The Farting Giantess - Part 6

It became clear over the next day that Christina was going to be willing to exert her domain over the area. A news helicopter hovered over the stadium, which was cleared out with the exception of a support staff to help Christina. She would use the jumbotrons there at Candlestick Park to play an assortment of videogames, with the help of Silicon Valley’s finest and she enjoyed TV programs as well. Captain Parker, Bill and Tim all made visits regularly to keep Christina entertained. While at times she felt as if she were a kept creature she knew very well that she could get up and walk around as soon as she wanted. The military however was keeping a close perimeter around. But the stench from Christina’s continuous gas was enough to keep them out from the parking lot. There might have been five people on the planet who could survive walking the parking lot from the perimeter to the stadium to see Christina and despite the stadium’s reputation as a cool place; it was pretty warm around there with all that stinky gas hovering over.

“Roughly 24 hours after the crisis in San Francisco began and no one is still sure about how to handle the young woman named Christina Lopez. Here we see what looks like your ordinary teenager playing video games on the TV screens at the football stadium that is home to the 49ers. All around in Hunters Point, a green fog of flatulence hangs over as the unique topography and climate of this area has carried the stench over large swaths of eastern San Francisco. This morning what would normally be a regular fog is the fog of an extremely gassy giant girl. People hanging around the city today report ghastly conditions on the streets as the smell has continued to hang around, like a paper mill that has set up shop in the city. Reports of the smell are numerous in East Bay communities from Oakland south all the way toward Hayward and further east up against the mountains. Heavy Gas Advisories, a first of its kind designation are being issued for San Francisco County, San Mateo County and Alameda County. Residents in these counties are highly urged to expect more of this smelly gas, smelling of rotten eggs and sewage and are prompted to evacuate as soon as they can. Meanwhile, we see here in the parking lot what looks like a sea of white a food preparers create something.”

“Oohhhh…burritos. Bean burritos I hope.” Christina said licking her lips as she looked outside the stadium and saw what was going on. She sat back down as her stomach grumbled. Since her morning breakfast of cereal, more than 1,000 boxes worth of cereal, she had gassed the joint out about 15 times. Still, while wearing new biohazard suits, a crew of nearly 50 people worked to prepare what appeared to be ten jumbo-sized bean burritos, with another bowl of broccoli, about enough broccoli to feed every person in a town of 10,000. Coca-Cola was bringing in tanker trucks full of its drink, already ready to get a little advertisement for a parched giantess. Christina was more than adequate for the food being prepared but even she wondered along with her father about how much food would be needed to keep her alive.  

“We may need to find another place for you, one with better access to food, the Central Valley for instance.”

“That place already has a bad air pollution problem.” Captain Parker interjected.

“If Christina continues to grow, there may not be too many places in California where she can stay without causing nonstop pollution issues. Like it or not, my gigantic daughter has a controlling interest in the affairs of this region and as long as she is being fed, that’s going to continue.” He said as he felt his daughter shake the ground as she moved her butt a little. Even without her flatulence, her butt was more than able to cause problems. He looked up at his daughter’s face for a moment as he saw a bit of happiness in her eyes. Something was up and she knew it. A staffer came in and alerted Parker of two important developments. First, a media crew was wanting access to interview the giantess that afternoon after lunch, a bad idea Parker felt but perhaps alright in order for Christina to demonstrate her “power,” and second and most importantly, word about a break-in at Section 26 (not too hard considering the damage all around) with several vials missing from the R&D department. Parker and Bill looked at each other as they thought of the possible ramifications of that.

“Have we heard back from Megan?” Parker asked.

“She was left on some building in the area yesterday; I haven’t heard from her, I wanted to head back into the city to find her.” Tim said, figuring he probably owes that much to his family. Parker advised against it for the moment and issued Section 26 to send crews out, those that were still bunkered down in the complex and elsewhere in the city to look for Megan as they continued to coordinate efforts to evacuate all of San Francisco. Another later and it was time for Christina to eat her lunch.

Turned out there were 14 bean burritos, about 20 feet long each with a width of five feet, all filled with about a ton of ground beef each and up to 20 tons of beans. The broccoli came in a drum similar to the one from yesterday. She was given a converted water tank from a rooftop to serve as a cup as it was filled with Coke, being pumped into the tank. Over the course of the next half hour the workers watched in utter awe as this gigantic 19-year old ate the food it had taken them all morning to prepare, eating through it like it was being given to her at a local Taco Bell. She was given more food for that meal than in a Mexican restaurant for an entire week, all for a big girl’s lunch.

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“Delicious.” Christina said as she waved the air full of her noxious belch. She giggled as she saw the people around her hold their noses underneath their shirts. She was amazed to see their discomfort for a burp; it was only a matter of time before she being letting out farts...big farts.

An hour had passed before a group of 20 reporters and government officials had gathered in roughly the same location as the previous night. Christina was lying down across the football field, which had sunken into the ground several feet. But there was something amidst that was starting to become noticeable. She was lying with her head on her hands with her elbows pressing further into the ground. Her breasts too were making impressive indentations into the ground, but then again they weighed 300 tons each. Her feet too were pushing down into the ground as they were pushing the outer wall past the opposite end zone and that was the remarkable thing, she stretched her body across the length of the entire end zone, a good 100 yards or 300 feet. On the side of the football field closest to Christina’s head, resting at the other end zone, her ass rose some 40 feet up from the ground, as juicy and bodacious and still within those blue jeans, now on her body for more than 24 hours. It wasn’t just the smell of her farts that her hurting the people, it was the smell of all those farts on her worn out jeans and underwear.

“Can you tell us how your lunch was?” One reporter asked.

