The Night My Sister had Bad Gas - Part 01

THE NIGHT MY SISTER HAD BAD GAS

By: SellCon2762

Samantha Fernley’s brother back here once again for another riveting tale about my sister and her ever-increasing farting. You see, my sister has grown up a little bit since I last talked about her, she's grown a couple of inches since her gassy outburst last Easter. That’s right, TWO INCHES, back on Easter she stood at a height of 5’6, an inch shorter than me, now she’s 5’8 in height, so as tall as me now. And her weight was probably about 15 pounds more now that what it was. From what I could guess the growth has more to do with her suddenly increased metabolism and constant eating. Samantha's been eating a whole lot more now, probably to appease her brother and his appetite for her farts. The fact that it has made her a little bigger all around has been an added benefit. Our parents gave her more privileges, more in allowance and overall more respect. As she was a sweet girl this was rewarded back at us with her still being the dotting daughter that honestly deviated very little from her original behavior.

But back to Samantha, the point most of you are probably interested in is her gas. Well, to put it very short terms, her gas is much worse now. With her increase in size her diet’s more than doubled, even by my own active standards and her gas output has probably tripled from what it was when I first discovered my sister’s power. My sister still gets gas in random bursts as she did before, but the degree of her gas on a day-to-day basis is now much different. On a regular basis without much effort she can fart up to 50 times per day, dropping farts that are still pretty bad and stink up her bedroom with something fierce. Then there are the days she gets “the farts,” and that’s when you can starting saying your prayers. Our family and her friends are used to it by now, but still there’s nothing quite like experiencing a day when my sister has “the farts” now, only it’s more like a case of “the SUPER-FARTS” than anything else. Farting up to 300 times a day is more likely, with multiple farts lasting a long time and silent gut-wrenching bursts of foul wind that can easily stink up her entire school. Egg salad still brings her absolute worst gas, but now she’s discovering that Taco Bell can induce “the farts” in her as well and as for Mexican food, well look out nonetheless. My sister now lives a gas cycle in which her regular everyday farts are incredibly bad and her really gassy days are insanely bad and her EPICALLY GASSY DAYS are nearly lethal. It’s a new reality that I’ve come to live with, and enjoy.

This brings me to what happened to be another epic night. It wasn’t just any night, it was the one of the Big Game, the one that everyone looks forward to watching, the granddaddy of all events, a game so big it’s considered an unofficially American holiday, the Super Bowl. My parents were heading out to a friend’s house to watch the game and I was going to watch it at home….with my sister. As I previously mentioned, she’s not a sports person, at all. Despite the fact that she was called up numerous times to join the school volleyball and basketball teams, even with promises that they’d help her learn the game, she refuses to participate in any real sporting activity, it just never suited her.

Academic contests were a whole different matter, but anything physical, nope, even if she could easily beat up any one person in the school she refused to do so. So back to the big game, Samantha owed me for something back over the holidays, for the moment I’ll keep quiet about what it was, but I did something big for her and we came to the agreement that she would watch the Super Bowl with me as payment. Knowing me though, it gives me yet another chance to breathe in some of her gas, since her gas had picked up ever since that thing happened with her getting bigger and all there has been a desire of mine to smell her smelliest of farts, a few times she was able to oblige me. Even she was dismayed by how quickly I had adapted to her gas. Thanksgiving provided some amazing farts, and Christmastime did as well, but now it was time for yet another “holiday” where feasting was considered one of the events and this time she would outdo herself. Just as the two football teams in California were preparing themselves for the game of their lives, she was preparing for the farts of her life and I was waiting.

“I think you two can handle yourselves, though I am surprise that she’s going to watch the game with you.” My father said as he finished up loading a few food items into my family’s car as he and my mother got dressed up their winter coats.

“I thought I’d just broaden the horizons of my little sister…that’s all.” I said as Samantha walked into the kitchen.

“Little? Ha! Growing bigger I'd say!” She said laughing as she took a look in the refrigerator, looking around for some food items, I didn’t see at the moment what it was but I know she had been loading up on some egg salad most of the day.

“Well, you’re still our little girl.” My dad replied as he kissed her on the forehead. She was still taller than her but there was no doubt that she had filled up in other ways, she was getting bigger to his eyes. Our mother was shorter than me so you could tell that Samantha was now taller than she was.

“Love you daddy!” She said giggling as she walked back toward her bedroom. I saw what was in her hand inside that purple Tupperware container.

“Well don’t worry about Sam, she’s just not a sports person, your mother wasn’t either for a long time, but we finally got her to become interested…mostly.” Dad turned around to see his mother wearing a basketball journey underneath her coat. My dad just sighed as he smiled and went up to mom to kiss her.

“Don’t worry about us, we’ll be fine. Now we may be spending some time at Bill’s after the game playing cards so we may be late…just make sure that Sam’s in bed at a decent hour, she does have school after all, as for you, your first class isn’t until….”

“9:00. I’ll be in bed after midnight, it’ll work.”

