Deviation Actions
Literature Text
INSIDE CHRSTINA LOPEZ'S BUTT
By SellCon2762
Christina Lopez used her roller blades to navigate the busy streets of San Francisco one Tuesday afternoon, with a grumbling stomach. Wearing a green tank top with a long pair of blue jeans that tightly hugged her enormous ass and large calves; she gracefully moved her legs to power the blades down the street toward her home. Christina's butt though was her defining figure and the one she was best known for…in a multitude of ways. She didn't know if she had the ability to make it home or not before she had to let one rip. But as soon as she arrived at the secret entrance to the government facility, she was able to navigate herself to the nearest bathroom. There, Christina walked through the doorframe, which was only less than a foot from the top of her head and stood up high over the toilet, dwarfing it in size. She stripped off her pants and purple underwear and plopped her butt on the seat, covering it completely with bits of butt hanging on both sides. Her butt was big enough that no smell would escape the toilet, until she got up.
Christina sat there high upon the toilet where she grunted and released her first, smelly, sloppy fart into the toilet. The three-second gaseous explosion from her enormous rear end shook the entire toilet and signaled the beginning of her onslaught upon the poor porcelain throne. To most people in the complex, the toilet was sufficient for their needs, but not for Christina. However, the pains in her stomach had been far too great for her to navigate the entirety of the complex to worry about that. She started dropping massive loads of crap into the toilet, giving a sound of actual bricks falling into the water while mixed in with the sound of loud, mind-blowing farts to release the excess air from within her bowels.
All around Section 26, they could hear the furry and smell the fumes radiating from the bathroom as Christina continued to eliminate any of the previous Febreeze smell of the bathroom and alter it with her own, gaseous, rotten egg odor. She had gotten Mexican for lunch that day at school, and instead of stinking up the classroom, which was a common occurrence, she decided to hold it in. After ten minutes, Christina had been finished, and tried to flush the toilet, but it remained clogged. She shrugged to herself as she pulled her underwear up, covering her very generous butt and slid up her blue jeans. Then, the stench from the crap began to overtake the bathroom, filling it with an ominous odor from her Mexican meal. She liked to have the beans, but they did wonders to her digestive tract.
"Great. That's the second time this week. Maintenance isn't going to like this one…looks like a Class 4…no wait…probably a three. Oh well." She then proceeded to spray the Febreeze all over, using up the rest of the can, which only slightly took care of the smell. Christina was known throughout Section 26 for being a big-time farter, and just as easily a big-time clogger. They all knew the smell of Christina. Meanwhile, there was an unknown government official walking the corridors, dressed all professionally with a slight gray beard and big-rimmed glasses, he had just passed the bathroom where he noticed the enormous dump lying inside the bathroom. He was taken aback by the smell, even after the Febreeze, but then peered over and looked inside. An idea came to his head, and we wanted to know who the originator of that load was.
Christina was a tall, Hispanic teenager, really tall. In fact, she was among the tallest kids in the entire country. At just past 18 years of age and into her last year of high school, she stood and dominated over everything she saw. She stood at six foot six inches with her long, black hair flowing radiantly down her head to the top of her shoulders. She had a form of gigantism which had affected her height since she was young, but that also meant that she was able to tower over everyone, which she liked very much. Her height also gave her the chance to show off her fantastic curves. She bore nearly D cup breasts underneath her green tank top and appeared to be quite the hourglass figure. But her defining feature was her butt, and what a butt it was. Each cheek was nearly as big as her head, and it defied gravity by stretching out some six inches from her body. Still, even with her blessed curves, they didn't stand out too much with her increased height.
She had clearly been blessed with her mother's figures, a woman of similar size who had also worked there at Section 26, until she was killed on a mission one day. Both she and Christina's father, Bill had worked for Section 26 for nearly a couple of decades, and Christina had been a resident of the complex since birth. While it wasn't department policy to keep children, Christina had been a doll for the agents there and since the Lopez family had been one of the founders of Section 26, they decided to keep her around and let her grow up. Section 26 was an unofficial codename granted by the CIA to help assist in apprehending enemies of the United States, sometimes terrorists but not always. Section 26 had broken off from a larger Section 13, based in New York, and 26 has since branched off into Sections 39 and 52, based in Chicago and Houston respectively. Although the official location was never revealed to those not within the agency, Section 26 was located within Telegraph Hill, underneath several buildings upon the hill in the vicinity of Coit Tower. At 26, they were in charge of criminal activities along the West Coast, but the missions these agents took sometimes had taken them off to more exotic locations, and Christina had always wanted to go along with her father. Growing up in Section 26, she had been attracted to the life of a secret agent, and while her father would always protest that being "James Bond" wasn't what his job actually was, she had seen it in that kind of light.
Such a person like Christina, and one would have thought that she would have guys going all over her, and yes they did, but for a while. That was usually when they discovered the other thing that Christina's ass was famous for, its farts. Scientifically, what Christina had was Chronic Flatulence, realistically, what she had was far worse. More or less, there was no standard for the kind of flatulence and bowel movements this tall, Hispanic girl produced. Christina's digestive system was a vast and complex machine, one that no scientist or doctor had ever been able to fully understand. It's capacity was much greater than that of normal humans and the amount of food she ate on a daily basis was staggering. But most of her food was either burned into energy that she used while working out and competing in sports, or expelled through her bowels with her horrendous farts and toilet clogging dumps. While it started around the age of 9, Christina's gas started to increase in power each year. Almost at the same time, she increased in height and size, though fat she never was. Even though she weighed nearly 220 pounds, her height made up for it and that weight was distributed in the best places. Of course, it wasn't all fat; there was plenty of muscle in her glutes too. She was a high school volleyball player and a track runner, so she was kept in great shape. With Christina's high allowance for food intake, it took a considerable amount to keep her full, but since Bill was connected to the government, his salary was able to take care of it generously.
The government official who had been inside the Section 26 bathroom had looked at the crap in the bowl for several minutes, before he was inspired to seek out Captain Parker, the head chief of Section 26. Captain Parker was an older man, but short in stature, he actually only went up to Christina's breasts, though he recalled a time when he could look down on the budding little girl. He wore a brown jacket with a white t-shirt underneath and was busy at a wall of monitors checking in on the progress of some of his agents out in the field. The official reached the Captain and took him by surprise.
"Stanley…what a…surprise. What brings you to San Fran…what can I do for you?" Parker, surprised by the appearance of who was his superior officer, had stood up from the computer consuls.
"Captain Parker…I smelled something in the bathroom over there, a strong odor, like crap…but that was stronger than anything else I've smelt before." The government official had stated, Parker had looked embarrassed and began to apologize.
"I'm terribly sorry for the conditions of the bathroom; we have a maintenance crew on the way right now…I'm terribly…" Parker was interrupted by the government official.
"No…no…no…it's not the upkeep of that bathroom that I'm interested in. I have every confidence that you can keep the complex running just fine, and I know you well enough. No, what I was wanting to now is….who was in there?" Parker raised his eyebrows as he looked up at his boss; he was completely serious when he said this.
"Who?" Asked Parker again, just to clarify.
"Look…I know this is awkward, and obviously not a question I would ask most people. But the federal government, more or less the Department of Health and Human Services along with the CDC had for some time been conducting experiments on people's digestive systems, to get more information, more data, facts about these…uncomfortable topics. Still, in the interest of science, they are doing it. I got the memo on the issue a few weeks ago and they have been looking for the perfect specimen to 'research.' When I smelt that bathroom and saw what was in there, I knew that this person…whoever left that in the toilet, would be a prime candidate. So, yes, in the interest of benefiting the American people, I want to know…who was in that bathroom?"
"It was Christina, Bill Lopez's daughter. She was the last to use the bathroom, and had called for maintenance to take care of the problem." Captain Parker replied while he continued to look back at the computer monitors.
"Christina? It was a girl who did that?"
"Yes…Christina is Bill's 18-year old daughter; she has been with us ever since she was born. And over the past 10 years or so, she's been farting up a storm. That is the reason we have installed fumigators around this complex. We received a grant to get rid of the smell she causes. Sir, there are people to fart, and people who fart pretty well, and then there is Christina. No one has ever since a girl, let alone a person who passes gas as much. You catch her here when her family has Mexican food and sometimes those fumigators aren't even enough. On the nights that they have it, I just tell my agents to leave and enjoy a night out on the town. "
"Dear God, that is impressive, and she's only a teenager? Can I see her…would that be possible?"
"Let's contact Bill first; he should be in shortly…so what kind of data are you looking into?" Parker said as he sent a text message to Bill, asking him to arrive at headquarters as soon as possible.
"From what I've seen, they have done plenty of study on…stools, that sample isn't that hard to obtain…its farts that we want to study more…but it requires a different approach." Several minutes had passed and Bill was just arriving. Both men thought that they could smell a particular odor coming from around, but it wasn't that noticeable.
