Tyler hurried back into the living room and picked up the plastic guitar as he quickly hurried through the songs to pick one. All of this was just to attempt showing that he had not just been at the bathroom door smelling the small trace amounts of Emily’s fart. He began playing a song and suddenly realized that he was well over his depth when it came to mastering the notes of the song. It had been even longer since he last played Guitar Hero and more than that he wasn’t that good at it. Playing instruments was not his forte. So what would have sounded like a typical rock song was instead riddles with all sort of missed notes, ringing off-noted sounds that made the song sound horrible. But it was all nothing compared to the sound of music that he had just heard out of Emily’s ass. He was so into screwing up his song that he didn’t notice Emily standing next to him as he had finished up his disaster of a guitar solo. He could smell strawberry from what was his air freshener.
“Oh hey…you freshen up in there?” He asked, asking inconspicuous to the nasal holocaust she had wrought inside his bathroom.
“Oh yeah, like it?”
“Strawberries, smells like something I got in my own bathroom.” He said, trying to be cute with her. It caused her to quickly change the topic.
“So...um…may I ask you something?”
“I think I’m sti…cramping up your joint here. Me being here with you, I must be messing up your schedule or something, you’ve probably got work or something, I didn’t want to be annoying you or keeping you up or whatever…” Emily started rambling; the gas in her stomach was surging strong and causing her to basically lie to get herself out of this outing with Tyler. For obvious reasons he wasn’t having it.
“You’re doing nothing wrong. I have nothing going on, not tonight anyway. Sure tomorrow night I’ll have to get ready to head back to work, but not tonight. To be honest, I’d rather like it with you; it seems you don’t get to have a good time too often.”
“Well I don’t know about it, I feel really ga…bad about it. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not hurting me. Was it the measuring earlier, did you feel bad about your butt getting bigger or something?”
“What? No…I’m happy, I’m happy my butt’s getting bigger.”
“Go ahead and sit down, you’ve got nothing to fear from me. I’d be honored if you could stay….you’ve been….um…well….” Tyler was looking for a good way to describe it. They both felt it, it was just hard for the words to come out and he didn’t want to spell it out first.
“…you’ve been one of the most amazing persons I’ve known. Scratch that, you are the most amazing person I’ve known.” He said as he looked down at Emily, whose eyes were lighting up. She was overcome by shock for a moment before she started to play around with the idea. He was buttering up to her, but she knew that he had feelings for a while. How best for her to describe it.
“Well thanks. I mean, you’ve been plenty nice too. I’ve had four boyfriends back in Indiana. The first, he lasted a few days, kind of a test thing between the two of us. I didn’t work out. The second….now he was more handsome, Jake, he was a keeper. But then he cheated on me. Chris though was the best, we went out for almost a year, I really thought he was the one. But then he moved and the relationship ended. The last guy I was with, I was a junior in high school. He was a part of the school’s football team and he wanted to score the hottest piece of ass in school.”
“I thought you said your schoolmates shunned you for your ass?”
“They did. This guy was a joke and he made his relationship with me a joke. When we hung out one night, he got all feely with my ass. I hated it, until….well until something happened that promptly ended the relationship.”
“What was it?”
“I won’t say. All that I can say was that I…er…enjoyed it. I humiliated him, so much that we never spoke of it again. Subtly though, throughout the rest of our time in high school he gave me space, gave me respect and chased away a couple of girls who were making fun of my ass. In an odd way, I turned him. Oh we didn’t go out again, but I did him in.” She said laughing as Tyler felt bemused by the whole thing. It wasn’t much of a stretch for him to guess what Emily had done to humiliate the guy. He’d seen it before, with Dan in the photography studio.
“Serves him right I suppose.”
“But none of them acted like you. You act like you actually care about me. Taking me out to dinner was one thing, but being so nice, I’m just a little overwhelmed. But you’ve been kind like that from the beginning.”
“I’ve had girlfriends in the past but you can probably already guess what they were like.” Tyler said as Emily smiled to herself.
“Pretenders, those who want you for your money, stuff like that. You are rich aren’t you?”
“Eh….sort of. I just don’t find much joy in actually doing anything with it.”
“That’s fine. I’m used to being poor. It’s a nice lifestyle, I mean on your end, being modest and some…but I think you want to be a part of something greater…that’s what you said earlier wasn’t it.”
“I’d be patient about it….but all of that said. I’d love to have you stay a while, the trains do run 24/7 so if you’re feeling a little tired and willing to head back. I’ll even call you an Uber to take you all the way back to Jersey, just mention the location of your apartment.”
“Won’t that cost you a lot?”
“Sure, but that would involve me using my money on something worthwhile and I can get behind that.”