“Alright then. So, you two enjoy yourselves and we’ll catch you later.” My father hugged me as my mother kissed me on the cheek. They then departed for the garage to begin heading out to his friend’s house. As soon as I heard the garage door close I heard a small rumbling as my sister began walking back into the kitchen. Samantha still had her typical pigtails and glasses; she loved the look and saw no reason to get rid of it. To top off her look she had grown what were nearly the biggest set of breasts in high school and more than likely the largest ass. Her volleyball-shaped asscheeks hung tightly against her faded pair of blue jeans as I saw them move up and down with her every breath. All her eating had mostly added weight in those departments, for such a nerd she was filling up nicely. Her D cup breasts were pressed up against her bed as she wore a white buttoned up shirt with collars and tucked into her pants with a black leather belt hugging her pretty large waist. This only helped to enhance the beauty and out-of-place nature of her remarkable ass. Now she had a butt truly worthy of the powerful farts she was cutting.

“Are they gone?” She asked. I nodded and she farted.
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Man oh man was this a nice one. It was far from her biggest and far from her smelliest but it had just the perfect amount of everything to make it a beautiful fart. For the length of about 25 seconds Samantha began pushing forth a wonderful burst of gas into the kitchen, fouling up the place with something fierce. The walls of the room shook a little as the sound of a bubbly tuba rang out in my ears with the release of this beauty. As the fart continued to be released I was quick to get on my knees and point my face at her blue-jean covered rear end, so high up off the ground that I had to strain my body when kneeling to point my nose at her ass. There I happily breathed in the foul smell of her ultra-eggy fart easily filled the kitchen with yellow haze that was packed with the most putrid wind to ever emerge from a human’s bowels. My face took in the rotten aroma as I noticed a rather distinct sulfuric toxicity behind her gas, a really intense burst of gas that burned my nostrils with something rather wicked. It was not even your typical Samantha fart, it was a little worse than that. Ever since her return from that farting competition she has had much more smellier farts than before.

My geeky sister was laughing her ass off as she heard me gobble up the gas coming out of her ass, she was releasing a rather substantial portion of it and I could certainly feel the blasted heat of her flatulence come up upon my face. This fart was going to hang around the kitchen for a good ten minutes solid before dissipating away, but I loved the aroma. Hell, the smell was probably going to waft around the house for some time. Ever since her “upgrade” in the gas department her gaseous stink has been even better than before and that was something I had never anticipated. To me, her gas was already a heavenly concoction that only came out of the most less-suspected place in my universe. It was already a wondrous thing to smell and to experience; now it was even greater than that. Her fart rumbled its stinky gas across my face and gave me more than enough to intake all of its aura. I counted the seconds as I tried to see how long she would be able to take her gas and release it in a single burst and I was rather surprised to see it at 25 seconds, not a long one by her standards now and not even her longest when I first got to know her abundant gassy episodes, but for the “first one” of the night it was pretty significant. After second number 25 I felt the gas leak end and found myself on my knees as I sniffed up the air around my bedroom and embraced the toxic layering of gas she had now applied to it.

“Wasn’t that wonderful?” Samantha asked as she looked back at me, smiling with approval from her latest outburst.

“Absolutely.”

“Good, cause I got a WHOLE LOT MORE where that’s coming from!” She laughed as she pointed her ass back over and pushed out another five farts of about five seconds in length.

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These five farts were obviously much weaker than the first one, but they nevertheless covered the kitchen with even more of her foul and toxic gas, stinking it up so bad I was forced to open up a window. Sniffing the air like it was I was forced to more or less comply with her. I got up and briefly walked over to the living room to get a little bit less gassy air. Samantha was giggling up a storm as she fanned the gas coming out of her ass. She opened up the refrigerator and took out two giant bowls, each about 15 inches across full of a spicy five-bean chili. Inside were refried, baked, kidney, pinto and black beans, all mushed together with bits of green pepper, cheese, onions, ground beef and tomatoes. One bowl by itself would have been considered large enough for a family of four, but she had two of them and planned on eating them both. She then quickly walked to her bedroom, letting out small farts all the way there and back and brought out her other dish, 20 hard-boiled eggs. And to top things off, she had two small bowls of baked beans. Festering already in her bowels was two tubs of egg salad, which she had been eating since this morning. She drank a protein shake earlier, which she had started doing because I had heard that it caused people to get bad gas and even had a fiber-based cereal with some milk. To say my sister was loaded was one thing, she was armed and dangerous.

“You think you’re going to finish that?” I asked her.

“Oh don’t worry about me….it’s you that should be worried.” She said as she lifted her leg and pushed out three rancid-smelling squealer farts.

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“My research of this game shows that people pig out for the game. And you know how much I like to eat.” She said giggling as she brought the food into the living room. It was a modest-sized room, not really big but not tiny either. A long black leather three-cushion couch was placed against the wall, behind of the some family photos, including a now-outdated family portion with my father and I taller than both my mom and sister. In front of the couch was a long glass table with wooden supports. About five feet away from the table was a long 60-inch high-definition flat-screen TV, which I walked over to turn on to watch the pre-game festivities. Samantha came in walking with the bowls of chili, the hard-boiled eggs and the baked beans. She came back with a whole two-liter of Mountain Dew that should be enough to hold her over. On my end I had some wings that I had heated up from earlier along with a soft drink of my own. Add to that a bag of chips and I was about as set as I could be.

As she lowered the bowls onto the table I began smelling it. It was slowly creeping up on me, I knew what she had been doing, it was a nice silent but deadly fart, but then the smell grew more and more toxic and I began coughing as I heard her giggling back to the kitchen. Over the course of 15 seconds the smell grew in strength as I soon found myself putting my nose underneath my red football jersey. Soon I could tell, even if it was a tiny SBD it was not a normal farts, these were Samantha Farts, and they had that heavy, dense, fog like stench that crept over its victims and robbed them of oxygen as soon as they were exposed to her methane. So when she farted, it reached the noses of other people much sooner. As she walked back into the kitchen to get the last item I could hear her release a soft trumpet sound in amusement as she realized her bowels felt very, VERY full!

