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Christina's Windy Workout 01

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STINKY SATURDAY 1: CHRISTINA'S WINDY WORKOUT
Just after 7:00 in the morning early on Saturday, Christina Lopez laid peacefully in her bed, dressed only in a white lacy bra and yellow panties that hugged her tremendous behind quite tightly. She was underneath her covers, where the air was still a bit musky from the previous gaseous explosions that she would release during the night, but all that paled in comparison for what was about to come. Inside her stomach, a foul batch of her patented rotten gas was forming and as it gathered in her rectum, it was only a matter of time before her muscles would automatically unleash it to the open. After a few more minutes of accumulation, the gas had filled her rectum to the brim and she had to unload it. The 19-year old's asshole began opening and out came a torrent of blistering fart gas.
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Unusual for Christina, the first fart that escaped her ass as she was forcibly woken up was among her most putrid silent but deadly farts imaginable. The fart, the accumulation of a large portion of Mexican food from the previous night, burned a small hole in her silky, yellow panties as the rancid odor of beans, cheese and onions filled the insides of her covers with a hot odor that was inescapable and too ghastly for anyone to enjoy, even herself. The air grew warmer with each passing second as this silent monster rushed its way out from Christina's panted butt. She was a morning person alright, but it wasn't necessarily by choice. She always had a massive fart to unload and it usually didn't wait for Christina to wake up or not for release. Largely for this reason, she would get up earlier than she wanted to, including today being a Saturday.
Luckily, Bill no longer slept with her as he was under the influence of a special machine that kept him going during the night. Otherwise, he would have passed out and likely been out for several hours from the burning stench of this latest blast from Christina's bottom. After a full minute of trying to stay underneath the covers with her latest offending odor, she flipped the covers over and tried to get some slightly less foul air. Coughing, she appreciated the power of her latest blast.
"Some quiet thunder this morning…but damn is it smelly!" She said laughing as she got up from her bed and walked around her room, releasing two more silent farts in the process. In three minutes, her room already smelled too bad for her to remain and she had to leave. She headed over toward the bathroom where she began to take her regular shower, trying to get all the gaseous residue off of her from her overnight of farting. Unusually for her as well, she did not release any of her toxic gas in the shower, which smelled like regular water and soap for once, she thought something was wrong until that gas bubble arrived at her anus as she was getting ready to wash her hair.
"Oh butt…why do you always do this to me…" PPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!
Combined with the warm water that fell from the showerhead into the shower, this created a downright raunchy stench, filled with cheese, beans and warm water. The smell overpowered Christina almost instantly and she had to take in a few breaths just to try to get some fresher air, but to little avail. She could still breathe with her gas, but this just meant that she had to hurry up with her shower, because she couldn't last forever, not with a shower fart. As she finished rinsing her hair, she felt another small blast leave her bottom.
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Okay, it wasn't exactly small, but four seconds was getting smaller and smaller on her scale, in a frightening way. Another batch of horrendous stink, smelling like the burning eye onions that she had eaten and she had to get out of her shower and pull the shower curtains over the entrance to the shower to avoid the potent odor of her creation. The air in the bathroom turned yellow from the fart that she had just laid and it created a small fog that mixed with the warm water to produce something utterly disgusting, but that was a normal shower for Christina, she could only get used to it.
"One day I'll do it without doing that…ohhh God did I unleash a good one…I'm outie!" She said as she got her towel and took her clothing out of the bathroom and back into her bedroom, which still stunk of her earlier farting. Another five minutes later and Christina was dressed for the day. She was going, reluctantly, to her first day of weight training and was dressed in a sporty outfit. Her tanned, imposing column-like legs stretched upward to a spot about four feet off the ground. There, black spandex shorts covered her bodacious bottom. Her ass looked as juicy as ever, firm yet with a little wiggle in them as they moved from side to side as she moved around her room. The bottoms would be enormous on any normal-sized female her age, even those with "large asses" but they rubbed tightly against the white panties that were conformed perfectly with her butt. It looked like two 12-inch diameter globes were confined in those shorts, and if it weren't for her great height it would really out of place to the rest of her body. Any way you saw it though, the shorts ended at the bottom of her buttcheeks and led the way downward to her tree-trunk, ten-inch in diameter thighs.
Up above, she wore a bright red tube top that stretched around the vast amounts of womanly flesh that were her 48E cup breasts. The stomach was rather taunt for someone who ate a lot, getting close to being a six-pack too. The tube top caressed to her body very well and was a sight for those who looked at her, and for most people it meant that they had to look up, even just to see her breasts, since 7'6 was a massive height for anyone, let alone a female. Even so, her breasts didn't reach the size of her ass, which was her pride and joy, the breasts were just something nice to complement. Above her neck, her face was as youthful as ever, even with her blackish-brown hair flowing down to her shoulders, some seven feet high off the ground. She stood there admiring her body in the tall eight foot mirror that existed in her room and looked at how much she had improved, even in the past few months. As she stood there, she broke wind once again.
