The Jeans Model makes it Big

THE JEANS MODEL MAKES IT BIG

By: SellCon2762

The sturdy fabrics that comprised the stitching of the denim were working under a consistent pressure. Together the fabrics were expanding and adding more to their length while slowly but surely sacrificing durability. It would be some time before it finally would become critical but now there was an overwhelming consistent on part of the denim fabrics that a tightness was being achieved that was not sustainable for longtime usage. The seams were being stretched; even at their considerate size there was just so much a piece of clothing could do to holdback such power. And not helping matters was the movement, particularly in the upper third of the jeans. There was too much force being applied to the denim, at fast intervals that was slowly wearing it down. On a normal person the denim would be able to handle the pressure gently, wearing out over a much extended period of time, but around the posterior of a girl like Emily Higgins the pressure was tremendous. The blue jeans that hugged her lower body were brand new, but jeans had a short life expectancy covering up the mounds of buttock flesh that bestowed the 20-year old female. Inch by inch and pound by pound, she had the greatest rear end of any female in the city and perhaps the country, there might be only a few dozen people on the planet that had a more precocious pair of asscheeks than Emily, and the 20-year old’s ass was still growing, bigger and more powerful, the blue jeans were finding out firsthand just how hard it was to constrain such wobbling mounds of flesh. In the end Emily’s ass would win, they always did.

Thankfully, her grey colored hoodie helped to conceal the true size of her rear for those as she climbed up the giant red steps of the bleachers that occupied the northern side of Times Square. Each movement up those steps increased the pressure on the denim fabric that the walking as Emily felt the tight, yet comfortable, fit of her jeans wear on. What was different this time was the fact that the bleachers were completely vacated; she had the whole thing to herself. Down below on the street stood Tyler Morgan, along with a gathering of a dozen photographers. Still Emily focused more on her admirer, who was wearing a light white-colored button-up shirt and a pair of coal-colored jeans, his blond hair was waving around whimsyly against the modest wind blowing down the canyon-like environment of the irregularly-oriented street plaza. He looked quite dreamy to her eyes, one of the first guys to take a genuine interest in her, she wanted to strut her stuff and impress him. Unbeknownst to anyone else however, her stomach was working like a machine as it processed the large amount of Taco Bell that Emily had ingested at Penn Station on her way in. Despite knowing that such a meal might cause her some gastric distress she was too hungry not to pass it up. Six soft shell tacos, six bean burritos and two bowls of black beans later she felt full and ready to take on the world.

Emily had stopped about five steps up from the ground as she looked back at the photographers, taking their pictures of the newest thing to hit the Big Apple. She could not believe the attention that was being thrown her way. Ever since she started modeling for Musgrave she began to realize that she was quite the commodity. It was a far cry from the current situation back in her own apartment. Her roommate Jackie had been working less and less and Emily had to pick up the slack more and more with her work at the Mexican restaurant in New Jersey. There was even a discussion with her roommate where Jackie admitted that she was wanting to return home to Indiana once the rent was up, which was going to leave Emily high and dry without a place to stay. And unlike her roommate, who was beginning to realize that New York wasn’t the place for her, Emily had found a newfound success in the greatest city in the world.

Three months in from beginning her modeling career and Emily was already a hit. Her ass commanded the eyeballs of anyone who saw it. It had been quite a thing that something so incredible had been missed by so many in the past. Now everyone couldn’t get more of it. Sales for jeans were already beginning to increase for the Musgrave company, with girls wanting to immolate the look of Emily’s ass pressed up against the tightening jeans. Everyone wanted her ass, or at least the opportunity to look at it, and the overworked restaurant worker was more than willing to let the spotlight be shown upon her glorious rear. The photographers were busy capturing the image of her walking around in her jeans, but they were waiting for her to turn her backside at them. Having already been coached in the art of good photography Emily was just giving them a little bit at first as she moved around, so incredible that she had these bleachers to herself. Past the photographers there were scores of other people, who had wondered what the whole thing was about. Emily then turned so that her backside was facing the photographers. Grinning to herself she stuck her ass out a little within her blue jeans and watched the crowd go wild.

Standing further back in the crowd was none other than Dan Carvelone, the bald headed photographer who first witnessed the “power” of Emily’s giant ass. He stood there with his hands crossed as he cursed the attention that Emily was getting. It wasn’t enough for him that someone as plain and ordinary as Emily was getting all of this attention; it was his hatred for what she did to him that original day. Since then he had wrapped around the idea that Emily had farted on him with purpose and that she was out destroy any kind of appreciation for the finer woman. Or something to that affect. He couldn’t help but to look at her however, her ass hugging tightly against those jeans. Why on Earth did it have to be her, he thought. He could still smell it in his mind, the awful aroma of Emily’s rotten broccoli-fueled farts. The same that polluted his studio and then forced his entire company to turn on him in order to protect this nobody with the ungodly huge ass. He resented her, parading her ass around in those jeans, how could any of this get worse for him?

