Britney the Farter 3 - Part 6

Looking back to the west I saw Britney’s slumbering body laid across the area called the Banks and saw it had gotten bigger since I last seen her, her head was now resting comfortably inside the Cincinnati Bengals football stadium with the rest of her body stretched out with her sleeping on her stomach and her jean covered ass pointed up in the air, I knew then where I had to make my next trip. Leaving the stadium I walked over to where Britney’s shoe covered feet were resting on the surface, her weight was so great that it hardly mattered where she was, building or ground was being suppressed by her tremendous weight, which was now over 400,000 tons. The bottom of her tennis shoes were about 165 feet in length, angling upwards from the ground to her heel. I began climbing up the threads, finding the climb a bit easier than I would have anticipated, but while climbing I came across splotches of red blood and debris from her movement, a couple of pieces of stone scraped me as I made the walk, not thinking much of what this girl was walking over as she moved around, she had picked up some considerable mileage given she had to walk around the whole city in search of more food. Once I was on the heel of her left shoe I was able to see her body expand outward in my field of view. I could tell that it was now after 5:30 as I noticed a slight light appear in the east, daylight was coming, ever so slowly. Britney’s left leg extended itself outward from my location nearly 600 feet.

Britney’s leg was nearly as long as the tallest buildings in the city were tall, or the span of a few city blocks. Looking outward I was a nice 100 feet up in the air from the ground so every step I took would have to be a careful one, clinging onto a piece of the denim fabric in her blue jeans I started to make the walk along her leg. Britney was a very fine developing girl; this meant that her muscles were already forming out ever so slightly. She hardly worked out or anything, but they were growing all the same. I had figured that it was due to all the beans she was eating, feeding her body with a growth elixir that helped enhance her body features and mature her into a beautiful female. From her shoe I found myself walking on top of blue denim, probably a good half foot thick, up a mound that was the girl’s calve muscle. The calve rose up to me like a small sand dune, making me work just a little bit to climb it. It was a good thing that her jeans had tightened themselves against her body in such a fashion that I hardly had to worry about stepping over small folds in the fabric that were part of the overall jean covering her legs. I remembered putting these jeans on her the previous morning and thought that there was no more amazing experience than walking on them right now. After the calve muscles I went down a depression into what was her hamstrings, afterwards I made an even steeper climb up her thighs and made my way closer and closer to her glorious ass.

Britney Rogers, now that I was seeing it up close truly possessed the ass of a goddess. Even when she was 11, her butt was pretty nice, nothing extraordinary, but worthy of a farting demigod such as herself, now, 14 years old and probably 1,200 feet in height and her ass was extraordinary. From the ground it rose essentially to a height of 200 feet. The mounds I was looking at right now were enormous, powerful and daunting to say the least, her butt got people looking at her before but now, they were downright massive. Each buttock was about 150 feet in diameter around, in comparison her butt could now essentially fit snuggly inside the football stadium with little room left over. They rose up and down with her breathing as she continued to sleep, snoring even more as the sunlight from the new day was starting to filter through. I had taken my time walking across her body as I got to this point because I wanted to be here to experience Britney in her full glory. And her ass, her ass now had my undivided attention. It expanded outward encased in the blue denim of her jeans like a temple destined to be worshiped and glorified. I had to look at it for a minute or two as I continued to see the cute curves of her body form those two perfect cheeks that met in her crack, where the hole was located that spewed nothing but pure death. Just then I felt something, a burst of wind come over me as it was soon obvious that Britney was letting out a quick silent fart.

I gasped for air as her foul skunk-like odor of her tiny, tiny fart burned out of her ass cheeks and melted my face, with my nose offended beyond relief of the gas coming out of her rectum. The ghastly odor of the big, beautiful girl's bowels burned my sinuses and filled my lungs with terror. Out from the crack of her jeans came a toxic cloud of yellow and green-colored gas into the air. My hair was blowing around as the plume of gas that poured out of her rear end was more relentless than anything they had ever conceived. The fart may have only been about five seconds, but it could have killed everyone in the entire central business district of the city. The gas came out at such speeds and intensities that it caught even me by surprise. Britney was setting herself apart, far apart as the biggest farter ever who was cutting the biggest fart ever and even with her tiny puffs of wind, without her giving any effort at all she was capable to bringing small towns to their knees and even catch me, well-prepared for her disastrous flatulence unguarded. Her jeans were now bulging out with the inconceivable amount of gas had passed through them; even if the fart was tiny, the sheer amount of gas leftover from the fart, trapped in her pants and slowly floating through the fabric and into the air meant that any trek I take onto her pants would involve having to smell the ripe smell of rotten eggs, beans, onions, shit, garbage and all the skunks in the world times ten all rolled into one. Even a minute after she had pushed out this minuscular burst of silent wind I was still gagging and coughing from the rancid aroma, no one had experienced a fart of this level, even to me it was a surprise, but I loved Britney to the end and began walking up the mound of buttflesh as I headed toward her seat of her pants.

