“Hmmm boy….I love these beans. I absolutely love them, but I just can’t eat them, I fart bombs when I eat beans!” She said giggling as I watched her begin to eat the beans. Like a machine, she would take the wooden spoon, fill it with a large pile of brown, creamy baked beans and then shove the spoon in her mouth, licking her lips each time to get any of the sauce that would stay on her lips. She would then repeat the motion and do this continuously for around 15 minutes. It was the growing rumbling noise in Melissa’s stomach that perked my interest. It got me hoping that the coming thunderstorm within her stomach would herald a wind storm of epic proportions. Melissa could feel it too; the beans were getting to her as she was finishing up the pot.
I had focused my gaze back on Melissa and her wardrobe. She was wearing a low cut baby blue shirt that displayed her immense cleavage with her D cups showing as bright and perky as ever. Below her, she wore her red panties, which hugged every aspect of her basketball-sized asscheeks, which were vast enough to cause some of her panties to be wedged within her massive butt crack. Still, her cheeks were still covered, albeit very tightly by the underwear. She moved her butt around a little bit on the bed as she finished up her beans, scarfing them down like a maniac, it was upon her finishing of the beans that she told me that she wanted me to lay down in bed, she was going to sit on top of my face and let one go. My heart pounded with excitement and joy as I was about to get my first facefart. At least that’s what I originally thought.
“I’ve never done this before, but let’s see how it goes. I’m gonna sit on your face.” She said giggling as my heart began to pound. She proceeded to slowly move her ass down upon my face, trying to make sure that my head wasn’t going to be snapped off and my vision went dark and my sense of smell went up as I felt the lumps of girl butt meat surround me. My nose was digging deeper and deeper into her asscrack, of my own friend’s sister. Before today, I never thought about seeing myself in her butt, let alone smelling the rank aroma of her ass pre-fart action. It smelled of her previous bowel movement and of the building gases, Mexican food with refried beans plus a whole bowl of baked beans was probably going to be a mistake for me, but I had to get a feel for this thing. I may be the only time I engage in something like this and I’d better get the most of it. Both of us made this sound like it would only be a one-time thing as well. She turned the TV on and started to watch something on TV, indicating to me that she was going to settle in, I had no idea what she was watching because…well I was occupied with something else.
Time passed on, and infinite amount of time, it kept on ticking as I thought about what was going on. In her own head, Melissa knew something was wrong about all of this. She thought about the ramifications of doing this and what others would have thought about it. In her mind, and in mine, this wasn’t any sort of sexual act and it was clear that they didn’t have any physical attraction to each other but the scent of Melissa’s farts had become a bit too much for me to ignore. My eyes were already watering and my nose being assaulted by the thick residue of funky smells that hung over Melissa’s panties. It was an earthy smell of shit that was as pungent as I have ever smelled, it was grand and awe powerful. This was an incredibly tall and beautiful black teenager who had just eaten a bunch of gas-producing foods; the explosion coming was bound to be….
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“There we go!” Melissa cried out as she felt the first burst of gas erupt from her ass.
A strong vibrating sensation was felt on the wooden chair she had seated her prestigious caboose on as the plume of ultra-stinky gas blew out of her panties and into the air of the bedroom. In the matter of seconds I could already smell the wretched stink and embraced the smell. It was already the greatest thing I had ever smelled, I started to take in breathfuls of the sulfuric-smelling vapors. I started looking around as his eyes swelled with tears and saw just how airtight that room was. I was going to get more of Melissa’s gas than I had ever imagined, my dick grew harder. The only thing filling the room at the time was Melissa’s gas, and she was laughing about the predicament as much as I was enjoying it. The smell was a raucous mixture of shit and beans with a heaping dosage of hydrogen sulfide mixed in, an utterly smelly fart.
“Fuck that felt good….got them bean farts going. Here’s another!” She cried out as her ass leaned over against the seat and she released her second volley.
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“Holy shit!” I thought to myself as I began to understand my mistake, to say that Melissa’s farts were worse after beans. My head was shaking as this 15-year old beauty was pushing outa fart that stretched to about 15 seconds in length, an absolute lifetime to me as I began to experience the true power of what I called the Melissa Fart, and the capitalization was intentional as she deserved the respect. I had wanted to know what the feeling would be like, the facefarting from a big gassy girl and I was not disappointed, it was as powerful on all my senses as ever. All I could hear was the bubbly bass of the fart, all I could feel was the fart being blasted and her two twin cheeks of girl muscle and all I could smell was her gas and real gas it was.