“I bet that’s not the only thing you like to get behind!” Emily said with a smirk on her face, he was pulling the charms on her now. He was attracted to her, and especially her ass. But there was a gurgling sound in her stomach and she quickly asked if she could use the bathroom again, this time to go pee. He waved her off as she left the couch. He resisted the temptation to follow her there again, so he stood his ground. But once the coast was clear he took a quick sniff of the couch where she had seated. It was faint but she had transported some of her fart stench off her jeans and onto the couch. It was another step toward sniffing the greatest ass in the world. Back in the bathroom, Emily was going crazy in her mind.
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God…” Emily muttered to herself as she felt her stomach inflate again with gas. It wasn’t the gas that she was so worried about, it was Tyler. He DID like her, and she did like him. This was starting to get a little more serious. But with him talking to her on the few occasions since she got the job and greeting her after the photoshoots and walking and talking with him and finally taking her out for dinner the signs were obvious. But the dinner was working its magic in Emily’s gut and she had to let rip some more gas. She tilted her head as she shifted her right cheek a little higher in the air. Grunting she pushed out her next fart.
Thankfully it wasn’t as loud, big or long as her last fart but she knew that meant nothing. Not when the smell of the fart was as strong as her previous one was. The fart came out more as a wet ripper out from between her cheeks. She could feel the inner most part of her crack get a little wet from the condensation of the moist and nasty gas blowing out of her ass. She knew that her farts were going to be getting worse, which was horrible considering the smell that was coming out of this one. This had a strong surge of sulfur and shit, combined together to remind her of just how awful of a stink she could produce. After the fart was over she grabbed the air freshener and again sprayed around the bathroom and soon ran out of all the spray. She breathed in what was a copious mixture of her gas and the strawberry-scented air freshener….until her gas took hold. Past a point of no return the air freshener smell went away as the smell from Emily’s latest fart took hold. Soon the bathroom would smell of nothing but her nasty gas. Air fresheners were now officially no match for the potent gases coming out of Emily’s foul caboose.
“Oh God…I’ve done it.” Emily thought to herself as she breathed for a few moments. She was going to have to get real with herself, either leave Tyler’s apartment immediately or admit the power that was brewing within her. But how would he react? She opened up the door to the bathroom and went back to the living room, where Tyler was sitting there, looking at his phone as he saw Emily. She had a look of worry in her appearance, biting her lip for a moment she felt more gas within her, she was going to be like this most of the night.
“Tyler, I got to talk with you.” She said, Tyler perked up; he anticipated that this might be the moment when she finally admitted it.
“How much do you love me?” She asked with her arms crossed as she saw the look on his face. He did like her, perhaps even loved her, but he had to be very strategic with his answer.
“You know, I think I’d do anything for you.” Tyler answered with complete confidence. Everything was moving together in the right direction between the two, a merge of thought between them.
“Anything? You really mean that?”
“So if I told you something, something a little…gross, you wouldn’t have any ill feeling toward it.”
“I don’t know exactly what you mean, but I won’t give you a hard time about anything, I’m really warming up to you.”
“You serious? Because this is a little strange, I feel so awkward saying it, it’s just…I’ve had bad reactions for this.”
“Okay. What is it?”
“You super serious? I mean, no matter what I say or do, you will not hold it against me, you will not let it jeopardize anything with me being a model for your company, you won’t tell anyone at work and you won’t tell the Madame?”
“I can keep a secret.”
“I’m serious, I’m really serious, you can NOT tell anyone about this.” Emily was dancing around what Tyler knew she was already going to say. But Emily was at a point where she was starting to feel the gas build up. Something was different about what she was producing, this was not even going to be the typical gas that she had been releasing in the past, this was DIFFERENT. She had to make sure that Tyler was absolutely prepared to support her though it. Judging by his behavior up to this point, she deduced that he would be.
“Okay then….I got gas.” She said, finally letting down her guard and admitting it to Tyler. He had to look as if he had no idea, giving a blank expression for a few seconds before giving his only response.
“I mean I got gas, bad gas, super bad gas, mega bad gas…probably worse than that. All that food, it’s made me bloated and I am going to be exploding all night, super stinky, super loud. Really, really, really, really, really bad gas.” She said, emphasizing to a tilt just how serious her gas was going to become. Tyler took in all in stride.
“Well then it’s my fault for taking you there. No need to shun yourself from what people normally do after eating a meal like that.”
“I’m not joking; this is going to be horrid! I really think I need to go, I can’t expose you to this, it will turn off everything about my…unique features.”
“Nonsense. I’m not going to care. I mean, I’ve been around Dan, especially after what he did that day with you in the studio. I mean, if you can put up with THAT then I can jolly well put up with whatever you produce; besides it will be better.”