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"Christ that sounded….oh God that reeks!" A beefy fart escaped from Christina's bowels for a 13-second beast that vibrated both of her asscheeks and pushed through her new pair of panties and shorts. It took only a second or two for the first of many waves of putrid flatus to reach Christina's nose, her reaction was instant. Christina said as she cupped her hand over her nose as she inhaled the first wave of gas that flowed through her new pair of shorts and immediately she was assaulted by the pungent odor. The mirror she was looking at began to fog up as the smell of cheese and onions produced a most sinister stench that forced Christina to rub her eyes from the extreme watering they were going through at the moment. After smelling another reinforcing wave of sulfur, she agreed that she had to leave the stink zone before it got any worse for her. Her pair of shorts, brand new, had gone through their initiation as covering the deadliest piece of ass in the world. So far, they held up pretty well, although they stunk real bad.
"Boy I'm raunchy today." Christina said giggling as she felt the warm air rise from her ass and pollute her room with more of her gas. She then headed off toward the Section 26 kitchen where Captain Parker, Bill and another agent had been gathered for breakfast. As she sat her big butt down on the special seat that was designed to handle her weight, she felt the seat crack a little, but that was rather normal. The agent who had been talking with Parker and Bill felt the sudden need to leave, and he was right to do so, meals with Christina were not for the faint of heart. With Parker sitting down for coffee and Bill eating a bowl of fruit, they watched as Christina gathered the food she would eat for breakfast. It took about five minutes for her to get the food in position. Scrambled eggs and sausage had already been fixed for her; she grabbed the three plates of eggs and the full plate of sausage links and placed it at the table. After that she got a couple of apples and a banana along with a full half gallon of milk and the same amount of her protein supplement. She finally got the food there into place as she licked her lips and began eating her breakfast, with the sound of the silverware hitting the plate and Christina fidgeting her butt against the seat to kill the silence in the room. A couple of minutes had passed before Christina broke the silence with a booming belch.
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A two second, powerful burp came out of the 19-year old's large mouth as she patted her stomach and complemented herself on such a belch. Such events were very common at the breakfast table there at Section 26, there was a reason that many of the other agents who worked and/or lived there had their breakfasts elsewhere.
"That was a nice one!" Christina said giggling as she continued her meal.
"I can smell that one…just the burp itself." Bill said as he could smell the eggs from Christina's meal. Everyone knew what the eggs would do once they began to manifest themselves within Christina's stomach, they would produce gut-wrenching eggy farts that would be difficult to bear, that's why she liked to eat them.
"Sorry." She said with a giggle as she slightly moved her body in the seat, making Parker and Bill flinch a little as they anticipated a horrible smell. Instead, she was simply moving her body.
"Jeez…I wasn't going to let one rip…not yet anyway, but don't worry they're coming." She said with a laugh as she patted her stomach. True enough, the gas was forming within her bowels already and she would be armed and loaded for the entire morning. One breakfast like the one she ate and she could easily release 30 in that morning. Along with Christina's increasing size was the increasing number of her butt blasts, nowadays 100 farts was becoming the norm, rather than the exception.
"I know this may be difficult for you to understand Christina or even get, but it would be awfully nice if you could refrain from passing too much wind while you are training today. The people I am getting you hooked up with have worked with several of are agents and they have been willing to take you in." Parker explained as Christina looked up at him from her eating and started to complain a little about the arrangement.
"I really just wanted to take it easy today…and not work out too much. I don't think there is much they can do for me anyway, not with a body like mine." She said with admiration over the powerful body that she possessed.
"Well…we give you a lot of leeway on these things here in the complex and we have to live with you and your…gas. The least you could do is cooperate with us once in a while and do what we request, especially if you are to work as an agent here someday….is that…..oh my God¸ that's sick!" Parker said as he took both his hands and placed the over his face, Christina had just let out an SBD and it was an impressive one.  
"Exccccusssse me!" She said with a proud laugh as she started to wave her hand behind her big tush and wave the eye watering gas around the room. These were her favorite farts, the silent monster that punched a lot of putrid wind in its attack and left her bottom without anyone suspecting it, attacking them when it was too late. A corrosive wave of rotten egg gas was spreading from Christina's behind as Parker began to explain about Christina having to do what they wanted every now and then, and the fart lasted until Parker realized what had just been dropped, the rotten egg bombshell.
A yellow haze began to form over the room as this hideous SBD continued to gain strength upon its release from the behind of the colossal Christina. She was already unloading what her stomach had been able to process from the eggs that she had eaten, but the sausage was helping too, there was a strong meaty component in the wretched stink that was emitting itself around the kitchen. And the smell only grew stronger for a full five minutes upon its release, greater and greater it grew, it was a fart odor that seemed to gain power. Most humans would have such a beast dissipate after maybe a minute or two, but Christina's was sure to last at least 10 minutes with the downright eggy stink hanging around. Her eyes were watering and the insides of her buttcrack were sweating from intense amount of heat that was radiating out from it.
