The Farting Giantess - Part 1

THE FARTING GIANTESS
By SellCon2762


PART ONE: THE GIANT FARTING MENANCE

“That stinks!” Megan giggled to herself as she fanned the area behind her ass. She had ripped a humongous fart! Her entire ass jiggled as hot, dense air shot out her anus and filled her room with the scent of rotten eggs and decaying beans. A small brown haze started forming behind her cheerleading-skirt covered bubble butt. Everywhere around her room stunk of the rotten stench that was emitting from his her behind, her big bowl of beans she had for breakfast had done her well, and her farts were as powerful and pungent as ever.

Megan Williams stood there as she leaned a little forward on her dresser while looking into her beautiful frame in the mirror. Megan was quite the gifted girl and had plenty to be proud of. She was a member of both the school swim team and the cheerleading squad and she took both commitments seriously. She also had a very well-formed body, with healthy-sized thighs and forearms; she was someone that no one wanted to mess with, even at a younger age. She had a youthful face with brown eyes and blond hair, curled up in a ponytail that hung on the back of her head. She was wearing her blue and white cheerleading uniform from school. The uniform had shrunk on her as she continued to grow up and now her skirt was much shorter than before. She stood at a full six feet in high, with white cotton panties covering her increasing bottom with the blue skirt barely covering it. On top, her blue cheerleader blouse appeared to be straining to contain her growing breasts in place. Her continuous exercise really did her good as her calves were now much larger and her legs more well-formed, even her stomach was getting close to having its own six-pack. She could easily kick her older brother’s ass if she wanted to, but she had other ideas.

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A long, incredibly for her standards, fart emerged from the now warm panties that were underneath her blue skirt. It lasted nearly 20 seconds and took a whole lot of energy for her to push out. The fart also crossed a new threshold even for her as she was emitting noxious fumes and fog all throughout her room. She could see the mirror fog up from the intense rise in humidity and heat in the room, and then the atrocious smell started. It stunk like rotten eggs, but like no other fart she had ever released. The smell was thick, real thick and it was unbreathable, she began gagging and coughing like none other. As she left her bedroom she giggled as she saw the thick gas surround the blue globe on her desk. Megan had to vacate her incredibly smelly room as she departed for a trip with destiny at the Bay Area Chili-Eating Contest. Awaiting her there was her biggest competition in terms of ripping big smelly farts.

At the Presidio near the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, Christina Lopez’s stomach grumbled as she tried to settle it in preparation for the contest. It was a mild spring afternoon as a stage had been set with the bay as a backdrop, there sat fifteen different people, Christina among them. It was very easy to determine who Christina was; she sat there in her 7’6 height over the other participants, who by this point were well-aware of Christina and her “abilities.” Still, that didn’t stop the contest from wanting to gain some publicity with Christina engaged in a chili-eating contest, knowing very well what that food would do to her. Christina had biggest case of chronic flatulence, an extreme amount of farts in length, strength and overall power, not to mention the smell. There wasn’t anything particularly unique about her digestive system, other than its overall size which was much larger. It’s just that it was very productive and the juices that would digest her intake of food created the most noxious amounts of flatulence that had ever been recorded. Everything about the 19-year old’s flatulence was epic and was something had caused many people to suffer in her presence. Right now, as she got ready to eat bowl after bowl of chili in her now-emptied stomach, the suffering was only a matter of time.

She was just past 19 years of age and only weeks away from graduating from high school where she had already accepted a scholarship to play at Stanford for basketball and volleyball, using her remarkable height of 7’6. Also running for her school’s track and field team, she was very much an athletic female, one with great skills in her sports and impressive physical assets to guide her way. Of course, there was on asset she was known for the most, as many of her sporting events had been gassed out from her large eating that helped to produce her high amount of energy, and flatulence. She sat there in her seat, with her butt squeezing the chair for all the space it was worth, it wasn’t her fault of course; it was just the way she was. Her new frame included a slightly larger pair of breasts, nearing the E Cup range and an even larger ass, which had become a bit more muscular. Her butt, well that was as massive as ever, the size of bowling balls, a couple of them pushing against the tight fabric co her blue jeans. Every bit of her ass’s curvature was shown with her blue jeans, which were stretched to their very limit, and that was before her farting. Christina would get new clothes every so often, sometimes because of her continuous growth and other times because of her massive farts, which practically destroyed some of her pants. Both assets would look humongous on a lesser sized female, but on Christina they were rather proportional to the rest of her body. Her E cups strained the fabric of the shirt she wore, but didn’t appear too top heavy for it to look ridiculous.