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She smiled as the stink filled the kitchen with even more of her gas; it was unlikely that the room would be cleared for some time, though she was kind enough to turn on a nearby fan to at least vent some air out. My sister then walked back to the living room and with each step out came another small, wet fart, blowing the air with some more nasty gas that was already so thick and wet that it was practically visible! I was already impressed with the stench that was coming out of my sister’s ass, and then she sat down as I looked over at the commentators of the football game talk a little more about the teams. It was only a few seconds before I felt it beneath the seat of my jeans, a vibration, a rather lengthy vibration going for more than 20 seconds in length. I could feel it penetrate the cushions of the couch and tremble in such a way that I could almost feel the shaking make its way to my own ass. My dick got hard as I counted the length of this vibrating sensation, it had gone on for almost 30 seconds before it finally finished up. It was only a second later before I heard her laugh, and then I smelled it.

“Oh shit that’s gonna be bad!” She said with a rather strong laugh and then the smell attacked us, calling it bad was one thing, this was evil! My nostrils were used to attack, but this one was a bit more intense than most of her attacks. I would have thought that I was used to smelling my sister’s farts, but she’s become more impressive as time as moved on. A distinct smell of eggs and cabbage hung around the living room, as my sister chuckled some more, looking at my face which had turned red from a lack of breathable air. The seat that my sister was sitting on had become a little too moist and humid for her liking and she had to move a little, allowing for more of her trapped flatulence to fill up the room. The distinct rank odor seeped through throughout the room and it smelled even worse than before.  My sister’s bottom started to get really steamy and warm as she began pushing again. But as if it couldn’t get any worse, she tilted her butt over and the couch began shaking again to the force of another burst of flatulence.

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Another fart, not as long and not as stinky but enough to be considered horrible beyond all reason. My sister was laughing again as I looked at all that gas-producing food in front of her, not even eaten yet. I could see her stomach just a little bit underneath her shirt and was horrified to see that it was very much flat, empty or close to it, you wouldn’t know it by her devious-smelling gas. My sister for some reason was always a big eater as long as I knew her. Our whole family was actually, the grocery bills were high even before my sister had her growth spurt. Samantha ate a whole lot of Mexican food the day she had “the farts” and ever since had been trying to eat larger and larger amounts to produce something similar. I ate a lot myself, but she was now easily the biggest eater of the group, and the worst part was that she never got fat over it, she either used the energy or farted it all out, and she never did any bit of exercise.

“So what about the game?” Samantha finally broke the fart-induced silence as the smell of her most recent blasts had rendered the living room unlivable to most people. Of course I wasn’t most-people; she’d have to do much worse to kick me out.

“What about it?” I asked her.

“It’s just guys talking an all; I thought we were going to see some of this football stuff.”

“We will, it’s the pregame show, they have to talk about the teams and such.”

“The last game was two weeks ago wasn’t it. What haven’t they talked about yet?!” Samantha, despite not being a fan or any sort of expert on the game, was asking a question some had asked before. The pregame show was a spectacle of itself, often starting in the morning before the evening-time football game, with commentators talking about every freaking thing possible. There was a reason I never watched until at least after 6:00.

“Not much.”

“Good, then you won’t mind this….” She leaned over and farted another four times.

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Four more farts, but luckily they were much less potent than the earlier ones. This would go on for another few minutes, as the first commercials went on I was watching them, trying to see whether or not they were funny or made you feel good or whatever, meanwhile she was farting up a storm. In the span of about five minutes she had farted 25 times, and she hadn’t even begun to eat any of her food yet! Finally the boredom of the pregame festivities got to her and she began eating the chili using a large wooden spoon. The sight of her eating was kind of neat. Here she is, a giant nerd in pigtails and black-rimmed glasses and she’s has the bowl of chili on her lap as she takes a spoonful and pushes it into her mouth as her teeth churn through the assortment of beans and onions and peppers before entering her stomach. I could see my erection was going nowhere tonight, not with that. It was the thought of all that food entering her stomach as she ate away, grabbing a hardboiled egg and tearing through it like it was a piece of candy. Grabbing the two liter of Mountain Dew she chugged away at it like it was beer. She was already very gassy and this was only adding fuel to a raging inferno. And while she was eating I could feel them, another five rumbling farts against the couch cushion, each about ten seconds in length, it was pure heaven.

Nearing the beginning of the game, it was time for the national anthem to be sung. While some singer got up on the stage and began singing I noticed my sister looking like a nerd through her glasses as she got into a thinking mode. It was an odd position for her; she looked as if she was analyzing the singer and the way the song was being sung. Sure the singing of the national anthem at the Super Bowl had been criticized before in the past, but not by my sister, but it was usually not my business. Usually when I watch this game with my friends we’re too busy talking to really care about it, but with a newbie in the living room I saw myself watching more of the spectacle stuff taking place beyond just seeing the game from time to time. Toward the end of the anthem I saw my sister shift her position; away with the thinking mode she pressed her left hand against the couch cushion as she leaned over in that direction. The way she was leaning meant only one thing, she was going to fart…and it was going to be a big one!

