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The Gassy Cousins 3 - Part 1

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THE GASSY COUSINS 3
By: SellCon2762

It was late October and here I laid on the ground, a flatten surface that had been cleared out for a distance that covered about five acres. A blue tarp was pressed between my slumbering body and the ground. I could hear the small chirping noise of birds around me as a cool damp air descended upon the area. A fog was forming within the valley that I was sleeping in. The sun was just starting to rise in the southeast over a grouping of hills nearby and the light was starting to get to my eye. It was about time for me to get up as it were, but I decided to wake up whenever I wanted to. I could already hear the commotion about a mile or so away from me as breakfast was being cooked for me, but something much bigger was cooking within me that I knew just had to escape, something rather large and rather foul: my Morning Thunder. I made sure my ass was positioned in the right direction, that alone could make or break the day for me and I prepared for the holocaust of flatulence that I was about to release. Why you may ask? Because I am Kelly Marie Haynes and I am 300-feet tall.
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This was one to get everyone’s attention, but Morning Thunder always did that. Out from underneath my silky panties erupted a fart of huge proportions. My ass was pointed toward the east, while my breakfast was being fixed to the west, it was important for both to never be in the same direction. As it were, the ground around me shook for as long as the 45-second blast of gas left my tremendous behind. My fart was a sight to behold, as my team of 30 people had to stop their work and admire the pure power of the gas roaring out of my ass. This was a great fart; drunken grown men couldn’t even start to compete with farts like these, even if they were my size, no one could. I had a big smile on my face that sent chills down to those who could now see my large face; they knew I was relieved to have delivered this powerful fart onto the world. To me the fart smelled at the very least like rotten eggs, cheese and beans. To everyone else, it was a hundred times worse, to smell one of my farts required one to take multiple breaths to really savor the power of it. Back when I was smaller and produced a fart like this, one had to wonder how a girl like me could produce such a smell. The forest to my east was once more flooded with the stench of my wretched gas. But the people around me knew well enough that my Morning Thunder was well known not just for its power, but it frequency.
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Another sensational fart left my behind to much the same effect and this time and this time I actually started moving around as I slowly emerged from my slumber. The smell was as fierce as the first fart and the effect already had my eyes watering from the incredible aroma. For another 30 seconds my “bedroom” was the site of what would be some sort of chemical weapon, a war crime on breathable air. There was a reason farts like this one weren’t let out in school and in public. It was a deep bassy sound that got wetter as the fart continued. And after that eruption there was a short silence before the real thunderstorm began!
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Thunderstorms were accurate descriptions of my farts since they sure sounded like them. Occasional the National Weather Service had shown a little blip on their radars as I released some of my larger farts. I was pushing out another 30-second long stinker of bubbly gas and it sounded like a million bubbles popping all at once. My Morning Thunder was known for its rather consistency and overall power that it brought forth each day. People who lived within 30 miles of me knew full aware that they had better get up and moving before they were woken up from my gas. Speaking of which…..
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There goes another one. The shaking is something that apparently has been apparent the last year or so, of course that was back when I was just shaking my bed. Now I was subjecting my small part of southern Ohio to daily earthquakes that make living in California seem like a breeze. It was the price that was paid for the people there near my home town housing what equated to a living nuclear bomb. And now it’s time to let go another bomb.
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Another one, that makes five. By this point the haze of putrid gas really is starting to make its mark and it hardly matters where one is in my county, you are going to smell it. And especially after last night. I had Mexican food and I think people can tell that by now. I used to torture my brothers with my farts after Mexican food, now I was torturing somewhere up to 30,000 people. After waiting about ten seconds I started to release my next major payload onto the surrounding area.
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More and more morning gas left my behind as I noticed the increasing potency of the aroma. This was by far among my more gassier episodes in quite a while and the people who had been chosen to fix my breakfast were surely now regretting their decisions. I mean, Kelly after Mexican Food, what were they thinking?  The gas was condensing in a fog that stretched probably about five miles east of my location and condensed on the few remaining homes in the valley that survived. I had warned them that my gas would probably make life in their homes a living hell, but they were too determined to live it out. I’m sure I would have felt the same way, I mean having to evacuate because of a giant girl with a bit of a gas problem….
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Well, it’s a bit more of a gas problem, as my next two farts were now around 40 seconds in length. I had to focus with all my attention on releasing the farts with all my might and furry. This fart really had that rolling thunder sort of thing going on as I could swear that it continued to echo off the hills for another few seconds after I had finished hearing it. I wondered if this sort of Morning Thunder could be heard from as far as Columbus the way I was going. Surely this next one might…..
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Another fart, now we are at ten, has departed from the Kelly Rectum Station as I finally sat up on the ground and leaned over to the right to push forth yet another vile stinker of immense proportions. I sat in an Indian-style at a height that sitting was more than 40 feet in height. I could now look down on the food operations below me as I made sure that the main force of my gas was in the opposite direction. One had to truly appreciate the greatness of my gas when they realized just how bad ONE of these farts were. Mexican food, including my personal favorite, beans, were festering within the bowels of a Gassy Beast all night and helped to produce a bomb that was unlike anything ever smelt before. Back when I was a bit smaller, this food could give me the power to clear out my own house. But I was way beyond the point of house clearers now; it was more like county clearers to me. I giggled on that thought as I felt what was probably my last fart. Leaning again to my right, about 15 seconds after finishing off that last fart I giggled a little as I pushed forth the Grand Finale.
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The fart produced a green fog that was filled with all the smelly, putridness that my foul wind had to offer. The smell was ripe…too ripe, it burned even me within the closet as I had to fan the winds behind my panty-covered behind. God this felt amazing though, it was a fart of greater power than the previous nine rippers I had let loose. From the seat of my panties the fart burned like a warm inferno straight out of hell, especially with the smell of burning brimstone that my farts seemed to have. Rotten eggs would be a proper way to describe the smell if it was coming out of any other person in the world, but I had surpassed the rotten egg smell long, long ago. The high quantities of hydrogen sulfide were being mixed in with other chemicals that seemed to have increased the potency of my farts. My mother and sister were once known for their violent and smelly bouts of flatulence, but I was in a whole other ballpark now. My farts were much stronger than they were at their levels and the sky was the limit to just how bad my farts were going to get. Even at the new age of 19 I could feel my growth continuing and that included the production of gas. As the region fell under siege with the hot, sticky and incredibly putrid air that my farts had produced I had a big smile on my face, the smile of victory and with a downright horrendous smell to boost.