The smell was ripe…too ripe, it burned me in every facet of my face. In only a few seconds I couldn’t even recognize the difference between the warm air that was Melissa’s gas and normal air. But being trapped in between her colossal cheeks didn’t make matters any different, it was a warm inferno, like being in hell, especially with the smell of burning brimstone that her farts apparently had. Rotten eggs would be a proper way to describe the smell if I were smelling the fart from a distance as I had earlier, but with Melissa’s stench was now surpassing the rotten egg smell. The high quantities of hydrogen sulfide were being mixed in with other chemicals that seemed to have increased the potency of her farts. It was enough to make me sick to my stomach, but damn it I was going to endure it. Upon her initial release of gas she stood up off the edge of her bed and looked down at my face, now all red from the great pressure of her ass and the hot winds of her gas, everything I smelled was Melissa’s bean-produced gas and it was glorious.
“Awesome.” I said in a quiet voice as she smiled down upon me.
“I though you was weird before, but now, I don’t even know what to think.”
“Think nothing, I’ll be your fart sniffer tonight, give me some more.” I asked, eagerly wanting more of this drug, this eggy gassy drug.
“I don’t got more, I mean I will, but these things take time to produce, you think us girls just produce fart after fart in rapid succession, it ain’t like I can be dropping some 20 farts an hour or so.”
“Fair enough, it takes time to produce something that fine.”
“But you gonna stay in here and I’m gonna warn you, that window stays down, I’m trapping you in my gas chamber all night long.” She said as she moved around and noticed her grand stench. As I found out that night, along with later commentary from Billy, when Melissa had beans, her farts were the absolute worse, and there was no comparison anywhere in the world. Melissa had to plug her nose from the smell of her legendary farts as they took the longest time to dissipate. She joked with me that there were nights in her room where the smell of her farts would never fade away…and it didn’t’ look like she was kidding. About 15 minutes had passed as she sat there at her computer desk, looking up some stuff on Facebook before she ordered me to kneel beneath her wooden computer seat, I already knew what was about to happen, a good old fashion chair fart. She sat there as sexy as ever at the computer with her tight red panties hugging the entire wooden seat of her desk and her long legs situated in a right angle from her big feet on the ground. Up above, her healthy-sized breasts and upper body stood out in the true form of a ebony goddess, along with her bright and cherry face and long black hair.
Her divine booty was rested on the seat as she felt another bubbly surge of gas in her stomach. She moved her cheeks around a little before she got into a good position. She leaned forward just a little bit with her ass moving up in the seat. Her cheeks remained on the wooden seat, but her asshole was now facing out toward the back just a little bit, with my nose pointing up at the fabric of her panties.
“Good now Timmy, start breathing, I don’t want to think about what this is gonna smell like.” She said giggling and it made my mind go all over the place, how did she know about the bad stench of this coming fart. It was as if she felt it within her and absolutely knew that it would smell bad. Well, it was bad.
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A fart of immense power was released out from the anus of Melissa that vibrated loudly against the wooden chair that had held her growing bubble butt on it. The fart was another rather long one, about 10 seconds in length but to almost anyone that would be a long one. The fart sounded like a small motorcycle going off as it kept on spewing out ungodly odors into the chair with each second of release. The fart could likely be heard from outside the room and it would have been enough to hear on the whole floor, alerting Mr. Carpenter to the precense of Melissa’s gas. But the smell of the fart was what made itself known; it dwarfed the stench that had just started to dissipate from her previous fart. She waved the air around laughing her ass off as she waved her hair around; taking a victory dance from the awful fart she had cut. All I could smell and taste was pure gassy funk, another bout of garbage and egg-smelling gas that filled her room and made my dick even harder than ever.
“You sure you want to smell my butt Timmy…. my farts are downright lethal!” She said laughing as I backed away slowly from the gas experience. This was a stronger push of gas but she was right, her gas was quite bad and it seemed like it was only the beginning. For the next five minutes I kept my nose in place, right there by her ass. I was becoming her ass slave and I was more than willing to enter a dark world where everything was based on Melissa’s gas, it was that good and potent, a risk I was willing to do anything for. It was only five minutes after the previous fart before she instructed me to put my nose back into place, digging in I expected another loud blast of gas, but what I got was absolutely horrendous, a Melissa SBD.