“Well, I don’t know how you compare to Dan, but if you have to let one rip, or whatever the expression is, they go ahead. I’ll let you do it, without me complaining about it or not.”
“I still don’t know.” Emily continued to test Tyler’s ability when it came to whether or not he could take her gas.
“Please Emily. You’re human; everyone does this, nothing to be ashamed of. After all we ate, I would be more surprised if you didn’t have gas. But whatever, I promise you, you have nothing to worry about.”
“You sure?” Emily asked as she started fidgeting around on the couch.
“Yes. If you have to fart, do so. You’re my guest and I should always treat the guest with honor. Especially you.”
“Okay….but this is your last warning, you sure it’s okay for me to pass gas?”
“Yes.” Tyler, almost ready to give up himself, exclaimed one last time. The back and forth was their two emotions rubbing up against each other. Emily was not sure as to whether or not she should fart around Tyler and Tyler more than anything wanted her to do so. But they had to stealthy frame their concerns as they had just done so. Emily wanted the permission to do what she was about to do and Tyler wanted her to be assured that she could do so, more so he could finally experience what he had been dreaming of up to this point. Emily finally obliged. At 9:40 P.M. that evening Emily leaned over toward her right, lifted up her left jean-cladded butt cheek against the couch and farted in Tyler’s apartment.
Emily gave Tyler a show with her first fart, it wasn’t a small fart, it was much larger than that. It was an incredible deep bassy release of gas that was as wet, bubbly and vile as any fart she had ever produced. Her bathroom farts had been test farts, now she was starting to fart in earnest. She grunted as she released this bellowing bombastic rip into the couch, creating a fart sound that instantly turned on Tyler. She slowly looked over at him as she wanted to see his reaction to the whole thing. He looked back into her fierce, strong, and very determined face. She was on a mission as she released this rancid explosion of a fart. Tyler watched as Emily continued to fart, the sound was bubbling with a ridiculous frequency, again and again and again. Her tight jeans and large ass created a deepening effect to the sound of her farts that just made them more erotic to hear. She grunted the whole way through before her powerful 17-second long bomb was finally over; a huge sigh of relief was heard in the living room as Emily lowered her ass and grew a big smile on her face for Tyler.
The smell that came out from her butt attacked him at full force and he could tell that it was going to be toxic-smelling from the moment his nostrils whiffed it. It came all at once and only multiplied in duplicity as the seconds passed, 17 seconds worth of release of Emily’s stinkiest gas ever was going to be devastating for anyone’s nostrils. He thought that he had smelled an Emily fart with what he smelled after her last big fart in that studio but smelling it here was much more rawer and real. The air reeked of dead fish and beans, a potent combination that spread its warm, oxygen-less air up his nose. Her face was blissful as this masterful fart produced a powerfully hot gas that surrounded the area underneath her seat on the couch. Her jeans were going to reek, they were going to do every definition for the word stink, the stench was sheer madness. Emily felt her ass crack get warm, the farts were not only hot but spicy as well, whatever was put in that Mexican food was making her fart tingle as she felt the aftereffects of it around her giant rear. The smell of this disgusting fart continued to spread out with nuclear-like radiation. As the second wave reached Tyler’s nose he took both his hands and started fanning the air around him all around. Emily in return began laughing up a storm as she wiggled her big butt on the couch.
“I told you! I told you!” Emily laughed as Tyler’s noses grabbed a whiff of more of Emily’s gas. He thought that he was more familiar with her gas’s atrocious aroma but he was inhaling something a lot stronger. Emily didn’t just ripped ass, she bombed it. He could feel it around him, moist and humid the fart hovered all around him leaving a very lingering aroma, these farts were not easy to leave. He could even feel his clothing already getting residually warm by all the monstrous warm gassy air around him. He fanned more of it away from him, but he was smiling when he did so, playing the part of someone only having fun with her about her fart.
“God Emily that reeks!” He said, but in a manner that was more a sight of pride than anything else. He could see that Emily was unaware of her strength and was finding a way to describe the pride in seeing such a thing take place. She was showcasing it to him right now the kind of witches’ brew that was bubbling within her stomach and releasing it onto his couch and into the living room. This wasn’t just a nearly 20-year old farting after some Mexican food; this was a mega-sized butted woman releasing a mega-sized fart with a mega-sized smell behind it. Even a minute after her fart was over the smell hung around, quickly moving up the charts of the smelliest thing in New York City. Sewer plants, as much of a cliché as it might have been, were slowly being pushed out of the way by the raunchiest thing to ever be created by nature, the Emily Higgins Working Girl Mexican Food-fueled fart.