“Good Morning!” I said with smile on my face as I stretched my body and took a whiff of my gaseous creation.

“Good Morning Kelly!” The breakfast crew said in return, loud enough for me to hear it at least. Of course I needed a little more respect on this particular day. I turned my gassy ten-foot wide rear end in their direction and hoped to get a little something else out of them.

“Happy Birthday Kelly!” They said with a louder voice as I felt much more joy now, it was my birthday and at my size I figured everyone needed to be aware of my grand occasion, it was officially a state holiday today for the first time ever. But my feel of pride was cut off by another sound, something I actually regretted, an SBD.
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I swear that I didn’t mean to let this one out. But still…it was a very nice fart. I could barely hear the hissing of this gas coming out of my butt as I spewed the most, evilest stench ever concocted by man or woman in this case. It smelled as if some skunk had taken up residence within my panties and had been allowed to unload of all its contents all over the area that they were located in, including my food I might add. The stench carried with it the remnants of the beans and cheese I had eaten with my Mexican food last night, along with burnt meat and a variety of vegetables. They had all been boiled up and allowed the entire night to concoct a variety of sinister gases within my bowels. This SBD, as horrible as it was, was merely the end of my gassy episode that included my Morning Thunder. Granted, this was a bit more severe than most mornings, but it was my birthday and a 300-foot tall Birthday Girl ought to be able to do whatever she wants.

The brave men who helped to prepare my food were all on the ground coughing and gagging before finally scurrying away as my toxic fumes became too much for them. I groaned a little as they entered their vehicles and started to drive away from the increasingly deadly fog that was forming over the region. Sometimes my SBDs have been able to bring multitudes of suspecting victims into comas, but I guess that this wasn’t the time for it. Regardless, it was time for breakfast. A large drum of scrambled eggs, about 10,000 eggs worth, plus some large pancakes that were about ten feet in diameter, 30 of these pancakes total, along with as much bacon as 100 pigs could provide. Match this with a water tower’s compliment of milk, pumped onto the site each day with enough milk to come from a dairy farm per week. Finally, I had a giant Fiber One bar, notorious for giving anyone bad gas, that was about ten feet in length and two feet in width. My breakfast was significant for the lowly people beneath me, but I was a growing girl and I required my meals as big as me. Luckily, Ohio was a vast state with many farms and more than enough people to provide for me.

So perhaps you want to hear my story then, of how I became this giantess. It starts with my cousin Sam, whose a few years older than me. More than a year and a half ago he began to gain an appreciation for my…um farts and um…bowel movements. He had found a friend who was able to shrink both himself and my sister, a pretty gassy girl herself, into spending 36 hours deep within my anus and experience my farts and dumps at a pretty microscopic scale. During that time his friend, upon seeing my natural beauty, developed a formula that did the opposite, made someone grow. While Sam and Briana, that’s my sister, spent their time in the hospital after their experience in my butthole, I took the formula and grew first to a height of 40 feet and continued to grow from there on out until I finally reached 300 feet, where I’ve been for about a few weeks. But the growth isn’t complete, or so I’m told, random growth spurts are still possible and my final growth is still an unknown.