“Do you feel any different from last night?” Another asked.

“Do you have to fart?” A third asked, getting wierded-out looks from the rest of the press corp. She laughed loud and hard as she thought about each question.

“My lunch was okay, but my appetite is big and I expect even more for
dinner, so I hope my crew is working on that. As for me feeling any different, I am. I am bigger than I was. I’ve been feeling it; I’m slowly getting bigger and bigger. Much taller, bigger butt, breasts, everything. Last night when I went to sleep, I only covered two-third of this football field, now I can lie across it and by tonight I bet I can rest with my feet in one part of the stands with my head in the other. As for the third question…..” She trailed off as she began to give a big smile at the crowd. They at first were wondering what it was she was doing, but it became obvious. It was a rushing sound, like a strong wind, blowing upward from her jeans in a green stream of gas, an SBD.
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For about a full minute a plume of green gas floated upward out from the confines of Christina’s ass like a mushroom cloud from a nuclear bomb. A nuke actually would be a pretty good way to describe the silent and deadly gas’s way of filling up the football stadium. The gas, smelling of two millions tons of sewage, rotten eggs and burning tires, combined, filled the stadium with enough of a punch to produce a 200-mile per hour wind that blew around the stadium and knocked the press corps down with the gas’s power. At first, just the rotten stench was making life very uncomfortable for them, but soon the wave of gassy destruction was on and for Christina the confines of the stadium were only the beginning. The wind swirled around the concourses and outwards from the stadium and all throughout the region. The gas was pushed upwards into the air to the point that birds flying directing over the stadium were killed from the pungency of the gas. Airplanes trying to fly out of nearby San Francisco International Airport were getting turbulence from the sudden change in wind as the gas produced a wind that blew up to 100 miles per hour for a two-mile radius from the site.

The SBD fart gas moved its way up the streets of the Bayview neighborhood and westward across US 101 and I-280, creating an apocalyptic view of a green fog traveling about 20 feet above the highways with the leaves being blown off the trees from the winds. The damage was done within about a two-mile radius of the area, the equivalent to Christina of a Section 26-clearing fart. Litter and dead birds filled the streets as the gas started to settle down into the neighborhoods, this was a Christina bedroom fart that would remain for some time only this time her bedroom was the very-likely-no-longer-the-home of the San Francisco 49ers. Waving the air around her butt Christina laughed like there was nothing else at the power of her fart. At her new size her gas was having no bounds, but the rumbling in her stomach was telling her that there was much more to come.
“I think that answers your question about my fart…I think I can do worse.” She said laughing as Bill and Tim walked out from the press box, their current location in the stadium. Even though the windows were blown out and gas filling every part of their body, they had survived the gas’s power pretty well. Parker on the other hand was knocked out for what would be about ten minutes. Her father and boyfriend walked down the stairs in the vacant stadium as the sound of gas hovering over was the only noise for a few moments. Christina then turned her head over toward her father and asked him about how bad her fart was. Taking out his blow horn he answered.

“A real blue-ribbon winner Chrissy. Stunk up half the city with that one I’d imagine.”

“Good, because those bean burritos are really making my stomach hurt, I’m feeling some real funky gas brewing in there.”

“Hey Christina!” Tim shouted as he was more than pleased to see his girlfriend’s face look upon him again. She smiled as she acknowledged Tim there with her father.

“Can I climb up your butt?” Tim asked as Christina let out a belly laugh that almost shook the walls of the stadium. She couldn’t believe Tim’s insistence on that, especially after what had happened yesterday with him in her back pocket. But she was more than willing to let Tim enjoy his fantasy, his obvious love for her and his love for farts.

“Sure thing Timmy, just beware, I’m going to have to let one rip soon.” She said giggling as she pulled up the jumbotrons and started to play another video game while she laid there on the bed with her butt facing up in the air. For Tim, it was a repeat of the first time he got to experience a Christina fart up close and personal, only this time it was a much better experience. He finally got onto the field and started to make the short walk onto the field up to his girlfriend’s daunting ass. It rose up more than 50 feet into the air, incased in blue jeans that appeared as if they had gone through war. He could make out the individual stitches of the jeans and find a bit of a path to climb up toward the top of his girlfriend’s ass, but for a fart enthusiast it was worth it. The chance to climb to the top of a flatulent giantess’ ass. It was worth it even for death.

The climb, which actually wasn’t as daunting as he first thought, first involved climbing at an angle to follow the curvature of her buttock up from the ground. It was like scaling a gigantic globe starting in Antarctica and working your way up South America. He would grab a hold of a piece of her jeans and hold on to dear life as he tried to take in the foul stench. It smelled of burning sulfur all around her jeans. He had experienced plenty of Christina’s residual gas, the gas that would hover around well after a fart was released, but to experience it in real life was something else entirely. The cloth from the jeans felt like they had been in a dryer and were probably about 100 degrees. The air around Tim was simply foul, heavy in gas and very light in clean air, it was worse than any industrial complex in the history of the world, and then he could hear the rumblings from Christina’s stomach. But perhaps the most unique part was just how firm her buttock was. His foot never dug into her skin at all and it was almost like walking on the ground, but it was still a nice and smooth female buttock.