She felt the pressure increase on her blue jeans, more ass than any piece of clothing had ever contained was now stressing out the denim as she presented her two tremendous buttocks toward the photographers, everyone went quiet. With the exception of the clicking sounds and the near constant flash of the cameras there was a stunned silence as Emily’s ass was looked upon. It was a work of art, it was gigantic, it was all-powerful, it was tremendous. No one could believe what they were seeing; even the Kardashians would have trouble keeping up with such a hefty piece of rear frontage. The blue jeans Emily was wearing were special, they were trying their best to hold in her beyond-globe sized cheeks of her hindquarters, but they could only do so much. But there was something about the fabric of THIS particular pair of jeans that no one yet knew about. All blue jeans were made in a similar fashion, but this one had a rather unique reaction when exposed to camera flashes. Emily looked up at the flashing billboards of the north end of Times Square as she smiled with the adoration she was getting. It was at that moment she felt something in her gut, perhaps it was her gas starting to build up in her rectum. She couldn’t drop a bomb yet she thought, but then she felt her tennis shoes lose their balance on one of the steps, and she quickly had to move back. That’s when she noticed it; her feet were a little bit bigger.

She thought it was a weird sensation but didn’t pay it too much attention, she figured she just lost balance there for a moment, but then she looked out toward the photographers and saw that they were taking even more pictures, something about her was making them crave for more and more of Emily. And so, she gave them more of her. The feeling that was just in her gut became manifest and she gained an inch, then two, then three, slowly there was a sudden rise in height in Emily’s body. Her feet were expanding, with her tennis shoes coming along for the ride, getting larger, her shoe size would soon put professional basketball players to shame and that was only the beginning. It was a deepening feeling in her gut as she looked back and noticed a sudden change in her eye’s elevation. She was no longer looking at the top of the monument that stood in front of the bleachers in the north end of Times Square, her eyes were over it. There was a smile on her face, something extraordinary was happening and she knew it. Emily knew the world’s desire for large butts and was about to give them a masterpiece. Bigger than just big, Emily was quickly growing the most incredible tight bubble butt in the world.

Her butt grew and grew. Her denim jeans rode farther and farther up until they were deep within her crotch. They held tightly against her body, not bursting as she would have thought, but holding up nicely against her ass. Her clothing seemed to be changing its size as she grew larger. There were more sounds coming from her jeans as her ass swelled so big it looked like it would just explode. The jeans were growing larger too, but the growth of her ass was very slightly faster than that of her jeans. Looking up at her butt with both hands Tyler began drooling, as they grew larger and larger before his eyes. Emily had pointed her rear back at the photographers as her height was shooting past 15 feet in height. It was only a matter of time before the entire bleachers would collapse. As the passerbys starting realizing that something was up they slowly backed away, while taking pictures of the growing female. Those inside the TKTS booth that was underneath the bleachers heard the shaking on their roof and immediately evacuated the structure.

The seam split down the middle as her ass swelled in one big motion. It looked like someone had pumped her ass up with air. Perfect round cheeks, hard and tight, burst forth from the overburdened jeans. Something was transforming her already tremendous piece of real estate into something off the charts. Her hips were almost twice as wide as they once had been and her ass was now bigger than any ass anyone had ever imagined. Bigger and bigger she grew, Emily started taking in deep breaths as she still heard the flashes from the cameras behind her, these people were now taking pictures of the largest human in the world. Of all the people it was her. Emily had recalled being somewhat short compared to a lot of the males in her high school but now she was standing at a height of 20 feet and getting even taller. They couldn’t even reach the level of her gigantic ass, which was now the star of the show. Her grey hoodie was getting a little smaller as she felt her chest enlarging as well. Now the world was also going to find out that she was packing a pretty respectable rack up there as well. Not that her breasts were breathtaking or not, they were now the largest pair of tits bestowed upon any female in the whole world. And if Emily’s breasts were going to be the biggest, so be it. That’s when she felt her shoes finally force too much weight onto the ticket stand. The bleachers collapsed as Emily was now weighing more than a ton in height. It was becoming all too real for those around her; she was getting larger and larger.

The scene breaking out in Times Square was one of awe as more space was being created. Emily Higgins, a 20-year old girl with a brown ponytail, a grey hoodie and tight blue jeans was becoming a giantess before all of those in the busiest intersection in the world. Now a minute into her growth and all eyes were on her, and her wobbling gigantic twin globes of gluteal power. Everyone wanted a picture of this now, so camera phones were out and taking flash images of Emily’s out-of-this-world ass. As she approached 40 feet in height her ass must have been a cool 8 feet in width and getting even larger. It stood out in her blue jeans, which were holding their position. The denim fabric was expanding along with her clothing. Even her panties were getting bigger along with Emily’s worn-out bra, which she didn’t know was capable of getting bigger along with her body. Her breasts were becoming even firmer too, expanding slightly to what she would consider something near the DD range, if it weren’t for her bust-line being longer than the height of normal people. As the bleachers below her were being crushed behind her feet she looked up at the building and saw that it wasn’t that big of a building any more. She used to be amazed at all the tall buildings and billboards in Times Square, but it was slowly becoming easier to appreciate as her height increased to level herself with more of it. The buildings still loomed over her but as she felt it she still had plenty of growth yet to come. Which meant her ass was still going to get larger and larger.