"Christ that is horrible Christina…how do you do that?" Bill said as he held his shirt underneath his nose from the potent fart smell. The fart had unleashed a humid wave of stank throughout the kitchen that was condensing on everything in that room, such as the plates with the food that Christina still needed to eat and the items that were Parker's and Bill's, they were being contaminated by the absolute power of this silent but deadly fart, and the smell still continued to intensify. It was burning as it entered the nostrils and down the windpipe of all three of the occupants of the room and once they began coughing up from the sudden drop of oxygen in the room, they all had to leave, the fart was that strong and that powerful. Christina, Bill and Parker left the kitchen and slammed the door as they tried to get some slightly fresher air. Christina was laughing all the way as the three of the were leaning against the wall, trying to get some of the fresh air, but even in the vicinity of the door the rotten, eggy stench of Christina's fart was still present.
"Whoa…that was a beast…hey dad…smell my butt!" Christina said with a happy glee as she was still taken back by the power of her monstrous silent blast. Bill looked up at his daughter as if she were crazy. Now, the nipples of Christina's E cups were about the spot where the top of his head would be, she absolutely dominated her father in true size and strength, he had to make sure she was serious about her request, he did not need a feeding from Christina yet and breathing in that fart from her was bad enough anyways.
"You're kidding…no way am I smelling your butt." Bill said with defiance.
"I said smell my butt!" Christina voice was now showing its dominance and power, at first her request was only playful, but now she was deadly serious.
"But Chrissy…" Bill began before he was cut off once again…
"I said now! My butt is still leaking some of the residual effect of that fart, I want you to clear up some of the air around my butt…if you want to live you will inhale my gas now and enjoy it, is that clear father!" There was a saying that these are the times that try man's souls, and this was the time that tried Bill's. He dreaded the growing power of his daughter, and as much as he was happy for his colossal bundle of joy he and Victoria gave to the world, he dreaded this nonetheless. Parker backed away as Bill got down on his knees and confront the issue with Christina's bottom, but even kneeling he wasn't high enough to reach her butt.
"I can't feel your mouth…get closer." Christina demanded as Bill looked up another half a foot to reach the spandex-covered behind of his daughter. He had to get up off of his knees and with one leg standing up mostly straight and the other bended in a 90-degree angle, he hoisted his own body further up so that his nose was now touching the spandex of Christina's shorts. Already, the smell was putrid from his vantage point, his eyes watered and Christina was right, she was still leaking gas out of her ass as she stood there. The goddess that she was becoming, there was no way that she was going to get out of her standing position, Bill would have to conform to her.
"Come'on daddy…I want to feel you nose buried deep inside of there." She said with a small giggle as she anticipated this moment, another proud dominating moment of daughter over father. It was really hot down there. As he pressed his nose further into the spandex and deeper into his daughter's buttcrack, he felt its power. The insides of her buttcrack were hot and sweaty and, well, odorous. It was sticky and sweaty. Her ass smelled like the rotten eggs of her recent fart. He gagged as he continued to dive deeper, up until the point that he had found his daughter's butthole. It wasn't hard, after all he had done it before, breathing a fart from its source, but this fart had been downright oppressive and at his predicament, he could taste the eggs from the fart, lots and lots of eggs. Then, he began breathing, inhaling the foulest aroma that could ever be produced, built in the factory-like furnace that was the 19-year old's bowels and expelled in great quantity and strength, he began to inhale the vast amount of flatulence that still hung around the deep canyon of her butt, trapped by the enormous mounds of her buttocks from every leaving her crack. As Bill inhaled more and more of the gas, he wondered just how much of his daughter's pungent gas wasn't leaving her buttcrack to be expelled into the atmosphere, could an actual fart from her smell even worse?
"That's right daddy…smell up that nasty gas from your charming daughter…sniff it up so that I don't have to smell any more of it….breathe it daddy breathe it." Her voice was so seductive as she said it, she felt like she was talking to some of her volleyball teammates, or even Tim who often enjoyed such moments. But Bill was still her blood, the power she had to unload her rotten gas over him was such more rewarding, it marked the shift in power in her family and the power she had over so many people, only Parker was immune to the absolute power of her farts, sure he cringed at the stench, but he would never smell it from the source.
"Mmmppffff!" the sound of a muffled voice could be heard as Bill started to choke on the immense amount of wallpaper-peeling, eye watering, blistering-hot fart gas that still hung around Christina's behind, he couldn't take in much more of it, even as his lungs functioned at full capacity from the life-giving wind that Christina was giving him. Bill could hear, only slightly through the canyon of his daughter's buttocks and into the outside world a little giggling from his daughter, he could only imagine what that meant, he soon found out.
His nose was pointed right at the anus of his daughter, the foulest piece of real estate on any human being, he spent three nights there and still the horror of the experience there was as real as ever, it was as if he were back there, but that wasn't the issue at the moment, it was the opening of the anus that had alarmed him. His eyes faced the darkness of the buttock and his nose was pointed at the anus as he heard a faint popping nose, the sound of the anus opening up, to release even more of her foul wind.