“I told you! I TOLD YOU! I fucking stink!” She said as she fanned her gassy air around from her butt. Tyler continued laughing though, showing a supportive nature for Emily’s nastiness. Soon the two of them were laughing at the sheer size of such a fart, it was just another monster fart for her but to Tyler it was both the funniest thing he had heard and the most impressive. His dick was also getting hard over the impressive part of this fart. Emily’s gas continued to inflame his eyes with a toxic sulfur that made them water. He was about to walk to the kitchen to open up the window when Emily spoke again.
“And that’s only the beginning….” Emily laughed as she leaned over again and ripped out another beauty of a fart.
Tyler had opened up the floodgates. By not visibly complaining about the fart, complaining about the farter or running away from it all Emily had received the greatest present in a long time, someone who could tolerate her farts. Emily’s butt growled aloud, as she expertly farted another bubbly, rippily fart out of the unreal physique of her gigantic bubble butt. The couch was being penetrated from all sides by the release, which was even sharper than her last one. She eked this one out through gritted teeth, as she breathed out in unreal physical effort. For up to ten seconds this fart continued to growl, sounds of more effort clearly being heard within the couch as Emily’s fart was gaining strength and power, expanding in both the sound’s rancor eruption and in the after waste of her nasty digestive process. As the fart came to its conclusion there once more another wave of her foulness and it was a real stinker. Tyler was overcome for a second by the sharpest aroma of sulfur and methane he had ever encountered in her life. The smell of Emily’s gas was filling up the entire apartment in record time. Her farts in the bathroom were nothing compared to the aroma she was conjuring up now.
“Whew!” Emily cried out loudly as another wave of Emily’s farty smell reached his nostrils. Tyler ran to the kitchen and opened up the door to his small balcony, he allowed for the cooler air outside to infiltrate his nose to combat the severe smell radiating out of Emily’s ass. She watched the whole thing with bemusement. She laughed as she waved the air around her, two farts and she was cooking up a fierce storm of profound putridness.
On the balcony Tyler was looking out toward the Astoria skyline as he tried to get his head around what had just happened. Emily had lived up to the power and ferocity of her farts that he had envisioned. He was turned on by something disturbingly disgusting from the large jean-cladded rear of this young female and now he was seeing it happen in real life. Of course he knew something that Emily wasn’t aware of yet, this was his gas. He was the one who fueled Emily with this high level of flatulence, he made her super gassy. She was only this incredibly gassy because he allowed her to eat all of that Mexican food. After taking a few large gulps of fresh air he walked back into the apartment, which had now been stained from the incredible aroma of Emily’s gas.
“Damn those reek!” Emily said as she got up off of the couch, fanning the back of her ass she looked back at Tyler, who was become a little less fazed by the complete atrocity of her smelly gas.
“Well, with all that food you ate, I can understand it.”
“Understand it? You can’t understand this, my stomach ACHES, that meal, as delicious as it was, which I thank you for again, is setting my stomach on fire, I am bloating up like a blimp….feel this…” Emily walked over to the kitchen, trotting her toxic-smelling large rear with her. The look on her face had changed; she had gone from showing concern for Tyler’s contempt to her gas to realizing that he might be a little bit cool with it. She had to test it to see how far it would go with him.
“Oh God!” Emily quickly raised her ass off of the couch with her two arms propping her body, she then ripped another unholy bomb into the couch cushions.
Without the couch to properly shield the fart’s biggest shockwave away her ass was able to conjure up the perfect mass to create a roaring sound of gas passing from her asshole. She laughed as she pushed out a massive stinker. Through the tightest pair of blue jeans came a fart that nearly shook the couch, it was a bassy eruption that turned Tyler on instantly, the sound was incredible for his ears to hear. It lasted for a full ten seconds and it nearly took all her energy just to push this bad boy out. The couch had shaken as the fart was being pushed out and pressed against her seat. But it was the smell that radiated from her butt that made the fart much more worse. It was a heavy, hot stench that stunk up the room instantaneously and even Emily was taken back by the power of her fart. Tyler’s member was starting to get hard and he began coughing. Emily licked her lips as she looked over at him, smiling as she finished off her fart. She sat back down but not before using both her hands to fan the hot and smelly air his direction. Tyler had to fan some back at her as he doubled down in his body from the fierce toxicity to Emily’s fart gas.
“Oh God indeed! What did you eat?” He asked, still playful in his tone. Emily responded just as much in kind.