"Bill?! Stanley here has an interesting idea…we need you to hear about it." Parker called Bill into his own office, located in a part of the hallway near the living space of the Lopez family. Bill had just gotten back from a mission in Mexico and was curious as to Stanley's thought. He was no short man himself, at around six feet with a dark red 49ers sweatshirt and a pair of blue jeans, he had curly brown hair and a small beard around his chin.
"What can I do for you?" Bill asked eager to help his superior officer's superior officer.
"We may have some need for your daughter; Parker here tells me that she gets a lot of…gas."
"Yeah…what does that have to do with you though?"
"Bill…your daughter can help provide us with something that we haven't been able to do before, a study of human flatulence, and in depth study, from what I've heard so far, your daughter has been known for cutting the cheese, what we would like to do is to research how she does that…who knows, perhaps they may find a cure to curb it down a bit." Captain Parker started noticing a rotten egg smell develops down the hallway as they approached the room Christina was in.
"Study? How would you be studying her, granted, she's 18, and as much as I have wanted to keep her safe and away from doing these things…but she's an adult." Bill was unhappy, but had to acknowledge that his daughter had independence. Since she grew up in Section 26, she had wanted to become an agent, and since Bill's wife had died during a mission he was on about the time Christina was 12. Since then, she has wanted to be on Bill's side, as a sidekick for him or not, carrying on the tradition of her mother. But at this point, she was continuing to go to high school, receiving pretty decent grades and perhaps on her way to go to either San Francisco State, UC, or if she was able to pull it through Stanford. Of course, there are a few who say that her good grades are only because her teachers couldn't handle having the gassy behemoth in their classroom twice.
"Yeah…what were your ideas of doing this?" Parker had asked, and then…as soon as he thought of a way for the study, a weird idea came to him, something that the CDC or Department of Health and Human Services would have never thought of.
"How about shrinking?" Parker proposed.
"Shrinking? Like…shrink the…"
"…the ones who will be doing the studying, and place them inside of Christina's butt. I am proposing this because we have the ability to actually do this." Parker's suggestion had caught both the government official and Bill off guard.
"You can shrink people…how come I've never heard of this. We have been trying to develop shrinking and growing technology, and you are telling me that you guys have perfected the technology?"
"The technology no…but we have a means of doing so. An old wizard in Chinatown named Winn. He helped us in an operation a few months back, in which we had to track a suspect to a particular location, we did it here in the city, Bill was the main leader of the group…" Parker began to explain.
"…was he shrunk himself?" the government official had asked.
"No…but he can attest that the shrinking works. We can shrink the…people who would be doing this project, shrink their equipment, and give them com units to keep in touch with us. Winn could conjure us up a spell that would accomplish that. We can then transport them into Christina's butt and have them stay there. If you want to get your research, wouldn't it be appropriate from the source itself?"
"I thought magic was against the wishes of the federal government?" Bill addressed Parker who had been weary of the first time they attempted it.
"Yeah…me too, I'll have to clear it with Washington…but…" the government official began to recall the deep stench he had smelt when he heard Christina fart, the thought was arousing him. He didn't want the research to stop and had even considered for a brief moment whether or not he should go. "…you know…Washington doesn't need to know about the shrinking part. I'll contact the Department of Health though that we have found a specimen and will need a few of their scientists out her as soon as possible."
"That is an interesting idea…but I'll have to clear it with both Bill and Christina herself, 18 or not, she still needs to know what is going on." The government official had confirmed, he pointed to Bill who nodded his head. He had been with his daughter all his life, he knew how bad her gas was, and anything to at least curb it would be helpful.
"I would have to clear it with her." Bill said as the three approached Christina's room. There she sat on the floor, playing one of her video games in a most playful manner, with a strong, rotten odor in the air. The government official was taken back at first by what he had smelled come out of that room. Christina was sitting in her room and she was out of her pants. She was now wearing her yellow volleyball shorts that covered her butt very tightly. Each butt cheek was larger than the heads of any of the men looking at her. As Christina sat there playing a game, she tilted her body to the right, and out came another powerful fart, BRRRAAAPPPPPTTTHHH! The fart shook the girl's tight shorts and vibrated the nearby floor, where a small brown spot had developed. This was not just any fart. It was a hot rasping eye waterer. With the three grown men so close to the source there's no escape. They could almost see thick yellow smog hanging in the air. Trying to resist gagging they turned around and take a few shallow breaths until Christina began tilting her ass to the right and another loud ripper that almost deafened her ears and brings out another potent stench. The room was almost out of air. Christina giggled furiously as she looked back at the three men, suffering from the potency of her fart.
"Sorry…I farted, must have been the chili I had earlier." She said as she waved the air around her face, breathing in the strong rotten egg and cheese smell that had polluted the room. The government official, while taken back by what he had to smell from Christina Lopez, was also very impressed and knew that this was the right choice. To study the fart, they had to get it from a powerful source, and this teenage girl might have been the best choice of them all.
Bill, Captain Parker, and the government official had vacated the room that Christina had cleared out. Inside, Christina was still laughing as she continued to breathe in the heavy stink that her previous fart had created. The three men went back to a computer consul where they discussed more about Christina's farting.
"What does that girl eat…to produce farts like that?" the government official asked.
"Anything…honestly, anything gives her gas…though beans, vegetables, and cheese give her the worst. Her daily intake of milk and protein shakes don't help much either." Bill explained.
Captain Parker had explained the chemical that Section 26 created that when digested gives Christina super-powered farts, way worse than even her bad farts already are. "We combined several of foods that gave Christina bad gas and placed it inside a chemical compound and then we gave it to her. We wanted to test the effect, so that we could use her perhaps for chemical warfare, her farts are THAT bad if she wants them to be. The problem is…the chemicals have made her farts much worse than even we could project. We have a measuring device that records the power of her farts on a scale we measure as CFI, or the Christina Fart Index. On a normal human being, the score is around 3 or 4, 5 on a really bad day. If you had gotten back from a Mexican restaurant and had been drinking a lot of beer, that would be a 5. Christina regularly now farts 20s on the scale, and 50s on a really bad day. With the chemical, she can break 60, but even without the chemical, catch her on a good day for her and she can still break 60." Captain Parker explained.
"What would the chemical do to a normal human?" The government official asked.
"Theirs would be no worse than a 10, bad on most scales, but weak on Christina's." The official was now quite astonished to hear this, he knew that he had found the perfect specimen, even without the chemical, he had plenty of gas to work with from Christina.
All of the sudden, the three heard another loud rumble come from of the direction of Christina's room. It shook the nearby room and out from the room came a green smoky haze. All the agents working around that site immediately vacated the premises as they knew what had just happened: Christina had farted, again. But this was one of her more massive farts. A strong, sewer-gas seeped out of the room with a suffocating sour milk and cheese stench that dominated the hallway of the Section 26. A few moments later, Christina appeared out from her room, coughing a little bit. She was having some pretty horrendous farts. Her tremendous ass had been on fire as it was burning through her shorts, this had been a normal episode for her though. Beside her was the source of her gas, her gigantic pot of chili had ground beef, sausage, peppers, hot spices and sauces, and 4 different types of beans. And she ate 3 delicious bowls with the fourth one at her side. By this time of the day, her colon decided that it would manifest into a vehicle of death. So as she started walking closer to the men at the computer consuls, she released a diabolical bomb of gas. She gave a big smile at the group as she started walking toward the computer consuls as they were looking at the formula that they created for Christina. As she walked toward the consuls the stench of her farts grew stronger and stronger. The seat of her shorts was burning with all the warm gas that had accumulated there after her farts. There were plenty of coughs around the complex as Christina's gas continued to filter throughout Section 26, giving the girl plenty of glee.
"Hey dad." Christina said while she started waving her hands to get rid of the gas that had enveloped her ass and floated throughout the complex. The government official was more and more impressed with the incredible quantities of Christina's gas. The government official was taken back the tremendous size of Christina. She towered over him by nearly a foot and she had to bend down, almost hitting him with her large breasts to see him. Bill had taken the government official aside to explain a little more before he went on to explain his mission. Christina's tall stature meant that she played volleyball, and while she was fierce on the court, her stomach was just as bad, especially after she ate Taco Bell or chili. Either one of those foods would give Christina a lethal combination of gas. They had to clear the entire gymnasium one day after Christina kept on ripping bean-scented farts, continuously, some 20 farts in about 10 minutes. She could only laugh to see what was going on. Christina was a tomboy at heart, and while most people would be ashamed with such a farting problem, Christina embraced it; she would often eat the gassiest foods just to see what would happen.
The government official was still getting more impressed with what he was hearing, all while smelling the pungent odor of her gas around her. She continued to smile as she began wondering what the three men were looking at her for.
"She's perfect." The government official said as he had to put his shirt over his nose to cover up the smell. But he was sincere in his claim.
"Perfect?" Parker asked.
"When we do these experiments, we want the best of the best. Christina's farts are the best and from what you guys have told me here, she would be the perfect specimen to study. We would be doing our country a great disservice if we don't study someone of this caliber."