The Melissa SBD was the gateway drug into my whole obsession with farts, it was the first thing I smelled when I saw her that morning, and as I found out from such a close position, it was a very unique character of its own. A young teenage black girl’s SBD was enough to make me gas and enough of them would have probably. She released her just one SBD.
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It was only six seconds, and Thank God because more of it would have been murder! The potent fart blew its way out from her anus and had a strong enough push of wind for me to feel it on my face; I swear that I could my nose hairs blow around from the strong wind. At that close, it was the equivalent of being blasted with superheated radiation and I was sure of its utter power. It was a burning gas, quite simply, the equivalent of breathing in fire from anyone who was nearest to Melissa’s angelic-smelling ass. The burning, sulfuric and demonic stench that came out of her ass was enough to cause me to gag and almost to hurl, to say it was pungent was a real understatement.
With every fart is seemed that Melissa was breaking new barriers as to how bad her gas could become. I was looking everywhere for a green gas to come out as this silent fart passed its way out, the gas would have looked more pretty with it, but in real life gas in colorless. This was like a stink bomb going off in her bedroom, it was probably a little worse than even that, as this was a naturally created stink bomb, one of the highest caliber ever produced. It was the kind of fart that would burn the area surrounding her asshole as her butt crack was being heated to incredible temperatures. Her panties had become damp from the humidity that the monster SBD had released. It was a fart worthy for me to write about forever, but she had much more gas forming for me to think about that. I got a little lightheaded as she began laughing. She looked behind me and saw me on the ground, trying to understand what had occurred.
“How was that one hon?”
“You could kill people with that?” I said, grasping for any kind of oxygen but the air in that room was very fouled up.
“Now you know why Billy don’t come in here anymore, when I’m dropping these bombs, he’s fucking screwed. It’s bad enough when I drop them in the house, but this is my bedroom, this is my kingdom, I pass gas here like nothing else, it’s the only place on Earth that can tolerate them.” She said giggling as she got back on her computer, typing some kind of post on her Facebook wall.
“Beans and me…a lethal combination!” She typed as she wondered what kind of reactions she would get from her friends. I too had to wonder what her friends thought about such gas, there wasn’t any chance she could let off too many of these in school or hanging out, so I asked her about them.
“I don’t let off bean farts anyone but here or the bathroom. Not anymore at least, I learned it the hard way when I had some beans before a day at school, about six years ago. We were attending a different school from the one you went to. I had some beans for lunch and let off a few of these silent ones the next day; even at the age of nine they were bad. The kids found out it was me and I wasn’t looked at in the same way. Luckily, going to middle school meant that few people knew about the effect beans had on me. Now, I hold in all my farts. I’d clear out a room now with some of these and I don’t want to be known as a smelly girl. I either go to the bathroom or let them off at home.”
“A testament to your power.” I told her, trying to comfort her from this embarrassing story.
“My what hon?”
“Your power. Melissa you are taller than everyone you know, that alone gives you the power to be dominant over all. You could make your family do your bidding if you wanted. Everyone needs to move over to give you the space you need, and you have the gas to create it. It’s a grand gift of yours. You are a girl who is as fabulous and gassy and immense and perfect as a god. You deserve to be treated like a queen, and I would love to give you that experience. I’d do anything for you; even worship you if you’d want. You are the perfect girl for me.”
“Oh Timmy, you know how to treat a girl well…come back to the chair, I got another one.” I quickly moved back over to her seat and awaited the next big fart, what I didn’t know was that my little speech to her apparently gave her some confidence, because she farted a fart of confidence and power.
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After being called a queen and a god, Melissa released a fart like one. Out of Melissa’s butthole came the worst fart I had ever heard ripped from a human being’s asshole. All four of these butt blasters were killer beyond belief. They reeked to high heaven of old meat and beans and cheese and onions, all of them mixed into the final solution, one that could only be conjured up when mixing the worst foods with the highest concentration possible of diabolical gas. And while this was rushing out, I did my best to breathe in each fart, gulping them in as if they were the only air I was receiving. She could hear my nose breathing in each gulp of fresh air The heat that blasted from her anus was intolerable, worse than that even, they made any hot fart she had cut previous to that seem rather cool. This fart could rip paint off of walls, the chemicals that were spewing from Melissa’s ass simply was not human, and I had to take a step back as the stench got to me.
The other aspect of this fart that was powerful was the sound. It was a bombastic fart that shook the seat of her chair like a sanding machine. It was loud enough that she heard something from her father.