She towered over everyone and was a sight to behold at 7’6. Her cheerful face was a sight that comforted the people who knew her best. Her head was covered with long-flowing jet black hair that reached her shoulders. Sometimes she would wear it into a ponytail, but on this day she did not. Most people only reached the top of her breasts and few could get to her chin. She was already a giant in her own right and she could count one hand the number of females who were taller than her. On top of all that, she was now about 340 pounds in weight, giving the folded metal chair some trouble and her chest body had gotten a bit more muscular too. Her weight was massive, but again, the proportion was well-defined with a mix of muscles and fat that gave her a curvaceous appearance while giving her the strength of a powerhouse. But all that did not compare to her digestive system, which was the largest powerhouse of them all, it was a complicated machine that had been studied by several scientists and looked into very closely with little understanding of how it seemed to work. The bowels of this girl had been working on overdrive for years, giving her larger farts and more massive dumps and with a larger intake of food through the years with her growth, everything was heading up.

Megan sat three seats down from Christina as she had entered the contest in an attempt to challenge Christina. Ever since the previous Thanksgiving where Megan and her brother Tim had visited Christina and the two girls had gotten into a farting contest she has wanted to have her revenge against Christina. That Thanksgiving had left a bitter aftertaste in Megan’s mind about Christina and ever since she had been trying to boost up her gas much to the chagrin of both her brother and younger sister. Her brother, Tim, was a 20-year old college student studying gastrology at the University of California-Berkeley was Christina’s boyfriend, and the proud recipient of her gassy bowels. He stood there with great pride wearing a blue t-shirt and a pair of khaki jeans, trying to hide the massive erection he held in anticipation of the devastation his girlfriend would cause. At 5’6, the top of his brown haired head reached the mouth of his sister in height and the breasts of Christina; he had a great view of his girlfriend from several vantage points.

Tim also had a thing for farting; his sister had started him on it years ago as she had devastating farts for a girl her age. Actually, he had two younger sisters, the youngest of whom had EVEN worse gas than his sister and her farts were so foul that he could be killed from whiffing them. She would have wiped the floor clean of both Megan and Christina at this chili-eating contest, but a prior commitment kept her away, and she didn’t want to kill anyone that day. Yes, it was very weird what he would do, sniffing Megan’s farts, but once he discovered Christina when she came in for a visit to the labs at Berkeley last year to investigate her farts, he got hooked and the two became a couple. Tim would often get his face in between Christina’s butt cheeks and inhale her unholy farts out of her holy anus, getting a strong whiff of the power his girlfriend’s gas. For his whole life, there was nothing that could compare with his sister’s rancid and powerful farts, but then he met Christina and that whole perspective changed, at least publically.

She sat there with an empty stomach awaiting her first bowl of chili, wanting to regain a sense of honor for herself. Christina could only smile as she looked over at Megan; it was no contest who was going to win the chili-eating contest. Most of the participants were there just for the chili, they had heard enough about Christina and were willing to opt out of the contest early to avoid being on the receiving end of some of Christina’s farts, even a few gas masks had been offered to the judges in anticipation.


Tim looked on as his girlfriend sat there in her seat wearing a pair of extra tight blue jeans around her thick legs and large ass, along with a red and white striped shirt that was also tight around her chest. The chili came in different arrangements, but all kept some proportion of spices, cheese, onions, and beans, lots of beans. As the whistle was sounded Christina took her spoon and started devouring the creamy concoction of chili that was being brought up in front of her. In only three minutes, Christina had finished her first bowl of beans and was ready to start her second. In the next ten minutes the audience watched in amazement as Christina continued to gobble through her chili as if it were nothing. Fifteen minutes in and she was on her sixth bowl of chili, chugging it down with plenty of water, all those spices and beans were given her stomach quite an interesting challenge trying to digest the remnants of what she was giving in. Slowly, the other participants, who were starting to get full themselves, could hear the rumbling going on inside of her belly. It sounded like thunder as her stomach was pounding on the vast amounts of chili that it was processing. Soon, she would have to burst, but not as soon enough as Megan, who had just finished her fourth bowl of chili. As soon as she was done with it, she leaned her ass over in the direction of Christina and started letting loose a powerful fart of her own, shaking her seat and causing a stink on stage. PPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!