"Caliber?" Parker asked, but was then interrupted by the government official who asked Bill if he could ask his daughter about the possible mission. The government official then turned over to Christina, who had remained standing, listening in on their conversation in praise of her mega farts.
"Alright then," the government official began, "Christina, what if I were to tell you that the government needs you for a mission?" Christina's eyes were enlightened as she began to wonder what kind of mission she was in for.
"Cool! What will I be doing in this?" Christina started getting excited about the prospects of her mission. The official looked at both Bill and Captain Parker and began talking. She took out her soda can and proceeded to drink the entire thing in one huge gulp. After a few seconds had passed, she expelled from her mouth a tremendous belch that filled the air with more of Christina's gaseous force. The government official had to wave his hand around for a few seconds in an attempt to get more air.
"He…he…sorry." Christina said innocently. The government official then began to state the request.
"All you would have to do is…um…fart for us." Christina giggled as she heard this request from the government, "…we want to do an in depth look at your bowels and your gas production and expulsion. Ultimately, we want to take some scientists, shrink them, and place them inside your body to measure the power and intensity of your farts and to record data on them that we have never been able to obtain before." Christina at first looked disappointed but began to imagine the feeling of small people up her butthole, recording her farts.
"So…what would my job be?" Christina asked with a smile.
"Your job would be to produce as many of your….*COUGH*…impressive farts. You are likely the best candidate on Earth for this job and we want to study from the best. Our research may be able to help find out about this part of the human digestive system that we often…forget about. Their studies within your bowels would help create a framework on every aspect of farts imaginable. Perhaps even help in developing medicines that could curb flatulence. It's a natural part of the human system, there ought to be ways we can exploit it."
"Perhaps as a weapon?" Bill asked, since it was always an idea of his and Parker's to use Christina as a biological weapon of sorts. If she were out in the field as an agent and needed information from a suspect, she could use her farts as a natural form of getting information.
"Possibly? But we need to know what kind of weapon we would be dealing with first, hence the need for research." The government official responded back.
"How long would your scientists be within…Christina?" Captain Parker asked the government official. Likely 48 hours or so, so that they can record for a considerate period of time. They would be wearing protective suits that would keep them safe."
"Cool! Just imagine, two days in my butt!" Christina was getting pretty interested in this idea and she was pretty much ready to go ahead with it. The government will be able to provide whatever it wants to both these two and the usage of Christina's bowels to benefit America will mean that we can help offset some costs for these two in the future. All of Christina's food will be provided by the government." The offer was starting to sound even better for Bill, but the three of them were taken off guard by a strong scent. Deep within the seat of Christina's pants, a super-heated, methane powered, bean-scented gas was being expelled like a pack of lions roaring out of a cave. The fart lasted a total of ten seconds but it soon became clear what had happened. The fart smelled of garbage and funk and it wreaked havoc across nearly the entire complex, the chili had really gotten a hold of Christina's bowels. "Excuse me." Christina said giggling.
"Dear Lord Child!" The government official said as he continued to have trouble breathing in the fumes of Christina's fart. The heavy rotten egg stench was heavy in the air and had even risen the air temperature by a couple of degrees. It was an inhuman smell and well over a 30 on Christina's fart scale. The fart stench was causing the eyes of every man within that complex to water profoundly and caused nearly half the staff there to leave to get some fresh air while they constantly gagged on the way out. Christina could only giggle to watch what these grown men were doing because she had farted "That is amazing…that is so bad…I have never, NEVER, smelt a fart like that before!" the official claimed as he looked at Christina with pride.
"That's what they call an SBD!" Christina said proudly. "An SBD?" asked the official. "A Silent BUT DEADLY Fart! And boy was that one a stinker!" Christina continued to giggle at the effect of her amazing fart. Christina's SBD farts were legendary throughout Section 26, and just about anywhere where people have been in contact with her. Christina's regular farts were already well ahead of her normal humans, but when she was given the opportunity to produce a truly monstrous fart, that silently leaves her body and enters the atmosphere to supplant the natural air with her own, it made her happy.
Captain Parker had brought the wizard Winn over to Section 26 to explain with him the premise of the idea. "We need a shrinking potion for this team that will need to travel for two…" Captain Parker was cut off by the government official who stated that it now had to be three days.
"Three days?" Captain Parker asked.
"Correct, the first day we will do this will be Friday; we want to get a day of Christina in school, how her gas is then, and the next two she will be back at Section 26. We want to get her gas on a normal day of her life and then we will focus the next two days on getting the full analytical data, before resizing the people on Sunday. We will shrink them Thursday Night so that they can greet Christina's bowels on Friday Morning." The government official explained.
"Alright then…three days in the chamber of death." Parker said, half-jokingly, all he could think was that he was happy to not be going with the crew.
"It shouldn't be a problem for me…I'll have my assistant Bailey obtain the proper ingredients and I'll get something together by Thursday. Of course, I will have to be using something more potent than the last time, since they were only shrunken for a few hours." Winn explained to both Parker and the government official.
"I still can't believe you want to do this." Bill said in disbelief with his head down, that's when Captain Parker looked over toward him and explained that he had another idea.
"Bill…how would you like to join the scientists?" Captain Parker's request at his friend caught him with shock.
"What?" was all that Bill could muster up.
"I know…I know…it sounds weird, and probably disturbing, but you know Christina more than anyone else here…you would have an insight to what Christina would do…not to mention you have a bit of an immunity to Christina 's farts." explained Captain Parker.
"No I don't…at least not a full immunity, and at that scale, immunities would do very little." Bill looked over at his daughter in another room, watching TV and eating what looked like her fifth bowl of chili, he began to worry over any thought of being inside his daughter's rectum, he looked at Winn and asked if a potion could be devised to keep the smell down for him.
"Perhaps…but it wouldn't get rid of the smell completely…only partially. Of course, I assume you guys will have equipment to keep these guys from passing out." Winn explained.
"Sure…the crew will have plenty of oxygen available, plus you'll have suits to wear and be sleeping in state-of-the-art tents that should shield some of the stench away from you." Parker tried to reassure his good friend, who figured that that was going to have to do.
"That would have to be enough…I guess I could go, but what would I do?" Bill asked Captain Parker.
"You would have to keep the scientists cool, and protect them in case…anything happens, I will reward you handsomely as will the U.S. Government if you go along with this, besides this is a family member of yours, you know what's going through her mind and what kind of things she does. You will be a resource to the other scientists on background information about this girl's behaviors, you're participation will be crucial, do you guys not go into missions with some go-to guy for information?" The government official asked as he tried to hype up the significance that Bill would have on the mission. After a few minutes to think about it, he decided to go along with it. All his life, since he started out with the San Francisco Police Department and later with Section 26, he was committed to helping America, and to refuse this opportunity would be betraying his oath of duty. He agreed to participate, but then Bill sighed to himself as he started wondering what he was getting himself into.
"You're going inside my butt?" Christina asked in astonishment as she heard of the plan. Bill shook his head as he acknowledged that he was indeed part of the team studied to investigate Christina's farts.
"I know it sounds weird, and believe me it is…but they feel that I would know more about you so that I can study them further. Just try not to kill me who knows what your killer farts would be like at the level I will be at." Christina shook her head in agreement, for she really didn't want to kill or hurt her Winn, even with her own digestive processes. The next two days were spent with Christina spending some time with several scientists to develop a diet that would complement her for the three days of the research. They were surprised to hear that everything gave her gas, but they soon found out various other foods that Christina ate that gave her "really good gas." Breakfasts each day would consist of her eating eggs, meat, and lots of milk, along with her normal protein shakes. Lunch would involve a special Mexican meal full of beans and cheese along with more of her milk. Dinner on Friday would be chili with extra beans, and more Mexican meals for both Saturday and Sunday. Also, she was advised that for each meal, she would be eating some broccoli and cabbage, two foods that they were told would up her fart ante, far more than it already was. Christina started licking her lips when she realized the diet she'd be put through, no one would want to be near her butt after those three days. But the one thing they forbid her from doing, or less she'd be disqualified from the study, was to take any chemicals for her farts, they wanted to study them on a natural level and not have it be amplified by the chemicals, although this disappointed Christina, she knew that with her diet that wouldn't be much of a difference, the added quantities of the foods in fact might increase her farting power on their own. In addition to this, she ate three full cans of beans each day to add on to her farting before she would start this diet.
A team was devised by the government officials; three individuals would join Bill inside Christina's butt. The three officials arrived in San Francisco on the Thursday before the mission. And given the rather, disturbing aspect of the mission, their names were shielded, instead they were given the codenames of Scientists A, B and C. The first was an expert on smells and was sent to investigate the individual smells that would come out of Christina's butt. He stood in a red sweater vest with gray slacks and was an older man in his 50s; still, he was the senior official on the authority of the digestive system in the country, he was Scientist A. The second one was a scatologist, who also investigates the digestive system and was a male who had always had a fascination with crap and farts, unknown to those around him. He was a younger male, likely in his mid-20s who had studied the topic since high school. He had always been fascinated with the female fart and had a brief experience with an old girlfriend of his who'd like to cut the cheese, he was Scientist B. The third was a female scientist in her late 20s, with a white coat and khaki pants. She was there to investigate the fact that this was done from a female specimen, she would explore Christina's feminine qualities when compounded with her farts, and to help dispel the old rumor about girl's not farting, she was Scientist C. These three would accompany Bill on the voyage inside Christina's butt. Several photographs were taken from the inside of Christina's bottom to locate possible sites for the team to be situated. They would be shrunken to near minuscular levels so that even the hair on Christina's large butt. The crew would be outfitted with suits that would provide up to three days' worth of oxygen each and a special tent that would house them and keep the air circulated with mostly oxygen, though they admitted that Christina's fart smell would like permeate throughout the site permanently for those three days.