The whole climb took only three minutes, a five and a half foot guy plus a 50-foot high buttock doesn’t make the most strenuous climb. But the reward was worth it as far as his love for Christina was concerned. The first time he was head first into Christina’s ass her cheeks were surrounding his body, creating a tall wall of womanly flesh that stunk of the worst gases imaginable and now he had climbed the wall. Quite high in terms of his altitude at the football city, he was higher up on Christina’s ass than a person standing on top of a five-story building. He was on the left buttcheeks and walked on the fabric of her jeans. It felt a little different walking on the surface of the jeans as he quickly worked himself down to the butt crack. “The white threads of the jeans looked like lanes on a highway as he continued to smell the residual gas of Christina’s last SBD. Most likely most people would have collapsed if they were walking where he was; he was in a unique zone that few people could even tolerate. Even on a less-gassy female the smells surrounding his senses would have likely still detected the scent of dried up shit and female fart gas. A woman’s gas did smell worse than a man’s fart he had found out through research. But with Christina all bets were off, the gas hovered around the area like a fog of vapors smelling of all the best descriptors of rotten and foul. After a one-minute stroll he had found himself in the crack, about ten feet down from where he was on top of the butt cheek, he was at the point where the jean ceased to descend any further. A deep and cavernous butt crack laid below, leading to Christina’s holiest of holies, but this was far enough, even for a person like Christina.

Christina went back to playing her video game and over the course of just a few minutes had forgotten all about Tim. It wasn’t because of any animosity toward the little guy it was just because…well he was little. A girl at her size didn’t need to worry about little people anymore; they were nothing to all, all of them. Bill had watched closely as Tim continue to move around the jean-encased behind of his gigantic daughter as Christina played her video games for another few minutes. The rumbling sensation in her stomach was making it very clear that she was about to let one rip and when the gases from the initial blast of Christina’s fart started to travel upward from the crack, Tim knew that it was time to vacate the premises. He started to climb up the strands of the jeans that surround her left buttock but found that his hurried rush was not helpful. The gas started to steam upwards like a vent and Tim found himself in a fog of eggy gas stink that only his girlfriend could create. It was the epitome of the Christina Fart Smell and she hadn’t let it rip yet. But without her worrying at all about anything else, she took a pause from her video game to push her gigantic muscles and push out a massive, bubbly fart.

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At a size of 300 feet with an ass that was 50 feet in diameter, any big fart from Christina was going to be gigantic, but this one really shook people’s abilities to comprehend the kind of flatus that was passing out from Christina’s ass. For a full minute, the entire stadium shook as Christina showed what kind of fart she could let rip when it was loud. It felt like the big one had occurred at the stadium as cracks were forming in parts of the structure, nothing bad enough yet but a clear sign that the stadium wasn’t going to last much longer with Christina at her size. The sound was deafening beyond belief, creating a sound that no atomic bomb could produce. It was like a nuclear devise going off at the stadium without the nasty aftereffects of nuclear radiation. Winds blew across the parking lot, taking out vehicles, people and supplies that had helped in the production of this toxic, power gas. And that was just from the girl lying down on the football field in the stadium. Needless to say, seats flew out of their fastened positions and grass and dirt swirled around from the blast of the fart. The actual gas blew mostly upwards but the vibration of the gas did the rest within the stadium. The last fart had strength because of its silence, which produced a wicked smell that took out everything in a two-mile radius. This one had the same effect, but the sound meant that it could be heard for nearly a 30-mile radius. People from Marin County to San Jose and east past Oakland could all hear the rupture of gas that was being released from the gigantic asshole of this titanic 19-year old. And Tim was located at Ground Zero.

He felt the entire region around him, still in the jean-covered region of her butt crack, warm up past 100 degrees for a split second before her asshole opened with the most ear-splitting sound ever produced by a human. To say that this fart was loud was an understatement; Tim was going to be deaf for several hours after this one. His hearing would return, but it would only come back slowly. His sense of smell though, already damaged, was further destroyed by the burning hot eggy stench of the Christina Fart Smell that was as utterly repulsive as possible. The fart finally began with a superheated blast of foul wind that traveled at 200 miles per hour out from her asshole and through her jeans and pushed his body high up in the air, so high that he could see the entire city for a brief moment as the gas bellowed upwards from her anus in a similar looking mushroom cloud as before. In fact, the cloud was probably bigger, with the top of the cloud stretching for one mile in all directions from Candlestick Park. The hills to the west continued to channel the actual gas cloud in certain directions, affecting the low-lying areas near Candlestick but the stench traveled up and down the eastern shoreline of the San Francisco peninsula. Folks from the airport to the Embarcadero could smell the gas and anyone within one mile of Candlestick would be knocked out from the stench.

“Phew that one was a nice one!” Christina said laughing as she felt the heat brush against her ass, another well done fart, one that could also clear out the stadium. She decided to get up from her lying down position and reposition herself so that she was sitting down with her gigantic butt over the south side of the football field and her legs stretched across the rest of the field with her shoes touching the goal posts, her tennis shoes rising over the posts themselves. She sat there on the field as she took in a whiff of her gassy creation. Never had she been more proud of her gassiness than right now. Tim had landed almost a half mile away in an industrial park near the shoreline in Hunter’s Point as he could still smell the rotten stench of his gigantic girlfriend’s farts. That smell was about to get worse. Putting her hands on the field she lifted her left butt cheek just a little and pushed out three enormous, by her standard, farts.

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These three farts were about if not bigger than her previous big blaster and the effects were shown, but there was something scary going on during the farting, Christina started to grow even more, probably another 100 feet just as she pushed out tons and tons of flatus into the atmosphere while continuing to destroy parts of Candlestick Park. When she started out she felt her butt consume everything from the 25 yard line to the end zone, but by the time she was finished it was covering half the football field with her feet pushing against the northern part of the stadium. The farts created an earthquake unlike any that had ever been seen in that city. Gas flowed out of her ass at such a force that most of the seats in the stadium that weren’t ripped apart were done so here, there was almost nothing salvageable in the stadium including her jumbotrons, which was growing smaller than a tablet now at her size. She laughed as she waved the air in long strokes from behind her much-larger behind. Her body now rose higher out from the stadium as she was able to survey the land around her, smoldering in the smelly gas of another nuclear bomb-like explosion.