"Oh…..excuse me." Megan said with a cute voice as she felt the strong butt blast blow out from within her white panties and her blue cheerleader skirt. The raunchy smell of her digested beans filled the stage with an insane odor that caused the participants around her to gag and cough under the atrocious odor of her farts. Even though she was only the third worst farter in the world, her gas was still much stronger than most other people's. After two people were helped off stage, the contest was allowed to continue as Christina continued on her seventh bowl. Another fifteen minutes passed and Tim and a few other observers continued to watch as another two participants had left from full stomach. Megan was finishing up her sixth bowl of chili and Christina was now on her eleventh. Another loud popping noise could be heard as Megan let loose a strong ten-second blaster from her ass. BBBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPSSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTT!!!

Again, the unholy stench of her fart had flowed through the area and the judge was on his knees sweating from the atrocious odor that was radiating out of the 18-year old's skirted behind. Megan was waving the air around her as the smell of rotten eggs began to flow into her nostrils. These were two of her bigger farts that she's had for a while and she was quite proud of her creation, but Christina was less than impressed, it felt like someone was inside her stomach, poking their finger all around the exterior of her belly as the pain from the growing gas bubble continued to increase as her gas was building up, it was only a matter of time. Another fifteen minutes went by and Megan was done after eating nine bowls of chili, her stomach was at the max and she was getting ready to blow another one out. Christina was still working on her chili, now her twentieth bowl. She was already the winner of the contest, but she wanted to continue working on the chili. Since the stage was now vacated with the exception of the two girls, Megan had gotten up from her seat and started walking over to Christina. She pointed her skirted behind over toward Christina and started to unleash what was quite possibly her deadliest fart. PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt!!!!!

"Whoops…too much chili!" Megan giggled as she felt her extra-long SBD flow out of her ass and straight in Christina's direction. The smell of this fart was unbelievable; it stunk of a dozen rotten eggs all in the same place with an extra helping of shit. It flowed throughout the stage and made Christina tear a little as she started losing a little oxygen. Still, she breathed in the gassy odor and continued on eating her chili as if there was not much else. The power of the SBD had reached the other observers in the audience and all of them but Tim were impressed by the power of the fart that Megan had released. It was another ten minutes as Christina wrapped up her 21st, 22nd, and 23rd bowls of chili. She wasn't completely finished, but she felt it was now her turn to let loose a fart from her butt canon. Megan had sat back down in her seat as she soaked in the killer SBD that she had laid. Christina then pointed her tight blue-jean covered ass in her direction and started to grunt as she felt her sphincter open up. PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!

It sounded like a whoopee cushion going off, only if the whoopee cushion was ten feet in diameter and being released by a dozen people however. The sound was strong enough to vibrate all the chairs on the stage and blow a powerful yellow wind in Megan's direction. The smell was out of this world, of course it would be for Christina, but this was rather impressive even for her standards. The smell of onions, cheese and beans filled the air as Christina pushed out this 30-second fart. The smell was powerful enough to burn up the nostrils of both Christina and Megan and both started to cough from the deadly odor that was emitting itself from Christina's bottom. But it was the ever-growing power of the fart that did Megan in. As the fart was being released, it grew stronger and its coverage expanded to include not just the stage but the area surrounding it. Soon, Megan had breathed in too much of the sulfur and the methane that she couldn't take in anymore. She fell to the stage as Christina started to pinch her nose from the atrocious odor of her fart.

"Ewww…I didn't think it would be that bad!" Christina said out as she looked at the only other person still standing in the audience, Tim.

"What did you think would happen when you ate 20 bowls of chili?"

"Correction, it will be more than 20 bowls, I'm still a little hungry, I'm going to eat your sister's bowl and see if I can get myself a little more before we wrap up here. I'll let your sister hang around here on the floor for a little….jeez it reeks up here. I mean…damn that was horrible!" Christina said as she walked over to Megan's half-empty bowl of chili and started to finish it. In addition, she ate a few more bowls, equating out to 30 bowls of chili, a new personal record for her, it would almost most likely lead to a personal record of farts too. But for now she didn't release any other farts there at the stage, but she didn't have to, despite the cool breezes coming off the ocean the hang time of the fart was still impressive and it hung over the area for about 30 minutes, allowing Christina to bask in the warmth of her potent fart.

"Too much chili…Megan you know nothing about 'too much chili." Christina said as she finished her 30th bowl of the chili while standing over Megan's still lifeless body. Her stomach was bubbling even more as it continued to process the chili, this would be a very long afternoon.