But there was that grumbling in her stomach, the Taco Bell was coming with a vengeance and the crowd was growing beneath her. Both Seventh Avenue and Broadway were shutting down as scores of people were running toward the plaza, hearing in rapid time about the sudden growth of this beautiful big-bottomed female in the heart of New York City. Among those in the crowd was Tyler, who was having a mental heart attack over the prospect of this lovely young female growing bigger and bigger. There was a sound that continued as Emily continued to ascend; it was the sound of denim stretching more and more. She was able to command the jeans to expand along with her, as the photographers continued taking their pictures. They had to angle their cameras at a higher angle as they continued to move further back from where the bleachers used to be located. Emily’s feet was now picking up feet in width and length as she was almost at the point of the edges of her dirty tennis shoes were now spilling out onto the pavement of the closed streets around her. Numerous people were standing next to the rotten-smelling 20-year old’s sneakers as the smell of hard working girl feet sweat was creating a small zone of putridness. They were smelling four hours of extra work at a Mexican restaurant along with a lot of walking in those giant shoes.

The denim in her jeans continued to add more structure as the clothing grew along with Emily. There was almost a magical presence in her clothing as her jeans expanded with her ass. Still there was more and more of a difference between her already wide thighs and enlarging ass. The cameras were going crazy as her ass filled more space in both her jeans and in their camera views. Crowds had to continue backing up as Emily’s size continued to increase. While Musgrave and Tyler had known already about the grandeur of her gigantic rear end the world was now just getting to see how special the globes of Emily’s ass were. People from all over want to see her ass now, they watched the accession of Emily’s ass into godhood as they watched the transformation before their eyes. It was a temple, a place for all to see in true glory. It’s just a female’s rear end but it was also the Perfect Bubble Butt, a true Holy Grail of asses, a rear end for all the world to see themselves as inferior too. Growing bigger and bigger there was no denying out the vast size of Emily’s rear.

The top of her asscheeks pushed up the grey hoodie as that piece of clothing was shrinking just a little. At the top of Emily’s jeans a little of her white panty line was visible. They had grown along with her body as her butt added pound for pound more real estate by the second. Soon she was over 200 feet in height and still growing taller and taller. Emily’s blue jeans were tightening even more, getting close to leaving no space between her lovely legs and curvy protruding ass. Up front her breasts added wobbly fat to their size, protruding outwards as her grey hoodie was tightening around her torso, with the bottom now a couple of “inches” north of her waist. She was amazed at how much larger she was getting by the second; she could feel her feet push taxi cars to the side as their drivers had abandoned their vehicles during her continuous growth. She was looking up as her eye level went higher on the digital billboards of the north tower of Times Square. Down below she now had a vantage point that was similar to that of the New Year’s Eve Ball Drop. The crowd below looked smaller and smaller.

There were two emotions going on at the same time in the mind of the budding giantess. The first was that of awesome. Ever since she had been told about how unique her rear was, as well as her personality in general, she began to appreciate herself as someone more special. Growing bigger and bigger, she felt a higher superiority than she had ever experienced before. For once she was more than a waitress at a Mexican restaurant in New Jersey. She was more than the girl from the small town, who lived in a beat-up apartment with a dead beat roommate. She was becoming more than that by the second, the bigger she was becoming the more respect she would command. People would now learn the name Emily Higgins. The second emotion, that Taco Bell meal was biting back at her. A pain was doubling as the gas building up in her stomach was increasing in size along with her body. She already had enough of a payload to stink up a large swath of the square at her normal size, but now she feared that she was bolstering up a really hideous gas bomb. Now if she could only find the right place to fart.

Tyler was standing somewhere in the crowd as he watched Emily ascend higher and higher. The buildings of Times Square were still technically higher to higher, but they now appeared no different in height to her as the slightly taller basketball players back in her home town. He saw that the photographers were still taking pictures of Emily and he struck upon the idea of what was causing her to grow. He mashed his way through the massive crowd that had formed in the square, nearly in a giant mosh pit that was starting to back away as her feet continued to gain size. Finally he had reached the cluster of photographers, still marveling at the giant girl before them. Some of them were stupid enough to believe that this was part of a new advertising campaign for Musgrave. They were ready to congratulate Tyler for really thinking outside of the box on this one, but he was having none of it. He ordered them to stop taking pictures. He had a theory that the flashes would stop Emily’s growth and while she was getting bigger and bigger, he wasn’t quite ready for the prospect of her out-growing Manhattan. The flashes stopped as the photographers for once agreed that they had enough pictures of the budding giantess, and there was a sudden calm in the air as Emily felt her growth as complete. She had stopped, but not before pushing over 300 feet in height.