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No words could even describe the pain that Bill was going through as this second SBD left his daughter's anus. The fart went on for 12 seconds as Christina pushed it out as if giving birth to a baby, how much of it Bill was conscious for was unknown. As soon as the fart had begun its powerful, windy expulsion from Christina's rectum, it burned his face, blasting him with more rotten egg stench than any human would have been capable of inhaling, Bill was receiving hydrogen-sulfide poisoning as this was being pushed out and he screamed for bloody hell as Christina unloaded this masterpiece in his face. The fart had completely blinded him and singed his nose hairs as he started to take in this hot, steamy, eggy fart, but there was way too much for him to take in and in only seconds it seemed as if his brain had turned off and Bill was knocked out completely cold. Christina could feel his legs give way as Bill's brain had been turned off (so it seemed anyway) and his body fell. Even with that, his head was still lodged in her ass and she, realizing now the awesome power of her fart, had to pry it out of her butt and lay his body down on the ground, knocked out from the fart, that she had finished unloading just as she moved around to put Bill's body on the ground. Everywhere, her SBD had claimed the air and the hallway was being exterminated of all functioning air and replaced with Christina's amazing silent fart, she was utterly impressed and horrified.
"Oh God what have I done!" She said as she pinched her nose and started to head back for the kitchen. As she opened the door, another wave of her pungent aroma from the first fart had blasted Christina in the face and she had to hightail it back to her room for a good half hour before the fumigators had finally gotten around clearing the compound of her two toxic farts. Finally, she made it back to the kitchen where the rest of her food remained with an angry Captain Parker. She sat back down on her seat, which remained a tad warm from her first blast of rotten gas. Still, the fart smell hung over the kitchen, but it was much more bearable now. She smiled as she looked over at Parker, who wasn't pleased at all.
"Your father will be fine…in case you were wondering." Parker said.
"Well, he has breathed farts from me before; I didn't know it was going to do that to him…"
"You know very damn well young lady what those things could do to him!" Parker started to get a little testy with Christina, which forced her to get up from her seated position and hover over the captain.
"No…you listen Captain Parker. I'll go to your stupid training thing today and I'll endure all of that stuff…but understand the power that now radiates from my butt, and that trainer, whatever sorry soul happens to work with me today will experience the full power of my flatulence…I found this hidden away in the vault…it's no wonder I'd hadn't had any bean farts of late…" She pulled out a median-sized can of baked beans. As she finished her meal, she opened the can and poured it into a pot and began scarfing down the beans, preparing her butt for its usual day of blasting gas like nothing else. Parker whimpered a little as he saw what was happening, he was slowly losing control over Christina, and the bigger she grew and the worst her farts got, the more she slipped from his power and into her own.
"Okay…fine…you don't have to go Christina…do what you want…just don't hurt your father like that anymore, can we at least agree on that?" Parker said in a somber voice, trying to reach a consensus with Christina. She took down the spoon and released a bean-powered belch before waving the air around her face, she then replied.
"Deal…and I'll go ahead and attend that trainer session anyways. Although I cannot guarantee that they will end up like dad…he will be okay, right?" Christina asked.
"Yes, just give him a couple of hours or so. If it's just like the previous times he should make it out just fine, just understand that your farts are still evolving and getting even worse and I'm not sure how much a human can handle breathing in those things from the source…it just may be too strong, even for a person like Bill who's lungs are capable to breathing them." Bill said as Christina finished up her bean meal. She took his advice under advisement and didn't unload any more of her powerful farts there in the compound. She gathered a few of her supplies, more of her protein supplements and a spare can of beans and got herself ready for the trip to the trainer, which wasn't exactly next door to the compound. This however gave her a wonderful opportunity to do a jog through the city, and with the gas bubbling within her, it was bound to be a very gassy jog.
The trip to the gym that Christina was going to involved a ten block trek that took her up and down a couple of hills, but for the sake of exercising, she expanded on that trek and went on several tangents before finally arriving at the gym. Wearing her tight spandex she began running out from Section 26's "front door" and ran along the sidewalk with her large chests bobbing with her every movements and her asscheeks doing likewise. She was a goddess running up and down the sidewalk and working off some sweat in the tight reaches of her butt, but that of course wasn't the only thing that was running off of her, her gas was flowing out too. Christina could hear the occasional cough after she crop-dusted a stretch of sidewalk with her morning gas, which was now very heavy on the egg content. After three silent farts she had reached a stoplight and had to stop for a minute to stretch, that is where the 14-year old kid, who was looking in utter awe at Christina's tall and magnificent body, decided to take a closer look into those hypnotizing buttocks.