The trek up her buttock was a little tougher than before. It was again like going up a sand dune, feeling only the coarse fabric of the denim for support. Pressing my hand into the fabric I was barely able to make an indention into the denim, let alone the buttock. Most people, obviously, you could spank their butt and feel the hand push into the buttock to exert the pain required for the punishment, but here the buttock was so firm and hard that I could barely do it. I had to time my climbing around the rise and full of her pert buttocks, probably about five to ten feet into the air with each exhalation of air in and out of her system. How she was able to withstand the rancid aroma of the air around her was beyond me but Britney had plenty of practice with smelling the air around her room. Each foot climb higher against the mountain of buttflesh gave me another dose of her beyond-belief rotten eggs stench that smelled as if something had died in her butt. Her butt really was becoming a force of its own, she was a living breathing example of just how powerful she was, her butt swelled with a colossal authority that knew it contained a payload so deeply disturbing that I feared for the world, for what brewed within the deep caverns of her buttcrack was bad news for everyone. And I thought about this while I continued climbing in the fog of ultra-stink that hovered around her ass, the smell of that most recent fart was now traveling in a range of a few square miles, I guessed anyway. Britney had full command of whatever happened to the entire world at this point. It wasn’t just me that was her slave, it was humanity. She didn’t even have to say anything now, she just laid there releasing her toxic gas and continued to grow, everything else would fall into place.

At long last I had made it to the apex of her butt, with a commanding view to my west as I saw the black shirt that covered the upper part of her body. Dust and blood could be seen all over her clothing, not too noticeable to her but noticeable to me, I myself could see a splotch of red here and there in her butt, and people were dying to her ass left and right. I was walking on top of what was essentially a good 20 feet or so worth of empty space that formed her buttcrack. The tightness of her jeans though meant that I was good to walk at the top of the surface of her jeans without any threat of falling down, as long as I didn’t find a hole in her jeans. I finally grabbed a hold of a piece of stitching in the exact center of the seat of her pants right where the two pieces of denim fabric met. I could feel the individual fibers used to produce the large seam, probably about a foot wide that followed the contour of her asscrack and rode up the direct center of her backside to the pair of jeans. Of course these were specially made for her so the threads used were so large that one group of threads used for this center seam up her ass was enough to provide threading for several pair of jeans by themselves. Small white threads intertwined with the blue to make up the pattern of stitching that formed the fabric of her jeans, which were probably about ten inches in thickness. On either side of me a rough (from my eyes at least) plain of denim stretched as far as that girl had asscheeks. Probably a nice 15 feet away from my position on either side were the beginning of two large back pockets. Each back pocket was probably the size of a house, or at least the square footage of a house and from the surface of the jeans rose about a foot. A white stich made a line pattern across each of the back pockets to give it a little flair. If you wanted to you could easily fit a party of 30 people into each back pocket with room left over. You’d never think about these sorts of things when you walk around the mall and see cute women wearing jeans, even all those times I put jeans on Britney I never thought about it, but Britney loved jeans, seeing the true size of her pair made you remember your place among a towering giantess of a girl.

I remained as high up on her ass-raised pair of jeans as possible with a nice aerial view of the land around me. The sun had now risen and I was able to get a better appreciate for what had gone on while I was out. The smoldering pile of shit on top of Mount Adams was more profane than even I expected, a green smoke blew out from the stink pillars that rose from such an enormous deposit.  To the north, the skyline looked radically altered, the tallest buildings had top pieces missing from them with dust and smoke spreading around, burning uncontrollably in small areas, allowed to burn given the lack of any people to take it out. The sun was able to break through the fog, but it really looked like a smoggy morning in the valley of the Ohio River as a brown haze filled my line of sight, stretching along the river, south into Kentucky and north to Downtown and the valleys north of the city. You didn’t see any blue sky, even though the forecast had called for perfect weather this Sunday and previous day. It was already very warm and sticky, a muggy sensation that was made worse to me by being on top of Britney’s gigantic derriere. Other than Britney’s snoring, which was slowly dying down as my heart started to worry about what was about to come, it was deadly quiet in this city. No boat traffic, no cars, no people, no animals, a stillness gripped the area that was occupied by only myself, Britney and Hannah’s unconscious body in the stadium. No one could survive even a few seconds in this space, even with the right protection and even with the fact that Britney had been building up her gas all night, her colossal, powerful gas.