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OH MY GOD WAS THIS FART HUGE! My sister must have been storing up some major gas on top of what she had been releasing because it showed up right here. The entire couch shook with an earthquake-like fart that absolutely killed it right here. My sister must have been through only a quarter of the bowl of chili but she was already farting out some rather impressive farts. A massive gaseous eruption exploded from underneath her jean-covered bubble butt as she released a rampaging jet burst of gas out of her ass. She sat there with her butt slightly leaned over and let her anus do the rest in pushing the fart out. I looked at her dumbfoundingly as I felt the torrent of foul-smelling gas began to cascade out from her ass onto the couch and into the living room. The fart smelled of beans and sulfur and cheese and caused both of us to feel a little woozy just from inhaling the vast amount of utter stink that formed from the newly-generated fog there in the room. The air temperature there in the kitchen had increased by several degrees due to the unholy gas that had just ruptured its way out from Samantha’s bowels. She was straining as she released this gas bomb but was unaware yet of just how bit it was. Through it all I had completely forgotten that the national anthem was already done.

I used my hands to fan the air away from me as I felt the sheer heat of this fart. Her fart had produced a gas that continued to spread throughout the room, mixing in with Samantha’s more recent gas to produce a gut-wrenching mist of gas vapors that had never graced the living room before. I could now smell the smell of rotten eggs and decaying vegetables as the smell grew in strength and power. It was a painful batch of smelly gas that made the inside of the bedroom look like an explosion had just taken place with dust flying around, only those were gas particles, creating from the enormous fart of this nerdy gassy girl. Samantha’s eyes were opened as she was still wrapping her head around just how big of a fart this was coming out of her rear end. And then the aroma picked up even more and I found myself sniffing up the foul air and pinching her nose with her thumb and index finger as she waved the gas around, all while Samantha looked timid sitting there on the couch as she thought about her next remark upon the end of that fart.

“That was amazing Samantha! Goddamn that one was bad!” I said as she began laughing more as she waved the gas around her. She leaned over and pushed out a couple of small farts of her own as she continued her own constant release of flatulence, but nothing was going to mask away the putrid stink left behind by that last big bubbly blaster.

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And for a brief moment her gas value was shut off as it was time for the coin flip. She grabbed the bowl of chili and began eating again. A minute or so later she was back to farting, over and over again, ten-second farts like clockwork, probably another 15 of them before the game was ready to begin, my sister was beyond a farting machine tonight and I was loving every minute of it. My tall, geeky sister farting up a storm that made the most professional flatist blush with embarrassment of knowing that they weren’t even close to being as good as her. I was very proud to be her brother that night!

Of course, when the ball game finally began there was the one catch to the evening’s events; I had to explain the game to her. Samantha had seen football played before but she had never really paid attention to any of it. As soon as the first play began I had to answer various questions from her.

“What does 2nd and 6 mean?”

“Who’s blue and who’s white?”

“Why are they making a big deal about using the number 50 for the football game?”

“When are they going to hike…or whatever it is, they’re taking forever and the guy keeps on screaming Omaha, what does a city in Nebraska have to do with anything going on here?” I roll my eyes as I explained to her about the concept of a play clock and an audible.

“Oh, and where is this anyway?” She asked, referring to the location of the game.

“Levi’s Stadium, around San Francisco.”

“Levi’s! Cool, just like my jeans, speaking of which!” And with that cue she leans over again and farts out a small storm of flatulence.

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Okay, so saying it was a small storm may have not been the best choice of words. Small nothing, my sister on fire tonight, of course after my numerous encounters with her gas since that first night this was nothing, but that last one had a deafening blowing sound that I’m quite certain was heard all throughout our house, I know I could listen to nothing else besides my sister passing her rancid gas into my face. That last 40-second long fart had to be the worst thing she I had smelled that evening. I coughed and choked and gagged on her smell as she waved my smelly gas back in my direction, her Levi jeans were certainly getting the workout tonight. Her grandiose volumes of gas were polluting the living room to extremely-smelly levels. I could swear that I could taste some of the chili peppers from her chili as I smelled her gas. I looked at her as she continued eating the chili as if her farts were nothing. I was watching as the team was punting the ball away, where I had to explain the fact that you could only get four tries to go ten yards. And after that I had to explain why teams only went three times in certain locations of the field instead of the four they were allowed. Meanwhile, festering within my sister’s bowels was a fuming gas that she wouldn’t even release for those in school. Her farts had left a damp residue within her jeans that was making it more and more difficult for me to breathe, it was like eating rotten eggs and chili peppers in great quantities.

“Oh goodie, a break, give me a minute.” Samantha said getting up off the couch, cutting another three small farts as her jean-covered ass was roughly a foot away from my face, giving me some rather intense smelling gas. I was too busy paying attention to the commercials to care much about her farting near my face but as she walked her way toward the bathroom I thought about a potential dump she may be having. But down there on the couch cushion, which was still trying to rise upwards after being sat down by my heavier-than-me younger sister, was what had to be a foul smelling lingering effect of toxic-smelling gas. Well….I had to do it, you know, smell it. My nose quickly went for the couch as I sniffed up all the repugnant gas that I could get. It was no different from getting high. I could certainly detect the hard boiled eggs and egg salad in this one, it would be a bit too obvious to say it smelled like eggs, but when you smell a Samantha fart they often did. Right now, the smell of a dozen burning eggs filled my nostrils with a powerful aroma that burned its way into my head and infused a sensory overload that almost shut me down there for a brief second. The seat smelled like this, but with a extra juiciness to it, the seat was almost wet from the loads of dangerous ass gas being pushed up against it, and sure enough I heard her clear her voice as I got up and saw her standing there with her hands on her hips.