“Those were some good bean burritos alright…though they’re making my stomach feel awfully busy right now.” She giggled as she continued to wave the air. She positioned her body so that her butt was a little further up onto the stands. In the matter of seconds, continuing growth forced her butt to occupy the entire southern end of the seating bowl of the stadium. She crushed into the concrete which was barely holding up. The ground where the football field stood consisted of brown grass and big craters throughout where she had been sitting and lying down. She placed her left hand on top of her left leg and leaned to the right so that she was facing the bay. Pushing her right hand into more of the stands she tried to get comfortable as she felt more pain and pressure building within her. Looking around she had seen one man get up from the stands and run through the concourses as he had wanted nothing to do with what was about to happen. It was Bill naturally and he was heading out of the stadium and running across the parking lot of the football stadium across a decimated area with dozens of knocked out people and equipment scattered all about. He ran up to a black armed SWAT team-like van that carried the CIA’s logo. Running in he quickly alerted to Captain Parker to get away from the sight. They could hear Christina grunt again as she tried to quell away her discomfort, but it was doing her no good, those burritos were now giving her painful gas and she wanted it out immediately. But one more fart might tear up the stadium….”

“Too late.” She thought as she pushed out of her ass an unbelievably wet and stinky fart, another minute-long power blast of catastrophic proportions, she destroyed the southwest corner of Candlestick Park with this latest blast.

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The outer walls of the stadium buckled under the intense heat and winds of the fart and within about 15 seconds of the gastric explosion collapsed altogether in the southwest corner. Christina’s ass, getting even bigger, was pushing forth a dynamite-like blast of flatulence so severe the entire western half of the stadium was at risk of being destroyed. The fart blasted the region with a quake so severe it created cracks in the parking lot and caused signs to fall off their gantries along the nearby I-280 freeway. Trees were ripped from their roots and flew all around in a direction toward the west where a cloud of dust and gas blew westward for a couple of miles in a blast that could be seen throughout the city. From Downtown San Francisco, what remained anyway of it, the gas could be seen bellowing out in a way not seen before. Even Christina’s gas in the city the previous day had no match for the kind of gas being released now.
Though it was an understatement at this point to call any of Christina’s farts a normal one, this one was extra juicy and bubbly; creating a vibrating motion through her buttocks that could permanently deafen someone. Bubbles larger than several cars were being released in her butt crack as it became aware that her fart was becoming a little wet. The area around her jeans didn’t get completely soaked, but they were dewing up. And there was a thick, noxious wave of gas, smelling unlike anything beyond the original SBD earlier in the afternoon, that flowed out of her butt. It was a wave of gastric stink that only Christina could produce and it was being released throughout the region, climbing up the hills that surrounded the stadium and climbing over anything and everything, knocking out even more people and killing off a few animals. Trees were being blown away from the wretched stink that smelled like sulfur and crap and increased the emissions of greenhouse gases by more than ten times in just the southeastern corner of the city.

The last ten seconds of the powerful blast gave Christina all the indication she needed, it continued to turn out wet as ass juices from the fart began to pond there on a section of the devastated football field. It was merely the sweat and watery juices from her behind, but another blast like that and she would have soiled herself. As the fart was finished off her eyes lit up as she realized what had to be done.

“I need to go now!” She said to herself as she forced the earth to move even more as she finally started to stand up from her position and it became very clear that her growth had continued since she had arrived in the stadium. The top of the stadium was now about at her knee as her butt had gone up even higher in elevation, to the height of some of the nearby hills. She thought she might have been 500 feet in height, but it very well could have been higher. She scanned the parking lot and knew that it was a quick trip over to the bay, an ecological preserve that many have wanted to preserve for some time, was about to become her toilet. And when you are a 500-foot 19-year old giantess with the bowels to destroy a normal-sized toilet and gases to keep everyone at bay, anything gets to become your toilet. She quickly stepped over the eastern edge of the football stadium and made her way east over to the ocean. The black Section 26 van started backing away to give Christina plenty of room as she proceeded to undo her pants and hike down her gigantic panties, leaving both of them in a huge pile, creating craters of their own at the southeastern end of the stadium. Both items weighed many tons and covered a space as large as the stadium’s footprint and rising many feet above the ground, and that was just a pile of her clothes. She then moved herself just off the coast by the parking lot and extended her now exposed ass over the edge of the water. Parker and Bill braced themselves for what was about to happen. She began grunting and soon was ready to let loose with another wet and juicy fart.

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Her ass hovered around 250 feet above the bay’s edge, with her ass hanging 50 feet off shore of the bay. Up her long legs bits of crap juice were already running down from her previously wet fart. This latest blast of gas was no better and it finished off with the beginning of a dump unseen in this world. Bits of crap, the size of boulders started to fly out of her geyser-like ass and into the bay, creating hundreds of ripples in the water. Boats nearby were experiencing turbulence from the rocking waves. These boaters had been curious by the gigantic Hispanic teenager but were quickly realizing the error of their ways. The first release of fecal material into the bay was more of a downpour over the region than anything else. Candlestick Point was a State Park, but not anymore after this first initial blast of gas.

After feeling only a slight bit of relief, it was time for her to really cut some logs and out of her exposed anus, against the warming air of her gas hovering over the area, those boaters that were a little too close saw something extraordinary, a piece of crap that was massive, utterly massive, bigger than any of those in Union Square the previous day. It snaked out of her anus and slowly fell to the surface of the water, and once it slammed into the water it was a tidal wave unlike anything seen before. The piece of crap was roughly 70 feet in length and 20 feet in width and weighed a thousand tons. All of that crap going into the water displaced it so much that water immediately started to flood the parking lot and low-lying areas for a short distance. Out of the shallow water was a mountain of girl poop, smelling of the foulest waste material every produced. And when there was another grumbling sound they knew that it was only the first of several pieces like that.