The kid was about five foot tall and his eye levels were near Christina's butt. Christina lowered her torso and head down so that she could touch her toes with her hands and was bent down in such a position that her glorious glutes were the highest part of her body, and even with her long legs, the part of her body from her waist down was about as tall as the boy who was looking around at the mounds of tight flesh that was encased in the black spandex that was getting moist from both the sweat from her running and the gas that she had been releasing. There seemed to be a slight fog floating around her ass as she bent down to stretch out her thick legs that had thighs that were about ten inches thick and calves that were half a foot thick. From the point where her black shorts ended, it was nothing but perfected flesh that went down her legs to the point where her white socks took over just above her tennis shoes. Christina was stretching out her calve muscles as she noticed the boy coming up to take a closer look at Christina's ass, she had something there waiting for him and she allowed him to take a closer look.
There were a few people there at the street corner, watching as things were progressing with Christina and the boy. And the term "boy" was appropriate, since Christina viewed any guy only interested in admiring her body and not giving her the proper respect she deserved as a child, and she viewed such people as that. The various people at the street corner were watching and they wanted to let Christina know that this 14-year old was getting his face closer and closer to Christina's ass, but she remained leaning over, stretching out her muscles as she already knew what the boy was doing, and better yet she already knew his fate.
The boy leaned his face even closer to Christina's massive behind. Her shorts were contoured to fit around her basketball-sized buttcheeks and into the deep canyon of her ass, which was about six inches deep, to the point where her asshole expelled her foulest winds. The boy was looking at the ass and was still amazed at the immense size; he had simply never seen anyone like Christina, hell the people watching this going on had never seen a person like Christina, who was always a guarantee to dominate the scene. As the boy examined the large butt his eyes started to burn, but he wasn't sure why at that moment, and he was catching a whiff, a strong whiff of rotten eggs and shit and sweat. It was a smell that grabbed him in a trance and had him curious as to its source. As he concentrated at the massive ass with the increasing odor coming out from the asscrack, he continued to look intensity, the site of this glorious ass that for some reason remained in its position. The boy had wondered why the person who owned such a fine piece of ass hadn't turned away yet to complain about her booty admirer. Everyone else around the two was wondering too, but soon they got their answer. The boy got even closer to Christina's ass, no more than a few millimeters from his face toughing the surface of Christina's spandex covered rear end. He started to wonder why he was even that close to her ass and why he continued to smell a growing odor of rotten eggs, but before he could think anymore, he heard a pop noise from Christina's innermost rectal zone, that pop signaled the start of a tremendous blast and before the boy could wonder what the pop meant, he felt the power.
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A powerful blast erupted from Christina's ass for a sustained 25 seconds, and the boy who had admired Christina's ass for about a half minute, was blasted back to the sidewalk from the gusty, foul winds of Christina's fart. As was now becoming customary with anyone smelling a fart from Christina, his eyes were blinded as his face was turning red from the heated blast of gas from Christina's behind. The fart rattled his ears with a loud, trumpet-like blast that continued at a continuous pitch for all 25 seconds, frightening the nearby people who had watched the boy look up at Christina's ass as she had continued to stretch. The foul winds blew his hair toward the back as he tried to keep his composure standing on the sidewalk, but after about five seconds of taking in the fart, the boy's body was pushed over so that he fell on his butt, all scared from having to receive the incoming blast from Christina's flatulence, and even with that, he could hear the fart continuing, ongoing with its ultimate demonstration of power.
And what would any fart from Christina Lopez be like without the smell, which was heavy in the eggs and sulfur that her worst farts were known for. The boy's face was blasted with the raunchy fecal wind from Christina and his lungs were being filled with a foul foreign wind that he could not handle. He had smelled shit as his nose was close to her immaculate ass, now he knew where that stench originated from, she had been farting. A bright yellow gas flowed out of Christina's ass and added a terrifying zone of stink around Christina that caught the 19-year old off guard as she brought her head back up from its leaning position and saw the passerbys around her. They weren't sure if they should have felt bad for the boy who was blasted with Christina's fart and was now on the ground with his hands over his face, crying from the hot blast that attacked his face, amazing he was still conscious. Still, he couldn't believe what had just happened, and with his hair all around his body from the powerful winds that were blown at him, he wondered too how he was still alive.
"Whoa! That was a hefty one! Pardon me…too many eggs for breakfast!" Christina said with a smile as she waved the warm, fecal wind around the back of her spandex ass, she could now breathe the high-sulfuric gas that had emitted itself from her ass. The people who were watching the boy looking at her ass were now moving away as they were now being assaulted by the strong gas from Christina, as this was clearly her best fart of the day. Now, she was ready to proceed toward the gym as she began running across the crosswalk and away from the boy, who was barely able to open his eyes as he sat on the sidewalk. He could see only a blurry image of Christina's bodacious behind bouncing with her running, God did it look so perfect, yet so deadly. Her's was an ass that you had to approach with respect, and the boy had learned that the hard way.