“Quick…into the closet.” She said as she moved my body over into the closet with relative ease, given that she was bigger than me and threw me into a pile of clothes that had gathered there as she got to the door and awaited her father. I heard the sounds as she opened up her door to reveal her father standing there, wondering what the hell the noise was.
“What was that I heard….Goddamn Melissa….was that you?!” Mr. Carpenter said as he took a whiff of his daughter’s most recent fart. Her entire bedroom stunk up raw and putrid gas.
“Sorry daddy….dinner’s getting to me.”
“You only got a few beans. Shouldn’t be this bad?”
“I know…just feeling gassy tonight, I think I’d better stay in this evening.”
“Just keep it here. It’s a gas chamber in here, I swear we can’t let you have ANY beans the way you going in here. You are fucking lethal girl.”
“Sorry daddy.” She said laughing as she closed the door and heard her father complain a little more of the smell. I could smell the gas from inside the closet. She opened up the doors and released even more of her gassy stink as she admired the warm gas that hovered around her room.
“Them beans is giving me some really good farts tonight.” She said giggling.
“I love them, they are very strong, you ought to be proud of such power.” I said with a smile as she picked me back up from the heap of clothes in the closet. She patted her stomach and told me that her gas had subsided for the moment. At this point, she gave me the option of either leaving, figuring that my obsession had been satisfied, or sticking around and seeing what else would come from her. I decided to stay.
The problem with being with a gassy power was that the power had to return, so the next half hour consisted of Melissa resting on her stomach on her bed as she watched TV. I sat in the computer seat that had been warmed by her ass as the stench of her gas slowly went away. I started noticing that there were several candles around the room that looked like they were lit sometimes, although I wondered if lighting a flame around her was such a good idea. Along with the window I would bet that plenty of times she would need to clear the air out from some of her gassy episodes. But after the half hour had passed her stomach had made some gurgling noises and it was time for her to let off some more gas, she invited to her bed.
“Alright Timmy. Kneel there on the bed behind my legs and lower your head so that it is square in my butt, I want to feel your nose in there this time around. You say you ain’t scared, so let’s see what you can do.” She instructed as I did just that. It was a rather cramp space with her two legs stretched out a little bit to provide enough space for my body to be in a kneeling position on top of her bed. At the point her two long legs met was her predacious behind, I got into the position. Each cheek was larger than my head and surrounded it like two buttcheeks surrounding a thong. And that’s when the smell got to me, she hadn’t even ripped on yet and the smell was already there radiating from Melissa’s butthole. At first, I was a little repulsed by the smell, but as I continued to press my nose in there the smell of her flatulent-asshole eventually grew on me.
I was waiting for the gas to come, but she made me wait there for a minute, after all with Melissa it actually took time to produce good farts. Nearly two minutes had passed and I continued to wait, patiently for the arrival of Melissa’s gas. I could hear the TV in the background barely as well as the bubbling inside her stomach through her butt cheeks and the sloshing around, making noises that grew louder and louder and louder. It all came up to a final point, my heart began to beat its fastest just as he felt Melissa’s twin glutes begin to tense up as they quickly grabbed my head and kept it firm in place. This was a 15-year old ebony giantess by all my counts, my friend’s sister and now her ass was holding my face into place, this was more than I could hope for. The flexing was the final step that was needed before Melissa was going to rip one, but I could still hear nothing, not until another few seconds, at which point I felt something.
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The warmest, most intense heat that I had ever felt began to blast itself upon my face, Melissa was beginning her fart. As soon as the asscheeks had my head in place the gas began to flow out of her anus and through her tight panties and straight into my face. My lungs were instantaneously full of her copious amounts of flatus; it was like I was inhaling her shit, over and over again, all girl-produced bean gas that was at the top of its game. I started to gag as soon as the first wave of hot gas blew into my face, and the fart was consistent for all ten seconds that it was leaving her asshole. It was as if I had taken his head and stuck it into an oven in their kitchen and turned it up high.
“Oh man…that didn’t feel right!” She cried out as she expressed her worry about the gas she was releasing. Indeed, the gas that was blowing out Melissa’s shitter, mere millimeters away from my face, was out of this world. He could smell the decaying ruins of meat and vegetables, and of beans and onions and cheese and spices, and I could start smelling the eye-watering punch that was her gas. I tried to hold in my breathe as this initial wave of gas came pouring out from her behind, but the force was too great for me and I had to accept the gas and let it into my system, flowing through my nostrils and into my brain and lungs. I had to eat the gas as if it were nourishment, the foulest type of nourishment possible. The fart had an incredible hang time too, as I knew I would be smelling and tasting the remnants of this fart for quite some time. This was not a Silent-But-Deadly Fart; this was the next stage above it, an impossible stage, only achieved by Melissa herself. I had learned already to fear the power of the Melissa SBD; this just cemented its role.