Following the contest, Megan had gotten back her consciences as the three made it back to Section 26, which was a part of the CIA's operations on the West Coast of the United States. Christina had spent all of her life in the underground complex beneath Telegraph Hill in San Francisco with her parents, who were both agents of Section 26, working under the authority of Captain Frank Parker. Christina's mother was killed when she was eight during a mission and her father Bill and Parker took over as the two who looked after the budding Christina. Christina, Tim and Megan rode down the elevator that linked a house, which served as the secret entrance to the complex, with the underground complex itself, which sprawled a ways in each direction. The complex, which was originally a military base during World War II, in the event that the Japanese would have invaded San Fran, was converted to Section 26's needs in the 1980s where Bill was among the first agents. With that privilege, he was able to have his daughter live with him. As they descended, there was a loud rumbling noise that crested into great blast that could originate from only one person. BBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!

A bright yellow fog enveloped the elevator car in only a second as Christina had torn open her asshole with a brand-new, 15-second devious blast of chili bean-infested flatulence. The strong noise had rattled the eardrums of both Tim and Megan as they gagged from the powerful stench that filled the car in the same record time. Christina laughed up above the heads of her boyfriend and his sister as the elevator reached the bottom and opened up. Megan ran out as quickly as she could as she tried to get some fresher air, Tim could only look up at his bubbling girlfriend with pride and admiration.

"That was awesome." Tim said in a subdued voice as the two got off the elevator with a wave of her yellow beany gas flowing out and into the hallway. The Section 26 fumigators turned on the spot and began to filter the gas through a system that cleaned the air. Of course, as with most things that involved Christina's flatulence, it wasn't enough. Luckily, this was the federal government, so funding was made available that secured equipment that would handle Christina's gas. Her farts were severe enough to ensue several safeguards for the other agents who lived in the complex, and occasionally Christina herself. Sure, when the fumigators were devised two years ago, they were enough to handle Christina's superior farts, but as she has grown up, the potency of her gas had quadrupled, which meant that while the fumigators worked, the powerful stench of her farts was still heavy, and worse, with the fumigators on full blast, the deadliest of Christina's farts would smell as bad as Megan's on a bad day without the fumigators. Christina could only giggle as she saw her creation spread out through the interior hallway of the underground complex. Christina's gas had the unique ability to spread and conquer new air in the vicinity of her own gas. This gave her farts an extra boost of their already prolonged hang times. Rooms would often stink for hours after a single gastric explosion from Christina's bowels.

"I love you Timmy." Christina said as she lowered her head and kissed her boyfriend, giving them a pure moment of love. Just the thought of this beautiful girl's breasts in front of Tim was enough to give any sane guy a boner, but the potent stench of Christina's gas made it much better.

"I love you too Christina…my love, my sweet, with your farts as strong as ever." Tim said as he took in another whiff of Christina's potent butt blasts.

"Oh yeah…and just think, they are gonna be bad for a good while…after last year's contest I had broken most of my former records, up to that point of course, and took a nice Class 4 shit…the way my stomach's growling with all that extra chili inside, the toilet may not be able to handle what I got for it this time." Christina laughed as she walked off toward Megan, trying to get her back so that she didn't wander off too much. And Christina was right…after last year's contest; she farted a then-record 135 times that day with farts that regularly crossed 70 on the CFI scale. Section 26 was evacuated for a few hours as Christina cleared out the complex and then preceded with a monster-sized Class 4 dump. Her dumps were things of legends, even with the larger modified toilets that Section 26 had installed for Christina's own private bathrooms, she was clogging up the toilets at the tune of one to two times a week, it would take a special maintenance crew, paid hazardly, to clean up the mess.

After checking the various rooms of the complex, she found Megan inside the Research and Development room. The R&D department had been behind many of the innovations that made life bearable for those in Section 26 with Christina's gas. With the science-lab looking room that had various gadgets and formulas, they had a whole section of the room that was devoted to dealing with Christina's gas. Of course, the one formula they couldn't create, or hadn't been able to create, was the most important, the one that would get rid of her gas. Her digestive system was just too powerful for anti-gas medication to even work, even in large quantities. She had drunk an entire vial of Gas-X before, and then proceeded to rip a strong, vibrating, stinky fart afterwards with no effect. As Christina saw Megan inside, she could already gather what she was doing.