“Mexican food duh. Mexican food gives me the worst gas…all of those beans. I’m going to be farting up a storm all night long!” Emily said laughingly as she watched Tyler’s face. He was making all kinds of looks, trying his best to breathe in the fumes before giving up and putting his nose underneath his shirt. This just made Emily laugh even more. She felt her ass burn from all the leftover gas, she wasn’t just ripping ass, she was producing gas on a caliber that even she had never produced before.
Through the whole thing however Tyler never protested the gas. He was joking with Emily with his remarks but the nose underneath the shirt bit was all too real, Emily’s gas really did stink that bad! He ran over to the bathroom to fetch the air freshener can but realized that it was completely empty. Walking back into the living room, trying his hardest to hide his arousal over the whole thing he held up the empty can toward Emily, who was still smiling there on the couch.
“I’m out…that figures. Looks like you’re free to stink up the place all you want.” He said as he continued fanning the air around him. The apartment stunk like nothing that anyone would have ever believed, even in all of Emily’s time farting in rooms throughout her life there was never a lingering aroma quite like what was left in Tyler’s living room. Three farts like this has left a devastatingly potent stink hovering around. The first fart’s rancid aroma was holding on very strong, her second fart had an even more powerful wave of noxious foulness hovering about and the third and newest fart as still gaining legs and growing into an abominable monster of pure stinky gas.
"Take a whiff! I know you want to!" Emily giggled as she continued fanning the air around her. There needed to be a fan or two on in that room with the raw stink filling the air. It was as if Emily’s giant ass had leaked a smelly radiation all over. The smell had repelled Tyler to a certain extent. The fact that he stood there in the room with his nose still buried in his shirt was sending a message to Emily that he was actually willing to stay in the same room as her. Her industrial strength flatulence had left an impressive odor that tickled his nose as I sampled her pungent aroma through the cotton folds of his shirt. Emily’s farting stunk worse than that of a professional football team’s locker room during halftime! Her funk was stronger than anything he’d ever encountered, and somehow it was stronger than even that. This was a smell of raw power.
“Don’t mind if I do.” Tyler finally took his nose out from the shirt and dry gagged three times before taking in a nice and deep whiff of Emily’s gas. That’s where the gas did its greatest miracle of the night, it became out of this world. She was crossing a line, multiple lines. Starting within her bowels a biomolecular process was taking place that was creating a flatus that was highly flammable and toxic to breathe; her poor diet choices in the past had finally enabled the 19-year old female with the ability to create an aroma that could make farts great again. It was a raw material, in its purest form and as explosive and intolerable in content as any fart from any human ever on the Earth. Humans did not eat Mexican food every day, they did not have a diet that consisted of almost 50% of beans and they did not possess one of the largest rears in the history of the feminine behind. Emily had all of that and together it gave her the ultimate power of produce a fart aroma that blew past barriers and wafted into a large cloud of mind-boggling gas. Tyler was watching the ascension of one of the great powers in the world, and he couldn’t have been prouder.
“Well, I guess the secret’s out.” Emily said as Tyler continued to baffle at the overwhelming aroma of her farting. Tyler still was fanning the air around him but he had to agree.
“It is. That is some stink.”
“It is. My farts do reek quite a bit!” She said as she smiled some more. She crossed her arms and flexed them as she continued to waft around in the aroma. Tyler’s mind was trying to figure out the proper way to respond but at this point he knew he was on an even keel with Emily knowing that he wasn’t mad at her for farting. Which was great considering what was still brewing in her stomach.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Are you feeling alright, all that gas, it must be tearing you up.”
“It is…but I feel great. Knowing that you are alright with it.” Emily then got up off the couch and walked up toward Tyler, sizing up the 21-year old. The two were exactly the same height; he was caught off guard as Emily moved her body up right in front of his. He could feel the heat being generated from her robust rack, two larger-than-before breasts, wobbling like jello within the confines of her white cotton bra and her white T-shirt over that. He briefly looked down there before he looked into Emily’s eyes, locking them with her; he saw the potential right then and there. He warmed up to her, more than ever, she seemed very good natured, vivacious and her eyes had a dreamy quality, he found it difficult to concentrate, getting lost in those deep, dark pools.
But an Emily fart was quick to swing him out. He was locking eyes with her as he watched her facial expressions change. First she looked as if she was about to throw up and then her cheeks moved before she started to grunt, a soft grunt that made no noise. Instead there was the sound of an absolute bomb of a gaseous blowout from the back side of Emily’s jeans. Just then, the sound from the fart increased, and a deep rumbling sound could be heard throughout the entire living room. Unlike her previous three farts this one was a growling sound, a lion roaring from within the comfy and tight confines of Emily’s buttocks. That roar lasted a good four seconds before ending up in a splattering of wet bubbly sounds. She was very careful not to do anything to embarrassing but the sound of the fart was as righteous as any before her. And Tyler was locking hands and listening to the whole thing. As he heard the whole thing, the front of his pants started to expand. Unfortunately for him, Emily could feel it at the front of her body, in the exact location of the front of her jeans (if she had the male genitalia.)