There was a hush of silence over Times Square as everyone had to stop and admire the towering beauty over them. Her tennis shoes, an off-brand pair from Walmart were the first thing people saw, standing 14 feet high into the air. You could make out the creases and wrinkles against the well-worn pair and the stink of what came out of Emily’s partially clean socks made it quite an interesting aroma down near her feet. From there, the bottom of her blue jeans hung rather perfectly just above the opening to her shoes as it traveled upwards high into the air. The blue denim jeans were sticking on her body as one could gaze their appearance upwards toward her calves and close to her knees. From that vantage point they looked like any other ordinary pair of jeans on a girl. She was no bodybuilder so her calf muscles weren’t too prominent, but workable for a working girl like herself. Her knees were at a cool 80 feet up in the air, far out of reach for anyone to get too. There was an idea running through people’s heads about climbing up this giantess. From there her legs fattened up, while her calves weren’t anything to write home about, her thighs were quite big. Not fat, but big, she needed the support for what hovered around her waist.

Across her thighs at horizontal lines you could see the stretching of the jeans, trying their best to hold in the firmness of her upper legs. Once it got to the bottom of her buttocks though only the physical structure of the jeans would be enough to contain the mounds of buttock flesh that she was bestowed with. The denim jeans she wore were designed to fit tight with its waist at the naval and with wide belt loops and high cut front pockets.  Both hugged her ass cheeks with a deep cut center seam and did not hide what she was packing in the back. And in Emily’s case hiding was simply out of the question.  In either case the jean legs were stovepipe cut, very narrow from the hips and further tapering to the cuffed bottom. Jeans had been the enemy of this girl for as long as her ass had been big and this pair was doing no better. Her pockets were plastered on in such a way that she could barely use them, if only to put a small piece of paper in them. She had long learned that she had to put a phone in either her front pocket or somewhere else as she was scared the pressure of the jeans against her ass would make a phone difficult to retrieve. But now the secret was out to the world with Emily standing there, her ass was humongous!

Emily Higgins truly possessed the ass of a goddess. Even when she was 13, her butt was pretty nice, nothing extraordinary, but worthy of a farting demigod such as herself, now, 20 years old and over 300 feet in height and her ass was extraordinary. The two mounds that were technically her glutes were enormous, powerful and daunting to say the least, her butt got people looking at her before but now, they were downright massive. Each buttock was about 50 feet in diameter around. They stood out by at least 40 feet from her edge of her body, they were mindboggling in just their overall size, they commanded all to look at it, to marvel at it and to appreciate, like Tyler had before, just how fortunate people were that it existed. It expanded outward encased in the blue denim of her jeans like a temple destined to be worshiped and glorified. You had to look at it for a minute or two to see the cute curves of her body form those two perfect cheeks that met in her crack. They created a canyon of butt crack that could easily fit a car inside, almost nearly a city bus, deep inside the chasm of hard working girl butt crack. The smell and moisture just there alone must have been unbearable, for a girl on the move. She had showered this morning but time had passed that even the minuscular amount of body soap was losing its impact. Her natural sweat and stench was overtaking everything around her ass. It was massive and powerful but it was also pungent in a way that people were not yet aware of.

As for the upper part of her body, her grey hoodie was something that she had just thrown on, so it wasn’t the cleanest piece of clothing either. But it was the front of the hoodie that had caught the attention of those who were standing in front of her, as her backside was exposed to the majority of the people in Times Square. Those in front looked up to see two even higher-up wobbling mounds of flesh. Emily’s chest had expanded rather nicely, but still in relative proportion. She had watched as bigger bustier girls had their way around her high school, strutting their stuff while she only had a gigantic, but unnoticeable ass to boot. She was sometimes jealous of their budding breasts, that’s what the guys liked after all. But now there was no denying it, her breasts were spectacular. They extended outwards from her chest about 25 feet from where her torso was, they pressed against the grey hoodie with ridiculous taunt. She quickly unzipped the top of her hoodie to allow for what was a deep cavern of cleavage to be exposed for those who had a good eyelevel to view it, only 240 feet up from the ground. But as with the rest of her body, the breasts had their own sweaty odor with them, the heat of growing up had made the girl sweat everywhere; even her jeans were coated with a very tiny layer of sweat.

