Goth Girl Farting

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A FART THE SIZE OF TEXAS By: SellCon2762 Allison Cook was Armed and Dangerous. And that was no understatement. The 21-year-old college student was sitting on a tiny barstool deep in the heart of Texas, in Austin’s party district along Sixth Street. And a toxic time bomb was ticking down within the gut of this massive girl’s bowels, one which would become legendary. Allison was already famous for her farts; they were historic in their release and epic every single day of the year. Her eating habits were colossal and the aftermath was just as phenomenal. It would make since given the fact that Allison was a seven-foot-tall woman of power, a giant among her peers and with the digestive system of incredible status. Allison’s farts were long, furious and hard and stinky in the extreme. She is a growing young woman with no limits to her growth and the eating habit and digestive aftermath to demonstrate that continuous expansion. Entering high school, she was already farting more than 200
Abbi sat alone in the locker room on her phone taking her time with changing back into her school uniform, unlike the other girls who hurried to change and leave the locker room due to the heavy smell of Abbi’s dump still lingering in the air, many of them opting to change in a different area of the school all together. Abbi sat trying to decide on what to eat for lunch with her friends and siblings. They were all in agreement to go to a local mexican restaurant for lunch. Abbi fully dressed back in her regular school uniform, only now with her messy blonde hair untied in a flowing mane. Abbi met up with her lunch posse which consisted of her three siblings Samantha, Jennifer, and Kevin, and Jasmine, Maddison, and one more underclassmen. The group of students were all crowded in the senior parking lot chatting away when Abbi approached. “Alright so, which cars are we taking?” Jasmine asked. “I can seat four.” Jennifer said. “Same” Abbi added. “So who’s riding with…” Kevin
(WARNING: This literature described pooping. If you don't like this, just back and see other literature :) ) here's a boy waiting for his final packaging in his room. His name is kaito momota, and he is the ultimate astronaut. Kaito: "I hope she likes this gift! By the way, where was the gift box?" Perhaps he left the gift box on the chair in the dining room. He ran straight to the dining room. with the door half open. Kokichi saw the door half opened, and went inside. Kokichi: "Hmm, don't if this is his or not, but either way, this should make things a little fun." He said before sprinkling some kind of powder on it. Kokichi: "Heh-heh." He quickly left the room before Kaito could see him. After a while, kaito returned to his room. Kaito: "Great! I found a gift box, Let's start to packing!" He put the cookies in the box and put the lid on them. His box was as fancy as a gift box for Christmas. Kaito: "All right! Let's go to her's
WARNING: This is a fart fetish story.

The Office was an aptly named restaurant. It was designed much like an office and was meant to be the place in town where people went after work to unwind. It was there that Mrs. Meszaros waited for Mrs. Player for their monthly night out. She specifically reserved a table in the far corner to prevent anyone from hearing her farts. Of course, Mrs. Player would, but Mrs. Meszaros didn’t mind that.

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A teenage girl blesses her school with her post-lunch gas during a passing period in between classes.
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Ellie Richardson sat bored in the classroom as she tried to make heads and tails of the teacher’s Geometry lesson. She could care less about it; she could care less about a lot actually. Stereotypically she would be considered a Goth by most of her peer students, someone who dressed a little different and loved listening to experimental rock music and reading trashy horror novels. She loved Halloween, which was only three weeks away and she eagerly awaited the chance to revel in the greatness of the holiday. Sitting in her seat, Ellie was not that bad looking for a 16-year old. Ellie had hair that was dyed extremely red and one could tell that her natural color was blond. She had a couple of tattoos that went down part of her neck, had piercings in her ears, and was dressed completely in black. She looked like she'd be a knockout if she'd lose the gothic look and took care of herself. The black short-sleeve collared shirt she was wearing kind of showed off her bigger girl boobs. Two wobbly masses jutted out against her shirt, rebelling against this rebellious girl. Another look at her could show that she also had a rather amazing looking ass, thick and plump, brought upon by a constant exercise of sitting down and eating junk food. She wore short and tight black jeans. Her legs were fairly thick but the definition in them was better than almost any other woman's legs.
