Megan knew that she couldn’t fart during swim meets any more. It was a fart like this with all the chemical impurities that held send Bill into his deep coma from which he would not be unable to come back for days. But in the back of the room, laid her father, still alive somehow and crying like a baby from such a grand stench. Parker and Bill were more or less dead, or the equivalent and he knew that he was next. Megan had been held back for so long by her family, not able to release her full farts out in public, she had something special cooking up for him and unlike the last time where there was a short break, she already had the gas built up within her. Looking at her father with the eyes of the devil, she knew his time had come. “Father dearest….don’t worry, you’re time has come. I got the best one of all saved for you!” She laughed with a dead certainty as she stood there in a cheerleading pose with her hands on her hips and a smile that took the heart away from him. It was a daughter finally coming into her own, finally understanding and realizing after all this time the dominance she had over him. She had known this for a long time, but only now was able to conjure up the ability to demonstrate it in such a way that it will change things forever. He was going to find out what it was like to truly breathe in one of Megan’s farts and all he knew was that the experience was going to permanently hurt him. She slowly walked up toward him with her face getting higher into the air as she looked at her father as if he was a poor and defenseless animal, ready to get pulverized by the winds of a gassy girl. Finally she turned her body around so that he could look up at the panty-covered rear end underneath the blue cheerleading skirt. He could make out the stiches in the piece of clothing that symbolized the sexiest and best in teenage girls. As the video cameras recording the whole session were seeing, he was going to get humiliated in such a way that he could never be embarrassed by her gas again. “Now father…..I have to fart.” She said with words of a death reaper as she proceeded to sit down on his face. He saw the light leave him for the last time as her blue skirt became a pitch black sky, meant to hold him the gas that she would unleash for him. He could smell nothing but shit as he felt the cotton fabric of his daughter’s panties move across his face as she used her butt crack to find his nose as he was going to experience this fart at its deepest and purist level. Finally, finding a nice spot and ready to go Mr. Williams said a quick prayer to the Lord to forgive him for his sins as he awaited the final call of death. He knew his daughter well enough that this fart was going to kill him. He awaited a monstrous explosion that could have probably ripped his face off, but instead he was met with only silence and that made his heart pound harder and harder, he was now scared, petrified and fearful, he knew what silence met, his daughter was going to unleash a Silent But Deadly Fart. A Megan Williams SBD was the final stage of her gas. Her SBDs were usually quite small, they had to be, because a full SBD was downright lethal to anyone who breathed it in. While she was kind enough to use a defibrillator there in the Fart Tank to at least bring her father back to life, she had to kill him off first to demonstrate just how mean her gas truly was. He heard the silence and then an entire half a minute worth of gas being pushed out in a silent push that touched his nose and burned it like a hot flame on the finger. The gas surging in him was much much smellier than anything either Parker or Bill had and considering the fact that they were both in comas from their farts that meant that the stink here had reached the outer limits of what would be considered possible for a smell. Mr. Williams’s entire body couldn’t keep up with the gas that this flatulent 17-year old cheerleader was pushing out of her anus and filling into the air. The glass mirror looked as if water had been splashed over it as the air was becoming so dense and fog-like that a fart cloud was filling up the entire room. Water droplets were forming on the surface of the other two men from the sudden precipitation taking place from the creation of this fart cloud. His mind and body started to merge with this wicked six-minute long burst of silent gas as it kept on being pumped into his entire being. He was doing more than just smelling his daughter’s gas, he was becoming one with it, it became so much about him that suddenly his body and mind were nothing compared to the wickedness of this gas. There were no words to describe just how foul this smelled, everything had been used up at this point. She was breaking the Geneva Convention stipulations of torture with this fart. Hell if Osama bin Laden had been smelling this wicked fart the staunchest Republicans would have been asking for a more humane way to kill him. Every time that Megan ever produced a full SBD she would herself knock out from the sheer power of the fart. Tim himself had been behind