“You okay there Timmy…hadn’t heard anything from you.” Melissa asked, wondering if I was still okay. Of course, I could tell off the bat that this was a much fiercer fart than the ones I had smelled before. The gas continued to flow out from her behind, even after she had released the actual fart, I was now smelling her asscrack with a much sharper efficiency and with a stronger odor than before her fart. Any sinus problem that I may have had before that fart went away as her intense gas burned away any problems his nose would have had, giving it the optimal space to take in all of her gaseous glory. For a full minute after the fart’s release I continued to take in whiff after whiff, getting more and more addicted to the fart’s awful yet pleasant qualities. It was the strength of this girl’s gas, it signaled that I had thought correct when I knew there was something powerful about her farts from the first one I smelled. Now I was sure, no one compared to Melissa, not even in the stories I had read earlier in the day. If anyone had ever asked why Christina and Jade and Briana and Kelly and Stephanie and Megan and all my characters had to have big farts, it was all because of Melissa, this 15-year old black girl had set the bar for them and it was a high bar.
“God damn Melissa…how did I never know that you had gas like this?” I asked her as I finally backed away back to an upright position to sample her overwhelming gas from behind her.
“Sometimes I surprise myself, speaking of which….”
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Another proud fart emerged from her behind, and it was more noisy than the last fart with the same strength of her sulfuric stench that was quick to spread throughout the room. She pushed out another preposterous rump shaker that shook her vibrant asscheeks and spread even more of her gaseous stink throughout the room. Melissa was smiling while she was waving her hand around the back of her hot butt. It was hot in more than one way, the heat radiating from this fart had fogged the TV screen and the computer screen in her room and everything in the room was being covered by Melissa’s massive stink. And on top of it all, my face was getting red and overwhelmed by up to 20 seconds of massively smelly farts. I could tell that Melissa didn’t release farts like these too often, she’d be run out of the house if she did.
“Told ya my bean farts were bad.”
“Your bean farts are more than I expected that’s for sure. I can see why your parents don’t let you eat beans in the house.
“That ain’t the only reason….” She stopped as she heard a commotion behind her room’s door. She quickly instructed Tim to hide underneath her cover with the rest of her body. I positioned my body so that it was lying alongside Melissa’s It would have probably been noticeable, but the smell was sure to keep anyone away from the room for long. Her father then opened up the door and again commented on the gas’s smell.
“Girl what’s wrong with you. Do you need a doctor?”
“No daddy, of course not.” She said with a giggle as she waved the air around in the room. Her head was on her hands as she looked like she looked at the TV.
“Yeah, I’m sure. Smells like a barn in here!”
“Sorry daddy, just a little gassy.”
“Even your mother’s getting concerned; she can smell it from our bedroom.”
“Sorry bout that.”
“Just keep it down; Billy’s saying that he has headaches or something. Seriously girl, no Mexican for you again!” He said slamming the door as I slowly tried to make it out from underneath the covers, but Melissa instructed that I stay there; I caught her drift in more than one way.
Underneath the covers, it was warm and wretched, and it smelled of Melissa’s gas, not because she had farted yet but because of the overall stench of the room. I laid there in the bed with my face facing up against the thick comforter. She was watching the TV with her body laid across the other way. My face was only about half a foot away from her ass, but as volatile as it was, I played it safe and remained in place. It was about 20 minutes later that I asked her something.
“How much more gas do you think you got?”
“Not sure. The beans aren’t giving me the kind of gas I was expecting tonight, usually I am more loaded and blasting them off like a canon, but it ain’t been going like that.” She said with an enthusiastic tone toward the very end, I found out why immediately after she had finished that statement.
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I could see the covers move up and down from the release of these two bean-smelling gases. The two steamy beasts of a fart erupted from Melissa’s panty-covered behind as it vibrated the bed with the force of a small earthquake. For seven and then nine seconds, there was a bubbly sound coming from her butt as the gas was being forced into every available space underneath the covers before bellowing out into her room. The unholy stench of digested beans was at the forefront of these two farts and the inside the covers, what little free space there was already stunk to high heaven and beyond of Melissa’s bean-flavored farts. Her nose twitched and she even held in her breath for a few seconds as the steamy gas flowed out from the bag and into her face.