But class bored the hell out of her, especially this class, the third block period of the day, a long Geometry class that stretched out on forever after lunch, a rather filling lunch for her. Despite all her predispositions for nearly anything in that school, she loved to eat and today’s trip to the Mexican-styled food had satisfied her insatiable appetite. There was naturally a problem with that meal, which consisted of four tacos, a pair of burritos and a large helping of beans and it was the same problem that anyone would associate with such a problem, it was giving her mad crazy gas. The problem with Ellie was, she was always full of gas. Most people got gas, what Ellie got was normally several ticks higher than that; she had insane gas, crazy gas…even dangerous gas. And her bowels were making quick work on her lunch, filling up her intestines with another batch of that gas. She sat in class bored but her body was hard at work, processing all of that food into something that would soon be stinking up nearly the entire school. The schedule for classes in that school had rendered an unfortunate consequence, Ellie had the first lunch out of five lunch periods and with an entire 70-minute class afterwards she had lots of time to make great work of the food in her stomach. By the minute her stomach was filling with something diabolical, something nasty, something scary. She loved people being frightened and everyone had reason to be frightened by the wave of foggy death about to smoother the school.
The bell finally went off for the end of the third block period, it was 12:35 and Ellie along with the rest of the student body now had ten minutes to change classes. The gothic girl stood up out of her seat and her rectum filled up with gas. She looked at the clock in the room and held her thick Geometry textbook under her right arm. She felt deep inside her big ass the vast reservoir of gas ready for release. She was carrying a ball of a sinister-smelling brew that would surely be augmented today by her taco-powered lunch. A feeling of great power falls upon her, the normally put-down teenager who had few friends in that building. For the next ten minutes, the school was her’s. She had to walk nearly the entire length of the building and she was now in business to release her powerfully pungent payload. Ellie’s biology, through some weird quirk, had enabled her bowels to produce an inordinate amount of gas during the third block period and it was in fact so much that she absolutely had to release it during the passing period in between classes just to relieve her body of so much gastric stress. This of course had the nasty effect of stinking up the hallways and inflicting her gaseous stench upon THOUSANDS of students. She had her classes in one of the largest high schools in the state and the massive student body was about to be impacted, once more, with Ellie’s monstrous smelling farts.
Leaving the classroom she smiled as she looked at the crowded hallway, it was ten minutes which was nearly enough time to do some socializing as well as gather books for their last class of the day. There was a greater reason for her smile; she had some gas to discharge. She turned right and felt her rectum reach its full capacity. Her buttocks moved up and down as her thick legs powered her movement through the crowded hallway. As she took her first few steps, she began to fart. Blessing Ellie as always, her gas was hot, silent and deadly, the perfect Ellie fart. At this point, after about 3 seconds of the evacuation process that is taking place out of her black jeans and those in the hallway could already smell it. Powerful and wretched, everyone knew the smell of Ellie’s gas; they just never knew where it came from. It would become a challenge each day for a large mass of the student body to guess where the smell came from but one thing was unquestionably certain, the process upon which the destruction of the hallways’ air quality took place was simply beyond comprehension and reason with the flatulent engine of Ellie’s rear just continuing to go on and on and on down to the physical relief she desired. The volume and size of her gas was expanding steady and continuous with a seemingly predetermined precise rate of expansion with absolutely no variances at all in the speed upon which the evacuation process was happening and taking place.
Ellie had made it down the rest of the mathematics hallway as she finished the release of her nearly ten-second long silent fart. The whole torrid scene of physical power she was displaying left everyone around her without the slightest bit of drought that the torturously slow and obviously complete controlled rate at which her fart was being released was being tormented, teased, condensed and minutely compacted and was taking place on her preordained terms only. The aroma of her fart was already punishing the student body, which realized that today was going to be no different from every other day so far this year. The smell was corrosive, toxic and foul to inhale, an incredibly super burst of sulfur and methane was overpowering every other aroma in the crowded hallway. This incredibly massive display of power continued to go on and on for several more seconds until Ellie had cleared the hallway and turned around toward one of the cross hallways. All that anyone could now talk about was the wretched smell that was impacting them. Nearly 40 students at their lockers were gagging and coughing, choking on the poisonous fumes of Ellie’s lunch gas. It takes what seems like an eternity for them to understand of what just happened to come within their grasp, like at the pace of a toddler crawling. No one could imagine that this beautiful gothic entity is a goddess was the one responsible for their current anguish. And in return she is paying no attention at all to what she has just done to several dozen students with a slight twitch of her glutes; she just continues applying the pressure on her anus with absolutely no concern to what the next batch of students got.