Finally at the top, she looked like a million bucks, or at least in her vantage point. No one could deny that she didn’t have the cutest face, but at her size her face was as gorgeous as it could be. Her brown ponytail was waving in the breeze as she caught an air current that had brushed down one of the canyons of skyscrapers. She smiled as she looked at the highest video screen in the square, which was now showing an image of her. She marveled at the camera view of her ass, it confirmed what she already knew; she had a really large ass. The world was now focused on her and for once all of her problems were nothing. Being humongous was going to be awesome. There was late breaking news all over the country; everyone was being shown the image of this giant female with the incredibly large ass. Back home in Indiana, the news had reached her small town as people were spellbound by the sight of such a giantess. Standing at over 300 feet Emily was massive, weighing over 8,000 tons and creating so much backside that it practically needed its own zip code. It once Emily’s mother had turned on the television and noticed the jean-cladded rear that she nearly had a heart attack, at the very least she had a mental one. She had seen that ass before and when the camera zoomed out to show the full-sized female she knew it in her heart to be her very own daughter. Calling the family downstairs she had a hundred emotions running at the same time, how as the family going to believe this?

Standing next to Tyler in the front was Dan, who was stammering, trying to figure what to say over such growth. Tyler was praising Emily, talking about how large she had gotten. Didn’t she look amazing, he asked Dan? Don’t those jeans look good on her, he asked. Dan did not reply. Looking at the globes of booty stuffed in those blue jeans, his mouth was drooling. The look in his eyes was the same. He was staring at those cheeks of Emily’s. Very ill-proportioned for a girl with her body composition. Each cheek had to weigh at least half a ton, a superpower of their own. Her ass already turned eyes at her normal size, but here they were simply unstoppable. The jeans were huge on her body, there had to be more denim fabric covering each cheek than could be laid it down the entire length of Broadway, at least in the center of the city. And yet the jeans were holding. What was with this pair of jeans, Dan thought. His mind was focused, hypnotized by the virtue and beauty of Emily’s ass. At long last she had quashed her critics. Even those who hated her or thought she was not beautiful at all, namely Dan, now appreciated her for what she possessed. The greatest ass in the world. Dan admitted it; he shouted it to Tyler who for once agreed with him wholeheartedly. But then the two heard an ominous noise.

There was a grumbling sound, one far louder and deafening. It was the sound of an upset stomach, one that was churning away at a very unhealthy meal of Taco Bell. Down below Tyler was getting a little concerned. There was something he knew already and that was Emily was allowed to keep her jeans after photoshoots. He thought it was just to be nice to her, but there in fact was another reason: the damage she inflicted upon them with her gassy outbursts. It wasn’t just because of the fact that her ass had molded them into an impossible shape that only she could reuse. It was also the fact that once her putrid anal winds pierced through the fabric they would become stained with her stink forever. The grumbling sound in her tummy continued as Emily patted her stomach, she knew that she had to let one go. But there was nowhere to go that she could do this alone, looking back behind her she said something, inaudible by most, but a small phrase that warned people to back away. The grumbling sound soon echoed off the edges of Times Square as more and more people were getting concerned that this giantess was about ready to explode. Finally, the giantess model spoke; testing her voice to make sure it was louder this time. There was no doubt that anyone could hear her now as she turned her head toward her right and moved backwards a short distance.

“Sorry.” Emily said as she felt a surge of gas blow through her rectum with practically no warning. It was going to happen, there was too much building, way too much buildup and she had to push one out now! A darkness started to increase on the people as her monster-sized butt push outwards. With her hands resting on her knees she squatted very slightly with her ass pointed directly in the heart of Times Square. People looked up in awe; they still didn’t know what was going on. Cameras started flashing up again as the angle of Emily’s ass was even greater than before, how Emily could contain all that booty meat impressed everyone. Emily’s Ass would forever be known as a national treasure after all was said and done. But for more pressing matters, all anyone could see was a giant blue wall that was just Emily’s butt cheeks clad in jeans. That ass loomed with power and authority and everyone was looking at it, hypnotized by it. The crease in between her cheeks, forming along her crack was quite possibly the most uncomfortable place in not only the entire world but perhaps the universe. No one would want to be there facing Emily’s ass when she began to break wind. But there was already a massive crowd in Times Square; she just hoped it wasn’t going to be really bad. It took another 20 seconds for the gas to fill up her rectum but once she began, she began. She grunted as her eyes squinted and she opened up her asshole. Her fart was going to break every bit of record imaginable when it came to farting. Emily had just eaten Taco Bell; her fart was going to be humongous!

“Oh shit!” Dan yelled as he began to run away, he had seen this movie before.

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Emily pressed her hands up against her knees as she squatted a little more, she then felt the gas ready to blow out of her and blowout it did. Those looking up at her jean-cladded rear had no idea what was happening when they heard the giantess complain of gas pain but once she opened up her asshole they knew instantly what was happening. A stream of hot and putrid wind blew out of her asshole and straight down toward the pavement. Dan felt an overbearing wind knock him flat against the sidewalk. He then slowly slipped into a state of unconscioness as he felt the hot and sulfuric winds of Emily’s fart push against his back. This was her ultimate punishment of him, farting down with such intensity that he could not get up. He was on his stomach, whimpering, crying as the sheering hot winds of her gassy explosion was literally keeping him down on the ground. He could feel it around him, the war-like thunder of Emily’s fart. If he had thought that her broccoli farts smelled bad he knew nothing about her Taco Bell farts. Her family hated it when she ate Taco Bell, they would smell it all evening. They would see the mess in the bathroom. They would look back at their big bootied daughter as she created mayhem and devastation from such a volatile meal. Now Dan was motionless on the ground as he had to take it all in.