I got on my knees as I looked more closely at the strains of white and blue thread that made the fabric of her jeans. I could feel a bit of heat to the surface, as hot as asphalt on a hot summer day, which it was. The heat of the morning sun bearing down on her blue jeans plus the warmness of her silent and eggy gas made the surface of her jeans so hot that one could burn their feet on it if they walked barefooted. I fell to my knees as I positioned myself to the right of the seam that went down the crack of her pants, feeling and smelling the over present stench of her wicked gas and took my nose and mouth and got ready to plant a kiss. My heart pounded more as I got closer and closer, with the smell and taste of her gas getting worse with each movement my head got closer and closer. Finally, my nose and mouth tasted the denim fabric of her jeans, Britney Rogers’s jeans, her gassy giantess, the girl with the most powerful and deadly farts in history, I tasted and smelled the fabric and my mind went berserk.  Familiar words soon entered my head as I tasted and smelled the foulest air ever conceived residual girl fart gas that was stronger in intensity that than the sun, with a power brewing just below me that would make a nuclear explosion seem like nothing. The words came to me, it was an Eminem song, perhaps his most famous, I started saying it to myself in my head, hearing them over and over again with the every gassy Britney the Farter singing them back and forth, now it all made sense to me.

“Look, if you had one shot. Or one opportunity. To seize everything you ever wanted in one moment. Would you capture it? Or just let it slip?” No I did not, I sniffed that gas, even as the vapors of the gas that hung around there slowly started to settle into my lungs and destroy them, slowly my body system was being destroyed, just by smelling her leftover butt gas. I then began with the song’s lyrics as I began slowly losing myself in the aura that was Britney’s gas, for once and for all. “You better lose yourself in the music, the moment you own it; you better never let it go. You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow, this opportunity comes once in a lifetime you better….”

“His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy, there's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti. He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready to drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting what he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud. He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out. He's choking, how, everybody's joking now. The clocks run out, times up, over, blow!” I felt like Eminem’s character right there on top of the seat of Britney’s beautiful jeans, I was weak, I could have vomited, I was nervous to be in such a location. Everything was getting ready for a gigantic explosion, I could already tell, a monster was coming, a rap battle so intense that no would ever be the same afterwards.

“Snap back to reality, oh there goes gravity. Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked. He's so mad, but he won't give up that easy? No, he won't have it; he knows his whole back city's ropes. It don't matter, he's dope, he knows that, but he's broke. He's so stacked that he knows, when he goes back to his mobile home, that's when its. Back to the lab again yo, this whole rhapsody. He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him.” The gas continued to build within her as the smell gripped me more, like Eminem I wasn’t a quitter, I was heading back to the battle of experiencing this once-in-a-lifetime change. This gas was of world class odor through and through. From deep within her crack the scent was probably best described as the mix between a dog’s fart and a paper mill with some rotten eggs mixed in. It was overwhelming, extensive and downright toxic. And she was still asleep, her fart was coming, but all I was smelling was the twilight of her bomb.
“The souls escaping, through this hole that it’s gaping. This world is mine for the taking. Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order. A normal life is boring, but super stardom's close to post mortar. It only grows harder, only grows hotter. He blows us all over these hoes is all on him. Coast to coast shows, he's known as the globetrotter. Lonely roads, God only knows, he's grown farther from home, he's no father. He goes home and barely knows his own daughter. But hold your nose 'cause here goes the cold water. His hoes don't want him no mo, he's cold product. They moved on to the next schmo who flows, he nose dove and sold nada. So the soap opera is told and unfolds, I suppose it's old partner, but the beat goes on.” Eminem may have been talking about something else entirely, but here I knew it. It was a new world order; it was a world for Britney’s taking. Perhaps everything did go back to her. And we were all the Eminems in the world, having to go through all this shit happening to us now, having to bear down and batten down the hatches as Britney begun her ascent into a level of existence that no one had ever experienced, but that smell, it continued to grip me. The scent continued to cling to everything in my mind, greater and greater it grew, the gas’s stench was relentless even after the fart was passed over 20 minutes ago.