On that fateful Thursday Evening, the crew was sent over to Winn's shop, where he would be doing the shrinking. Winn was an older Chinese man with a bald head and a gray beard on his chin, he was roughly in his 60s, and was wearing a dark red bath robe with some blue jeans and white t-shirt underneath. His assistant, Bailey was a much younger kid, about 24 years old, a taller kid, he was wearing a white beater with some black jeans on, but he was also very loyal to his master, Winn and the two had been together for about ten years. They both worked on the potion that would shrink the crew of four and their equipment into the bowels of Christina Lopez. At the shop, they began Christina's gassy diet regimen. That night, she was given a large bowl of chili with onions and cheese and a bowl of Brussels sprouts, to wash it off they would give her a jug of milk and a glass of her protein shake. Bill stared moaning as he saw his daughter eat all these items wholeheartedly. Even the other scientists were amazed at all the food that Christina was eating. The crew was also mesmerized when they saw the gigantic tush that they would be entering, gigantic in more than one way. They soon got suited up and Winn began preparing the spell to send them down into Christina. They would be placed in a small vehicle that would fly toward the landing site at the base of Christina's rectum. They would be camped out at the sphincter of Christina's bowels and were told to go into the rectum when they can, but to stay outside when they sleep. As the crew was nearly ready, Christina felt some pressure in her stomach, she was getting gas.
The crew of Bill and the scientists were about to get into their suits when they heard a loud gargling noise come from within Christina's stomach. She placed her hands on her hips and gave a devilish smile. From the seat of her pants came a loud rumbling noise that started to rumble throughout the shop, it shook her enormous ass cheeks and shook them violently as it took the fart and smell a moment to leave its cavernous canyon of a butt crack and enter the atmosphere of the shop, BBBBBBBBBHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!! A long, 14-second, bubbling fart came out from within Christina's bowels. It was a royal stinker too. Immediately, everyone in Winn's shop was taken aback by the warm fumes that were emitted from Christina. A strong, pungent odor of onions and Brussels sprouts filled up Winn's shop to the point that everyone was coughing and gagging. The odor was atrocious and it caused for everyone to leave the shop for a few moments while Winn took the shrinking potion with him. Captain Parker arrived at the shop and noticed that everyone was outside, trying to get a little fresh air, especially before their descent into Christina's butt. Though no one had noticed, Scientist B had an instant hard-on, that was easily the strongest fart he had ever heard or smelled, if only he had time to beat off before completely the mission.
"What the hell happened?" Captain Parker asked Bill.
"Christina farted…and it was a doozy." Bill said, still pinching his nose, even as they were outside, remnants of Christina 's fart were still flowing out of the door and into the outside. Captain Parker could only get to the doorframe before he was assaulted by the massive stench caused by Christina's powerful fart, and to think, this was only the first in what would be many, many farts for study outside the site. Scientist A started breathing in the contents near the doorframe and came up very quickly as the cause of the sulfuric odor from Christina's gas, Scientist B started getting a little aroused, such a powerful stench, coming from such a small girl, it was going to be three days in heaven, he thought. And Scientist C was amazed alone at the stench, as it was stronger than any fart she had ever produced, nor smelt from any of her male colleagues, this was truly an amazing girl, with a unique gift for producing vast quantities of gas. About 10 minutes later, Bill had finally gathered enough strength to go into the room and confront his daughter, who had just stood there, looking around, wondering what had taken everyone so long to return to the room. To her, the gas was nothing. Bill walked in and after coughing for a minute went to hug his daughter, in one last moment with her.
"Please…come back safe." Christina told her father while looking down at him.
"Don't fart that bad…just keep it normal and keep me safe. My life is in your hands." Bill said back to Christina. For once, it was Christina who would be looking after Bill and not the other way around. She had grown up and he knew it, now she was going to house her own father within her gaseous ass for three days. 15 minutes after Christina had cut the cheese, the air in the shop had been cleared just enough so that they could take part in the shrinking and allow for the team to travel into Christina's bowels. For which, Christina had to strip down to her bare butt and lie on the table in the shop while the crew continued to breathe in trace amounts of Christina's powerful fart.
The three scientists and Bill were placed in another room with Bill and they were given their final instructions and given their equipment that would last them for three days, furthermore, the equipment would be able to be shrunken by them. There was also a decision made for there to be communication between Bill and the outside world with a device that could send transmissions from him up to either Captain Parker or Christina, that way they would be able to give progress reports and the two sides could talk to each other. In Winn's shrinking spell, he gave them a little immunity to the stench to hopefully protect them, but there wasn't any guarantee that any of that would work. The four were then placed on a platform and sent inside a submarine object that would transport them at least into the depths of Christina's butt crack, which from there they would be able to power a way to her anus. Christina had to strip down to her bear butt on the table while a doctor was going to place the submarine into her butt, while on the table, he could breathe in heavily the gaseous odors still emitting from her butt. It had now been nearly a half an hour since Christina ripped that first fart and the stench was still strong within her blue jeans and around her exposed butt, which had warmed up since that first fart. It took the doctor a minute or two just to open up Christina's butt crack and stomach the stench coming out from it. Christina moaned as she was being felt like never before, but still the thought of people about to go inside her made her feel great inside, and what felt even better, her stomach was bubbling with a whole assortment of gases, being fermented within her stomach, if they wanted to study her gas, they would get a full dosage of it very soon. Finally, the moment came; Christina hugged Bill as he departed with the crew, Winn started dancing around chanting his usual spell phrase while blowing a powder on the four along with their submarine, shrinking them to minuscular size. The four responded back to the crew, they were ready and in good shape, the procedure had been a success. The four went inside the submarine, which Scientist A piloted. The doctor then picked up the submarine and pushed it inside of Christina's butt crack, which was still leaking some of her gas and the submarine was able to pilot itself inward all the while with the rest in the shop, listening to the coverage.
The doctor continued to observe the situation for a little longer while he also took a temperature of Christina's rectum, which was a bit warmer than usual, but after taking her temperature in her mouth he realized that it wasn't her body temperature being warm, but rather the large volumes of gas being produced in her anus that caused the rectum temperature to increase. It took three minutes for to reach the canyon that was Christina's buttcrack and the four all stared down to what seems like forever until they could see the outline of a hole at the very bottom. As they started going into the depths of her ass Christina shifted her weight a little bit almost causing them to fall in to a very horrible place, but it was quickly corrected. Now they finally stopped the submarine, they had piloted it as far as possible; it was about halfway down Christina's buttcrack. That was about as far as the submarine was going to go down the butt crack; there was just too much booty in the way. Christina's butt crack was very deep, deeper than the Grand Canyon would be to a normal person. For a person with tremendous butt cheeks, her canyon was just as big. Standing inside the Grand Canyon still wouldn't do justice for what the crew was experiencing at the butt crack of Christina. But Christina's butt was the worst place to be after Christina ate such a gas-inducing meal as she had.
"It's very dark in here." Bill relayed to Captain Parker, who told the crew to use their GPSs as they walked toward the base camp site at the foot of Christina's anus. Up top, Captain Parker also alerted the crew that Christina was starting to moan in displeasure and warned that her next gassy bout was about to happen. The crew in her buttcrack was then told to brace themselves. At this point, no one had ever been this close to someone's butt to smell their fart, let along with a farter like Christina, so it would all be a new experience to them, as they continued to walk further down the buttcrack toward the hole. After another five minutes, Christina laid there on the table and she began to moan even more, the doctor took one last temperature and saw that her inside temperature had gone up even more. Inside her ass, Bill and the crew felt the rumbling reach earthquake like heights as they felt the rumbling begin, they could now see vaguely where the anus was, and it started opening. Bill alerted the others to turn on their oxygen and brace themselves; Christina was going to let one rip.
By SellCon2762
Christina Lopez used her roller blades to navigate the busy streets of San Francisco one Tuesday afternoon, with a grumbling stomach. Wearing a green tank top with a long pair of blue jeans that tightly hugged her enormous ass and large calves; she gracefully moved her legs to power the blades down the street toward her home. Christina's butt though was her defining figure and the one she was best known for…in a multitude of ways. She didn't know if she had the ability to make it home or not before she had to let one rip. But as soon as she arrived at the secret entrance to the government facility, she was able to navigate herself to the nearest bathroom. There, Christina walked through the doorframe, which was only less than a foot from the top of her head and stood up high over the toilet, dwarfing it in size. She stripped off her pants and purple underwear and plopped her butt on the seat, covering it completely with bits of butt hanging on both sides. Her butt was big enough that no smell would escape the toilet, until she got up.