“Having fun down there?”

“Of course.”

“Good, cause there was this funny commercial on just a moment ago, something about a horse doing something. I don’t know what it was for, but it was actually kind of hilarious.” She said as I looked back on the screen and saw that the game was back on. I made room for her as she sat back down on the seat, pushing forth a deep rumbling fart into the seat in the process. A smile crept on her face as she felt the hammer being dropped with her next fart.

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Samantha pushed out three more farts as she laughed a little bit more. And just to show her gas still kicking strong she leaned over one more time and pushed out thunderous butt blast, thankfully only lasting 30 seconds in length this time.

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“That just ain’t right!” I said in a playful manner as I almost came to tears as she finished up the release of her mammoth fart. This one shook the couch with about as devastating of a fart as anyone could imagine. Just the power it had was unfathomable in every respect. It left over a small fog of wickedly bad wind that merged with her already substantial gaseous deposit to coat the living room with more gas. The smell of rotten meat mixed with cabbage and cheese wafted through both of our noses. It was long, massive and so powerful that the gust of wind blew a napkin off the table as she had angled her butt just so slightly. It was cool to see my sister’s big butt release this rotten, warm fart gas out of her ass as the air was polluted with her flatulence. Such a fart would deserve more attention than this. But I shrugged it off and continued the conversation with her.

“You should have seen the one with the horse farting, that would have gotten you.” I told her, bringing up an old Super Bowl commercial.

“What happened?”

“There was this couple, they were in a carriage or something and he had some candle, a romantic gesture I think. And the horse lifted up its hind legs and farted so that the fire went right in the guy’s face.”

“Ha! That’s kind of cool…okay so what’s going on here?” She asked as she pointed to the screen. A penalty flag had just been thrown and the referees were deciding what the penalty was going to be over. I explained this to her about how some plays were not legal and that the referees had to enforce the rules.

“Off sides? What’s that?”

“Someone from the team in white was over the line of scrimmage before the play began.”

“The line?”

“The teams line up at an invisible line; until the play begins you have to stay on your side of the line. When the ball is hiked then they can move across, if they do it beforehand then it’s off sides.”

“And it’s 1st and 15….because of the penalty?”

“They have to earn an extra five yards to reach the first down. It’s why you don’t want to commit a penalty; you have to work more to gain the yardage back.”

“That makes sense….” Samantha said as she went back to her chili, finishing up bowl number one before beginning the second bowl. I don’t even know how she was able to fit that all within her.

“So what was it that you did in football?” She asked. Although she knew I played for my high school’s team, she didn’t know what position it was.

“Wide receiver.”

“And that is?”

“They catch the ball, and run with it. You pass the ball to them.” I explained as she solemnly nodded her head.

Slowly my sister began to get a grasp for the game, at least as best as she could. The problem was that it got a little boring for about 20 minutes or real-time as the two teams traded possessions with the ball with no points to show for it. Offenses are always the highlight of many football games, but sometimes it’s the defense that shows up and for the time being it was a defensive struggle between the teams. And my sister wasn’t the biggest fan of people hitting each other over and over again. All through this, she continued farting, over and over again. She was a farting machine through and through. Sometimes she’d just lean over and let one rip, or two or three, other times she’d remained seated and push them through the cushions. For a while the farts were fairly tame, only about five seconds in length and not adding much to the already ghastly smelling conditions in the living room. With it being the two of us, plus fans running and even a kitchen window cracked open the air quality wasn’t as bad to us as it might have been to others. Finally the boredom of the game, which it certainly was at the moment, finally got to her. We were both sitting there watching as the game finally went to commercials. And then it crept up on me.

“Ugg….” I said as began to take a nice whiff of it, without any warning the smell began to seep out of my sister’s ass and for the first time today my sister was farting a real smelly one. All her other farts were merely inconveniences, this one tried its best to rob the life out of you. I looked over at her and saw that smile on her face grow. Here she is, two black pig tails spurting out from the sides of her hair, even a few freckles on her face and those black rimmed glasses. She just sat there as it all seeped out of her; she was STILL letting it out even after I had acknowledged it. She didn’t even make any poses or not as she let rip her nastiest fart so far. As expected from something like this, the entire room instantly filled up with the wretched stench of Samantha’s built up gas. She had held in her gas for only a few minutes, but it was enough to fill her colon with the rotten gas that she had to release. A rotten aroma of stinky garbage and skunks plus eggs and broccoli began to fill the space with yet another atrocious odor out from Samantha’s rear end. I could only imagine that her underwear was burning up from the potent heat of the gas and plumes of her thick and deadly gas. A small light brown fog began to settle around the couch as I found myself in a small swirling cloud of noxious gas. That alone had to tell you enough of Samantha’s power, her one SBD, which had to be a minute in length had enough strength to fill up not just the living room, but the entire house as well.