“No more games, I'm a change what you call rage. Tear this motherfucking roof off like two dogs caged. I was playing in the beginning, the mood all changed. I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage. But I kept rhyming and stepwriting the next cipher. Best believe somebody's paying the pied piper. All the pain inside amplified by the fact that I can't get by with my nine to five and I can't provide the right type of life for my family 'cause man, these God damn food stamps don't buy diapers. And it’s no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer. This is my life and these times are so hard. And it's getting even harder trying to feed and water my seed, plus. See dishonor caught up between being a father and a prima-donna Baby mama drama screaming on and too much. For me to want to say in one spot, another jam or not. Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail I've got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot. Success is my only motherfucking option, failures not. Mom, I love you, but this trail has got to go, I cannot grow old in Salem's lot. So here I go is my shot. Feet fail me not 'cause maybe the only opportunity that I got.” And with that I took in larger and larger gulps and sniffs, I was full-fledged in breathing in this gas, this beautiful, perfect and deadly gas. From that very first moment I felt the heated gas leave her anus I knew that I was going to die from it. Even at the age of 11, her gas was deadly, now it was about to take me. Britney’s farts were the real deal. This was the kind of gas that a human being simply weren’t meant to breathe, nor for human’s to produce. Even if it was gas clinging to a girl’s gigantic bum and her jeans this was what it was all about. My mind deteriorated by the second as I soon smelled nothing else but her gas, I could only taste her shitty butt vapors and feel and experience her gas. This went on for another minute or two as I became so engaged in her gas that the final moment came up to me without much warning.

It was a rumbling, one that grew by the second, I could hear something surging deep within that buttcrack as I kissed the denim more and more. My mind was already gone, my life over, I wanted to be here when it began. It was like a factory working down below me, a massive oversized stomach had been producing a toxic concoction of fetid gases that had never before been produced. Tons and tons of beans had been digested within her tummy and were now producing a waste product in gaseous form so evil that the world may never been able to survive what fully came out. This went on for another few seconds as I envisioned the Brian patterns in Britney’s body were trying to coordinate the effort that was about ready to begin. Britney was waking up, that much was clear, and her asshole was getting primed as dosage after dosage of her super fatal flatus was getting ready for release. The amount of gas within her stomach was more than enough to cover the entire city in a good ten feet of her gas, and she was building more by the second. Then I heard the rumbling again, the denim around me began shaking as I braced myself for the impact. It was her asshole opening up to expel her silent and wretchedly deadly smelly pre-fart gas. Already the gas was double in power and stink from what I had experienced previously, but it was only at my size you actually heard the silent gas rumble its way upwards through her deep crevasse of female butt flesh and finally up into some open air where it made its final noise of coming out hissing, it was a hissing sound that sounded like a rumbling, if that made any sense, and this was just the prelude to the fart. The shaking got worse and finally I heard what had to be her asshole opening up, this was it, the moment of climax. I looked up and sung out the song from Britney’s alarm.

“Like TP for my bung-hole, and it's cool if you let one go, nobody's gonna know, who'd hear it? Give a little "poot poot," it's ok….” And with that my life was over.
BRITNEY BEGAN TO FART.

She began farting and I had died almost instantly, a force of titanic butt wind tore apart my body as my bones and muscles and skin were teared to shreds as she let loose her first atomic push of butt wind. It had happened instantly and caught me off guard for a few seconds before I found myself looking over the entire scene. I had already gone to heaven, or hell, or purgatory, I wasn’t sure. My body, some sort of ghost was now looking over the downtown area of Cincinnati as I saw Britney’s massive body, 1,300 feet in length across the Cincinnati riverfront as she began pushing out her fart. Time either passed quicker or slower as I watched the scene foldout before me, but Britney’s fart was starting out massive and building up in power as time went on. The sound of this fart was enough to produce a sound wave that traveled a good 30 miles away in all directions, and that was just from the first eruption of this fart. If her epic fart in the bedroom that one day would have been compared to the eruption of Mt. St. Helens, this was the Yellowstone Super volcano exploding. I watched the fart come out from on top the caboose as a mushroom shaped cloud of brown gas began exploding outwards in an expanding direction. As her fart started to rupture its way out of her ass there was a smell of rotten death that was becoming worse by the second. It was rather juxtaposed to admire such a cute girl giant and to be forced to smell such dreadfulness. Brown gas reigned supreme over the entire city and even at their great heights it still looked as if the entire metro area had been caught up in a fog, even Britney had to endure the great power of her gas.

The brown cloud of her gas was a formation of a large volume of lower-density gases rising higher into the air, causing a Rayleigh–Taylor instability. The buoyant mass of gas rose rapidly, resulting in turbulent vortices curling downward around its edges, forming a temporary vortex ring that drew up a central column of ugly smelling gas condensed in water vapor form to produce the "mushroom stem" of gas that was bellowing out of the seat of her blue jeans. The mass of gas plus entrained moist air eventually reached an altitude where it mixed up with the top of the atmosphere, producing a beautiful but terrifying mushroom cloud that was over 20 miles up in the air with a top that was spreading out a nice 20 miles out in all directions. It was a brown gas that was morphing into something darker, darker and darker it became as she continued farting, and I was still merely at the beginning of her explosion. I could see the folds of her jeans ripple from the awesome power of the fart as it helped to enforce the massiveness of the girl. She was always a cute girl, but now she was a breathtaking beautiful woman, releasing the largest fart to have ever been cut. Britney’s morning thunder fart was already five minutes into its release and it was coming out at a force so strong that it made most nuclear bomb explosions seem minor in comparison. What was pushing out of Britney’s ass contained about five megatons of TNT in its eruption, her butt was erupting something so loud and thunderous that buildings shook nearly 100 miles away in the cities of Columbus, Louisville and Indianapolis.