Christina sat there high upon the toilet where she grunted and released her first, smelly, sloppy fart into the toilet. The three-second gaseous explosion from her enormous rear end shook the entire toilet and signaled the beginning of her onslaught upon the poor porcelain throne. To most people in the complex, the toilet was sufficient for their needs, but not for Christina. However, the pains in her stomach had been far too great for her to navigate the entirety of the complex to worry about that. She started dropping massive loads of crap into the toilet, giving a sound of actual bricks falling into the water while mixed in with the sound of loud, mind-blowing farts to release the excess air from within her bowels.
All around Section 26, they could hear the furry and smell the fumes radiating from the bathroom as Christina continued to eliminate any of the previous Febreeze smell of the bathroom and alter it with her own, gaseous, rotten egg odor. She had gotten Mexican for lunch that day at school, and instead of stinking up the classroom, which was a common occurrence, she decided to hold it in. After ten minutes, Christina had been finished, and tried to flush the toilet, but it remained clogged. She shrugged to herself as she pulled her underwear up, covering her very generous butt and slid up her blue jeans. Then, the stench from the crap began to overtake the bathroom, filling it with an ominous odor from her Mexican meal. She liked to have the beans, but they did wonders to her digestive tract.
"Great. That's the second time this week. Maintenance isn't going to like this one…looks like a Class 4…no wait…probably a three. Oh well." She then proceeded to spray the Febreeze all over, using up the rest of the can, which only slightly took care of the smell. Christina was known throughout Section 26 for being a big-time farter, and just as easily a big-time clogger. They all knew the smell of Christina. Meanwhile, there was an unknown government official walking the corridors, dressed all professionally with a slight gray beard and big-rimmed glasses, he had just passed the bathroom where he noticed the enormous dump lying inside the bathroom. He was taken aback by the smell, even after the Febreeze, but then peered over and looked inside. An idea came to his head, and we wanted to know who the originator of that load was.
Christina was a tall, Hispanic teenager, really tall. In fact, she was among the tallest kids in the entire country. At just past 18 years of age and into her last year of high school, she stood and dominated over everything she saw. She stood at six foot six inches with her long, black hair flowing radiantly down her head to the top of her shoulders. She had a form of gigantism which had affected her height since she was young, but that also meant that she was able to tower over everyone, which she liked very much. Her height also gave her the chance to show off her fantastic curves. She bore nearly D cup breasts underneath her green tank top and appeared to be quite the hourglass figure. But her defining feature was her butt, and what a butt it was. Each cheek was nearly as big as her head, and it defied gravity by stretching out some six inches from her body. Still, even with her blessed curves, they didn't stand out too much with her increased height.
She had clearly been blessed with her mother's figures, a woman of similar size who had also worked there at Section 26, until she was killed on a mission one day. Both she and Christina's father, Bill had worked for Section 26 for nearly a couple of decades, and Christina had been a resident of the complex since birth. While it wasn't department policy to keep children, Christina had been a doll for the agents there and since the Lopez family had been one of the founders of Section 26, they decided to keep her around and let her grow up. Section 26 was an unofficial codename granted by the CIA to help assist in apprehending enemies of the United States, sometimes terrorists but not always. Section 26 had broken off from a larger Section 13, based in New York, and 26 has since branched off into Sections 39 and 52, based in Chicago and Houston respectively. Although the official location was never revealed to those not within the agency, Section 26 was located within Telegraph Hill, underneath several buildings upon the hill in the vicinity of Coit Tower. At 26, they were in charge of criminal activities along the West Coast, but the missions these agents took sometimes had taken them off to more exotic locations, and Christina had always wanted to go along with her father. Growing up in Section 26, she had been attracted to the life of a secret agent, and while her father would always protest that being "James Bond" wasn't what his job actually was, she had seen it in that kind of light.
Such a person like Christina, and one would have thought that she would have guys going all over her, and yes they did, but for a while. That was usually when they discovered the other thing that Christina's ass was famous for, its farts. Scientifically, what Christina had was Chronic Flatulence, realistically, what she had was far worse. More or less, there was no standard for the kind of flatulence and bowel movements this tall, Hispanic girl produced. Christina's digestive system was a vast and complex machine, one that no scientist or doctor had ever been able to fully understand. It's capacity was much greater than that of normal humans and the amount of food she ate on a daily basis was staggering. But most of her food was either burned into energy that she used while working out and competing in sports, or expelled through her bowels with her horrendous farts and toilet clogging dumps. While it started around the age of 9, Christina's gas started to increase in power each year. Almost at the same time, she increased in height and size, though fat she never was. Even though she weighed nearly 220 pounds, her height made up for it and that weight was distributed in the best places. Of course, it wasn't all fat; there was plenty of muscle in her glutes too. She was a high school volleyball player and a track runner, so she was kept in great shape. With Christina's high allowance for food intake, it took a considerable amount to keep her full, but since Bill was connected to the government, his salary was able to take care of it generously.
The government official who had been inside the Section 26 bathroom had looked at the crap in the bowl for several minutes, before he was inspired to seek out Captain Parker, the head chief of Section 26. Captain Parker was an older man, but short in stature, he actually only went up to Christina's breasts, though he recalled a time when he could look down on the budding little girl. He wore a brown jacket with a white t-shirt underneath and was busy at a wall of monitors checking in on the progress of some of his agents out in the field. The official reached the Captain and took him by surprise.
"Stanley…what a…surprise. What brings you to San Fran…what can I do for you?" Parker, surprised by the appearance of who was his superior officer, had stood up from the computer consuls.
"Captain Parker…I smelled something in the bathroom over there, a strong odor, like crap…but that was stronger than anything else I've smelt before." The government official had stated, Parker had looked embarrassed and began to apologize.
"I'm terribly sorry for the conditions of the bathroom; we have a maintenance crew on the way right now…I'm terribly…" Parker was interrupted by the government official.
"No…no…no…it's not the upkeep of that bathroom that I'm interested in. I have every confidence that you can keep the complex running just fine, and I know you well enough. No, what I was wanting to now is….who was in there?" Parker raised his eyebrows as he looked up at his boss; he was completely serious when he said this.
"Who?" Asked Parker again, just to clarify.
"Look…I know this is awkward, and obviously not a question I would ask most people. But the federal government, more or less the Department of Health and Human Services along with the CDC had for some time been conducting experiments on people's digestive systems, to get more information, more data, facts about these…uncomfortable topics. Still, in the interest of science, they are doing it. I got the memo on the issue a few weeks ago and they have been looking for the perfect specimen to 'research.' When I smelt that bathroom and saw what was in there, I knew that this person…whoever left that in the toilet, would be a prime candidate. So, yes, in the interest of benefiting the American people, I want to know…who was in that bathroom?"
"It was Christina, Bill Lopez's daughter. She was the last to use the bathroom, and had called for maintenance to take care of the problem." Captain Parker replied while he continued to look back at the computer monitors.
"Christina? It was a girl who did that?"
"Yes…Christina is Bill's 18-year old daughter; she has been with us ever since she was born. And over the past 10 years or so, she's been farting up a storm. That is the reason we have installed fumigators around this complex. We received a grant to get rid of the smell she causes. Sir, there are people to fart, and people who fart pretty well, and then there is Christina. No one has ever since a girl, let alone a person who passes gas as much. You catch her here when her family has Mexican food and sometimes those fumigators aren't even enough. On the nights that they have it, I just tell my agents to leave and enjoy a night out on the town. "
"Dear God, that is impressive, and she's only a teenager? Can I see her…would that be possible?"
"Let's contact Bill first; he should be in shortly…so what kind of data are you looking into?" Parker said as he sent a text message to Bill, asking him to arrive at headquarters as soon as possible.
"From what I've seen, they have done plenty of study on…stools, that sample isn't that hard to obtain…its farts that we want to study more…but it requires a different approach." Several minutes had passed and Bill was just arriving. Both men thought that they could smell a particular odor coming from around, but it wasn't that noticeable.
"Bill?! Stanley here has an interesting idea…we need you to hear about it." Parker called Bill into his own office, located in a part of the hallway near the living space of the Lopez family. Bill had just gotten back from a mission in Mexico and was curious as to Stanley's thought. He was no short man himself, at around six feet with a dark red 49ers sweatshirt and a pair of blue jeans, he had curly brown hair and a small beard around his chin.
"What can I do for you?" Bill asked eager to help his superior officer's superior officer.
"We may have some need for your daughter; Parker here tells me that she gets a lot of…gas."
"Yeah…what does that have to do with you though?"
"Bill…your daughter can help provide us with something that we haven't been able to do before, a study of human flatulence, and in depth study, from what I've heard so far, your daughter has been known for cutting the cheese, what we would like to do is to research how she does that…who knows, perhaps they may find a cure to curb it down a bit." Captain Parker started noticing a rotten egg smell develops down the hallway as they approached the room Christina was in.