It’s pretty cool actually. Here I was, one year ago for my 18th birthday, a normal size girl with decent-sized breasts and a pretty good-looking ass and the increasingly horrible farts, part of a family-based disease known as the Haynes Syndrome (both my sister and my mother had similar issues,) and now I’m the largest person in human history, and my farts haven’t lost any of their punch, now they are simply much larger and smellier. I used to pride myself on being able to stink up the room and even my house, but now, well I stink up entire towns. That’s actually the story of how my small town became a bit of a ghost town. Upon my initial growth the people of my community were standing up for me, a bit happy that they were getting the attention because of my newfound status as a really tall person. Of course, they soon found out that I had this bit of a gas problem and upon getting a lot of food donated from a neighboring town which houses a White Castle, I became extremely gassy. Turns out, 2,000 sliders from White Castle is a recipe for disaster. My farts that evening were way, way smellier than anything I had ever produced and I gassed out the entire town to the point that every person except my family left the community of 18,000 that night and immediately sought refuge elsewhere. Imagine that, 18,000 new refugees in Ohio all on the account of an 18-year old girl eating White Castle!

Of course, White Castle also has the tendency to give me some pretty bad shits too and I unleashed a dump that night that took out the local city park. Through the next few weeks the town was completely vacated and the surrounding county ultimately deserted. In my honor the county was renamed Haynes County and only me, those who help me and those who visit me are the only residents. My family no longer lives in their namesake’s county, but only because they had endured my farts long enough and once I passed 100 feet in height my gas became too much for them. I don’t blame them honestly, my gas was already pretty toxic back at my normal size, but now…..well my farts normally stink up my county on a regular basis. It’s no different from driving through a fertilizer plant for the entirety that one is passing through the county. And I love every moment of it too, as people have discovered, having a gassy girl like myself has its advantages.

It was around March when the state government contacted me on a most interesting idea. They wanted to know if I could visit the prison in Chillicothe and do some….farting around. It was an odd request but I was soon able to share my gassy goodness with all the prisoners who the officials felt needed some….punishment. I loaded up on a special product known as Kelly Baked Beans, which gives me super bad gas, and released my stink bombs throughout the site as the prisoners were amazed to be smelling these incredibly bad farts coming out of the butt of a young woman. The whole thing was a thrilling success and I’ve been to other prisons around the state such as Mansfield and Youngstown to share my goodness with those criminals. It was reported that some 500 prisoners in all three locations were put into hours-long comas as a result of smelling my gas. To me, it’s my own personal way of creating justice as these men are bad people and deserve the full brunt of what my gas delivers.

But that’s nothing compared to my work with the military overseas. Growing up in rural southern Ohio, I was brought up to be pro-country and pro-military, so when my country called me up to do some work for them I was actually pretty excited. I mean it wasn’t like there was a whole lot for me to do at the moment. I was being homeschooled for the end of my senior year since any small fart from me would stink up the school, several times over in fact. So they asked me to come over to Syria and meet up with an up-and-coming terrorist organization. It was actually a ploy for me to discharge my “gas weapon” all over the higher ups in this group, but since they were gassing their own people it was only justice that I was dispensing out of my ass. One night of breathing farts from my ass were enough for the leaders of this group to see the error of their own ways. I’ve been to seven other countries since to dispel protesters and other bad groups away. Sadly, there are more people among these terrorist groups so I’ll likely be making more trips over there, luckily my gas is even deadlier now. It’s amazing what an 18-year old can do just by farting, but by the summer I was known as the country’s newest weapon, and the more I saw people suffering under my ass, bad people, the more I enjoyed it.

. Might as well, I get a royal treatment now due to my service to the country and state. I help out elsewhere with some construction projects, clearing out the land and helping with items further up than the workers. There’s a few odds and ins in there as well, one-time tasks that could help people out in any way. One time they wanted to see if I could use my gas to power the county, only that worked too well and now they just need to find a better way to store the energy. There’s this rumor, which I swear isn’t true at all, that would have had me walk to Miami to pick LeBron James to bring him home to Cleveland, but luckily he came home on his own, not that I was going to do that. I will see him today however, as part of my birthday celebration I’m supposed to be playing a basketball game with him. I might have a bit of a height advantage.