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Another wet fart and another massive log, as big as the first came oozing out of Christina’s ass. The waters in the entire western half of San Francisco Bay were feeling this. Fish were being killed off by the thousands from the sudden change in water composition from Christina’s waste. Sulfur counts rose exponentially and the once environmental paradise that the bay may have been was quickly going away. The water continued to pile onto the parking lot and the water was not-to-different from any traveling through a sewer system, the muckiest, stinkiest and most deadly kind of water ever produced. And that’s when Captain Parker heard the news; it came over the radio in his van, reports of something unreal, something unbelievable.
“Never mind that shit, let’s head for higher ground!” One of the agents in the van insisted as they saw flood waters continue to move up onto the parking lot. The entirety of Candlestick Point was now covered in human excrement as Christina laughed at the plight of the boaters nearby. Needless to say, they were now wishing they hadn’t gone as close to her as they had thought. One boat was capsized when a droplet of shit, a small turd nugget that had left her ass went right for the boat and punched a hole in the middle no similar to an asteroid if it had done the same thing. Now the sailor was swimming in a disgusting mixture of bay water and sewage.

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“Jeez guys, I’m sorry about that one…but when a girl’s gotta go, a girl’s gotta go!” She laughed as she moved her legs a little and pushed forth three gigantic turds. The turds were about 90 feet long with the width of 30 feet. Each turd was nearly the size of the Blue Whale, the largest animal on Earth and it crashed into the bay, raising the water level up another few feet and filling a great zone out from the shoreline with Christina’s crap. The shallow water only ensured that the crap would become a new mountain, which had risen some 20 feet up from the surface of the water, covering a zone that was nearly 300 feet wide from the shoreline. Christina waved her ass in relief as she felt herself getting better, but still not complete in her dumping. She pushed forth a silent fart that lasted only five seconds before pushing out some piss from her soda. A stream of yellow piss started to flow out from her vagina as it cascaded into the bay and onto the mountain of shit that had formed, forming micro-creeks down the edges of the pile of shit and into the bay, she was creating her own environment from just her waste, a mere testament to her power. After the piss was over, watery splashes of shit began and started to fill out a larger zone pass the original mountain of shit.

Groups of military from the area around the park, nearly a mile away from the stadium were looking at this with awe, as were a couple of helicopters hovering over the site. No one could get extremely close to the action, the smell was that bad. It stunk like the Section 26 bathroom after a night of Mexican food for Christina and people in the compound knew that stench all to well, but it was the newfound range of that smell. It reinforced the zone of putrid gassiness that hung over Hunters Point, rendering the neighborhood useless, perhaps for the long term. The wave of gas was mixing in with the fog to reach further and further from the zone. The trip across San Francisco was no different for Christina now than a trip across Section 26. And if she were releasing farts that could clear out the compound, stinking up the entire city was nothing. The military was getting orders of what to do next with Christina and as they positioned their troops onto the parking lot that was near the Section 26 van she felt one more surge of crap within her and knew what she had to do next. They had been sitting back but saw this recent dump into the bay as a sign that they had better take matters into their own hands. They gathered their forces, with some 20 tanks and 200 military personnel with some of the biggest canons they could find. They blocked the entrance from the freeway into the stadium’s parking lot.

“That’s cute, you think that you are going to attack me, let me discharge some of my own ammunition.” She stood back up as she marveled at her pile of shit, now 50 feet in height and spreading out for 500 feet, filled with small hills of crap and rivers of water and piss. The mound of shit was of a dirt brown and chemical green color with bits of black mixed in. The water all around the site was turning brown like a growing oil spill, only it was a spill of toxic female waste, spreading along the eastern shore of the San Francisco peninsula. As with any pile of shit left behind, the scent was being carried by the winds into the clouds and fog and all throughout the Bay Area, the entire region was going to end up smelling this one. Oakland and Hayward would be as far from the site as someone down the hallway from the Section 26 bathroom after Christina had taken a big dump there. The site that once held the football stadium was once a dump and now…it was a dump again. Christina moved back to the stadium where the military was. They began firing everything they had at her, trying their best to make some dints into her body. They had not yet resorted to using bombs but they were getting there. Unfortunately for them, the shots fired did nothing to hurt Christina and now she was on her knees with her naked ass pointed toward the military. Another big fart and loads of crap left to go, even Parker knew what was about to happen.

“I am in a shitty mood guys!” Christina laughed as her anus opened up for all the world to see, cameras were fixed on the site and the military was watching in awe. Many of these guys had seen porn before and the site was kind of neat to see, but just as the people who had watched the space ship open over Los Angeles in Independence Day found out, they were in the worst possible place to be. On her knees and hands she pushed her naked butt further down toward the ground as the military was already feeling the residual effects of her gas. They looked up at twin buttocks, each probably 70 feet in height and width with a butt crack that was probably 20 to 30 feet deep and filled with pieces of crap and juicy that were there from her recent dump. They may have had their biggest canons and guns pointed on her, but she contained a canon far more powerful. They saw the anus open up and out came an extremely wet and juicy burst of shitty flatulence.