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At such size and intensity the fart began with a violent eruption, powering its way through her asscrack before departing through her jeans and generating a small but strong stream of gas that was blowing at nearly 70 miles per hour. Those standing right in the line of fire felt their hair blow around as a heat descended upon their heads. And that was just the opening volley; she would soon pick it up to a full blown blast of smelly gas that physically knocked dozens of people off their feet and onto the sidewalk. This was a giantess who was feeling a tremendous amount of gas that had been brewing in her stomach for some time now and she had to let it all out. The major problem was that the sheer amount of it was going to be for the record books. Never before would Emily drop a fart like this and in such a prime location at such a size. Her friends hated her for her Taco Bell farts. Back home she could stink up a car impressively with just a small sized one. Now her farts had become mechanized to produce far more stinkier winds.

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Brewing deep inside the gut of this 20-year old giantess was a kind of aroma that was hard to come by. It had been generated by a digestion system that was adapt to digesting Mexican food and lots of beans. Over time she had been able to manufacture a stink that simply made all other farts smell like roses. Emily’s farts stunk really bad and Times Square was about to get a good solid whiff of it. Her gas came with an overabundance of thiols, a chemical formed by a merging of a sulfur atom and a hydrogen atom. These were chains of carbon and hydrogen with the sulfur and hydrogen thiol group attached to one end. The girl with the really large butt was producing the kind of chemical compounds that were capable of maximum stink. Her gas’s aroma was volatile, and the people below her were quickly finding that out. Breathing it in the smell was atrocious, anything smelled better right now. And it was even worse when she ate beans as her stomach rearranges these chemicals into more potent configurations. Tyler was speechless as he heard this, he now knew why Dan feared her ass, this was a whopper of a fart. What the hell was wrong with her? Tyler was gagging as he moved further back, trying to avoid the too-powerful stink that emerged from Emily’s ass. Out it came wet, bubbly and bassy, the sound was turning her blast into something monumental.

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As her hot steamy gas erupted from her ass there was also her blue jeans to contend with as the smell of her fart expanded to fill up the entire area. Her jeans were stinking of sweat, the same sweat of a girl who had to sit on a train for an hour just to arrive in the city, and walk around and move her giant hunk of female booty flesh. This created yet another unique element to the smell of the fart as it bulldozed its way through her tight blue jeans and out onto the plaza. There was no actual color with the smell of her fart, but you could see a slight blurriness with the air that was right in the pathway of her fart blast. It was a superheated blast that pounded up against the sidewalk, right over one of the “green zones” that costumed characters was allowed to hang out in. There were no characters here as a largening gap was forming between Emily’s giant ass and the residents and visitors of New York. Tyler found himself being pushed back even more as the strength of Emily’s blast continued to intensify. It was a plume of eggy gas that had enough wind to blow him further back. People had gone straight up to screaming as the explosive sound of Emily’s wet Taco Bell-fueled fart barreled its way down the nearby streets and avenues around Times Square. The windows of the ABC Studios were fogging up from the surging temperature of the square. Patrons in surrounding restaurants were trapped as Emily’s mindboggling rotten stench filled every known space around. Even Emily was catching a whiff of this one; she knew it was one of her worst farts.

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Emily was smiling as she continued blasting this one, this was very similar to that fart she had dropped on Dan’s face during her original visit to Musgrave. Back then she had only eaten a little broccoli and cheese but she was still capable to dropping a massive bomb over his face. Now with all the fuel in her stomach she was cutting cheese of an impressive magnitude. It was no different from taking a giant crap into a toilet only this was all gas coming out, pure and unaltered gas. She could smell it fill up not only Times Square but more and more of Midtown Manhattan. The air still looked “clear” but it was obvious to those who caught a whiff of it that it was certainly dirtied. People walking ten blocks away might be noticing nothing and then get hit by the first wave of Emily’s nasty gas. It was certainly a different smell from what they were used to. The sewer actually smelled better than what was wafting out of Emily’s tight jean-cladded rear. In Times Square itself people were running both north and south along Broadway in any direction away from the farting giantess. The square was becoming vacated as more people ran in terror from the continuous sound of the wet and bassy gas erupting from Emily’s ass. She hadn’t even noticed that the fart had run on for half a minute and was showing no signs of stopping. Tyler was starting to freak out over the smell of the fart. It was a smell he had never experienced before. He gagged as he started to run away, suddenly his opinion of the big-butted Emily had changed.