the back wind of some of these and he would be out for so long he hardly remembered where he was. Anyone who would smell this fart up close would have been out for hours, hell Parker and Bill’s coma was prolonged by a day most likely from the surge in gastric vapors out of this fart. Even the release of this gas made it such a unique creature that it couldn’t be handled with. The initial release of gas was of a firely push of silent gas that Mr. Williams could feel on his nose but after that the release was just constant. There was no push of air that left her anus, the gas just continued to emerge at its own pace, she had left the valve on and gas was coming out, for minutes on end as the SBD continued its release into the air to contaminate it unlike any other fart had before it. This was THE definition of a gas leak. It was a Grade 1 Gas Leak that was a serious threat to all living things around her. Around the underground Fart Tank the grass was slowly dying off and the trees in the backyard were beginning to show signs as if something was seriously wrong. This air was spreading throughout their entire property as the signs of Megan’s SBD were finally showing their expressive supremacy. His was a life-stealing gas that has all the signs of being a killer aroma that would have downright killed any person had it not be these two. In a way, Christina had saved the lives of both Parker and Bill by at least exposing them to some brand of severe female flatulence, or otherwise they would have been killed by the exposure to this lethal anal radiation that seeped out of Megan’s anus. Likewise, Mr. Williams’s exposure from Megan’s gas kept him alive through most of her fart before falling into death’s grip himself, if even for only a brief time. She started to wave the air around her as she was around the five-minute point of her fart, she continued to feel this hot wind leave her bowels as she felt her father’s now lifeless body beneath her. This was a long-time coming. Even if it wasn’t shown in the beginning, this was someone who had her contain her gas to short bursts, told her she had to hold it in, told her she could only release big ones out in the open. He restricted her gas for so long that more of it would build up over time and now she could finally show him what pent up gas did to her insides. It pained her to hold in gas on a constant basis and in a way it aided in the development of her stomachs to a larger size, she could now collect even more gas and be ready to produce it at a random rate. As her fart had finally “ended” she could feel the valve shot off. Despite the incredibly long fart, she didn’t really even have to push on any muscles to let it out, her extreme training through swimming and cheerleading had given her the abilities to control her butt muscles to help push out these incredible farts and finally here at the end of it all, her SBD had ended and her father was dead. And the worst part was that her gas was still seeping out. There were intermittent breaks past the seven-minute mark but there was probably another three minutes worth of mostly farting, meaning that she was releasing in truth a nearly ten-minute long SBD, with only a few breaks in the action. Finally, her energy had been spent and in the end of it all, she had felt weak and nauseated from having to endure the wrath of her most wretched stink. She briefly left the room to a control room that smelled like her deadly fart. Reading the instruments she saw that the final SBD had a power near 1,000, higher than much anything else that could ever be produced from Christina or Jade. The reached for the defibrillator and brought it over to her father and used it to jumpstart his heart to the point that it was at least breathing, he was still in a deep coma though even with that. But with the insides of Megan’s skirt a likely Level 3 Biohazard it was bound to happen. Then the gas finally caught up with her, she started to breath in the foul stenches and she was now getting to the maturing portion of her SBD’s gas. This was why she rarely released these kinds of farts; they had this kind of impact. She quickly called 911 and reported of a gas leak before finally collapsing on the floor, a victim herself of her own powerful gas. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Bill’s eyes opened up ten days after that fateful Friday night, he was looking up on an early Monday morning to his own daughter, the look on her face was that of slightly elevated hope as she began smiling to the sight, she quickly went to hug her father close as he was still dazed and confused, put into some kind of condition that even Christina didn’t have the power to do. Bill had asked his daughter where he was and found that he was in a San Francisco hospital at about 2:00 in the morning. She was called in when Bill was showing more signs of conciseness. That’s when one of the Section 26 doctors had walked in to explain more of the situation for him. “Agent Lopez, nice to see you up sir. I can assure you that everyone back at Section 26 has