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The first influx of gas had attacked the military, dressed in riot gear and gas masks, as simply a wind of 250-miles per hour gas coming out of a gassy girl’s bowels. They were knocked off their feet and felt the heat of the gas as the sound deafened them to a loss of hearing and their eyes were fogged up by the rotten stench of the gas. They had been briefed and heard about what had happened in the city the previous day but felt that they still had to make some sort of stand. That stand wasn’t going to last anymore, the people being knocked out weren’t just blacking out, they were dying too. They couldn’t hold their weapons, which were being blown away from them. Their tanks were being blown away too from the gas’s effect. Their skin was getting tanned from the radiation surge of Christina’s copious amounts of hydrogen sulfide and methane, which of course lead to the stink of indescribable power.

As the bubbly fart, which had lasted 40 seconds and decimated nearly the entire group had subsided, surge after surge, about seven of them total, of solid waste came flying out, spilling over like water onto the group of people and creating a whole new mound of shit not unlike the one in the bay. The gas was accompanied by the shit as it spilled over through the parking lot and a little of it on the vacated US 101 freeway. After the shit had subsided there was nothing left the military group and helicopters that were hovering over the giant girl had started to move away as the power of the stench was impacting them. Christina finally waved a sigh of relief as she felt that her dump was finally over and the impact it left over the area was quite impressionable. A mountain of shit hung off the edge of the land by the stadium and seeped into the bay, simmering as the waves of the bay, mixed now with her rotten shit, crashed onto the mountain as if it were a part of the environment. Another smaller dump blocked the entrance to the stadium and was spilled over dead military personnel and tanks. Captain Parker had to sit back in disbelief as he saw what was going on. The retaliation after this was going to be bigger and Bill’s daughter was going to be at higher risk, but right now it seemed as if Christina was unstoppable. But then received a confirmation report from one of his other officers, a confirmation of a pervious potential sighting. The trouble in San Francisco was unfolding on international news, getting impacts from every country on the planet, but there was now word of another giantess in the region to the north of the city. Christina stood there and looked through the wave of her gastric stink and thought she had seen someone familiar to her in the distance.

“Christina! Christina!” The giant blow horn on top of the Section 26 van had shouted out as Christina found its location, in a pool of half shit/half bay water about four inches thick, in the parking lot. She walked over the short distance and grabbed her underwear and jeans and hiked them back up to cover her exposed skin once more. If there was one kind of fart she loved, it was a jean fart and she wanted to have more of them. Before she did that she took some banners from the stadium, floating around off the ground and used them to wipe her butt, which only helped a bit since her butt was becoming so large that she would need a bigger piece of cloth to take it out. She then approached the van, about three minutes after she had heard her name being called and asked the van with an echoing voice what was up.

“There are reports of another giant, someone north of the city, heading this way.” Parker’s voice was heard as it barely made it to Christina’s ear.
“Who? Is it Megan?” Christina thought, she didn’t know the outcome of Tim’s sister; no one did, and thought that maybe there was enough of a chemical left for her to dose herself off. She thought about the idea for a moment as her heart pounded faster. The pounding increased once she heard the name. She could also smell something, something that was like her foul gas, but a little deadlier. They told her who the new giantess was and it was the worst possible person it could be.

“It’s Jade.” Captain Parker announced.

Jade Lee. That name sent shivers down Christina’s gigantic spine and with good reason. Jade was a friend of Christina’s, very much her best friend beyond Tim. She is a Chinese-American girl born and raised in San Francisco and at the age of 16 years old was perhaps the greatest person around. She was the tallest human being at a height of 8’6. She had quite possibly the strongest muscles, the biggest breasts and the largest butt. She was also the smartest person anyone knew and last, but not least, the worst farter. They had introduced themselves only a year ago when Jade joined the school’s volleyball team. At the time, Christina was universally the worst farter anyone ever knew, but that was only because Jade was holding back. She was holding back because of the intense power of her own farts. While Christina’s could clear out classrooms, Jade’s could clear out schools. The two girls were friends, but when it came to passing gas, Jade was a far bigger rival than Megan ever could. Megan was desperately trying to reach Christina’s fart levels, bringing us here, but Christina had been looking up at her younger friend even more. Jade was an absolute nightmare to Christina and to hear that she was also a giant just made that nightmare more sincere.

“Where is she?” Christina asked as she suddenly looked like a frightened giantess more than a confident one, capable of taking over the world.

“They say she’s coming over from Oakland, that she’s been traveling south for the past couple of hours from her home north of the city…that she’s been….crop-dusting?” Parker said with a little question mark at the end as Christina was able to pick up the lingo. Parker then started to receive reports, almost all at once of mass causalities and reports of people passing out, thousands and thousands of them. While Christina was known for doing the same, many people did die already from breathing in her farts; these reports were simply off the charts. From a secluded region north of Santa Rosa and southward toward Richmond, Berkley and Oakland there were gigantic footsteps, reported to be about 100 feet long and a wave of gassy destruction. It was reported in similar fashions as Christina’s wrath of destruction, only it covered a larger zone, about 10 miles in any direction of the path of footsteps. Christina, in her epic dumping in the bay and blowing out of the military couldn’t help but to notice the growing fog that was seeping in from the north, it was a bigger fog, more yellow and brown in composure and smelling worse and worse as it grew bigger. Through Christina’s own flatulence-produced cloud she couldn’t see it yet, but then it had hit her, she looked over across the bay and saw her friend and her competition. Megan getting big wasn’t what Christina was worried about, Jade getting big was and by the looks of things, Jade was much bigger than her.

She stood on the shoreline there in Oakland and looked out toward the city. She already knew about what had happened to Christina and wanted to see her gassy friend. She was a stunning beauty, a behemoth who already broke the scales before she became a giant. Pale white skin moved up her body as she stood in only her bra and panties. She wanted to make an impact before she became a giantess and did just that. She wore a pair of red tennis shoes along with short white socks, to protect her feet from any damage, and then her calves took over, long and sleek and muscular, her legs had more meat to them at her normal size than to most people’s bodies. They lead up to her knees, already 250 feet above the surface of the land. Further and further up against her thick thighs which finally lead to the two bowling ball-sized (to Christina at least) buttocks. That was where her next piece of clothing laid and it was a special piece of clothing.