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Back in Indiana, people in Emily’s hometown were watching this scene play out on national television; the whole country was captivated by the scene breaking out in New York City. But it was in the Higgins household that feelings were at their highest. Emily’s mother was mortified beyond belief. She had recognized Emily’s body and the sound of her fart sounded like one of her bigger blasts after Thanksgiving. Her brother was scared, just knowing that his sister was much bigger now and farting like a champ. And her father, he was quite proud. Mr. Higgins had a big smile on her face as he said, “that’s my daughter, just like at the kitchen table.” He encouraged this gross behavior from time to time and found it kind of neat that it was the female in the family who was more willing to break wind. Now she was doing on a gigantic scale. Back in Times Square, Mr. Higgin’s pride and joy was causing such a strain on her jeans that she was fearing the fart cutting a hole into the jeans. Still nothing was stopping this express train of her stink from ceasing. Down in the subway station complex that intersected at Times Square, the stench of her fart was overpowering the people. Scores of people pushed onto any available train that was moving through as the drivers were not yet aware of the chaos taking place around the square. In the center of the square, right below Emily’s ass the ground was shaking as her wet and toxic-smelling fart continued its blast.

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Emily’s fart was roaring like a dinosaur out of her ass, at least that was the way eyewitnesses described it. It was surreal in every aspect of the word. The thumping roar of the fart vibrated against the glass walls of the surrounding buildings. The video screens were having malfunctions as the entire square was being filled with a fog, a genuine fog. It looked no different than a low visibility morning with the right kind of atmospheric conditions. But this fog was nothing but the ghastly stink of Emily’s gas. Tyler had vacated south toward 42nd Street as a perimeter was being set up by the NYPD, who were just now arriving on the scene. Emily continued to push down on the fart as she was on a different wavelength from those below her. To her this was relieving, dropping a metric ton of gas (perhaps literally) and feeling a strange euphoric relief around her body. To everyone else, this was an airborne attack of flatulence that came with it its own chemical attack. The true beauty of Emily’s power was that she wasn’t even trying, she didn’t have to, this was normal for her, albeit a little on the strong side. She just stood there and smiled as she felt the warmth eggy stench of her gas slowly flow out of her body and further into the city.

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Slowly though Emily’s gas tank was being drawn empty, there was still no doubt that this would be her biggest fart ever. Of all the times she had ever dropped a massive thundercloud of flatulence this was up and beyond her best. The smile on her face as she heard the bassy thunder of her fart rumble across the building facades of Times Square gave her pride. Finally after years of irrelevancy, of people looking down on her, on Dan giving her shit and Jackie screwing her, she was letting the world know that she had arrived on the stage. This was now Emily’s world and it was a new and strange feeling to her. Her giant ass beckoned those to admire it for its pure strength. And the one person who was most frightened by this new world was Tyler. Still he gagged over the smell, how did he miss it that this girl could rip stinky farts like this. He shook his head and moaned, this was not the kind of girl he would like to hang out with. Her was crying as he continued to choke of the nasty fumes coming out of this giant who was standing over 300 feet in the heart of the greatest city in the world. Emily was taking New York City by storm and in quite a literal way. A meal from the Penn Station Taco Bell had helped her create a gas cloud that was so thick that nearly all of Times Square was virtually inhabitable. The smell was spreading further and further, Emily’s vile, corrosive and toxic smelling smell. They were now smelling it as far north as Central Park and as far south as Union Square. It reached people’s noses on the Hudson River and the East River and like a lot of Emily’s farts; it still had plenty of strength to spread even more. She was used to clearing rooms in the past with her farts, now she was going to clear the city!

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Emily’s gas continued to stink up to levels that even impressed her. There was something about this gigantic jean-cladded girl that caused her to produce such a profound aroma. As her volcanic fart finally bubbled out into a sharp hissing sound Emily started moaning as she felt her energy depleted from the gastric release. There was a heavy burst of rotten eggs mixed in with the fuming deadliness of her rancid aroma, which was becoming less the traditional fart smell and more the smell of something far more sinister. Her fart had a smell that was well beyond stink bomb levels, a natural malodrorant of the maximum level. The rotten egg component of giant Taco Bell fueled gas was turning her fumes from merely a woman’s flatulence into an organosulfur compound that was partially the same potency of mustard gas. Sure there was the usual oxygen, the methane, the nitrogen and the normal amount of hydrogen sulfide laced into her impressive blast of ass gas, but its toxicity was unmatched. Her monstrous bowels had created the aroma of a giantess that was going to pollute Times Square for nearly a full day. Around her the smell continued to spread. Tyler was on the ground, passed out from such a gassy release, she didn’t realize it yet just how much out in the cold he was. Emily was still pushing out the fart, but she was nearly empty.