“Would that be a touchdown?” Samantha said giggling as she finally ended her gassy onslaught upon the room. My eyes were flaring up from the killer air that was now filling up the room. My head started hurting as I took a swig of my soft drink and used my hands to feel up my forehead to smooth away any pain. The smell of this fart was brutal, absolutely brutal; you couldn’t even begin to understand how much this stunk. This one was massive, it was thick, and it was raunchy in a way that made garbage dumps smell like a springtime flower garden. It was the quietest fart you could have ever hoped for and easily the most painful to breathe in quite some time. It had gone on for nearly a minute, though I couldn’t give you an exact time, and the waves of gaseous stink was enough to send the content of hydrogen sulfide in her fart up to rather insane levels, which was making the air deadlier than before. The smell was a raw, raunchy smell that was overpowering beyond belief. Even compared to some of her worst farts this was a remarkably destructive fart of her own, producing a kind of aroma that certainly was a force of its own. The gas had sent a strong wave of her own fiery winds in an expanding coverage that was like nuclear radiation spreading. It was bad enough that I had to wave my hand around as I felt the warm air of her gas come around us. Finally I had to get up as she continued laughing, that giant nerd sitting there laughing at her fart.

“So was that a touchdown?”

“Yes, fine, whatever.” I said as I got up and took a quick glance at the screen. Noticing the score I noticed that the team that had just scored had only scored three points. Looking back at her as she laid her back up against the couch, basking in her fine creation I finally realized what she was asking.

“Actually, that was only a field goal.” I said as she looked up and smiled at me.

“Well, if that was only a field goal, I’m not sure if you’ll be able to handle my touchdowns!” She said laughing as I had to think hard about what she was talking about. I walked into the kitchen for a moment to get a glass of water as I looked down through my pants, of course it was hard. It was hard to think about what had happened to me over the past year. I never had a thing for farting until that one night, I still can’t even fathom why I would have something like this, it made no sense. It was my sister for crying out loud, I had no sexual attraction to her, I mean who would? But her gas was something else and when she was really gassy she was really gassy and there was nothing anyone could do about it. Just then I heard the shaking come from the living room. I felt it in the kitchen, there was no way that she could have just did what I think she did. Running back into the living room I felt it, it burned me in my face as I walked into the living room.

…………..RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!

I was there to only hear the last 20 seconds of her explosive fart, but it was more than enough to make me scared of my sister as she laughed there on the couch and finished off the last of her second bowl of chili. She took three hardboiled eggs and ate them one at a time as she drank some more Mountain Dew, already halfway down the two liter bottle. The living room had been shaken by a mini-earthquake and even the couch seemed to have moved an inch as I looked at the brown haze now filling up the room, more noticeable this time around. And the smell, well what more can I say. From my sister’s rear end came a nice stinker of a fart. The monster went on and on as more foul-smelling rotten egg aroma pass through her pants with the smell of pure shit and beans. More than anything else in the smell was the distinct aroma of Samantha’s putrid smelling gas which produced something incredibly hideous within her bowels. The water had cleared my head enough where I walked through the jungle-like mist of brown gas back over to the living room to find that the team in blue jerseys was punting off again. I sat down on the couch and saw my sister lying back against the couch now with her hands behind her head; she was relaxing a little bit as she breathed in the aroma of the last fart. That one, plus the SBD had really changed things in that room. Of course I expected it but even this was a little bit too much for me to handle. Luckily I was able to adapt very easily to the gas, something I had grown used to. There was silence for few minutes as we went through a few more commercials and she began to see the appeal in watching the game, it was the only time of the year where the commercials were as enjoyable as the rest of the show.

That only lasted for another minute, before she leaned over and pushed out another few farts.

PPPPPRRRRPPPPP!!!!!

PPPPHHHAAAPPP!!!!

BBBBEEEEPPPTTT!!!!

PPPHHHOOORRRPPP!!!!

PPPPHHHHHAAAARRRRRPPPPPTTTTTTT!!!!!!

“Ahh….much better!” Samantha said laughing as she fanned the foul gas from her ass. The smell that came out pungent. Somewhere between a mix of burning eggs and nasty cheese, coming out of her butt with a rancid aroma that quickly filled up my nostrils with a nice burst of her eggy radiation. But these were still five small farts so you could only expect so much out of her. The smell quickly added itself to the rest that had been built up in the living room as a musky smell of rotten eggs continued to pollute the room.

“So what’s the deal with throwing the ball and running with it? It seems that they alternate on it all the time, is there any advantage to it or not?”

“Depends on the situation. First of all, you have to have the right guys to do it. If you don’t have a good running back then theoretically you may have to depend on your receivers more often, but then the other side will begin defending more, making that less of an option.”

“I can see that.” Samantha said with a short fart out of her ass.

PPPPPPFFFFPPPPPPPTTTTTTT!!!!

“Really?”

“Sure, Amanda and I have had to use a similar strategy when we were playing that game on our phones. We had to use both an aerial assault and a ground attack to overwhelm our enemies. Only with both of them were we able to win the battle. That’s what this really is; a battle taking place, only it’s on a field.” Samantha went with the battle analogy to football, which had been used before a lot but hearing it from her was cool to hear, someone applying their own experiences to comprehend the game.

“So which do you prefer, a ground game or an aerial assault?”

“It’s not which option you use, it’s…..PPPPPPPPPHHHHHAAAPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTT…..how well your weapon is….PPPPRRRPPPPPTTTT….how well your ammunition is….PPPPRRTTTT….whether or not you are able to cause major damage with what you are….PPPPOOOOORRRTTTT…given, that wasn’t so bad bad…oh boy, wait a minute…..PPPPPFFFFPPPPTTTTTT…..RRRRRRRROOOOOORRRRRPPPPP….BBBBBRRRRRRRAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!”