Jim's Gym, located in the North Beach neighborhood was a rather simple operation for a fitness center that contained two stories of exercise facilities with a weight room in the basement and several exercise rooms for things such as yoga or Zumba on the upper floor. It had a decent following too, including from Section 26 which used it as a facility for some of its agents to use for their physical training. On that Saturday morning, the owner, an older guy in his 40s named James (hence the name of the gym) was walking around the weight room that had about a dozen people working out, regular patrons for that day when his other gym assistants, Jeremy walked in through the front door and down the stairs toward the gym. After greeting his boss, the two walked back up stairs to the main office of the gym where the two began talking.
"Oh thank God you came in on such short notice." Said James as Jeremy, a 20-year old who looked as if he had just gotten out of bed only minutes ago, sat down in the chair across the boss' desk. Jeremy wore a black shirt with a pair of faded blue jeans. He was only 5'8 and not to entirely bulky, but he was good at working with the various gym patrons and had worked at the gym for a couple of years, so he had earned James' trust in many respects. Although today, he felt like Dante in Clerks, as it was technically his day off.
"You must have just gotten up…that's fine, just to let you know that you will get overtime pay for this." James said as he saw Jeremy's eyes light up a little, he did need the extra money and was willing to work extra if that were the case.
"For what?" Asked Jeremy's groggy voice.
"Well, a couple of days ago, we got a call from a client that I am familiar with and they wanted us to start a workout regimen with one of their prospective…um…agents. You see, this person works for the government and our gym has been used to get their agents into shape since they don't have all the appropriate equipment at their…um their place."
"This person works for the government, can you say with whom?" Jeremy interrupted James, a bit curious about his assignment.
"Unfortunately not…but I can tell you that the client is 19 years old and will graduate high school in a few weeks. The person is already…rather built, for what I'm told, so you may work them on some of the tougher weights downstairs. Also, they have recently been kicked out of their high school's weight room, though there wasn't a reason given as to why. Either something happened there, or I suspect the weights there may have not been enough. In any case, with the client graduating in a few weeks they will need a new facility anyways…"
"Kicked out of their school's locker room…that does sound interesting." Jeremy said as he was a bit more curious now about this client. Jeremy wasn't a bodybuilder or really muscular in most respects, but he did love the workout and the muscles and he enjoyed seeing power in the clients. While it was suspected that he may have been a closeted gay man with an attraction to the muscles of some of the gym's male clients, he was very attracted to muscular females; it was just that so few of them came in. He assumed that this was some high school football player or something who was going to work for the military or something, and perhaps their muscles was too much for high school. In any case various ideas were racing through his head.
"I'd thought you be interested, in any case, I'm told that this will be an interesting case and I knew that we should accept the challenge. Unfortunately, I forgot that today was the bodybuilding contest down at Venice Beach, and the trip to L.A. as you know takes a few hours, so I need to be heading out of San Fran as soon as possible. With that, I want you to work with this client, give them access to the various equipment we have here and close up the gym after noon, that way you can take the rest of the day off, so I'm not overworking you."
"No problem James...I'd understand, I went down there last year and enjoyed it and this year is my time to stay up here. I'll take care of your client….what is that odor?" Jeremy said as he noticed a very small smell of sewage in the air, sure enough that is exactly what it was.
"Yeah, it seems the sewer problem is back, but we have someone coming in tomorrow to fix it, so everything should be okay by Monday. So…unless you have any other questions…I'll be on my way. And by the way, her name is Christina, Christina Lopez." James said as he started to walk out the doorway, closing the door before Jeremy could process what James had just said.
"Her name?"
Fifteen minutes passed with Jeremy sitting at the front desk, awaiting Christina and imagining who his client would look like. Finally, he heard the door open and heard the wood floor creak as Christina had to lower her head underneath the doorframe and walked up toward the desk where Jeremy was. He was reading some weightlifting magazine at the moment and heard someone walk in, but wasn't entirely aware as to who it was. Taking an advantage to this, Christina leaned forward toward the desk and lowered her body in a way so that her E cup breasts would rest on the desk, giving Jeremy a perfect view into her cleavage, a deep canyon almost as deep as her buttcrack. She placed her head on her hands with her elbows on the desk and she began to breathe deeply toward the cover of the magazine, trying to get Jeremy's attention. He was ready a particular article and had been completely distracted by what just happened, but once he lowered the magazine, he was greatly taken back.
"Whoa!" Jeremy said as he looked into the creamy cleavage of Christina's breasts, encased in the red tube top that was stretched around her mammeries with the same tightness as her shorts were against her ass. Her nipples protruded out against her tube top and looked erected and ready to go. Her face was one of accepting dominance, she had released a few more farts on the rest of her running and saw who the person at the desk and knew that he was already hers. Jeremy on the other hand, was absolutely dumbfounded as to the very existence of a person like Christina, clearly it couldn't be.
"You okay?" Asked Christina as she got back from the desk and stood up at her full height of 7'6, making Jeremy cream his pants (figuratively) even more as just her mere sight.