Britney’s fart roared on another three minutes as the pitch never deviated and the mushroom shaped cloud of her toxic gas continued to spread. Around the country, crew were already preparing themselves to fly over to Britney’s position to drop nuclear bombs on her. Wanting to risk Cincinnati of being destroyed before now the only option left was to kill Britney, but her fart was sending off a clear warning that nuking her may not be possible, especially if she was already capable of doing five times the damage with a naturally-produced butt bomb created from eating too many beans. The brown gas was once again turning black as the fart continued to pour out of her ass like the worst volcanic eruption in history. Luckily my being dead prevented me from breathing in the aroma or at least all of it. The smell was so strong that even a small bit of it got to me in death, it was powerful enough to transcend the boundary between the dead and the living and boy did this fart stink. Britney’s intestinal system was using the fuel of the beans and other gas producing agents as a chemical weapons facility, developing them into a chemical combination that had yet to be created before in the world, a new brand of gas that was unheard of, it would take years for scientists to be able to develop the same combinations without the impressive digestive tract that this girl had. Britney already was capable of producing mind-defying killer gas, now she had just increased that ability by the hundreds. She was enveloping the Greater Cincinnati area with its wicked fumes some 50 times over and counting. Nine minutes into this massive rupture of gas and she had already pumped out enough of her chemically-created gas to kill every living thing within everything in southwest Ohio, northern Kentucky and extreme southeast Indiana. And I could only imagine what the inside of her pants was like, only that it had to be a true gas chamber, no chemical produced in the universe could even get close to the wretchness that existed there at this moment.

The fact that I was dead gave me the ability to take a closer look at Britney’s face as she laid her head on her two arms, stretched over the remnants of the football stadium where her head had been. I could look at her face; she was smiling now as her fart easily surpassed the 13-minute mark. Her grin was getting wider as she knew exactly what she was doing. Around her, the skyline of Cincinnati had become obliterated as the force of the gas sent a shockwave that bounced off the walls of the valleys around the city, shattering every remaining part of building within the several miles of Ground Zero. Covington and Newport were lying in ruins likewise as the bridges connecting the two sides of the river had been splintered with debris lying into the river, which was humming with a terrible force that continued to shake the ground around the city. Downtown Cincinnati was being wrecked with a force equivalent of an 11-pointer earthquake and an area within ten miles of the city were well past an eight-pointer in earthquake potential. Britney was always capable of shaking up her bedroom with her morning farts, but this was beyond incredible to see, the hills around the city were standing still but beyond that, buildings were collapsing as the rest of the city was being utterly destroyed. The sound of the fart was increasing in power as the fart continued erupting out of her ass. It could be heard in several states with such firmness that it scared millions even if they could not smell a thing.

Britney’s Chemical R must have become supercharged with her growth, hell I imagined the bacteria itself was human sized to help her boost her bacteria count within her stomach to astonishing numbers. They worked overtime all the time now and with her meal during the past day it only helped to produce gas by the trillions of liters per second. Each time she released some gas more would form at record-breaking rates. The mushroom shaped cloud was getting even larger as the aroma of Britney’s monster fart continued to rage on and it was showing as more brown haze was spreading outside and into the surrounding hinterlands of the city, filling a growing area with a pea-soup fog of pungent gas. The skunk-smelling fart gas was floating around, soaking much of the fields surrounding the larger city with dew-like substance that could only be described as the condensation effects of her farting. Thunderstorms had been produced from various parts of the cloud as her wet gas had already condensed themselves in such a way that raging rain storms of Britney’s juicy gas of death was producing an acidic rain that was spreading throughout the hills to the east of the city. Flash floods were forming from the noxious gas-produced rain that formed in various cells around the area. The downtown area was so utterly destroyed that everything was more dry and barren than anything else, there was no greenery within 15 miles of her catastrophic morning fart and now she was nearly 20 minutes in length since her fart had begun.