“There we go, you was asking about my gas Timmy?” She said with a giggle.
“Never mind.” I said as I breathed in more of the gas. There was something about Melissa’s gas, something that was really appealing to me. In all my years of hearing about girls farting, this was absolute heaven. Melissa’s intestinal system was using the fuel of the beans and Mexican food as a chemical weapons facility, enveloping the inside of her covers with its wicked fumes. Still, the girl laid there as she watched the TV turning the oxygen inside into something that looked like pea-soup fog. Sewer fart gas was floating around, soaking the fluffy interior of the blanket with a dew-like substance that could only be described as the condensation effects of her farting. I could hear her phone go off with her answering a friend of hers, named Megan.
“Yeah girl, I’m stinking it up tonight….,” Melissa said as she began laughing about her predicament. I heard bits and pieces of the conversation, while still smelling the gas, that wasn’t going away for a while. Megan was apparently a friend of hers, and one that Melissa was comfortable about talking with about her gas. Still I had no clue what was coming, it was only a few minutes had passed, minutes of anticipating the next fart while being bored out of my mind. I had to recollect myself there, what the hell was I doing on a Saturday night with my body lying in the bed of my friend’s 15-year old sister. I was here, smelling in her gas, what the hell? Well, my thoughts went away when I started to hear it, the absolute worst fart yet.
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I could hear a little pop at the beginning and the little sound at the end 13 seconds later. What I didn’t hear, even at the close distance, was the silent stream of her worst gas imaginable, flowing out from between her titanic butt cheeks that made no noise. Some 10 seconds later, my nose crinkled, it was assaulted by something that came out of horror movies, it was an experience that most of the posters on the forums I had visited had never experienced. Up above the covers, Melissa started giggling even more as she knew that she had just ripped a nasty one! This was one of those “clear the room” farts, it was an epic gasser, and one that was released so quietly that no one had heard it¸ even me, I could feel it though. It smelled of pure rotten eggs and spoiled garbage crossed in the dark with a sick burning hair smell and putrefied mystery meat and small dead rodents. All of this coming out of a large, 6’5 black girl that was lying in her own bed, a little unaware of her gas’s real potency. The hairs on my body were becoming warm and humid from this latest release. But it was the feeling of darkness that descended upon me following that release. I could hear her giggle about this wretched fart that she had released, but I was quickly go asleep. After a few more seconds of smelling her rotten gas, I was out.
It must have been a pretty long sleep, because I had reawakened after what was about 4:00 in the morning. My eyes opened when I heard a loud, thunder-like sound coming from somewhere around me. I opened my eyes and saw that he was looking into darkness for a moment. Feeling around, I quickly deduced that I was back in Melissa’s closet, but the smell of her gas was overpowering at the moment. I could smell it all around, it wasn’t as strong as the vile stench I had experienced in her bed, but it was still quite fierce. I could hear some movement over on what seemed to be the apparent direction of Melissa’s bed; she was starting to get up. At that point, I heard her fart again, it was a loud boomer and it was a smelly one too. After about 15 seconds I could detect a new, fresh wave of Melissa-born gas filling the room. He slowly rose his head up from the ground, covered in discarded clothes from the giant Melissa, and I was feeling a massive headache in the process. After another minute I heard the groaning noises from Melissa, she moved her covers around her as she coughed a little from the foul smell. She then got up off her bed and retreated to the door where she walked down the hallway to her bathroom. Closing the door, I could smell a trail of her gas as it left her bedroom and to the bathroom.
I was a little weak and didn’t want to risk my being here to the rest of the family so I laid low while sampling the gases. It was as fierce and pungent as I had recalled it, it was now apparent that she farted in her sleep and by the constant smell there may have been several farts. Stupid me for passing out, I couldn’t sample everything that Melissa had to offer. I walked over to her covers and took a quick smell inside them, Whooey! The smell was bad, it was awful. I was running it through my head all the ways to describe Melissa’s gas, but at the moment I was coming up with blanks. Here, this athletic, tall black girl was passing these smelly and powerful farts, and I couldn’t do anything to give them their respect. This was a giantess of a girl, releasing big farts and probably letting out a big dump. I could only hope that she had more growing ahead of her. I heard the very faint sound of a toilet flushing and retreated back to the closet, not to give Melissa the notion that I saw sneaking around. I heard the door open and heard Melissa renter with the lights going on. She walked around the room for a moment before opening up the closet. I closed my eyes to give the illusion that I was still out; she shook my body with her foot as I pretended to wake up.