She could hear the noise of the students, all those annoying students, trying to be cool and everything, she was about to bring them down to a closer level of understanding. She turned a corner into another hallway and began to discharge her next round of foul-smelling gas. Her first fart was ten seconds in length; this one was going to easily surpass it as her next batch was a more formalized version of her flatulence. This was perfect as she was now passing prime cheerleader territory. They occupied a more central position in the schools’ geography of lockers that Ellie knew was very unfair. Unfortunately the hot blond and brunette high school girls were given special treatment by the schools. Still, given that the corridor was one of the most central in the school it meant it was crowded. Ellie pushed forth a gargantuan amount of gas out of her jeans and she could hear the moaning come from all around her. It was as if every toilet in the school had been filled to the brim with crap and deposited there in the hallway. There were dozens upon dozens of high schoolers who were now walking through the thick cloud of Ellie’s powerful release. And to boot, her fart clocked in at 14 whole seconds in length. It was a scorcher of a fart, one that at least gave Ellie some relief.
While the gothic farter herself was relieved from the burden of this giant gas bubble, the rest of her companions would highly disagree. Those hot cheerleaders standing there gossiping at their lockers had their noses attacked by the revolting stench of Ellie’s fart. There was no way for them to shield themselves from the eye watering stench that overwhelmed them. They were crying and complaining, gagging and coughing, the perfect reaction. And with all the students walking by there was no way they could tell who was doing it. There were jocks and jerks and geeks walking all about, plenty of guys, all more than willing to let rip a foul fart. But the guys themselves were taking up to covering their noses and putting their shirts over, the smell of this fart was top of the line. It smelled like rotten beef and eggs and lay upon with the thickness and intensity of a skunk’s musk. It was the kind of smell that could easily cover up the entire gymnasium with a thick residue that would hang around for ten minutes. And better yet for Ellie, it was now coating the clothing of those around her. One unfortunate girl was wearing a grey sweatshirt that got steam pressed with the passing discharge of Ellie’s gas. As the big-butted Goth walked by she could feel the heat of the fart be pressed into her clothing. Upon entering her next class she could smell the leftovers of Ellie's fart a good ten minutes into class as it was imprinted on her clothing.
Other students had similar occurrences take place. It was one of those legendary things that took place most days and no one had any clue who was doing it. In a school as large as this one there were multiple farts that took place, usually in the bathroom or the weight room or locker room, more appropriate venues. But there was only one true “fart” that everyone knew about, the epic stench that filled the hallways after the third period. Everyone knew about it and most prayed they wouldn’t find themselves in the vicinity. The smell was so commonplace that most students forgot about it after the first few minutes of the fourth period. It was as common as passing by a giant factory farm in the country, they just got used to it. That still didn’t mean it sucked for those nearer to the farts. If only the school took a closer look at the community habits of Ellie they might be able to pinpoint the perpetrator of the fart, but they couldn’t in a school as big, so she was capable of releasing her toxic gas with impunity without people figuring it out. As a result, the cheerleaders were quick to leave their lockers, forced to carry on their conversations while in transit away from the scene of the aromic massacre taking place in the central hallway. It had been an impressive long fart from Ellie, but her stomach was still churning and she still had some more to release. She had to walk up a corridor of steps up to the next floor and the climb up the steps always boosted her bowels into releasing another batch.
One of the most central staircases in the school, it was wide enough to fit about six students abreast on one of its steps and it was as crowded as ever with half the students walking up and half of them walking down. It was the perfect environment for Ellie to push out more of her gas. Better yet, one of the cheerleaders found herself right behind Ellie’s behind as Ellie climbed up in front of her. This was one of the few times that a student would get close to identifying the identity of the mystery stinker, but at such a close level it was impossible for her not to guess the correct identity of the farter. As they began climbing up the steps toward the second floor the cheerleader could see Ellie’s plump rump jiggle in her black jeans. She could make out rips and tears in some of the jeans fabric, this was clearly the pair of jeans belonging to a grungy kind of female. It fit her comfortably as Ellie was more interested in jeans that fi
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