"Uh….uh…." Jeremy now knew he wasn't dreaming, Christina was a beauty alright. She stood with the ceiling of the office only a foot further up from her. The top of her head had her black hair flow down past her head with the hair cut just above her shoulders, the jet black locks ran down very cleanly. Then there was her body itself. Jeremy couldn't take his eyes off his new client. Baby fat had receded in the past few years on Christina's body to make way for chiseled, rock-hard muscles. Muscle groups were separating and getting more defined. Sweat ran down the grooves of her striated muscle groups. Her body was huffing and puffing still from the finish of her run. Her chest now was more visible and Jeremy could see just how far out Christina's magnificent mammeries went. In all, they extended out from her body by about six inches and were the size of grapefruits. The red tube top held them in very tightly as it continued downward from the bottom of her chest toward her stomach. Below that was her stomach, which contained an emerging six-pack set of abs, though the abs weren't well defined, yet. Still, the actual size of her torso meant that there were more muscles in there anyway. Being 7'6 meant that she could still be among the strongest people that Jeremy had ever met without looking like someone on steroids. Jeremy looked Christina up and down. Her whole body glistened in sweat. His eyes went up her diamond calves and past her thick sculpted thighs, leading up toward her backside, which wasn't immediately visible. But he could understand that there were mounds of glutes that were well beyond anything he had ever seen. All this time, Christina had been looking at Jeremy as if he were some sort of lost puppy, not knowing how to respond to his looking at her body.
"Hello? Hello there?" Christina said as she looked down at Jeremy, sitting at the desk, but very well hiding his erection.
"You're...you're HUGE!" stammered Jeremy. Christina started cracking up as she could peer down toward the desk and see that Jeremy was hiding his growing boner, but then again, that was the standard operating procedure for anyone who met Christina, who wouldn't have a boner?
"Oh yeah…I know…I'm quite the big girl…name's Christina." She said as she took her hand out and shake Jeremy's right hand. Christina's firmly grabbed grip and strength were unbelievable and Jeremy had to make a motion to let her know that the grip was a little too strong, Christina then retracted her hand.
"Sorry about that…I guess I'm a little too big." She said with a giggle.
"How big are you?" While there were many questions for Christina, that was the first one that Jeremy really wanted to know.
"Oh…about seven foot six inches…no biggie!" She said with the knowledge that she was making a small deal out of her big stature. She loved to play around with people about her size and about her farting, of which another one was forming, hence the growling noise that it made as she said her remark.
"Seven six…dear God you are a giant…I mean you are so beautiful…so strong…so amazing!" Jeremy said as he still looked at awe at Christina's body. She continued to laugh as she knew that she now had this person's complete attention.
"Hey there…I'm up here, way up here." Her voice boomed as Jeremy had to look up toward Christina's face, which in his seated position was higher than even if he were standing.
"So, anyways, who am I supposed to see about do my workout here, I was sent here from Section…um…from the place I work at and I would like to get started soon…."
"Oh, that's me actually. I will be the trainer who works with you today." Jeremy said with a far more optimistic tone, now he was happy that he came into work today.
"Oh, that's cool. There's a lot of me to work with, but I'll be gentle….ohhhhh…." Said Christina as she clutched her stomach, all that running had built her gas up and now she needed to release.
"Is there something wrong?" Asked a concerned Jeremy.
"Do you mind if I…um pass a little gas?" She asked with her cute girly voice. It really didn't matter what Jeremy's answer was, she was just toying with him, but at least he would be forewarned.
"Sure…that's fine…everyone does it." Said Jeremy as he got up from his seat, about ready to take Christina around the weight room to get her started.
"Awesome!" Christina said as she concentrated her stomach muscles and her rectum and broke wind.
PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!
The walls of the office shook and Christina screamed out in pure ecstasy as she unloaded this 30-second beast out from her ass, it was a lot of gas alright and the explosion that left her ass had left Jeremy speechless. A plume of green gas poured out from Christina's tight spandex shorts as her asscheeks vibrated furiously with the passage of an enormous amount of putrid gas. It sounded similar to someone blowing on the stomach of another person, pressing their lips down and blowing, only the noise was several times louder and lasted for the entirety of the fart. The window nearby was starting to fog up and the air quality in that small office decomposed as more and more of Christina's gas was being pumped in. Jeremy could feel his desk shake along with the walls and the floor from the intense power of this fart, it was that great.
"Ahhh…that feels much….oh my God that reeks!" Christina said as she placed her right hand over the face upon catching her first strong whiff of her putridness. The smell of digested beans was evident in this latest blast along with the usual sulfuric horror that was the eggy component of her farts. There was probably no way she was going to avoid the rotten egg stench of the farts, so the swamp gas component of her farts was going to remain consistent. On top of all that, the smell of shit and sewage also hung over in the air, creating a room that nearly unusable. Jeremy started to gag as he waved the air around him, how could a girl drop a bomb like this he thought?