“Timmy? Hey Timmy?”
“Missy…what time is it?”
“After 4, surprised to see you out that long. I didn’t think my gas was that bad, I mean, it was my bean farts, but they honestly weren’t as bad as they could have been.”
“That’s alright….I love them anyways.”
“You may have loved that dump of mine, what’s your opinion of girls pooping?”
“Don’t know, never seen it before.”
“Well, I think I was letting out a Class 3 dump just now. Lots of gooey pieces of crap and a whole bunch of gas, I stunk that place up, even mama would be proud of it, luckily I was able to flush it or else there’d been hell to pay in the morning.” She said with a giggle and a bit of pride in her voice.
“Guess I’ll have to just imagine the dump.”
“Yeah I guess so…sweet dreams my fart slave.” She said, using two words I had never heard used before, not that I would object at this point. What I didn’t know however was that Melissa was about to quickly do an about-face and point her butt down on my lying on the floor in her closet.
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In only a second I heard the smell of bubbly and stinky gas coming back out of her ass. Even though my face was the equivalent of about two feet from her bubble butt, it still got blasted by the immense wave of bubbly heated gas that left her ass, it was a post-dump fart and it smelled like it. It stunk of beans and cheese and had a strong gaseous stink that easily surpassed anything I had just smelled in her room. It was like putting my head into an air-tight tank containing raw sewage and breathing in the stench with the force of a skunk’s spray. The bubbling noise sounded like a hundred small bubbles going off from within the asshole of Melissa as this ten-second fart ripped itself out of her rectum and into the air, stinking up the entire closet with her gas and forcing me to pass out, completely winded from the sudden and strong surge of womanly fart gas. This wasn’t a girl’s fart, this was a woman’s fart, one that was surprisingly strong and indicative of just the kind of gas Melissa was really capable of letting out. I had to devote my life now to be a fart slave to this woman, this beautiful woman named Melissa Carpenter.
She would continue to release her gas for the rest of the night, slumbering away as fart after fart left her ass. She was a sleeping farter, that was for sure, but even her gas was held up inside her anus until she got to her waking hour. It was after 8:00 and my eyes were slowly starting to open as I smelled the air, and for once it wasn’t all that bad. I could smell more of my own stench, just that of a sweaty boy who had been caught in a warm closet with a flatulent girl next door. I started to think about everything it had happened, it actually was a little underwhelming, but then again I was knocked out twice, so maybe I was asking for too much. No her farts weren’t lethal or anything and I’m still not sure if the gas made me pass out or if I did that on my own, at this hour I couldn’t tell. All I knew was that I loved the smell of Melissa’s Farts. That’s when I heard it, another rumbling sensation, this was as ginormous as anything I had experienced up to that point.
Melissa had the covers over her, and started feeling the rumbling of the gas in her stomach return; it was nearly time to get up. She turned over her large tush and grabbed the cheeks in pleasure as she felt the gas coming to the end of her anus. She knew this was going to be bad but she released them anyway. She got up and immediately began farting, three, large, bubbling blasters came out from within her, creating a raucous stink within the blanket, and giving herself a Dutch-oven.
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“Fuck!” I thought to myself as I heard the sound vibrate along the walls of the room. These were some rather impressive farts and the stench that came from them was just as impressive. I breathed in heavy amounts of the beans, onions, and cheese-induced gas in the closet and I was starting to get a little sick. Melissa had to pull the cover over and look out into her bedroom, she was startled first by the loud noise and heavy stench of the fart as it traveled the room. She then began laughing to herself as she thought about the impact those beans had on her stomach, this was apparently some bigger morning farts than she was used to.
There was then the smell that accompanied these three wake-up bombs. A strong, eggy odor overcame all over the bedroom with the sudden transfer of oxygen in the room to a mix of methane, oxygen, hydrogen sulfide, and other various gases. The temperature inside the room had increased exponentially and suddenly it felt very dense and hot inside. The farts had taken the precious oxygen away from me and I had to keep from hurling inside of there with her clothes. The strong stench of hydrogen sulfide, plus the enormous amounts of methane had made Melissa’s panties very warm and she had turned her head back to see what had happened. I opened up the closet door and saw the bubbly black teen giggle at her present.