"You're not going to find it." Christina asserted as Megan looked back and saw Christina standing there as menacing as possible with her hands over her hips.

"Find what?" Megan said with a false sense of truthfulness.

"My gas is produced from within…it's all natural, it's all me. There is nothing there that makes it worse." Christina said as she saw the look on Megan's face, her motive had been caught.

"I thought there was something in here that would amplify your farts…." Megan said, referring to the often-mentioned formula that did enhance Christina's farts at times, but there was one important detail.

"Yeah…my farts. The formula would go through you with no effect, while for me…well…let's just say that this would smell even worse." Christina said with a laugh as Megan looked on with curiosity. PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!!!! Megan could hear what sounded like air coming out of a balloon, which crescendoed into a hissing noise that burned Christina's panties as a torrent of gas blew out of her ass and inflated the seat of her pants while the gas particles awaited in turns to leave through the seams of her blue pants. There was too much gas to leave at once, the particles had to wait, this chili-induced gas was going to be epic!

"Oh God!" Megan said in horror as she placed her hands over her mouth and began to breathe in the raunchy stench from the 15-second SBD that Christina had produced. Another plume of yellow gas began to circle around the room as Megan gagged to the stench that was coming from Christina. Each one of Christina's farts, only three since the chili-eating contest, with many still on the way, was leagues ahead of Megan's worst, but enough about that, this fart was a flesh-eater. Even Christina was dismayed by the dread that hung over with the pungent odor of her fart. It reeked of raw rotten eggs that had the digested bean and onion aftertaste with it. The fart cleared the room out in only seconds as it was being pushed out with a fiery passion out of Christina's behind. Megan coughed as she tried to muscle her way through putting up with the fart. She looked over at the vial with the brown liquid in it, which held the formula that enhanced her farts. Next to it, she saw another vial with a pink liquid in it, she wondered about it.

"What's in there?" Megan asked as she tried to wave the yellow fog around her, holding her hand over her mouth and nose and protest. Christina, without coughing or holding anything up to her face, walked over to the liquid and looked at it with curiosity, she had never seen it before.

"Maybe it's the next stage in farting, I had been told that they were producing something that could be used in even worst conditions, perhaps something that could be used for terrorist purposes. I hear the CIA has been talking with Parker about using me to gas out some caves overseas, or something like that." Christina said with a giggle as she thought about that thought. True enough, her gas had been classified as a biological weapon in some respect, the first humanly-produced weapon in existence. There had been talks of investigating the bowels of the 19-year old to discover what made the digestive process so fierce and the aftereffects so severe. In experiment was conducted last year where three scientists and Bill were shrunk using magic inside the anus of Christina to investigate her farts from a much closer vantage point, with devices and recording instruments that helped in the study, but more on that later. The experiment would prove fatal for one of the scientists and near-fatal for Bill. Circumstances arose during that experiment that left Bill unprotected from the worst of Christina's farts while shrunk within her ass and he became dependent on the farts afterwards. His lungs were physically altered so that he had to breathe in a fart from Christina up to every four hours constantly or his lungs would stop functioning. Largely for this reason, Christina's farting was kept at its peak condition afterwards, to keep Bill alive, who could only breathe in the flatulence from his daughter.

"It would certainly work…but why use something even more potent than what you have already. Isn't that overkill?"

"Yeah I guess so, but not when you really want your enemies dead…I suppose this could make my farts truly deadly. They are only somewhat deadly, and only after eating beans for seven days could I produce a real fart, without any help, that can kill, and it's not likely I will eat that many beans again…" Christina said as she felt another rumble in her stomach. She thought about releasing that fart, but decided to keep it in a little more to allow it to ferment in her stomach even more.

"What…you gotta fart again?" Megan asked as she started to think about those two potions on the table. They wouldn't do much for her, or at least Christina claimed, but maybe she could still use them to her advantage.

"Why don't you drink both of those?" Megan said to Christina who looked at her with a WTF look. Indeed, what was Megan thinking?

"I'm in a more friendly mood…with all that chili you ate, and with the original farting potion, and the second farting potion, let's see how bad your farts can really get." Megan said with a sly smile on her face, Christina still wasn't sure whether or not to believe her.

"You gotta be serious…a few minutes ago; you were looking for ways to make your farts worse…now you want me to make my farts worse?"