"Study? How would you be studying her, granted, she's 18, and as much as I have wanted to keep her safe and away from doing these things…but she's an adult." Bill was unhappy, but had to acknowledge that his daughter had independence. Since she grew up in Section 26, she had wanted to become an agent, and since Bill's wife had died during a mission he was on about the time Christina was 12. Since then, she has wanted to be on Bill's side, as a sidekick for him or not, carrying on the tradition of her mother. But at this point, she was continuing to go to high school, receiving pretty decent grades and perhaps on her way to go to either San Francisco State, UC, or if she was able to pull it through Stanford. Of course, there are a few who say that her good grades are only because her teachers couldn't handle having the gassy behemoth in their classroom twice.
"Yeah…what were your ideas of doing this?" Parker had asked, and then…as soon as he thought of a way for the study, a weird idea came to him, something that the CDC or Department of Health and Human Services would have never thought of.
"How about shrinking?" Parker proposed.
"Shrinking? Like…shrink the…"
"…the ones who will be doing the studying, and place them inside of Christina's butt. I am proposing this because we have the ability to actually do this." Parker's suggestion had caught both the government official and Bill off guard.
"You can shrink people…how come I've never heard of this. We have been trying to develop shrinking and growing technology, and you are telling me that you guys have perfected the technology?"
"The technology no…but we have a means of doing so. An old wizard in Chinatown named Winn. He helped us in an operation a few months back, in which we had to track a suspect to a particular location, we did it here in the city, Bill was the main leader of the group…" Parker began to explain.
"…was he shrunk himself?" the government official had asked.
"No…but he can attest that the shrinking works. We can shrink the…people who would be doing this project, shrink their equipment, and give them com units to keep in touch with us. Winn could conjure us up a spell that would accomplish that. We can then transport them into Christina's butt and have them stay there. If you want to get your research, wouldn't it be appropriate from the source itself?"
"I thought magic was against the wishes of the federal government?" Bill addressed Parker who had been weary of the first time they attempted it.
"Yeah…me too, I'll have to clear it with Washington…but…" the government official began to recall the deep stench he had smelt when he heard Christina fart, the thought was arousing him. He didn't want the research to stop and had even considered for a brief moment whether or not he should go. "…you know…Washington doesn't need to know about the shrinking part. I'll contact the Department of Health though that we have found a specimen and will need a few of their scientists out her as soon as possible."
"That is an interesting idea…but I'll have to clear it with both Bill and Christina herself, 18 or not, she still needs to know what is going on." The government official had confirmed, he pointed to Bill who nodded his head. He had been with his daughter all his life, he knew how bad her gas was, and anything to at least curb it would be helpful.
"I would have to clear it with her." Bill said as the three approached Christina's room. There she sat on the floor, playing one of her video games in a most playful manner, with a strong, rotten odor in the air. The government official was taken back at first by what he had smelled come out of that room. Christina was sitting in her room and she was out of her pants. She was now wearing her yellow volleyball shorts that covered her butt very tightly. Each butt cheek was larger than the heads of any of the men looking at her. As Christina sat there playing a game, she tilted her body to the right, and out came another powerful fart, BRRRAAAPPPPPTTTHHH! The fart shook the girl's tight shorts and vibrated the nearby floor, where a small brown spot had developed. This was not just any fart. It was a hot rasping eye waterer. With the three grown men so close to the source there's no escape. They could almost see thick yellow smog hanging in the air. Trying to resist gagging they turned around and take a few shallow breaths until Christina began tilting her ass to the right and another loud ripper that almost deafened her ears and brings out another potent stench. The room was almost out of air. Christina giggled furiously as she looked back at the three men, suffering from the potency of her fart.
"Sorry…I farted, must have been the chili I had earlier." She said as she waved the air around her face, breathing in the strong rotten egg and cheese smell that had polluted the room. The government official, while taken back by what he had to smell from Christina Lopez, was also very impressed and knew that this was the right choice. To study the fart, they had to get it from a powerful source, and this teenage girl might have been the best choice of them all.
Bill, Captain Parker, and the government official had vacated the room that Christina had cleared out. Inside, Christina was still laughing as she continued to breathe in the heavy stink that her previous fart had created. The three men went back to a computer consul where they discussed more about Christina's farting.
"What does that girl eat…to produce farts like that?" the government official asked.
"Anything…honestly, anything gives her gas…though beans, vegetables, and cheese give her the worst. Her daily intake of milk and protein shakes don't help much either." Bill explained.
Captain Parker had explained the chemical that Section 26 created that when digested gives Christina super-powered farts, way worse than even her bad farts already are. "We combined several of foods that gave Christina bad gas and placed it inside a chemical compound and then we gave it to her. We wanted to test the effect, so that we could use her perhaps for chemical warfare, her farts are THAT bad if she wants them to be. The problem is…the chemicals have made her farts much worse than even we could project. We have a measuring device that records the power of her farts on a scale we measure as CFI, or the Christina Fart Index. On a normal human being, the score is around 3 or 4, 5 on a really bad day. If you had gotten back from a Mexican restaurant and had been drinking a lot of beer, that would be a 5. Christina regularly now farts 20s on the scale, and 50s on a really bad day. With the chemical, she can break 60, but even without the chemical, catch her on a good day for her and she can still break 60." Captain Parker explained.
"What would the chemical do to a normal human?" The government official asked.
"Theirs would be no worse than a 10, bad on most scales, but weak on Christina's." The official was now quite astonished to hear this, he knew that he had found the perfect specimen, even without the chemical, he had plenty of gas to work with from Christina.
All of the sudden, the three heard another loud rumble come from of the direction of Christina's room. It shook the nearby room and out from the room came a green smoky haze. All the agents working around that site immediately vacated the premises as they knew what had just happened: Christina had farted, again. But this was one of her more massive farts. A strong, sewer-gas seeped out of the room with a suffocating sour milk and cheese stench that dominated the hallway of the Section 26. A few moments later, Christina appeared out from her room, coughing a little bit. She was having some pretty horrendous farts. Her tremendous ass had been on fire as it was burning through her shorts, this had been a normal episode for her though. Beside her was the source of her gas, her gigantic pot of chili had ground beef, sausage, peppers, hot spices and sauces, and 4 different types of beans. And she ate 3 delicious bowls with the fourth one at her side. By this time of the day, her colon decided that it would manifest into a vehicle of death. So as she started walking closer to the men at the computer consuls, she released a diabolical bomb of gas. She gave a big smile at the group as she started walking toward the computer consuls as they were looking at the formula that they created for Christina. As she walked toward the consuls the stench of her farts grew stronger and stronger. The seat of her shorts was burning with all the warm gas that had accumulated there after her farts. There were plenty of coughs around the complex as Christina's gas continued to filter throughout Section 26, giving the girl plenty of glee.
"Hey dad." Christina said while she started waving her hands to get rid of the gas that had enveloped her ass and floated throughout the complex. The government official was more and more impressed with the incredible quantities of Christina's gas. The government official was taken back the tremendous size of Christina. She towered over him by nearly a foot and she had to bend down, almost hitting him with her large breasts to see him. Bill had taken the government official aside to explain a little more before he went on to explain his mission. Christina's tall stature meant that she played volleyball, and while she was fierce on the court, her stomach was just as bad, especially after she ate Taco Bell or chili. Either one of those foods would give Christina a lethal combination of gas. They had to clear the entire gymnasium one day after Christina kept on ripping bean-scented farts, continuously, some 20 farts in about 10 minutes. She could only laugh to see what was going on. Christina was a tomboy at heart, and while most people would be ashamed with such a farting problem, Christina embraced it; she would often eat the gassiest foods just to see what would happen.
The government official was still getting more impressed with what he was hearing, all while smelling the pungent odor of her gas around her. She continued to smile as she began wondering what the three men were looking at her for.
"She's perfect." The government official said as he had to put his shirt over his nose to cover up the smell. But he was sincere in his claim.
"Perfect?" Parker asked.
"When we do these experiments, we want the best of the best. Christina's farts are the best and from what you guys have told me here, she would be the perfect specimen to study. We would be doing our country a great disservice if we don't study someone of this caliber."
"Caliber?" Parker asked, but was then interrupted by the government official who asked Bill if he could ask his daughter about the possible mission. The government official then turned over to Christina, who had remained standing, listening in on their conversation in praise of her mega farts.
"Alright then," the government official began, "Christina, what if I were to tell you that the government needs you for a mission?" Christina's eyes were enlightened as she began to wonder what kind of mission she was in for.
"Cool! What will I be doing in this?" Christina started getting excited about the prospects of her mission. The official looked at both Bill and Captain Parker and began talking. She took out her soda can and proceeded to drink the entire thing in one huge gulp. After a few seconds had passed, she expelled from her mouth a tremendous belch that filled the air with more of Christina's gaseous force. The government official had to wave his hand around for a few seconds in an attempt to get more air.