Britney’s Morning Thunder continued on past 20 minutes and beyond minutes 21 and 22, how she continued farting was now beyond me, it was a raging force that I could have only describe as some sort of dream. To say the least her loud fart produced a noise that could be heard like a loud thunder as far as Cleveland, Chicago and the mountains of far eastern Kentucky. It was now becoming a really disgusting fart that was taking on the presence of an all-powerful eye-watering bomb. If she would have every farted like this at home, she would have killed everyone within her entire neighborhood, perhaps a little bit beyond that. I would have died anyway, no protection would have ever helped me, the aroma was so putrid that the sun had been blocked out entirely in the city as a cloud of brown and black covered an area the size of Rhode Island and growing. She was churning out twice the amount of gas in one second than everyone on the planet could do in a month. The fart started to sound really wet and smelled more and more of infinite amounts of crap, very tiny crap that was basically trapped in the gassy molecules of her fart. Whatever her dump was on Mount Adams earlier would have been nothing compared to what she could do now. The fart smelled worse and worse and now more than ever smelled of rotten eggs as the sulfuric content of the fart was on hyper-overload. The more she grew and the more she farted, the more sulfur her farts showing a very scary outlook that her farts were becoming the most sulfuric things ever created in the universe. The smell was getting stinkier and stinkier and still her fart was pushing on into the 25th minute with an eruption that was now maturing a radioactive layout of horridness that produced an aroma that was slowly spreading further out within the country. By the time the fart had ended you smell it in Washington D.C and New York.

A plane was sent south to Britney’s location, traveling as fast as it could with a nuke, the pilots knew that they were on a suicide run, they wouldn’t survive the trip there, the smell was too noxious for anyone to withstand, it was no different from being in Britney’s bedroom after she had eaten 30 cans of beans, no one could live there, I barely survived such a condition but she loved the killer stink of it. She was always able to withstand her fart’s foul gas; somehow her lungs were as advanced as her digestive system, giving her the ability to breath in her deadly fumes per fart. And this fart consisted of the foulest and loudest gas yet to come out from her bowels. Even I couldn’t even believe the amount of power that came out of this sort of burst of gastric eruption. Gas continued to erupt out of her anus at such a force and power that no human could have ever been a witness to such an occurrence outside of…well nothing, there was nothing that could prepare a human to experience this. The fart emerging out of her gigantic ass was turning into a spectacle before my eyes as she continued to lay down there on the ground, still waking up from a long night’s sleep, not thinking much off what she was doing. Britney had the power of a grown person breaking wind and the absolute deadliness of a girl passing gas. The mushroom-shaped cloud of her fart was settling in as she farted more and more, the stem of the cloud was wide enough to be about a mile, spreading upwards from her blue jean-covered ass and spewing a stream of steam and death-fueled gas upwards, burning anyone that would have come into contact with it. In a playful manner Britney finally moved her hand and started waving the hot and toxic gas around, acting as if the fart had actually stunk a little bit to her, but the most terrifying part was the fact that her fart was now nearly 29 minutes in length and the B2 bomber carrying the nuke was near the site of Ground Zero. Britney’s fart continued to rage on but it was showing signs of ending soon.

The plane with the bomb arrived near Cincinnati, its pilots were already dead but the automatic systems in the plane were able to pilot the bomb over to where Britney was laying down. My heart started to get worried that it would be it for her as I wasn’t sure the damage that a bomb would do to her, perhaps she would be strong enough to deflect any impact of the nuke. But then I remembered that Britney’s farts were deadly and strong and that was soon confirmed. The bomb detonated somewhere on the surface of Britney’s jeans and ripped a new explosive plume of destructiveness among the area. There was a temporary flash of light to show that the bomb had gone off and for a brief moment of time humanity must have thought that Britney was dead from the explosive. But alas the fate for humanity was already sealed, the fart continued to roar on and as soon as the flash was over an new white mushroom shaped cloud was forming from the seat of her pants, carrying the nuclear payload of the bomb meant to kill her, but that cloud was soon enveloped by the larger brown and black fart-based cloud of bean-produced flatulence and to the horror of everyone, and my general delight, the nuclear bomb had become consumed by her fart. The world was now looking at Britney in a mix of awe and fear. She began laughed arrogantly as she CONTINUED ripping her gigantic foul wet fart with the power of the nuclear explosion mixed into the blend of her deadly gas. The earth around Britney shook as more of her loud blast blew out of her butt. She laughed as she let out more, now moving her ass as she was going past 30 minutes since the initial release of this fart. The fart was more than off the scale, the planet was it wasn't prepared for such a huge and sudden assault. The thermonuclear payload of the bomb had failed to take into account just how corruptive Britney's gas was; her fart had absorbed it, and now radiational power of the bomb had merged with Britney's gas. Just as her fart was about to die down, the nuclear bomb gave it an additional burst of fart, resulting in two more minutes of the greatest thunderous explosion the Earth had ever seen.