The state of Ohio in the end has learned to appreciate what a privilege it is to have a giant girl like myself. I do some work for it while I get showered with rewards as a benefit. I have my own county to live in with a plot of several acres to live on. I get my own giant wardrobe so that I don’t have to be immodest when I walk about. I have a crew of roughly 30 people who prepare my every meal and I have food sources throughout the Midwest to provide my food. Perhaps it isn’t a surprise that beans are the fastest growing food item in Ohio this year, you got to keep a gassy girl happy after all! I was tearing up through my breakfast at the usual pace as I felt more gas bubbling up inside me. Just before I became a giant, I was farting 100 times per day and now 100 is more my minimum. On really bad days I can push 150. It would only be a matter of time before I have too….oh wait….
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I leaned over toward the right as I took another bite out of my eggs and pushed forth a round of wet and bubbly farts that sure smelled like what I was just eating. Four giant farts one after another in succession with the most disgusting and smelly gas possible. I released more gas right there, even as a normal-sized girl, than any normal female would have all day. I was the conductor of a gassy orchestra who produced some really fine masterpieces. Basing on my average of 100 farts per day, I’d cut 700+ farts a week, 3,000 farts a month and 36,000 a year. Basing on the normal human, who farts 14 times per day, a year of farting for them is only over 5,000. By the time I’m 30 years old I could be pushing a million farts in my lifetime! I enjoyed hearing my latest burst of ass gas. Loud, violent and wet and stronger and smellier than the other farts, I had served up these real nice ones that echoed off the hills some more as a green fog began to form on the floor of the valley. The smell was as putrid as before only doubled in coverage and in producing eye-watering gas that had people several miles away gagging. It carried with it a nice ripe smell or burning eggs along with the meat from all that pork for breakfast. The winds naturally carried the fart more to the east, where the majority of my county laid. People who still lived there had to bear the gas or get out and it seemed that quite a few were willing to stay, but they should know that I am going to continue to let out my farts as much as I want. The joys of being my size is that I can get away with a lot more. As I fan the pungent air of my gas away I looked off in the distance and saw a group of black vans head their way. As it turned out, it was my cousin Sam, sister Briana and a group of professional washers who were going to give me a nice bath. Trailing behind them was what looked like a news van, Channel 10 I think. Oh boy, another interview, luckily I had a way to get rid of them and I won’t give anyone any hints as to how.

After another five minutes of driving down the highway and approaching my location they had finally stopped and began to unload their equipment. It was time for my daily shower and this required me to move to a slightly different location about four miles south of my “bedroom.” The zone of my house took up the size of a standard township. My bedroom was about four square miles in size, my bathroom another two square miles, I was sure to get generous room throughout and my bathroom about one square mile in size. They had dug out this cavernous hole into the ground where my urine would sink into the underground. Naturally the water supply wasn’t too safe after my urine started to contaminate it. Of course, that says nothing about my hefty-sized dumps. As a smaller girl I would let loose toilet-clogging dumps on a regular basis, stinking up my bathroom and pissing off my other relatives. Now of course, my dumps are the size of small mounds. They’re not THAT big mind you, the Great Serpent Mound would be a relative size to what my dumps are. But when you keep releasing massive dumps on a daily basis, you start to produce more waste than at landfills and now they had to transport the fecal matter by the truckload to various spots around the state. They process it into fertilizer and “other” things I’m told. Only problem is, I’m giving them more waste than they can handle and soon they’ll have to find other things to do with it, but that’s Giant Girl Problems for you.

I finally went to lay down on my stomach as my head faced the south where the Channel 10 news van was setting up shot for a morning interview with the birthday girl. Elsewhere, a team of about 15 people were getting dressed in biohazard suits to get ready to clean every part of my now naked body; luckily I was of age and didn’t feel nearly as bad about this as I would have if I were younger. My mother surely would have never approved of it, but there’s not much mom can do about what I want nowadays. I laid there on the ground so that my arms were crossing in from of my breasts so that the TV wouldn’t see my most sensitive part. The camera had set itself up to take in a big shot of my face, which was about 30 feet in height off the ground. The news reporter stepped out of the car and I could immediately tell that she had never seen me before, at least in real life.  Knowledge of my existence was well known; I had paparazzi who treaded around my county on a regular basis, who, after a meal of some beans, stayed away afterwards. Anyways, there were still those who didn’t think it was possible for a girl like me to exist, obviously my appearance and cheerful demeanor had put her to ease that yes I did exist and for the most part, I was polite.

I was a little easier on the reporter today since it was my birthday and I knew they wanted to see me for this special occasion, I mean, I was going to be in the spotlight a good chunk of the day so I had to just get used to the people gawking at me. Of course, it was a completely different matter further back on my body. They started in far back with my feet. Using some large sponges on sticks and a giant water hose they washed down my feet before using the sponges to lather up my body with soap before rinsing me off. They would use ladders to scale my feet and start work around my ankle before continuing along my legs as they moved further up toward those looming mounds of beautiful flesh that were my buttocks. Luckily for them, they didn’t have much to do there; I saved that work for my two favorite family members.

“Morning Briana….Sam.” I said with a giggle in my voice as I saw them walk past my face. Both immediately stopped and practically bow before me while wishing me a happy birthday.

“When it was your 18th last year, I never thought that I’d be doing this to you later on.” Said Briana as she looked up at my cute face, smiling down upon her in a way that I could never get tired of.