"How the hell do you do that?" Jeremy asked as Christina waved some the air out for her ass, she giggled a bit from the heavy stench, but that heavy stench wasn't going anywhere and she proposed heading into a different room. Jeremy agreed and the two walked upstairs to one of the open rooms where the two could talk a little more with slightly less of the gas to smell.
"Sorry about that one…that was a heavy one!" Christina said laughing as she felt a little residual gas remain in her bottom.
"Jeez, that could raise the dead…that smelled horrible!"
"Well yeah…it was a fart, they do smell, and my smell a whole lot!" She said with another chuckle. She patted her big butt and it was then that Jeremy was able to get his first look at Christina's enormous rear end. The cheeks clinched the deal for him, this was the perfect girl…no the perfect human.
"I think I can still smell of little of that one…God that was just horrid…I can still taste it a little." He said as he could still smell a bit of the eggy aroma of Christina's blast.
"Well…enough dwelling on my farts, I do a lot of that anyway…what are we doing here?"
"If you want, we can start on some of the weights, but we do have some people using them so we may have to take turns on them, I can't kick out are clients I hope you understand." Jeremy said as a light bulb went off in Christina's head.
"Hey, why don't I go down there and just look at what you have…and then we can go from there. Okay?" Christina said as she started to walk back toward the horrendously smelling office. Jeremy shook his head, what was the worst that could happen?
"God that was a good one!" Christina said giggling as she walked back into the office, smelling the powerful punch of her flatulence that hung over the air with extra humidity and stink. A couple of minutes had passed with Jeremy waiting outside of his office near the front door to the gym and then the exodus of gym patrons began. All dozen or so of the people who had been working out started walking out with their noses covered, they had just smelled something very heinous and Jeremy already had a clue as to what it was. As he started to walk down the steps toward the weight room, an eggy odor started to emerge. One of the last patrons, an older man who Jeremy knew walked up waving the air around his face, he approached Jeremy.
"I thought you guys had fixed that sewer problem?" The older man asked.
"No…evidently not. James says that it should be fixed tomorrow, so we should have it taken care of by Monday." Jeremy said out of thin air, as the excuse worked even if it wasn't the actual truth.
"Fair enough, I'll see you Monday then." The older man said as he continued up the stairs.
"I'll be here. Now let's see what's going on down here." Jeremy walked down the remainder of the stairs to see that the weight room was now abandoned, except for one person: Christina.
Christina stood there with her hands on her hips and with proud satisfaction as a dirty yellow haze began to float around the entire weight room. The smell inside the room was truly horrendous, like the mixture of rotten eggs and a burning diaper, it smelled wretched. She was smiling as she then patted her stomach and approached Jeremy, who had to slowly approach the 7'6 Hispanic girl as he tried to breathe in each painful breathe of hot, pungent fart gas.
"Well, now I have plenty of options of what to work out with first…this is gonna be a good day I can feel." Christina said laughing as she breathed in her raunchy odor.
"What happened…was the sewer backing up?" Jeremy asked, just to make sure. He pretty much knew it was her, but just in case…
"No silly. It was me, I farted again! A silent but deadly one too…man are those the worst. I let loose one that went on for like ten seconds and felt the warm gas flow out of my spandex shorts and into the air and watched the rest of the show. God those people couldn't believe what had hit them, it smelled soooo bad in here, and to think I think the smell is getting even worse. My SBDs are absolutely horrible, but that's what you have to do to get your way in this world. Now, I can pick and choose what I want to work with and I can have you all to myself." She said giggling as she walked around, wafting in her own stench. Jeremy was unsure about how to approach the next move, but he figured that he might as well follow this gigantic girl around and see what she wanted to do first, it was a wise idea.
"How about you start with some basic things, such as some pushups and crunches?" Jeremy proposed as Christina nodded her head.
"Sounds fine, let me get onto the ground and start some pushups, is there any limit as to how many?"
"Um…no. Whatever you want." Christina kept her body rigid as she pumped up and down in perfect form. Her pecs and triceps started getting pumped. Christina liked the way her muscles felt when she worked them. Up and down Christina went, keeping perfect form, working off more sweat as she continued her pushups. Her personal best was 75 from a few weeks ago during a workout session at Section 26. She had a few weights to work with there, but nearly as many as she did here. Jeremy already enjoyed watching Christina as she moved up and down, doing "real" pushups and filling the air inside the weight room with a combination of her sweat and some of her leftover gas. Jeremy was able to receive a full view of her unreal ample ass, with each cheek larger and rounder than his head, each one solid glute muscle), and her amazingly wide, broad and rippling back, which seemed to flow and move all on their own as she continued to move up and down, working up a sweat with her pushups. Jeremy was getting a bit hypnotized by the sight of Christina's ass and decided to get a little closer. He had to take in a closer look, at the spandex-tight butt that moved on its own, like its own animal, moving with the movement of the pushups, as he was about a foot away from the warm surface of Christina's behind, he felt a wind attack him in the face, it was a hot and blustery wind.
The first part of Christina's windy workout.
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