“Shit sis that’s bad!” I cry out as I cupped my hand over the nose. It took only a few seconds for the latest batch of foul gas to attack from Samantha’s outburst.

“Ha, ha, ha, I think the farts are back!” She yelled out loud to proclaim to the world what I already knew and to back off she pushed out another big juicy fart as she lifted her ass up from the couch and released her bomb.

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!

“Samantha?!” I yelled as I heard the ungodly smelling flatulence float upwards from her jean-covered ass and into the bedroom. Her 20-second long outburst of bad gas certainly helped to produce a wicked smelling fog of gas. Although she had much bigger farts so far, this was one that really made me go gaga over the power of her gas. This was a really nice fart, not too long, loud or smelly, just perfect. I was really in awe after hearing this beautiful fart leave Samantha’s ass. It was as healthy and rich of a burst of flatulence could be and to have it originate from her bowels and leave a stench that was certainly well-deserved for a gassy girl like herself. Another vile batch of rotten meat and cheese on top of burning brimstone filled the room with a detestable aroma that she herself was more than proud of. It was hardly her best but a decent blast. It was cool watching her buttocks quiver as she pushed out this bubbly fart from her ass, producing a symphony of pops and blops with each second of her toxic gas release. The smell only made it more worthwhile, it was a bad smell that forced me to pinch my nose for the first few seconds as the most intense burst of its vileness attacked me. After adjusting to the smell upon the fart’s conclusion I was able to breathe in the foul aroma a little better.

“Excuse me!” My sister said with a cutesy kind of voice as she fanned more gas from her ass.

“No you’re not.”

“Sure I am….er maybe not…” Samantha trailed off into another round of farts.

PPPOOORRRRPPPPPP!!!!

RRRROOORRRPPPTTTT!!!!

BBBBRRAAAAPPPTTTT!!!!

BBBRRRROOPPPTTTT!!!!

PPPHHHAARRRRRPPPPP!!!!!

“Jesus sis can you stop farting for a moment?”  I asked as I heard her drop out five more small but noticeable toots from her ass. The smell from her last big outburst was masking away the additional stench from her last two farts. The farting was made a bit more intoxicating to me when I looked back at the table, there laid an empty tray that had hardboiled eggs and two large bowls of fully-eaten chili. She sat back down as she patted her stomach, resting her gas after her most recent gassy outburst. My sister was going to be having one of those nights. We watched a few more minutes of the game, which was now deep into the second quarter and my sister continued to fart. These were rather short, but you could see the short toot vibration bury deep into the couches. It was short, but it packed a punch, all that food digesting in her stomach I was wondering how much of it actually had come out of her at the time. With about five minutes left in the quarter my sister got a call from her best friend Amanda.

“Hey what’s up….PPPPFFFBBBTTTT!!!!” Samantha began as I quietly asked her if she could take the phone call into the kitchen. She agreed and got up, leaving me with another opportunity to sniff the couch. The smell was about what you’d expect with all of her farting, not horrid but not pleasant smelling either. I watched the game for another minute before the game went to some commercials. I had the game up loud since I could hear my sister farting away in the kitchen with the commercials beginning I made a decision to see what she was up to in the kitchen.

“Egg salad bean burritos!” I heard a voice come out from Samantha’s cell phone. She had the speakerphone option on, probably to make the volume of her friend a little louder in between my sister’s rampant farts.  

“The fuck is that?” My sister asked.

“It’s an original creation, they had egg salad tacos so I asked if it could be made along with refried beans and put into a burrito format. I had 10 of them.” Amanda said laughing as I saw my sister lean there against the counter. Her ass looked rather big through those worn out blue jeans as she released another two small toots from her rear end. Even if she had the nerd look she was still rather stunning. And no this wasn’t some declaration of love for her in a perverted way, more a sense of pride, that my sister was growing up into a powerful female in her own way.

PPPPPRRRRRRROOOOOOOPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!

“Whew…there I go again, probably a good thing I’m not eating those burritos.” Samantha said laughing as more of my sister’s eggy gas filled up the kitchen.

“Yep, and I’ve been farting up something fierce myself. I’ve probably done about 20 or so in the last hour, I’m really clearing out the air here, my friend’s here as we try out that new video game and she’s ready to barf on me on the account of how bad the smell is.” Amanda said with some more laughs.

“Yeah, I’m watching that Super Bowl game with my brother, it’s been alright I guess but I’m more interested in what’s going on inside of me, I’ve been farting….PPPPPPRRRRRROOOOOPPPPPP….RRRRPPOOOOOORPPP….PPPPPPHHHHHAAAARRRRRRRPPPPP….PPPPPPPPPPPPOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPP….PPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAARRRRRRRRPPPPPPTTTTTTTT!!!!” Samantha laughed some more as she allowed for her gaseous payload to be discharged out of her ass and spread around the room, leaving a wet fog of her rancid gas hovering around the kitchen. She laughed her ass off as she finished up her sentence.  

“Right….I’ve been farting a bit here too.”  

“A lot of the same as Sam here….some burritos, beans and enchiladas….but that broccoli I ate beforehand wasn’t too helpful.” Amanda said with some more laughter. I was now starting to imagine her friend at her house farting before. Truth be told, Amanda was even hotter than Samantha and if she was having some bad gas then damn!