"That's right." Megan said with conviction. Of course, this was Megan we were talking about; she had another purpose behind her idea. She was going to leave Section 26 and head back home and leave Christina with Tim. Her hope was that Christina could produce a strong enough fart to kill both herself and her brother, or at least Christina; she wasn't keen on killing her brother as she hoped that he would leave. These ideas were still random and she had to think it through a little more, but there wasn't time for that. However, if Christina were to gas herself to death with uber-powerful farts, then she could work on getting back at Tim.

"You want me to…down both of those vials, right?"

"Duh…yes, how many times do I have to tell you, drink both of them…let's see how bad you can get, you know you want to." Megan had stroked the fires of Christina's curiosity. Christina did want to push the envelope further and further, it was just a part of who she was. She loved her massive farts and the effects they had on people. She didn't want to impact people for a long period of time, but every now and then she loved to inflict her raunchy butt blasts at others, just to show her power. She already had the size of one of the most powerful and tallest females in the world, and her farting just added to that power. She looked at both of those vials with her brown eyes and the fates of all changed forever in an instant, she agreed to Megan's proposal.

"Alright Megan…I'll drink both, and then you better get away." Christina said with a smile, just knowing how strong her farts were about to become. Megan smiled just as well, as she saw her plan coming to fruition. Christina first took the brown vial and downed it a couple of seconds. Already, she could feel the chemical breaking down within her, adding what was considered an insane amount of new bacteria that would break down her chili even more and give her far more potent gas. She then looked at the pink liquid, thinking that it was this super-fart drug and she opened her mouth and began to sallow the substance down. It tasted very much like Pepto-Bismol, and it had a similar composition and color. As the liquid poured down her throat, she felt a bit funny, at which point she looked over at Megan who was smiling with her eyes beaming with pride, Christina had felt like she had been tricked.

"You bitch…you think that giving me anti-gas medicine is going to help….whoa….I'm not feeling to well…" Christina said as she placed her left hand on the table to balance herself, she was starting to feel funny. She felt the digestive juices within her stomach gargle as a rush of gas started to push to her anus. She lifted her right leg up slightly off the ground and bended it out backwards as she grunted with the immense feeling of pain she suddenly had. Megan knew that she had unleashed the beast of Christina's gas and she started to back away as Christina struggled to fight the gas from within her. In the next few seconds, scores of gas met up at her anus and she felt the need to pass gas, major gas.

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A terrible fart, in terms of its size and power and stench roared its way out through Christina's tight blue jeans as she started to feel relief as she released this monster, 30-second blaster out from her ass into the still flatulent-laden room. The various vials and glasses on the table next to her started to vibrate as the fart had the power of a median-sized earthquake; it was a powerful fart which had enough of a strong noise to momentarily make Megan deaf. Green, Christina-produced fart gas started to pour out of her ass with a toxic odor that had brought Megan to her knees on the ground, complaining about the stench. It was as if a large pile of rotten eggs had been set on fire in that room, allowed to simmer in a scorching heat that allowed the foul smells to float freely around the room, and the complex as it were. Even Tim, in the bedroom waiting for Christina had thought that Christina was unleashing her dump on the toilet now. The whole of the complex started to smell like the toilet bowl that Christina was using. Christina gagged profoundly as the smell was overtaking her and her eyes were watering and she was sweating from the rapid rise in temperature. Megan had already collapsed on the floor for a lack of oxygen as the fart was dying down to its final sputter. It was a grand fart, easily in Christina's Top-10 of all time, and given that the Top 50 farts on Earth had been produced by her, that was an accomplishment. As the fart was finished, she started to breathe a sigh of relief as she tried to comprehend the massive fart she had just cut. She looked around and saw green and yellow gas floating about the air with a terrible density.

"That chili is gonna kill me…but it looks like Megan has suffered for her mistake…should of have told her that Pepto does nothing for my body, let's see if Tim is okay….whoa….what the…." Christina fell to the floor and started to clutch her stomach as it was in pain again, she was feeling more gas coming, but there was another feeling going on within her, something she couldn't describe, since she had never had it before. As she breathed in more of her devious gas, she began to get disoriented, a bit off-balanced as the pain that was inflicting her radiated throughout her entire body. As it has been stated, there was no way of knowing what she was feeling or what was going on, maybe Megan knew something else about that pink liquid, or maybe she knew nothing about it. All that changed as Christina closed her eyes for a brief second and felt the pain going away, then she started to feel the touch of concrete, glass, wood and air as her body was doing something very radical, something she had been familiar with but not on this scale, she was growing.