“Oh things were much different back there….but you still know about the whole me eating whatever I want bit…right?”

“Of course, who’s to argue with you now?” Briana stated with a voice of someone who had long realized that she was no longer the girl of the household. For years she was the oldest child and the first person that their parents looked to in terms of giving commands to the other children. Now, I stood as the tallest and thus the most important person. My parents, my two younger brothers and now my older sister all looked to me for advice. Each of my family members did different things for me. My parents arranged all the details in terms of my parade later on in Columbus, plus tickets to this afternoon’s Ohio State game, my brothers did a lot of the grounds keeping around my county, cutting grass in certain areas and keeping things relatively clean and my sister….well there was one place for her, my ass.

Briana and Sam had both taken a liking to my ass since the whole shrinking incident last year. Briana had started to express an interest in my farting soon after it started exploding to higher levels, pun intended, and Sam was simply a lover of all girls farting. Of course once he had smelled mine he couldn’t dream of whiffing another girl’s farts again, they couldn’t hold a candle to the pungent winds I always had packing. So I designated them both official ass kissers. Actually they didn’t spend a whole lot of time kissing my ass, but when it came to cleaning I personally saw too it so that they would be the ones cleaning my ass while the cleaning crew worked on other parts of my body. For all parties considered this was a good move.

“I did have Mexican for dinner last night, and breakfast is on its way!” I said laughing as Briana and Sam started to walk alongside my body toward my ass, rising some 40 feet up off the air. They brought their own long ladder with them for this part of the cleaning.

“Yeah, we can tell!” Briana yelled back at me with the sound of a small whisper. Perhaps I should point out that the air really stunk around me, the aftermath of my farting was still heavy, I mean you let out that much Morning Thunder and see how long it stuck around. The stench was little worse where I had been eating but even where they were cleaning my body the thick vapors from my farts still hovered around. The cleaning crews would sometimes complain about the smell, but they were being paid hazardly for cleaning me each day and they did always enjoy cleaning my pretty abundant breasts. I never knew how big my boobs were until I saw these guys kissing it and washing it with the pride of cleaning a super-expensive sports car. The fact that each tit dwarfed any of the men with the weight of 250 tons. They didn’t exactly fit my D cup bras anymore!

But now it was time for my interview, it would be a quick thing I could already tell. I felt the ladder for Briana and Sam brushing against my left buttock as they got ready to do their part in washing my ass. Of course what all parties did know at the time was that the milk and eggs this morning were really giving my stomach some fits. Just as well, that giant Fiber One bar was also making things really turbulent down below in my bowels. I could feel the two as they finally reached the peak of my twin glutes, at a height that was roughly 40 feet off the ground. There they could smell the wretched awesomeness of my gas. These two had 36 hours to experience the full power of what came out of my ass, so they were used to it. Sam has written a blog over the past few months of his continuing experiences in my asscrack so what I’m describing next comes more from his perspective than from mine. When you’re 300 feet tall it’s hard to really care about two people inside your buttcrack.

At the moment there were three things going on at once, the men cleaning my thighs, Sam and Briana in my butt and the local TV station interviewing me. It was a rather simple interview, maybe six questions at the most, I was okay with that. There was a difference between the local interviews and the national/international interviews; the latter seemed to have roughly the same questions asking about how I became a giantess, what it felt like to be this huge, or what do I think about my giant farting. The former, the local interviews, were more like “how’s your day going.” I liked these better because the questions seemed to change with each interview. The people of central and southern Ohio didn’t need to know my story or how I felt to be a giant girl, they already knew that. Now, they just wanted to catch up with me on how things have gone of late. As predicted, today’s questions were about my birthday celebrations in Columbus and what I planned on getting for my birthday. Come to think of it, I really had no clue what I was going to get. All I knew was that my bowels were quickly bubbling up something fierce and I knew that my personal ass cleaners were going to get a nice whiff of what Kelly had cooking for them.

That’s when the TV station presented me with a very special present, more food it actually was, but still a thoughtful statement. A large drum about 40 feet tall and seven feet wide full of Kelly Baked Beans. Five of them. Kelly Baked Beans were first given to me during that whole shrinking down in my butt thing and combined the worst of the worst when it came to gas production. The can consisted mostly of beans, but also little small bits (to me anyway) of cabbage and broccoli and onions. Nowadays they just throw the heads of cabbage and whole onions into the can, along with tons of beans. Each can weighed about a ton and soon it was all going to go into my stomach, I was licking my lips just thinking about it.