A pair of white, lacy panties surrounded her enormous caboose. The panties were personally designed for Jade to fit her behind’s already large girth and were specially ordered, she only wore these on special occasion and that did not stop her from having holes blasted into them on the fabric from the strong and constant winds of her flatulence. Skid marks too were common in many of the pairs for Jade whipping her butt crack with them and letting off a few really wet farts into them. The lacy panties were much better for her in this respect because the gas was able to pass through the many small holes without damaging the fabric too much, but even after a day or two with them all they would still be damaged. This particular pair of lacy panties was pretty high quality in their appearance; an angelic color of pearl and white formed an intricate pattern in the fabric with small Chinese characters spelling out her name at various spots of the panties. The characters were spelled in a dark green jade-colored fabric to make it stand out from the rest of the panties. At the back where her ass hung out, Jade’s name was spelled out in English in larger letters with the J and the A on her left butt cheek and the D and E on her right. Together they spelled her name in the same jade-colored fabric to spell her name out as if it were one name. The fabric too felt extra soft against her abundant derriere and was made of a special cloth that would be best suited for her expansive behind and its continuous growth. They were called her lacy Jade panties and were her favorite pair to wear. And now, her panties cover a zone larger than a city neighborhood.

Above that her nearly six-pack stomach there were her breasts, E cups on her normal size, her bust was almost 500 feet around with breasts that were 70 feet across in diameter, with her ass nearly 90 feet in diameter and hanging about 80 feet out from her body, hanging over Oakland like a gigantic blimp of doom. A white silky bra held in her breasts, confined to bra straps that were wider than city roads with hooks bigger than people. They were their own animals, and while her butt was always the center of attention, her curvy breasts were nothing to laugh about either. Above her breasts rested her playful, slightly-Asian looking face with black hair that formed itself into a ponytail. She was more than enthusiastic to see Christina over there and shouted out her friend’s name to get her attention.

“What?”

“Wanna smell something?” Jade cried out across the bay. Christina looked a bit more frightened as Captain Parker worried himself over the ramifications of a gigantic Christina and a gigantic Jade. Jade then stared to walk across the bay itself, getting her feet cold, but little else as the water only made up most of her shoes. She trotted across the bay as if it were a giant puddle and in the matter of one minute she was looking down at Christina’s massive dump and sought out her friend, that was when Christina noticed the height difference. Before all of this started to happen, she was looking at Jade at her breast level at normal size, but now….she was actually looking at her waist level, Jade was twice the size of her. Christina had to take a step backwards as Jade smiled at her. That was her best friend, but it was Jade at her best. She loved the feeling of control and dominance over people, it was something she shared with everyone and finally over Christina. But once Christina became a giantess, she knew that her friend was now a giant and in control over everything. Jade had to do something to gain an advantage and she found a way to become a giantess.

She said giggling as she saw the look on Christina’s face. Even if the two girls were both giantesses’, Jade was more to her now than ever before. While Christina was a huge girl in her own right, there were still a few hills in the city that were taller. Likewise Jade now stood as the highest person in the city, towering over all the hills and the city skyline to the north of the stadium. Christina used to love hearing about her body growing bigger and bigger, but her growth was about capped off. Jade on the other hand was already bound for record heights past ten feet, and now at 1,000 feet she was as massive of a giantess as there was. Christina was already brought to the force of tears, one because of the situation which she now saw as imminent and because of the musky smell hovering over Jade’s waist area. Christina was literally at the level of Jade’s ass and that presented her younger friend with an opportunity of a lifetime.

Down below, the Section 26 van was still trying to figure out its next plan of action, but there was none to be taken. They all put on gas masks as they knew they would have to just take the punches. Word be told, the gas hovering over the eastern part of San Francisco Bay was of a stronger quantity than that in San Francisco, but that was about to change.

“Hey smell my butt!” Jade said giggling as she quickly turned around so that her massive behind was right in Christina’s face. There Christina Lopez, the giantess that had been tormenting San Francisco and the surrounding area with her gas, was looking into the ginormous ass of her best friend. Looking into the silky Jade panties she could already smell the uptick of gas. Jade was now producing more gas than cows released into the atmosphere on a hundred farts, all bunched up into one blast. She had been facefarted by her friend before; hell she even like it when she took a whiff of Jade’s farts but this one was going to be LARGE! Before she realized what had occurred, she could hear the opening of Jade’s anus, the younger girl with the bigger farts showed Christina what happens when a 1,000-foot 16-year old with the World’s Worst Farts eats a whole lot of chili before becoming huge.

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Christina’s face might as well have been lodged up Jade’s ass crack, and although it wasn’t dug in all the way, it felt no different, as soon as that anus opened up the absolute foulest smell in the history of the universe began its decent out of Jade’s colon and she released a true and honest Silent But Deadly Fart. There was the Christina Fart Smell, a stench foul enough for scientists to give it its own designation, but there was also the Jade Fart Smell. Scientists had yet to hone in exactly on the potency of that because it was considered so dangerous that it could knock people out in less than five seconds. People who would have had direct contact with her ass face-to-face would be put into comas and could possibly face death. Its stench was unheard of; it made plenty of the gases that Christina had released smell rather pleasant. While Christina was lethal with her own gas, Jade’s was lethal times infinity. And chili gave her the absolute worse gas. To understand what Christina was going through for the less than five seconds of the one-minute fart that she was undergoing, one had to know the Jade Chili Fart.