The nuclear explosion colliding with Britney’s gas created a secondary burst of explosiveness that was as strong as Britney’s original eruption of butt thunder. The booming sound of the nuclear-induced fart ensured that it would shake the remainder of Cincinnati’s highways and bridges into a crumbling dust. Roads all around were cracked, buildings incinerated in the blinding flash of light that somehow colluded itself with Britney’s warm flatulence to produce a burst of thermal nuclear radiation that smelled of Britney’s rich fart gas and contained the same power of a nuclear bomb going off flashing people, not that there were any to kill. The shockwave that came out from this second additional burst of the same fart, the SAME FUCKING FART, was enough to take buildings out in a ten-mile radius of Britney’s location, while destroying countless others beyond that. If it was within the Interstate 275 beltway, it was now probably safe to say that it was gone entirely. The flash of light could be seen over 100 miles away and helped to enlarge the size of the mushroom shaped cloud of Britney’s original farting to produce something horrendously bad. Even with that, some bombs in the past were bigger than this one, Tsar Bomba was still larger but at Britney’s current rate of growth that was soon to end. The bubbly ripping sound of the fart could be heard about 45 seconds after the bomb had gone off, roaring on for another solid minute to cap off what would be an amazing fart of nearly 35 minutes in length, an incredible feat for anyone to attempt to duplicate. The noxious aroma of Britney’s foul gas stunk up an area that was almost 150 miles across in diameter, producing a deadly aroma that killed almost everyone within that zone. Hospitals, highways and emergency crews would be busy the rest of the morning, but humanity’s doom was already sealed, I left the planet at just the right moment.

“DAMN THAT WAS A BIG FART! SNIFF THAT ONE UP MAGGOTS, I AM UNSTOPPABLE, NOT EVEN NUCLEAR BOMBS CAN WITHSTAND THE POWER OF MY FARTS!” Britney looked up at the air surrounding what used to be Cincinnati, the city was unrecognizable at this point, only the river and the hills around the city had withstand the power of her fart. Hannah almost certainly had died from the fart, if not the nuclear blast itself. The air was quiet and Britney’s voice, sounding even louder and sinister had put the world on notice. This was her planet now; I can’t say if this was something that she even would want, but that hardly mattered, Britney the Farter was calling the shots. She stood up to find herself almost 2,500 feet in height, looking over the vast devastation of her fart and nuclear-created wasteland, the fog of green and yellow stretched as far as she could see, nearly the entire southwest quarter of Ohio plus huge chunks of Kentucky and Indiana were filled by this cloud of deadly gas that was going to hang around for a long time. Mixed in with the radiation of the nuclear explosion it produced a kind of power that killed millions of people as it drifted further and further away from the city.

It was still a localized event but soon she was going to become larger and gassier, there was still plenty of beans left in her stomach and she had to let the world know that she still meant business. Standing up with a smile on her face she lifted her right leg and pressed out another thunderous fart that produced a smaller but still toxic-smelling cloud of green gas into the air. That fart thankfully lasted only nine minutes, but with Britney’s Morning Thunder she had to fart another six times, with the last fart, her weakest lasting only a full minute. Since waking up Britney had taken about two hours to full get the built up gas from overnight out of her system. Laughing at the wake of her gassy devastation, which was slowly consuming more and more around her she laughed as she looked down upon the pitiful city below her. The tops of Cincinnati’s hills now went up to well below her knees; her gas was now forming a cloud that was so thick that everything below it had the feeling of nightfall falling upon the region. Somewhere in southern Ohio, a girl named Kelly Haynes was dying from the fumes of a wicked brand of flatulence descending upon her childhood home. In the coming hours, the gas that came out of Britney’s massive and deadly behind would make its way to the west coast of the United States, sniffed up by girls named Megan, Katie, Jade and Christina. They would try their best to keep up with the pungency of the gas, but like others before them they would soon die from sniffing too much of Britney’s pungent fart fumes.

“NOW IT’S TIME FOR ME TO GET SOME MORE BEANS! I’M GOING TO BE HAVING A GASSY DAY TODAY!” Britney yelled as she began walking around the remains of her former hometown and prepare for a new life as a gassy giantess, looking for grocery stores and factories, anywhere that could produce beans to fuel her gassy tummy in producing her vicious farts. On her second day as a giantess, her SBDs were insanely powerful. Soon her farts would cover multiple states with relative ease, even as she slowly grew toward a height of 10,000 feet. By lunchtime the entire nation reeked of the incredible flatulence that left her behind. At this point, time started to speed up for me as I watched what transpired soon after that. Britney continued to get bigger, numerous attempts were made to kill her, but no one could survive being within 30 miles of her gas, even after a long time of releasing it. Her silent farts were massive and long and produced clouds of death that soon spread north to Canada and south over the Caribbean and Mexico. But that was only the beginning. At the end of the second day she was big enough to lay down to sleep over a couple of states and her Morning Thunder the next day made that Tsar Bomba explosion seem like a pin drop, destructive gas came out of such power and for a length of 45 minutes that the planet was shaken to the point that it was wobbled out of its rotation around the sun and while such a move would be disastrous for the planet, there were few people to worry about that. By the morning of that third day about 60% of the Earth’s population was dead, by lunch time that was 80% and by dinner time Britney had grown to be continent sized with every living thing killed off by her bad gas.