“Ah…excuse me, just some morning thunder.” Melissa said to me, suffocating on her farts as she sat there in bed.
“Morning Thunder! That was a freakin’ thunderstorm of stink!” I complained as I held my nose underneath my shirt.
“Oh…that’s normal…believe me. I’m my own alarm clock when I want to wake up, it don’t matter what food I ate…if I need to wake up, I’m going to let off some Morning Thunder.”
“Then I’m impressed.”
“So you have a good sleep in there.” She asked me.
“Smell could be a little better.” I said as we both trailed off into some laughter. Despite everything I had experienced, I would do it again. I was hooked on her farts, that much was sure.
“Think we could do this?” I asked her.
“Of course we can, after all you are now my fart slave.” She said with some laughter, making me wonder if she was absolutely serious about that, but I was willing to keep it up on my part. The both of us then heard the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway as Melissa quickly motioned for me to return into the closet. Upon closing the doors I heard the door to Melissa’s bedroom open up and in came not her father, but her mother.
Mrs. Carpenter, dressed in a tight grey yoga pants what highlighted her ever muscle in her body. I had no idea just how attractive she looked as well and it really made me seem small as I saw the mother standing there. She gave the full name ultimatum for Melissa and for a moment I had thought that she was getting mad for the gas.
“Melissa Jade Carpenter!” She said as she inhaled the gases quite well. I thought it was a little odd that she didn’t immediately bitch about the fart smell like Melissa’s father had done earlier.
“Yes mama.” Melissa asked while she sat upright in her bed.
“You gonna be late, we gotta get ready for church, we leaving in thirty minutes, you’ve been up all night haven’t ya?”
“No ma, I’ve been sleeping, guess my alarm clock woke me up a little later than normal.”
“You need a real alarm clock!” Mrs. Carpenter said as she started to walk out of the room. At first I thought she was just going to leave the room, but then I saw her press her hands against the wooden door and saw her standing with her ass pointed in her daughter’s question. It took me a moment to see what was happening, but then I heard it, something of REAL POWER, Mrs. Carpenter letting off a fart.
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Her flatulence created a hot and blustery wind that blasted the entire room with her foul gas. The overwhelming aroma of shit and rotten eggs even attacked me as this massive fart escaped from Melissa’s mother’s bowels, going for nearly 25 seconds it was easily among the biggest farts I had ever seen cut and the smelliest for sure. The walls of the bedroom shook as the blast of her fart rattled the walls with its baritone note for nearly the entirety of the fart. It was like a few tubas going off at the same time and with the same note. I had to keep my gasping mouth from taking in too much of the stench as I heard this masterful fart come out. More gas poured out of her ass as this impossibly toxic blend of Real Woman-produced flatulence filled the bedroom with something that easily surpassed whatever Melissa had cut. This was a massive-sounding fart and it was the deadliest and most puke-inducing fart imaginable.
“MOM! What is wrong with you….whoa that one is a doozy…how much have you eaten mom?” Yelled Melissa….Melissa! She began coughing as she stood up from her bed and tried to gain a bit of breathe from the raunchy and wet fart her mother had just cut. She began laughing up a storm as she waved more of the air from behind her butt in a playful manner that began to arouse her. I was wondering the same about what her mother had eaten, it was the same stuff we had for dinner and Melissa even had some extra fuel with the beans.
“Just letting off a little wind…now get ready for church dear.” She said as she walked out of the room. Right after that I quickly opened up the door and gasped for air from the air in that bedroom, which was much more horrible than anything before from last night. I had a few questions about what I had just witnessed, her mother’s farting.
“Is she always like that?”
“Oh she can be much worse Timmy…giving her beans might as well be giving all of us a death sentence, and I am not exaggerating at all. My mama is actually the worst farter in the family.” She said with a serious voice. My mind raced with all sorts of possibilities and thoughts as my heart pattered. The idea of a daughter eating beans and letting off powerful bombs was one thing, but Mrs. Carpenter was something else.
“Well, perhaps this is my cue to leave.” I said with my nose underneath my shirt, the stench of Mrs. Carpenter’s rancid fart hung over like a punishing fog, one that would dissipate for a long time. Melissa knew that, but she was going to be gone anyways. I hugged Melissa as I wished her a good bye. As I opened the window, finally letting some cool and refreshing air into the bedroom I had to ask her one more question.
“By the way, what’s your mother’s first name?” I asked.
“Christina.”