“Then you’re in for a good time….BBBBBPPPPPPTTTTT…girl. I’m going to head back to the living room, I did promise my….PPPPPBBBBBBBBTTTTTT….brother that I’d watch the game with him, it’s kind of interesting, at least all the….RRRRRPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTT….commercials and stuff. I’ll call you later.” Amanda said as she hung out the phone and stood there in front of the sink for a moment. She knew I was there, I think we both knew that, she called me over as I wondered into the kitchen. Since it was public knowledge about me liking her farts, sneaking up on her wasn’t something that was frowned down upon any more.

“Sneaking up on me again weren’t you?” Samantha asked. I nodded my head, we both knew the answer.

“I wasn’t aware about Amanda….um farting too.”

“Oh yeah, she’s a stinker. I told you about seeing Star Wars in the theatre the night it came out last December didn’t I?”

“You mentioned something about the theater being empty I believe, I assume there’s more to the story?”

“She ate beans, burritos and broccoli and I ate egg salad and chili, we entered that theater and by the time the Millennium Falcon was leaving Jakku we had that theater all to ourselves. The best part was that they were all silent farts, so no one could even figure out who it was, except at the end where it was only us. We stayed there the rest of the time and enjoyed the screening to ourselves, being able to talk and enjoy it like it was a private screening.”

“That had to be something.” I said to her.

“Oh it was, I think her silent farts are actually worse than mine, though it’s a close call, but I got a nice big one ready for you, if you think you can smell one at point blank now.” She said giggling through her glasses as I looked at her. She was serious and I was feeling up to sniffing one of these bad boys now. I got on my knees and pushed up my nose to about an inch from the fabric of her jeans. I had to make sure there were no phones on or video cameras recording this site, it was disgusting to be there, but there had been so much farting already that I knew that this one was going to be good.  I could have pushed my nose up to the fabric of her jeans but there was no need for that, the smell was already strong enough and I wasn’t going to push it any further. My field of vision was nothing but her butt, my dorky younger sister’s butt. Her mounds of butt flesh were straining the fabric as I smelled a never-ending fog of leftover rotten-egg smelling gas. Right now she could have made people pass out from just smelling her butt; she had to watch it where she farted in public when she got gassy. Normal days she’d get away with it, but she had the farts tonight, no way could she even go to the gas station with the ammunition in her tummy like that. And in an instance I began hearing it and feeling it, I wasn’t going to survive this one.

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff……

She had to be holding this one up for quite some time and it showed. I began breathing in what I could only describe as eggy death. I had to think through all the times I had breathed in gas like this and couldn’t come up to a similar feeling. I was still becoming a witness to a growing superpower. On a historical like scale it was like watching America grow with the development of the nuclear bomb, a superpower growing bigger and stronger as others learned to fear it. In the case of my sister, she was larger and gassier, her putrid butt fumes were now beyond legendary and I was taking in the full brunt and power of the dangerously smelling gas. The brown gas of my sister’s potent gas became the dominant aroma throughout the kitchen and with my face was near ground zero, there was nothing I could do about it. It felt like a blowtorch being applied to my face with a small but concentrated burst of hot eggy gas straight at my nose. The putrid gas spread itself around the globes of her jean-cladded buttocks before spreading outwards with a fractured radiational vapor in all directions. In no short terms the smell was incredible. I could become sick in an instant breathing in this killer of fart. Nothing could be compared to the strength of just one fart out of my sister’s behind.

……..fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss…

I think she farted for at least 30 seconds, though it may have been longer, I passed out soon after. My nose remained right in place as she looked out and thought about the catastrophe she was committing. Thoughts were running through my mind of what my sister was doing, she wasn’t just farting, she was dropping a stink bomb, she was cutting atomic cheese and deploying nuclear-grade flatulence. These were all long-worded descriptions for what to her seemed like a larger-than-normal SBD but in all consideration it was well-deserved. And I remained there ever vigilant to sniff up the retching fumes of her fart; you HAD to be there to show true appreciation for this power. The sound continued at only a small hiss, but it was a strong hissing sound, echoing in the background of my mind as my eyes were tearing up as I wear eating the hottest chili peppers in the world with the fiery hot passion of this nerd’s flatulence spreading out in my face. My mind was soon lost in everything as the gas quickly supplanted everything else in my mind, my sister’s fart was that strong and more. This hot gas blew out from between her butt canyon and straight into my nose and mouth as I gladly tried to take in every bit of it, but truth be told, I was far from adequate to handle this. My sister’s SBD was way too strong for me to handle!

...sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My eyes were soon fluttering as I began to experience the breakdown in my body. Sniffing this much toxic air was too much, even if I moved away I would not get more than five feet away before passing out, there was no way I would survive this without collapsing. My sister knew of a different class of fart, a foul smelling fart that no one could even attempt to do. And although she had told me that there were bigger and stinker farters out there in the world, I somehow thought that she was joking, there was no way that could be true. The smell from her SBD was truly unbelievable; it felt like a hurricane to me as I could feel my hair blowing a little bit from the passage of Samantha’s painful silent fart. She had someone forced me down into her bowels and mixed it up to produce one of the most vile concoctions every conceived by humans naturally. As I smelled this biological weapons of a fart I felt myself venturing deep inside the crucible of my sister’s stomach, watching a digestive process take place that had not occurred before in history, hardboiled eggs, five-bean chilies, egg salad were all mashed up together as her bacteria worked on in like an all-you-can-eat buffet. And what it was leaving out was something that was not for the faint of heart. At long last, after probably a full minute I finally fell to the floor, knocked out by what came out of my geeky sister’s 16-year old’s behind.