“I’ll give you a minute to head away….I think I feel one coming.” I said laughing as the reporter knew immediately what I was about to do. I thought about my own personal asscleaners at the time as they had a mop and bucket and were working on the various parts of the crack, they had to know what was coming. I saw the reporter run away as their interview was complete and my gas was about loaded to go. I waited another 15 seconds as the bubbling in my guts continued, breakfast was going to do me well today I hope, I figured I was going to get some good farts today, it was my birthday for God’s sake! Finally and without any warning, I broke wind.
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Oh goodie…an SBD, my personal favorite. The cereal and milk sure had an impact on my digestive system as evident from wicked smell being inflicted out from my naked ass and onto the faces of my own cousin and older sister. The deadly smell of gas continued to compound by the second, multiplying faster than anyone would have thought possible, and the worst part was that this was a lengthy one too, over 40 seconds worth of me passing the foulest of gas; no nose could survive the damage of a fart of this magnitude. The air around me got warmer as the air got smellier and smellier. It was an utterly devastating stink of rotten eggs and crap mixed in with dog and skunk and any other useful descriptor of a bad smell. The smell continued to strengthen in its pungency by the second as I finished off this massive fart and laughed continuously as I began to bask in the utter bomb that she had unleashed.

My personal cleaners quickly vacated my body for what probably would be about five minutes; I gave them that kind of time since I knew my gas had that impact on the weak-minded. As for my asscleaners, well I knew them better. Sam once told me the sensation of experiencing my release of foul gas into the air. To me it was a standard SBD, a little longer than usual sure but nothing I couldn’t handle. To him though, it was different. At their size, my buttcheeks surrounded the two of them into a deep cleavage that was probably about six feet deep, maybe seven or eight; I’ve never had that measured. All I knew was that for them to clean my asshole they had to envelope themselves completely in my ass before they proceeded to clean. Inside my asscrack it felt as if it were over 100 degrees and stench of my powerful gas clung to every part of their body. They could whiff the cheese and beans and milk from my previous explosions. There below the sat my anus, about the size of a trampoline to them, it was nothing to them. When they were shrunk my anus was about the size of a city. Still, they had to take a mop and wipe off all the little pieces of shit that clung along the wrinkles that led into my anus and given my enormous dumps that was never an easy task.

My fart produced a deep plume of hot gas that poured out of my anus as they had to move back just a little bit on either side of the anus and watch the entrance to my sphincter opened up and poured out with a surge of hot, putrid gas that sounded like a blowing wind generated from a thunderstorm. These winds were traveling fast, but not fast enough to rip off their hands if they had them in the wrong place. Sam one time did get a little bit of a tan from the hot gas when he placed his arm over my anus as I let lose my silent payload of gas. My SBDs are quite legendary even in my family. I killed it with my SBDs all the time. They stunk like raw shit and eggs and power. Power may not be a type of stench, but it sure felt that way. My asscrack would warm up as I felt the green hazing gas bellow upwards from my asscrack and into the air, polluting it with the puke-inducing stench of my wretched gas. Sadly, since my growth into a giantess my SBDs have gotten worse….well sadly for the rest of the world, fortunate for me. I love to share my farts with everyone, it grants me the most power and I’m more than happy to use it. When you push 100 farts a day daily without exception you use your great skill.

After about a minute of Sam and Briana coughing from the radiation poisoning they would receive from my SBD they quietly got back to work now with more hurry in their step. They knew Mt. Kelly was going to erupt again! Sam would work on using the water hose he carried up the ladder and hose off the area of my crack while taking the mop and getting all those little pieces of gunk and crap from various parts tucked in, all while enduring the aftereffects of my previous farting. Briana went ahead and with a towel wiped clean the actual cheeks themselves, moving her hands up and down along my bubbly buttocks I could feel what felt like a couple of bugs moving their hands on various parts of the ass as they cleaned up my body. This would go on for about five minutes, but that was being rather quick too. My butt, I confess, is a bit big to them.  They could walk the distance of my asscrack in about the same as it would to walk from one end of my former house to the other. Still the cheeks towered over them by a good 20 feet so they knew they had to be special when they were in the presence of my twin glutes, both a good hundred or so tons in weight and with enough muscle to crush them into nothingness. They walked between my cheeks as if there were two giant balloons on both sides of them. When cleaning the actual bottom of the crack and the anus one of the two would have to pry open my ass just enough for them to get the mop and clean up the mess. They would also in addition clean up my other…well sexual regions beneath me, as they simply hosed down the vagina area and cleaned it up briefly. They were far more interested in my anus and the gases that would spew out of them. They could hear the rumbling from my gas as if it were a small thunder that echoed around their closed up space.