As the 13-second outburst finished up Emily went back to laughing up a storm as she first breathed a sigh of relief. Tyler very briefly looked down at her stomach and saw that she was still quote bloated, in fact her bloated condition hadn’t improved much since they had arrived in the living room, she looked as full of gas as she did the moment she ripped her first fart in the bathroom. Which was something to considering the blinding and rage-inducing aroma that was floating up into Tyler’s nostrils. With Emily holding his hands he had no way to hide from the truly awesome and terrifying stench of Emily’s farting. And it came in full force; there was just no escaping the fiery stench of her gas. Mentally he groans as the stench and poisonous radiation of Emily’s flatus inundated his nostrils. An omnipresent and very powerful rotten sulfur aroma was filling up the apartment with such an impenetrable fog that it would hold strong for the next hour. Emily hadn’t just farted, she had farted such a stinky brand of air that the record books were being rewritten as to the smelliest thing a human could produce. The contest for that was already over: the smelliest human smell ever created wafted out of Emily’s large behind, and she was still only beginning.
“I farted.” She said laughing as she watched Tyler’s face. He was horrified, loving every minute, but still horrified, watching her at her gassy best was quite something and that smell would probably never leave his mind. But more than that he looked at Emily’s face and saw something very different, the face of a beautiful young woman. In Tyler's eyes Emily was super already. It would be hard for him to say exactly what made her so beautiful. All her parts were perfect, but there was something more to her that was impossible for him to define, yet easy to perceive. Her eyes were absolutely beautiful, brown, confident, and quite intense looking. And the look was of pure confidence, someone who was proud of her abilities more than ever. Tyler was nearly hypnotized as he gazed into her eyes, while smelling the wafting garbage dump fire smell that had erupted out of Emily’s ass. Her breasts were round and full but not too large, and looking even fuller now. Her skin was flawless and her brown eyes and full, red lips drew him in as soon as she looked his way. Her teeth were straight and white, their dazzling brightness contrasting wonderfully with the darker tone of her skin. Just a hint of those top front teeth visible as her rich, full lips sensuously parted in a large smile that was making his heart explode. But above all that, there was a certain way about her, a way she moved, a way she stood still, a way she laughed and a way she talked that made his whole body tingle. She laughed a little more before back away, she again fanned the air around her ass, which had little effect but still looked cute. Hands on her hips now she asked Tyler what he thought about it.
“It’s bad! Very bad! Like the grossest thing I’ve ever smelled.” Tyler replied as Emily’s mood changed, she started putting on an offensive that was trying to save her own face, but that’s when Tyler pivoted again and explained that it didn’t matter too much.
“But I’d let it slide with you. You have been an amazing woman and I can’t let something like this get in the way.”
“You mean you…like it?”
“No, of course not, but I like you and for that I can stand your rather…pungent smelling gas.” Tyler stood there as Emily laughed it up again; she was rather enjoying the feeling of farting around and not getting any reprisals for it. Which was great because her fart was profane and wicked, it was a textbook fart smell, as great of a smell as anything he had ever encountered. And it was all Emily’s, her powerful gas aroma was leaving a mark that was scrambling around Tyler’s head. But the transformation was more than just Emily’s flatulence into a reliable source of power, but was in Emily herself.
“You’re such a great friend Tyler…standing by me as I let out these farts. I’m a real stinker sometimes!” Emily laughed again as she backed away. She had embraced him a couple of times since first farting as she was registering his responses to her. She wanted to be sure that he understood her feelings about the farting and that he was certain about it not bothering him. Even the way she noticed him, the way she registered his interest immediately and, without leading him on or putting him off, without taking him for granted or accepting his admiration as if it was what the world owed her, she let him know with a twinkle of her eyes that what he felt for her, what he saw in her, was good and right for each of them. It was what a man should feel for a woman like her, and her enjoyment of his admiration and of anything that might follow from that was what she had every right to feel as well.
Everything was now going up Emily’s way, and that included the fact that Tyler was appreciating her despite the rampant farting. He smiled as he stood in the room, his pride and joy and jeans-wearing model friend Emily, basking in the awesome and frightening fog of her vicious-smelling flatus.
“I really need some air, please Emily.” Tyler said as he continued sweating under the oppressive haze of her gassiness.
“It’s your apartment, go ahead.” She said as her euphoric feeling slowed down, her heighten pride in herself was already regressing a little as she needed to clear her own head over what was happening. More than anything else she was producing something that she didn’t now she was capable of and it was only going to become stronger over time.