And that was when things became really, really serious and weird at the same time. From some sort of void where the dead were all residing, the entirety of humanity began to watch Britney’s ascendance from gassy girl in her own home to a cosmic gassy goddess. Britney found that she was a bit constrained by the size of the Earth and the atmosphere with breathable air, that very much smelled like the inside of her asshole at this point, but after a very nice SBD fart that went on for ten minutes she discovered through a law of physics that was created right at that point that her gas had transcended the atmosphere and filled a small part of the vacuum of space surrounding the planet. And that’s when Britney began to really, really grow. Larger and larger she grew, soon she was too big for Earth, but she was able to do fine just on her own, her gas grew smellier and gassier as she was able to fart her way into a larger corner of space with her flatulence filling up the entire solar system. There she discovered that even though she was hovering around in space, she could breathe in the aroma of the air with no problem. Larger and larger she grew; soon the composition of the vacuum of space in the universe surrounding the solar system was filled with her gas. The entire system smelled of her farts. The natural silent nature of her farts helped so that her SBDs were so monstrous and smelly that she was fundamentally changing the order of the universe with her gas. That’s right; the universe was filling up with the putrid smelliness of Britney Rogers’s farts.

But her growth was far from over, the Earth, still there but barely holding on became smaller and smaller to her eyes before she was finally able to pick up the planet and stick it within her buttcrack and right up to her butthole. One very small SBD was all that was required to destroy the entire planet, the place where she was born and had lived her short live as a regular American teenage girl with bad gas. Destroying Earth with her fart was nice but soon she became bored and knew that she would have to destroy more and more. The larger she grew the more powerful she became, in some sort of fashion that I would never be able to fully explain. It was all happening in a flash for me as I watched the field of vision change drastically, all while the theme music from 2001: A Space Odyssey, Also sprach Zarathustra was playing in my head. The universe was changing more and more as Britney grew into something beyond that of a cosmic goddess, I can’t say there would be any appropriate words to describe what she was becoming. Soon the sun was no bigger than her asshole and more and more she grew, the galaxy soon was filled with the scent of her foul gas and that moved further across millions of light years as she became larger and larger. It soon became clear to me the role of Britney in the universe. The universe wasn’t created for all of us, or for all the species that occupied it, it was made for Britney Rogers. She produced a gas that soon became the constant vacuum that filled space. Everything was leading to this, Britney’s ascendance into a metaforce that became the universe. It was becoming less outer space and the universe and more Britney Rogers. Everything was Britney and her farts. Finally I saw it appear in front of me, the seat of Britney’s pants, so massive it took over an area of space that was larger than what the Hubble Telescope could see and then I smelled it, that familiar odor. Even if I was dead and she was cosmic I could smell it.

It was a smell I was very familiar with, the stench running up my nostrils and into my body was without a doubt the strongest I’ve ever experienced. In my short life of smelling toilets, spoiled food, farms with the fertilizer on full blast and weeks-old garbage I think this stench trumped them all, and that frightened me. I feel my eyes continued to flicker back and forth from the gas’s strong power that made me tear uncontrollable as it tried to counter the effects of the gas. It covered an expanse of space that was too unfathomable to even contemplate; trillions of galaxies smelled it, this powerful aroma that transcended everything that had ever existed from the beginning to the end. The smell was everything, it was powerful, it was God, it was Britney. The smell was overpowering, like a cheese that had been left to decay while mixed in with spoiled milk and crap. It was everywhere at every time, it hung like a ghastly fog unlike any I had ever expected. It was flatulence, a very strong and healthy dosage of flatulence and it was from a girl….an 14-year old girl. Laughing in the distance as she felt another puff of silent but deadly gas leave her ass, this 14-year old girl felt proud of her creation and why not, they were some, if not the biggest farts ever released by a human. Yes, this 14-year old girl was a farter, but not just any farter, BRITNEY THE GIGANTIC FARTER!

And then everything went black, I could no longer see or hear anything, my mind was gone and I died in every aspect of the word. I finally knew what had happened, I was dead, Britney had farted, she had been eating beans.