I sighed to myself as I still felt the two in there. By now, my personal cleaners were finishing up the front of my body, or at least the back of it. I had to turn around and let them have access to my breasts. For that, I needed to get Sam and Briana out of my ass and I knew just the way.
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There we go, a lot shorter but still as pungent and deadly as the ones before it. As I had finished releasing this nice burst of foul wind I took my two hands and reached for my asscheeks and quickly pushed them together so that I could trap both Briana and Sam in my asscrack for a moment. I was just playing around with them really; I can do what I want after all. After a few seconds of keeping them trapped in the utterly disgusting smell that I had generated in my buttcrack I released my cheeks and watched in an instant as I felt commotion up my ass. Yep, those two had gotten the message; they were quickly climbing up the asscheeks to the top before retreating down the ladder. In all it took only 30 seconds for Sam and Briana to emerge from my deep within my buttcrack to being back on the ground. Yelling at me playfully as they were quite disgusted with the fury of my latest silent beast. And this was all on just the FIRST SBD. They didn’t realize it yet that I was letting out two more bigger gas bombs right as they were walking away from me.

“Kelly you sick little….” Briana yelled as both her and my cousins were waving their hands around.

“Sorry, just another gassy day for me.” I said back at my “older” sister as I turned around so that my gassy rear end was now planted on the grass. I hiked my legs up a little with my knees bent up toward the sky as I watched the team of cleaners work on the front of my body. Here, clearly was their favorite part of the whole day. The quickly went to work on my torso before tackling their best part of my body, to them anyway, my breasts. My breasts are about eight feet wide and around with nipples about a foot out from the promontory of my fresh girly mammaries. Honestly I never really had enormous breasts, sure they ended up filling up D cups in the end, but they weren’t incredibly big. Though I think I can now safely say I own the biggest pair of tits in the world now. If I have them I might as well show them. The cleaners worked on my breasts for a minute before wrapping up and cleaning my face and my hair. After another couple of minutes of that it was time for me to release a shower of my own. Feeling that milk come back in its liquid component I aimed my vagina outwards and started to release a strong surge of yellow piss out and into an arc that stretched over 40 feet from my location, finally crashing against a small hollow in the surrounding area, collecting it with a quick drenching of my piss, only about a foot deep when my peeing was over. More big girl problems, having to take a giant piss. All in all, it was a good cleaning, but now it was time for me to get dressed for my big day.

I was lucky that it was one of those warm October Saturdays so I could dress rather skimpy. My mother of course would have never approved of the kind of clothing I would be wearing today, but it’s my birthday and I’m the biggest person on the planet, so I don’t see how she’s going to enforce it. I used to be quite conservative and modest in our dress; our whole family was like that really. I was a sweet girl, nice and kind, I still am….mostly. But now at my new size, I feel that I can lose some of that conservativeness and what not…let it go (in more ways that one.) And if they have a problem with that, this can of Kelly Baked Beans that will soon be festering inside my stomach should create a motivating factor to send the message to them. Of course like any girl I had to think long and hard about what to wear on my special day. I walk over toward a giant circus tent located about a mile from where I took my shower. This has in a sense become my drawer of sorts.

To cover up my considerable bust and my most private nether regions I first pick a matching pair of bra and panties. The white cotton panties slowly work their way up my considerable 60-foot rear end and fit nice and tight against the curvaceous form that are my buttocks. I grew up a little later in my teen years but when I did….whoa God did I grow! When I was 16 my butt was only a little bit big and my breasts were normal sized, but in the next two years I grew a couple of inches and started bulging out of my posterior and filling my up upper body to the point that I did have 38 D cup breasts before my growth. Now my bust is around 55 feet with bra cups that could fit dozens of people within them. Still I am considerate enough to keep the people from seeing my naked breasts so I bear this enormous three-ton bra on my body. My panties contain my asscheeks and basically nothing else, but that’s normal. I then put on a tight pink shirt with the top three buttons unbuttoned, to help give my body some air circulation but otherwise they are thigh up against my hefty mammaries, my fleshy orbs of girl power that are held up high at an altitude of 200 feet. A clothing shop in Cincinnati actually takes care of my wardrobe and I’m told it’s quite an experience when they design another bra or set of panties for me. In short, it’s like creating a football’s field worth of fabric, all designed to support the growing mammaries and ass of your latest 300-foot 19-year old giantess in today’s world.

The main attraction however, the part that most people will be focusing on, came next, my pants. I had quite a few clothing options in my wardrobe, but ultimately there was only one thing I really wanted to wear, my 1,000 pants. No, it wasn’t a thousand pairs of pants, but it was the writing on the back of these tight black yoga pants that made them distinct. It was spelled out on my asscheeks, with the words in white lettering “1,000 and counting” on the left asscheek and “Approach at your own risk” on the right cheek. My cousin Sam actually arranged for these pants to be produced, with enough fabric to supply a girl’s wardrobe for an entire year, and I truly love them best of all. First of all, they are extremely tight and show off my ass, which I feel is no longer something I need to hide from people. But best of all, they serve as a warning. The 1,000 refers to the number of people I’ve caused to pass out into comas upon sniffing my farts. Back when I was a smaller girl, I had farts that nearly caused people to pass out, but now as a giantess, my farts are so much bigger, in scale at least, that the fumes really become too much for many people. The 1,000 figure is defiantly on the low end, I’m very certain I’ve done much more than 1,000, it’s just hard to determine the accurate number. Certainly when I did that work during the summer over in Afghanistan I had to bring a few hundred to their knees and blacked out from some of my farts over there, Middle Eastern food has a way to bring out the truly nasty inside of me. But regardless of all of that, I was very proud of the fact that I could take out numbers of people with my gas. Imagine, thousands of people have fallen into comas, straight up comas, from just smelling my farts. I think I’m way beyond being just a gassy girl! Speaking of which….