Tyler stood out on the balcony again as he got himself back into the clear air of the city. That was when he received a text message from Tyrone from Levi’s. He showed him a couple of images of Emily’s photoshoot and an invitation to bring her back, followed by one other word of advice to him: introduce Emily to Devon. Tyler’s face lit up as he thought about the implications of bringing the two together. Devon was a huge name in New York social media, big with both models and celebrities. He had met him once at a social gathering with the Musgrave Company last year and knew that he was worth his reputation. He also knew the implications of showing Emily to him but he also knew the rewards of such actions. Tyler got his fresh air and reentered the apartment where the smoggy stench of Emily’s pungent gas reigned supreme. He called on her into his kitchen.
“Is it possible for you to come in? I have something to talk with you about.”
“Sure.” Emily got off the couch and walked into the kitchen with Tyler observing her radioactive large booty swaying back and forth. The jeans looked more worn out than ever before. They hung tightly but were otherwise already being beaten by Emily’s tush. Sitting her ass on the seat she made an observation that Tyler’s small wooden kitchen chairs were not too comfortable for her ass, with nearly half a cheek spilling out over each side.
“I’m sorry; I didn’t get Emily-sized chairs.”
“Hah! We don’t even have Emily-sized chairs. Back home my butt could have mostly fit the chairs in my own family’s kitchen; I imagine that may not be the case anymore.”
“Care for a drink?”
“I’ll just a soda or some water if that’s cool.”
“Yeah, coming up.” Tyler walked into his refrigerator. He opened it up and Emily took a quick peek inside. It was fairly stock with food. She hadn’t seen a refrigerator full of food for quite some time. Her own fridge back in her apartment had the bare minimum when it came to stuff for the two girls to eat. Microwavable dinners were the most common, plus a gallon of milk, a few condiments and leftover food that Emily had taken home from nearby restaurants. She was very careful not to waste anything given to her. Tyler’s fridge on the other hand had loads of food, though she assumed that a lot of it belonged to his roommate.
“I just got a text message from Tyrone, he really liked your stuff…here’s a picture he sent me.” Tyler placed a clear glass full of a brown soda on the round kitchen table along with his own phone, opened up to the image of Emily. It was one of her modeling pictures. Unlike a lot of the modeling shots that had focused primarily on her lower body, Tyrone had taken a picture of the entire girl herself. Emily’s butt was as magnificent as ever but she was surprised with how she looked in it, her face pouting out in his direction, Emily really did have the look after all.
“Wow. I didn’t think I’d look like that!” As Emily looked at the screen, she had to keep reminding herself that the girl in these images was real. She had a look that was distinctly her’s. Emily was never the most attractive girl in her school, she was far from it. But she was never truly ugly either, just right there in the raw middle where she didn’t gain much attention for her looks, with one obvious exception. But here, she looked radiant, she looked seductive, she looked in control. It had taken her some time to master some of the poses and even at that she had work to do, but in this particular photograph she looked on top of her game.
“Believe it, that’s you.” Tyler said pointing at the phone to emphasize it even more. Emily blushed as she swiped on the phone and noticed the second picture that Tyrone had sent her. It hit the point home even more; it was a close-up of her booty. It was so gargantuan, so moundy, so powerful, so dominant. No wonder there was a market for her ass, it commanded EVERYONE’s attention. She was blessed and it was now at this moment that she knew it.
“It is big!” Emily said as she sat back in her seat, thinking about how her rear looked. It was something she wasn’t used to seeing a whole lot.
“Hey, be proud of it. Many people in this world would love to have it.”
“What is it about butts anyway; I mean I sit on it, big whoop!” Emily said as and Tyler shared a laugh.
“Butts have gotten big; I mean breasts are always in style as well. And even those are starting to get a little big on you too.” He said pointing to Emily’s chest. Without her hoodie on it was a lot easier for him to see just how beautiful Emily’s breasts were. Not enormous, but right-sized, any woman would be fine with a set of breasts like hers.
“So. It’s my butt everyone’s interested in.”
“Not necessarily. We advertise shirts too, hoodies, other articles of clothing, I always told you that the jeans were just the first step.”
“First step to what?” Asked Emily as she leaned forward with her right elbow resting on the kitchen table. Her head was resting against her right hand as she tilted it toward the left.
“Domination.” He said, leaning forward as he tried to emphasize what he was saying.
“Domination? What are you smoking, dominating what? Sure my butt’s huge, but it’s not like I’m some sort of celebrity.”
“So why you’d come to New York?” He asked, an armor-piercing question that got Emily thinking for a minute. He pulled the phone back from her half of the table as Emily took another swig of her soda.