To Jade, chili was the ultimate fart-producing food. While many food items of gaseous qualities entered her system she had discovered that the right blend of chili could produce near-catastrophic farts. Jade’s chili farts were among her biggest, smelliest and loudest, with all the right power to create an experience that the uninitiated would soon not forget. Once the chili had entered the bowels of Jade Lee, the deadliest farts on Earth would begin their production and there was nothing to stop anyone from having Jade let out at least 50 of her signature monster farts. The same Bay Area Chili-Eating Contest that Christina and Megan had competed in the previous day, before all the growth had started, had specifically barred Jade from entry. The then 7-foot tall, 15-year old girl sat there with her unsuspecting victims, unaware of her farting prowess. Jade went on to eat a record-breaking 20 bowls of chili, all sorts of chili too. It was what happened afterwards through that was better remembered. Jade started to pass wind, serious fetid wind. Ten people were sent to the hospital just for being in the vicinity of Jade when she began farting. Other people had breathing problems and some people began to throw up. Jade easily won the contest, and was promptly banned from ever participating in it again. Jade even kept the newspaper article from the next day highlighting the event with the headline “Teenage Girl Gasses out Crowd at Chili-Eating Contest.” And the article wasn’t exaggerating either; it really did mention Jade farting throughout the contest as the people there slowly went into unconsciousness. Jade was quoted in the article with only one quote: “What can I say…chili makes me gassy.”

It was like breathing in chemical waste, with sulfur contents that would be considered lethal to anyone who hadn’t smelled such a fart. It traveled out of her gigantic bowels and made Christina’s eyes sting as she gagged profoundly for five seconds, losing any real ability to breathe as the gases continued to swarm her friend’s gigantic face. No one had ever been subjected to such a corrosive fart smell before. The spices and beans and cheese in her chili were producing a stench that brought the previously dominating Christina down to her knees, and this was still in the fart’s infancy. She felt down and shook the ground as her gigantic form shook the city with a force stronger than the 1906 quake. She landed on top of the US 101 freeway with her back up against some hills. She could look up for a brief moment before everything was going black and see plumes of yellow gas pouring out of her giant friend’s lacy panties. It was filling the entire sky, Jade was now producing the ultimate air pollution and she was only ten seconds in.

She heard the noise behind her and knew that Christina was already taken. At a much larger size it appeared that her gas had even more toxic side effects as she continued to, with ease; push her silent batch of wind out of her anus. More and more gas pumped out and at her altitude of 1,000 feet she was beginning to feel the effects of the gas as well. She sniffed the air as the warm air continued to rise from the level of her ass. She actually had been holding back as she crop-dusted her way across the region toward San Francisco and finally was given the peace to release her gas without any interference, and there wouldn’t be any the way she was going. The gas had an effect unlike any that Christina’s had; it took out all of San Francisco. Homes, businesses, parks, nowhere was safe from the toxic smell of Jade’s SBD. Her gas started to spread out over the Pacific Ocean, but the winds were carrying more of it south, it was quite possible that this gas would cover the entire Bay Area, a minute full of her toxic eggy payload was not something to improve the air quality with.

Back in the Section 26 van, the smell had hit them soon after the words “smell this” and parker instructed all his men to put on their gas masks and get into a seated position. The mask would only work for a short time but at least they would pass out in a good spot. All throughout the area, from San Francisco up to Marin County and down the Peninsula toward San Jose, the people who had remained were passing out or flat out dying from the garbage, sewage and cheesy smelling fart that Jade was cutting. Jade had prided herself on clearing out rooms and even entire schools in the past, but now she was releasing biological warfare that was clearing out counties. She was pushing out a SBD so severe that the gas was starting to be picked up in Sacramento nearly a minute after the 16-year old Asian teenager had appeared there at Candlestick. For another half minute she continued to pass more and more of her toxic gas, easily hundreds, if not thousands of tons of her special brand of chili-fueled flatulence. The air quality in the Bay Area may possibly never recover from a sudden change in air content after this. Luckily her fart was mostly hydrogen and oxygen, but the methane and sulfur levels pumped into the region’s atmosphere would ensue that there may never be a cool day in that city again, for a good while at least. Everyone who was still alive around the country were left in complete shock over what was going on, terrorist could not have done anything on this scale, but a 1,000-foot teenage girl who had eaten chili sure could.

She finally started petering out as her SBD had finally reached its end a minute after she had felt the need to release and then the valve was cut off. The anus was well-used and she was able to take a sigh of relief. She looked around the caught of whiff of her creation. Massive and smelly, this was an SBD for the ages, no one could surpass a fart like this again, but as she contained two growing formulas, one for increasing her height even more and one for making food items big enough for her to eat, that SBD was only an appetizer for coming events. She looked down at her giant friend, only half her size and saw a little pity on the giantess who had tormented San Francisco with her farts. She took over a day to gas out the entire city and region, but Jade had done it all with one powerful SBD. The entire Bay Area stunk of gas so foul and wicked that no more than a few thousand hardy souls were still conscious. Thousands were dead from the radiation that came out of the girl’s extra eggy gas, a nuclear radiation of sorts, while millions of others were still knocked out. They would awaken eventually sure, but their world was completely different from what it once was. Now everything they were going to smell, everything they were going to know was about a girl’s farts. She giggled to herself in the quiet air as the sun started to set in the western sky. A haze of yellow flatus hung over that covered a range of 50 miles in every direction, filled with the Jade Fart Smell. Giggling she could only be polite as she waved the foul stench from behind her big, cute, lacy panties.

“Excuse me.”