been hoping for a speeding recovery for both you and Captain Parker.” The doctor declared. “Frank? Is he fine?” “He’s still not up like you, but he’s showing stabilizing signs of emerging out of his coma, as is Mr. Williams. It may be another day or so before they’re back as well. But the three of you are making a good recovery all in all and with luck the two of you should be back to work by the end of the week.” “Really?” “Sure….just stay away from those abandoned gas tanks. I understand it’s a directive from the captain, but areas need to be researched before agents are sent in. But you obviously knew that.” “What happened?” Asked Christina. “Now Chrissy, you know I can’t tell you, your father or Captain Parker may be willing to explain it later.” “It was a mission Chrissy, nothing more.” “So what was Tim’s father doing with you two?” She asked as Bill thought about some quick excuses to sell to his daughter, of course he wasn’t entirely sure about the events of that Friday night anyway. Coming up with the best he could on the knowledge he had, he explained that it was a mission and Mr. Williams was coming along in a chance for the father of the girlfriend to interact with the boy’s father. It was supposed to be some routine stuff with Mr. Williams staying far behind, but the exposure to the toxic gas was more than enough to knock the three of them out. “Toxic gas?” “Worse than yours Christina….much worse…” He said with soft and labored breaths as he breathed in the oxygen through the tube. He had been given a medical treatment that would give him the sustaining nature of Christina’s gas while he was in the hospital, but by the time he was back at the compound he would be able to resume his normal treatments from his daughter. “There can’t be anything worse than mine? My farts stink like hell.” She said defiantly with her arms crossed as if there was no argument. Bill then “reassured” her that the gas was definitely “not human” putting away any fears of the obvious. After another few minutes of soft words between the two there was a final saying of goodbyes before she left the room. She wondered back into a seating area of that wing of the hospital and was surprised to find Bill and his sister Megan sitting there as well. He was wearing a black jacket with a pair of blue jeans and a half-awake look while Megan was wearing a tight pair of white pants along with a pink hoodie. Until now Christina hadn’t actually met Megan yet, so Tim’s sister was more than eager to meet the beautiful giant that was her brother’s girlfriend. “I heard your father’s back up.” Tim said. “He is….is yours okay?” Asked Christina. “He will be.” Tim then got up as he pointed to Megan and formally introduced her sister. “This is Megan, my younger sister. This here is Christina Lopez.” The two girls stood up with Christina easily towering over the smaller but still quite lovely Megan. “Hello Christina.” “Megan.” The two girls shook hands as they for a moment shared in a common sisterly bond of having both their fathers in the hospital. Of course, only one of them knew the true reason. She kept the video of the entire session and at any time could display it, but decided not to for the time being. As they shook hands Megan had a sly smile on her face, not incredibly detected yet but that’s when the stench hit them. “Oh fuck Christina…..man is that foul!” Tim said as he stood up and began waving his hands around. Christina was caught off guard at first but then noticed the smell; yep it was definitely a fart. This SBD fart was an eye watering monster of fragrance that had incredible strength and coverage, this one fart was enough to clear out the entire floor of the hospital and at the very least stink up that room. Christina was starting to wonder what the foul sewage and garbage super-combo stink was all about as she started to get the look of a girl who was about to throw up. That’s when she declared the horrifying truth about that fart. “That wasn’t me!” She declared as she waved the air around her, putting her nose underneath her shirt and sweating bullets from the deadly gas that was hovering around. “Oh come on Christina, own up to it, I know you better than anyone else…that was definitely you!” Tim, playfully, continued to hound Christina as if she was the originator. The ghastly stench of the fart was starting to disorient her as she was getting a little confused, starting to wonder if maybe she herself was really the cause behind that lethal bomb. But before she could do anything else, she began to smell even more of the gas; it was increasing in coverage and power. She was being blasted with burning hot winds that smelled of garbage and shit, over and over again. The smell would increase for another ten seconds before Christina was finally finished with the gas and announced that she had to use the bathroom, to throw up. Running away from the extremely eggy and foul-smelling gas both Tim and Megan started laughing as Tim did a fist bump with his sister. “Nice one sis!” |
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