“Adventure. Tyler I don’t think I made it much a secret how much Indiana bored me. There, you’re either involved in church or sports or with friends, that’s about it. I yearned to get out but I couldn’t do it on my own. When the opportunity came, I took it. Because that’s what I do. When the opportunity to work at that restaurant came I took it as well. When you opened up a chance to model for your clothing company, I took it as well. No point in living if you can have some adventures along the way. A chance to see places, other people, get outside the boring Midwest.”
“And the modeling?”
“One of the coolest adventures ever. To see people ogle at me….me! I never saw it coming. I used to worry about how big my ass was. Now I revel in the attention. I like wearing tight jeans now, you guys showed me that I really had something here. You should see how the boy's eyes light up when I shimmy and shake while I walk down the sidewalk! I like the way they feel as they shake. When I wear something loose around my waist my ass looks like two bowls of gelatin, quivering, bouncing, drawing the eyes of all the boys! I’m having a blast!” And with those words Emily leaned over against the hard wooden kitchen chair and ripped another fart.
Emily was leaning to her right as her smile grew big, she felt another bomb of gas ready to explode and took advantage of her appropriate wording of that last sentence. The fart came out with a loud ripping sound, stretching so much that it bounced off the walls of the kitchen and reverberated back at Tyler, to allow him the ability to hear her gas blast at an intense speed out of her globous buttocks. The chair made for the perfect amplification to such a loud outburst from Emily’s bowels. The couch cushions were nice but they took in quite the blow from Emily’s gassy tush. The seat was a hard surface now which meant her loud, reverberating fart had nowhere to go but out. While Tyler was given another show of this budding model’s gaseous abilities Emily was simply relieving herself of some built up pressure. The whole time that Emily had been looking at the pictures that the photographer had taken and talking to Tyler she had felt the pain in her stomach. This was her first time after eating so much Mexican food and she was sort of regretting it now. At this point she knew that Tyler was at least letting her do it, out of some liking for her. Given all he had done for her up to this point she knew that farting was not going to be a line too far with the two of them. But it was at the end of her gigantic 16-second long ripper against the chair that she worried about crossing the line.
“Oh no.” Emily said as her nose first took a whiff of her creation. Masterpiece wouldn’t even be the best way to describe what was flowing out with this fart. The sound was wicked but the smell was going to be twice that. It was the first time that a fart smell horrified her. It was a survivable event but there was something buried deep inside this particular aroma that smelled by the wrong person could lead to irreversible consequences. The deeply disturbing aroma of her latest round of flatulence was slowly gaining speed in terms of its decay toward the worst smells on the planet, it was an Emily fart through and through, only she could create a noxious aroma like this. Dan would have done far worse than throw up after smelling this one and now she was subjecting a guy she liked to it. The lack of a couch cushion meant that every ounce of this truly toxic smelly fart was going to be floating out in the kitchen, a warm and smoggy smelly fog. Tyler was so mesmerized by the image of Emily cutting forth this jackhammer-sounding fart against the wooden kitchen seat that he wasn’t yet moved by the rotten aroma that was coming forth from it. But once it hit him, he knew it.
“Damn!” He picked up his seat and moved a foot back while remaining seated. His face made several expressions as his nose was assaulted by the rich but potent aroma. There was no telling how bad this fart smell was going to morph but given that it was Emily Higgins he knew the possibilities were endless, she had a very unique talent for the smelliest of the smelliest of farts. Once he got tired of making weird expressions and had his nose buried back in his shirt he was able to fully analyze the true potency of Emily’s fart. Something was disturbingly sifting through Emily’s bowels. It was as if the entirety of New York’s garbage had been burning up and festering within her stomach for days. It was a hot garbage and eggy aroma, at least on the surface but more and more seconds passed and the fart became a fog of Emily’s nastiest gas to date. Tyler was taken back at just how strong all her pent up flatulence was, Emily indulged her long-hidden secret pleasure of letting herself on rare, private occasions become as unceremoniously gassy as possible. While the stench from this particular fart would put all her previous farts to shame, she got up from her chair finding her sense of balance oddly out of whack but simply chalking it up to just how personal record for nastiest gas bomb was.
“I’m so sorry Tyler, that Mexican’s making me really gassy tonight!” Emily stood with her arms crossed and her hand clasped down by her waist. She gave him a cute look as Tyler looked astonished at this beautiful, large-assed girl and breathed in the fire-breathing fumes of the smelliest fart that likely had ever left the human body. There stood Emily Higgins, nearly 20 and releasing a smelly fart that could hang strong in his kitchen for an hour. He had crossed every barrier in his mind thinking otherwise, he loved this girl.