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The last few seconds of the fart was just a hissing mess of wet gas that left a damp stain against her panties. It wasn’t a shart but she wasn’t too far off from producing that kind of stinkiness. There was no doubt in her mind though that this was her smelliest fart ever. As the fart ended there was one last whooshing effect as a mushroom-shaped cloud, of sorts, filled up the square as the dense stink was pushed further across the city. Manhattan’s dominant grid alignment helped to channel her flatus around Midtown Manhattan. Each avenue carried her stinky gaseous fog up and down. Unlike the vehicular traffic along the roadways the gas traveled both uptown and downtown. The cross streets likewise had channelized versions of the gas and the closer the space was the smellier her gas. The warm putrid aroma of Emily’s giant Taco Bell fart would eventually make it across Manhattan and into the outer boroughs. A light green cloud would form over the city, formed by the condensation of Emily’s giant wet fart and the maritime winds of the city. Emily’s gas cloud would remain for the next few hours before finally dissipating; it was that strong of an aroma. Emily upon the completion of her minute-long outburst of toxic flatulence smiled once more as she expressed approval in her bowels.

“That is such a relief!” Emily said as she fanned the back of her giant ass. There was no one around her to admire the gigantic size of her glorious behind. She finally looked behind her to discover a quiet Times Square. There was a sound of sirens going off around her but nothing too close to where she had cut this foulest of cheeses. Down on the ground she smile as she saw Dan knocked out, for the second time she had gotten him good with a fart. But it was Tyler who was several blocks down the street that caught her vision. Standing there he had his hands covering his face as he continued to feel discomfort over Emily’s awful gas. The gas was nearly destroying his insides, giving him a dosage of some of the most potent chemical reactions in vaporal form ever. Soon he collapsed on the floor, but not before cursing Emily’s name.

“Emily! That is rank!” He yelled, with a voice that was starting to sound a little more familiar than it should have been.

That’s when she caught her first real whiff of the fart. Her facial expression expressed the fact that she was suddenly disgusted by the smell. It built itself up within her nostrils. Whiff after whiff of this fart was infusing her mind with something that was nearly lethal, even to her own nose. Where did she ever get the idea that eating all of this food was good for her. She used to love Taco Bell back home, but if it caused her to fart like this then she had to cut down on her diet. She fanned more of the gas away from her ass but still she couldn’t get rid of the fact that the strongest amount of the smelly wind was concentrated right there in Times Square. There was no way about it, Emily had dropped a nuke out there and the fallout was real.

And that’s when it finally affect her, the smell was real. Each whiff of her gas confirmed it; this came out of her ass, her beautiful, bold and giant rear end. The smell was real. What crawled up her ass to die, she was asking herself. There was something so diabolical, so nasty about this aroma that even she was repelled by it. She soon began to gag as the smell grew stronger; something about Emily’s flatulence was starting to cause problems on her system as her lungs begged her to stop inhaling this stuff. The smell was hot and stuffy, wet and foggy and could kill animals on sight. Rotten eggs had no idea that Emily had created a substance that could make them smell like roses. Anything bad smelled like roses. Emily’s fart had to the be the foulest thing that have ever been created in the universe. And the smell was real. Why was the smell real?

“EMILY, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” She heard screaming but didn’t know who it was until she snapped out of her senses. She was lying down in her bed with her blanket thrown off. Opening her eyes she was back in her bedroom, but the smell of that bedroom was as real as what had filled up New York City. Slowly gaining her senses she took in another whiff and gagged profoundly. She got up out of her bed, wearing only a bra and a beat-up pair of panties. Her air smelled atrociously bad, it was like there was a stink fog in here as well. She heard her roommate open up her door to immediately close it, the smell was that bad.

“Em….Jesus Christ!” Jackie had closed the door in two second flat, finishing off her curse as she rushed back down the hallway. The smell was pretty bad throughout the apartment but in Emily’s bedroom it was ten times worse, maybe even twenty times worse. Emily was sweating as she figured that her fart had raised the temperature up a dozen degrees. She walked over toward the window of her bedroom and opened it. It would take quite some time to clear out the bedroom after this extreme case of Morning Thunder. She looked back at her desk, wrappers from Taco Bell littered the place, she must have eaten a lot there. Just then she pressed up against her stomach and ripped another beaut.

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“Damn.” Emily said as she ripped another wet and juicy fart. The smell was the same, only getting worse. It was rotten and getting stinkier. Her nose crinkled as she fanned the air around her face. She felt her panties get even dirtier with the foul smoggy wind from her bowels. She then looked down at her phone, there was a text message waiting for her.
“Hey Emily, looking forward to your first day. I’ll meet you in Times Square at noon.” The message was from Tyler. She looked down at the time and saw it was 10:30. It was for her first photoshoot with Musgrave. She had to get ready to leave. But she wasn’t worried about being late for her first photoshoot, that wasn’t a problem for her….

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It was dealing with the fact that she still had a lot of gas left in her.