"He…he…sorry." Christina said innocently. The government official then began to state the request.
"All you would have to do is…um…fart for us." Christina giggled as she heard this request from the government, "…we want to do an in depth look at your bowels and your gas production and expulsion. Ultimately, we want to take some scientists, shrink them, and place them inside your body to measure the power and intensity of your farts and to record data on them that we have never been able to obtain before." Christina at first looked disappointed but began to imagine the feeling of small people up her butthole, recording her farts.
"So…what would my job be?" Christina asked with a smile.
"Your job would be to produce as many of your….*COUGH*…impressive farts. You are likely the best candidate on Earth for this job and we want to study from the best. Our research may be able to help find out about this part of the human digestive system that we often…forget about. Their studies within your bowels would help create a framework on every aspect of farts imaginable. Perhaps even help in developing medicines that could curb flatulence. It's a natural part of the human system, there ought to be ways we can exploit it."
"Perhaps as a weapon?" Bill asked, since it was always an idea of his and Parker's to use Christina as a biological weapon of sorts. If she were out in the field as an agent and needed information from a suspect, she could use her farts as a natural form of getting information.
"Possibly? But we need to know what kind of weapon we would be dealing with first, hence the need for research." The government official responded back.
"How long would your scientists be within…Christina?" Captain Parker asked the government official. Likely 48 hours or so, so that they can record for a considerate period of time. They would be wearing protective suits that would keep them safe."
"Cool! Just imagine, two days in my butt!" Christina was getting pretty interested in this idea and she was pretty much ready to go ahead with it. The government will be able to provide whatever it wants to both these two and the usage of Christina's bowels to benefit America will mean that we can help offset some costs for these two in the future. All of Christina's food will be provided by the government." The offer was starting to sound even better for Bill, but the three of them were taken off guard by a strong scent. Deep within the seat of Christina's pants, a super-heated, methane powered, bean-scented gas was being expelled like a pack of lions roaring out of a cave. The fart lasted a total of ten seconds but it soon became clear what had happened. The fart smelled of garbage and funk and it wreaked havoc across nearly the entire complex, the chili had really gotten a hold of Christina's bowels. "Excuse me." Christina said giggling.
"Dear Lord Child!" The government official said as he continued to have trouble breathing in the fumes of Christina's fart. The heavy rotten egg stench was heavy in the air and had even risen the air temperature by a couple of degrees. It was an inhuman smell and well over a 30 on Christina's fart scale. The fart stench was causing the eyes of every man within that complex to water profoundly and caused nearly half the staff there to leave to get some fresh air while they constantly gagged on the way out. Christina could only giggle to watch what these grown men were doing because she had farted "That is amazing…that is so bad…I have never, NEVER, smelt a fart like that before!" the official claimed as he looked at Christina with pride.
"That's what they call an SBD!" Christina said proudly. "An SBD?" asked the official. "A Silent BUT DEADLY Fart! And boy was that one a stinker!" Christina continued to giggle at the effect of her amazing fart. Christina's SBD farts were legendary throughout Section 26, and just about anywhere where people have been in contact with her. Christina's regular farts were already well ahead of her normal humans, but when she was given the opportunity to produce a truly monstrous fart, that silently leaves her body and enters the atmosphere to supplant the natural air with her own, it made her happy.
Captain Parker had brought the wizard Winn over to Section 26 to explain with him the premise of the idea. "We need a shrinking potion for this team that will need to travel for two…" Captain Parker was cut off by the government official who stated that it now had to be three days.
"Three days?" Captain Parker asked.
"Correct, the first day we will do this will be Friday; we want to get a day of Christina in school, how her gas is then, and the next two she will be back at Section 26. We want to get her gas on a normal day of her life and then we will focus the next two days on getting the full analytical data, before resizing the people on Sunday. We will shrink them Thursday Night so that they can greet Christina's bowels on Friday Morning." The government official explained.
"Alright then…three days in the chamber of death." Parker said, half-jokingly, all he could think was that he was happy to not be going with the crew.
"It shouldn't be a problem for me…I'll have my assistant Bailey obtain the proper ingredients and I'll get something together by Thursday. Of course, I will have to be using something more potent than the last time, since they were only shrunken for a few hours." Winn explained to both Parker and the government official.
"I still can't believe you want to do this." Bill said in disbelief with his head down, that's when Captain Parker looked over toward him and explained that he had another idea.
"Bill…how would you like to join the scientists?" Captain Parker's request at his friend caught him with shock.
"What?" was all that Bill could muster up.
"I know…I know…it sounds weird, and probably disturbing, but you know Christina more than anyone else here…you would have an insight to what Christina would do…not to mention you have a bit of an immunity to Christina 's farts." explained Captain Parker.
"No I don't…at least not a full immunity, and at that scale, immunities would do very little." Bill looked over at his daughter in another room, watching TV and eating what looked like her fifth bowl of chili, he began to worry over any thought of being inside his daughter's rectum, he looked at Winn and asked if a potion could be devised to keep the smell down for him.
"Perhaps…but it wouldn't get rid of the smell completely…only partially. Of course, I assume you guys will have equipment to keep these guys from passing out." Winn explained.
"Sure…the crew will have plenty of oxygen available, plus you'll have suits to wear and be sleeping in state-of-the-art tents that should shield some of the stench away from you." Parker tried to reassure his good friend, who figured that that was going to have to do.
"That would have to be enough…I guess I could go, but what would I do?" Bill asked Captain Parker.
"You would have to keep the scientists cool, and protect them in case…anything happens, I will reward you handsomely as will the U.S. Government if you go along with this, besides this is a family member of yours, you know what's going through her mind and what kind of things she does. You will be a resource to the other scientists on background information about this girl's behaviors, you're participation will be crucial, do you guys not go into missions with some go-to guy for information?" The government official asked as he tried to hype up the significance that Bill would have on the mission. After a few minutes to think about it, he decided to go along with it. All his life, since he started out with the San Francisco Police Department and later with Section 26, he was committed to helping America, and to refuse this opportunity would be betraying his oath of duty. He agreed to participate, but then Bill sighed to himself as he started wondering what he was getting himself into.
"You're going inside my butt?" Christina asked in astonishment as she heard of the plan. Bill shook his head as he acknowledged that he was indeed part of the team studied to investigate Christina's farts.
"I know it sounds weird, and believe me it is…but they feel that I would know more about you so that I can study them further. Just try not to kill me who knows what your killer farts would be like at the level I will be at." Christina shook her head in agreement, for she really didn't want to kill or hurt her Winn, even with her own digestive processes. The next two days were spent with Christina spending some time with several scientists to develop a diet that would complement her for the three days of the research. They were surprised to hear that everything gave her gas, but they soon found out various other foods that Christina ate that gave her "really good gas." Breakfasts each day would consist of her eating eggs, meat, and lots of milk, along with her normal protein shakes. Lunch would involve a special Mexican meal full of beans and cheese along with more of her milk. Dinner on Friday would be chili with extra beans, and more Mexican meals for both Saturday and Sunday. Also, she was advised that for each meal, she would be eating some broccoli and cabbage, two foods that they were told would up her fart ante, far more than it already was. Christina started licking her lips when she realized the diet she'd be put through, no one would want to be near her butt after those three days. But the one thing they forbid her from doing, or less she'd be disqualified from the study, was to take any chemicals for her farts, they wanted to study them on a natural level and not have it be amplified by the chemicals, although this disappointed Christina, she knew that with her diet that wouldn't be much of a difference, the added quantities of the foods in fact might increase her farting power on their own. In addition to this, she ate three full cans of beans each day to add on to her farting before she would start this diet.
A team was devised by the government officials; three individuals would join Bill inside Christina's butt. The three officials arrived in San Francisco on the Thursday before the mission. And given the rather, disturbing aspect of the mission, their names were shielded, instead they were given the codenames of Scientists A, B and C. The first was an expert on smells and was sent to investigate the individual smells that would come out of Christina's butt. He stood in a red sweater vest with gray slacks and was an older man in his 50s; still, he was the senior official on the authority of the digestive system in the country, he was Scientist A. The second one was a scatologist, who also investigates the digestive system and was a male who had always had a fascination with crap and farts, unknown to those around him. He was a younger male, likely in his mid-20s who had studied the topic since high school. He had always been fascinated with the female fart and had a brief experience with an old girlfriend of his who'd like to cut the cheese, he was Scientist B. The third was a female scientist in her late 20s, with a white coat and khaki pants. She was there to investigate the fact that this was done from a female specimen, she would explore Christina's feminine qualities when compounded with her farts, and to help dispel the old rumor about girl's not farting, she was Scientist C. These three would accompany Bill on the voyage inside Christina's butt. Several photographs were taken from the inside of Christina's bottom to locate possible sites for the team to be situated. They would be shrunken to near minuscular levels so that even the hair on Christina's large butt. The crew would be outfitted with suits that would provide up to three days' worth of oxygen each and a special tent that would house them and keep the air circulated with mostly oxygen, though they admitted that Christina's fart smell would like permeate throughout the site permanently for those three days.