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The best part about being huge was the extra ability to break wind of a larger magnitude. And not only that, but I have picked up an incredible ability to rip multiple farts in a row of that strength. Something I hadn’t considered until I was large and in charge. I picked up my right leg and held it up against my vast rear end and just killed it with a nice and ripe stinker of a fart. The fart shook the ground around me and my cleaners and sister and cousin were able to feel the shockwaves from the bubbly loud blaster as the fart echoed throughout the region. The monster went on for nearly 40 seconds as I felt this foul-smelling rotten egg aroma pass through my clean panties and pants with the smell of pure shit and beans. A fog of green air began to fill the space outside of my ass as the stench of my fart started to gain in strength and power. But only a few seconds after I had ripped my first fart, I unloaded another minute and a half worth of my foul-smelling gas in the course of three more wet and bassy farts. Once I was finished with my latest outburst, I pinched my nose for a moment as I found that my gassy glory was already a bit stronger this morning that previously. Damn that Mexican food is still going strong in my system; it was hard to tell if breakfast had even hit me yet! I started to fan the area around my glorious booty. Fog appeared in my glasses as I felt the heat of this fart all over, it was a good thing I was standing or else my number of people brought into a coma would have increased by about 30. The cleaners were finally leaving the entire site as Sam and Briana were heading toward the site where a special helicopter would take them up to the city. Down below, I heard Briana screaming but couldn’t get fully what she was saying. She regretted it when I lowered my body to be more in earshot of her, releasing more of my pent-up gas from my beautiful pants into their faces. Both Briana and Sam were knocked down to the ground as my green toxic gas brushed their face and caused them to temporarily lose their vision, but only for a second. Standing back up, Briana could do nothing but bitch about my gas.

“Those were some bad ones Kelly!”

“What can I do….I’m a gassy girl.” I said giggling, quite aware that my gas was far beyond the norm for a girl my age, giant or not. Sam on the other hand was a bit more appreciative.

“Don’t worry about her Kelly; you can do whatever you want.” Sam said. After all, he was always a proponent of my farts, ever since that twerp was caught sniffing my dump after I unloaded a massive load at a 4th of July picnic, and loved them now at my enlarged size. Of course it took the two of them time to adjust to my massive farts. When they were within my butthole everything smelled like my gas, so they got used to it. But now that they have access to the free clean air, they get viciously attacked by my flatulence when it strikes and they fall back like everyone else.

“Still, you need to be holding in some of that when you’re in front of all those people.”

“How about no.” I laughed as I quickly moved my ass over in the direction of Briana and let loose a rather small fart.

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With my ass hovering over her body, even a small fart like that was enough to finally put her out, for about five minutes at least. It was small, but still packed a punch with all the usual bad smells one could equate to a fart like that. A fart of that power could have stunk up my house five times over with the rotten stench ever concocted by my own bowels, but here it was just a small fart. Sam waved the air around him as he quickly backed away to appreciate my grandeur from a safer distance. Finally he was able to compliment the master.

“Good one Kelly.”

“Thanks….maybe I should check the rating on that one!” I said laughing as I pulled out my phone and waved it around my ass. Built into my phone, at normal-people size, was a sensing device that recorded my fart’s power. Some people from the federal government got a hold of me one day last Spring to see if they could quantify the intensity of my farts. Citing that they had “experience” in such matters, they created some sort of formula that the computer (which is more or less an actual computer) inside my phone would pick up on the sound, stench and windiness of my fart and come up with a reading on how bad my fart. Together, it came up to a cumulative score known as the Kelly Fart Unit. Briana was also given a smaller version of the device to test on her own farts, rating some of her worse up to about 15, not bad since the average human did between 5 and 10. As for mine, my worse have been around 150. For this latest small outburst of female gas, about 25.

“It is pretty small….I’ll do better today.” I said with a snicker in my voice as I located one of the five cans of Kelly Baked Beans and opened the top off. I gulped the entire can of beans in only three minutes time with a swig or two left of the milk that was still in my water tower. The beans started flowing through me setting the stage for some pretty potent farts. The beans were specially engineered for my bowels to really enhance the overall power of them, and it wasn’t like they needed any more power. Another few minutes passed as I cleaned up my face a little and grabbed my giant phone and placed it in the front pocket of my pants as I readied myself for the hike up to Columbus.
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