On that fateful Thursday Evening, the crew was sent over to Winn's shop, where he would be doing the shrinking. Winn was an older Chinese man with a bald head and a gray beard on his chin, he was roughly in his 60s, and was wearing a dark red bath robe with some blue jeans and white t-shirt underneath. His assistant, Bailey was a much younger kid, about 24 years old, a taller kid, he was wearing a white beater with some black jeans on, but he was also very loyal to his master, Winn and the two had been together for about ten years. They both worked on the potion that would shrink the crew of four and their equipment into the bowels of Christina Lopez. At the shop, they began Christina's gassy diet regimen. That night, she was given a large bowl of chili with onions and cheese and a bowl of Brussels sprouts, to wash it off they would give her a jug of milk and a glass of her protein shake. Bill stared moaning as he saw his daughter eat all these items wholeheartedly. Even the other scientists were amazed at all the food that Christina was eating. The crew was also mesmerized when they saw the gigantic tush that they would be entering, gigantic in more than one way. They soon got suited up and Winn began preparing the spell to send them down into Christina. They would be placed in a small vehicle that would fly toward the landing site at the base of Christina's rectum. They would be camped out at the sphincter of Christina's bowels and were told to go into the rectum when they can, but to stay outside when they sleep. As the crew was nearly ready, Christina felt some pressure in her stomach, she was getting gas.
The crew of Bill and the scientists were about to get into their suits when they heard a loud gargling noise come from within Christina's stomach. She placed her hands on her hips and gave a devilish smile. From the seat of her pants came a loud rumbling noise that started to rumble throughout the shop, it shook her enormous ass cheeks and shook them violently as it took the fart and smell a moment to leave its cavernous canyon of a butt crack and enter the atmosphere of the shop, BBBBBBBBBHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!! A long, 14-second, bubbling fart came out from within Christina's bowels. It was a royal stinker too. Immediately, everyone in Winn's shop was taken aback by the warm fumes that were emitted from Christina. A strong, pungent odor of onions and Brussels sprouts filled up Winn's shop to the point that everyone was coughing and gagging. The odor was atrocious and it caused for everyone to leave the shop for a few moments while Winn took the shrinking potion with him. Captain Parker arrived at the shop and noticed that everyone was outside, trying to get a little fresh air, especially before their descent into Christina's butt. Though no one had noticed, Scientist B had an instant hard-on, that was easily the strongest fart he had ever heard or smelled, if only he had time to beat off before completely the mission.
"What the hell happened?" Captain Parker asked Bill.
"Christina farted…and it was a doozy." Bill said, still pinching his nose, even as they were outside, remnants of Christina 's fart were still flowing out of the door and into the outside. Captain Parker could only get to the doorframe before he was assaulted by the massive stench caused by Christina's powerful fart, and to think, this was only the first in what would be many, many farts for study outside the site. Scientist A started breathing in the contents near the doorframe and came up very quickly as the cause of the sulfuric odor from Christina's gas, Scientist B started getting a little aroused, such a powerful stench, coming from such a small girl, it was going to be three days in heaven, he thought. And Scientist C was amazed alone at the stench, as it was stronger than any fart she had ever produced, nor smelt from any of her male colleagues, this was truly an amazing girl, with a unique gift for producing vast quantities of gas. About 10 minutes later, Bill had finally gathered enough strength to go into the room and confront his daughter, who had just stood there, looking around, wondering what had taken everyone so long to return to the room. To her, the gas was nothing. Bill walked in and after coughing for a minute went to hug his daughter, in one last moment with her.
"Please…come back safe." Christina told her father while looking down at him.
"Don't fart that bad…just keep it normal and keep me safe. My life is in your hands." Bill said back to Christina. For once, it was Christina who would be looking after Bill and not the other way around. She had grown up and he knew it, now she was going to house her own father within her gaseous ass for three days. 15 minutes after Christina had cut the cheese, the air in the shop had been cleared just enough so that they could take part in the shrinking and allow for the team to travel into Christina's bowels. For which, Christina had to strip down to her bare butt and lie on the table in the shop while the crew continued to breathe in trace amounts of Christina's powerful fart.
The three scientists and Bill were placed in another room with Bill and they were given their final instructions and given their equipment that would last them for three days, furthermore, the equipment would be able to be shrunken by them. There was also a decision made for there to be communication between Bill and the outside world with a device that could send transmissions from him up to either Captain Parker or Christina, that way they would be able to give progress reports and the two sides could talk to each other. In Winn's shrinking spell, he gave them a little immunity to the stench to hopefully protect them, but there wasn't any guarantee that any of that would work. The four were then placed on a platform and sent inside a submarine object that would transport them at least into the depths of Christina's butt crack, which from there they would be able to power a way to her anus. Christina had to strip down to her bear butt on the table while a doctor was going to place the submarine into her butt, while on the table, he could breathe in heavily the gaseous odors still emitting from her butt. It had now been nearly a half an hour since Christina ripped that first fart and the stench was still strong within her blue jeans and around her exposed butt, which had warmed up since that first fart. It took the doctor a minute or two just to open up Christina's butt crack and stomach the stench coming out from it. Christina moaned as she was being felt like never before, but still the thought of people about to go inside her made her feel great inside, and what felt even better, her stomach was bubbling with a whole assortment of gases, being fermented within her stomach, if they wanted to study her gas, they would get a full dosage of it very soon. Finally, the moment came; Christina hugged Bill as he departed with the crew, Winn started dancing around chanting his usual spell phrase while blowing a powder on the four along with their submarine, shrinking them to minuscular size. The four responded back to the crew, they were ready and in good shape, the procedure had been a success. The four went inside the submarine, which Scientist A piloted. The doctor then picked up the submarine and pushed it inside of Christina's butt crack, which was still leaking some of her gas and the submarine was able to pilot itself inward all the while with the rest in the shop, listening to the coverage.
The doctor continued to observe the situation for a little longer while he also took a temperature of Christina's rectum, which was a bit warmer than usual, but after taking her temperature in her mouth he realized that it wasn't her body temperature being warm, but rather the large volumes of gas being produced in her anus that caused the rectum temperature to increase. It took three minutes for to reach the canyon that was Christina's buttcrack and the four all stared down to what seems like forever until they could see the outline of a hole at the very bottom. As they started going into the depths of her ass Christina shifted her weight a little bit almost causing them to fall in to a very horrible place, but it was quickly corrected. Now they finally stopped the submarine, they had piloted it as far as possible; it was about halfway down Christina's buttcrack. That was about as far as the submarine was going to go down the butt crack; there was just too much booty in the way. Christina's butt crack was very deep, deeper than the Grand Canyon would be to a normal person. For a person with tremendous butt cheeks, her canyon was just as big. Standing inside the Grand Canyon still wouldn't do justice for what the crew was experiencing at the butt crack of Christina. But Christina's butt was the worst place to be after Christina ate such a gas-inducing meal as she had.
"It's very dark in here." Bill relayed to Captain Parker, who told the crew to use their GPSs as they walked toward the base camp site at the foot of Christina's anus. Up top, Captain Parker also alerted the crew that Christina was starting to moan in displeasure and warned that her next gassy bout was about to happen. The crew in her buttcrack was then told to brace themselves. At this point, no one had ever been this close to someone's butt to smell their fart, let along with a farter like Christina, so it would all be a new experience to them, as they continued to walk further down the buttcrack toward the hole. After another five minutes, Christina laid there on the table and she began to moan even more, the doctor took one last temperature and saw that her inside temperature had gone up even more. Inside her ass, Bill and the crew felt the rumbling reach earthquake like heights as they felt the rumbling begin, they could now see vaguely where the anus was, and it started opening. Bill alerted the others to turn on their oxygen and brace themselves; Christina was going to let one rip.
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My Gassy Mom (true story)
This story contains female flatulence. If you do not like that, please don't read. That simple.
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I grew up in a relatively normal household. I was the only child to a mother and step father who were in themselves, fairly normal except for one little thing.
My mom had serious gas.
All through my teenage years, she would fart constantly, every day, without a care in the world. They would be long, loud and proud. It's like she didn't even hear herself while she did it. We would sometimes call her out on it she would shrug it off like it was no big deal. Now this may not have had an effect on me if it wasn't for the fact that they were coming from my mother's mega big butt.
Seriously, imagine the mom from Dexter's Laboratory except with brown, curly hair. Now, I didn't have any secret fantasy of wanting to get it on with my mother but(t) being a teen with
a developing sex drive and
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Mikasa's gassy desperation (Attack on Titan fart)
WARNING!!! THIS STORY CONTAINS FARTS!!! IF YOU DO NOT LIKE... LEAVE NOW!!!
BUT IF YOU DO LIKE FARTS (and AOT) PREPARE FOR THE BEST FUCKING STORY YOU HAVE EVER READ!!! (now without further ado, lets crack in.(also also, this story contains slight spoilers for season 2 (nothing beyond that) so take that as a warning) )
The scouts where an elite team among the people of the walls. they where people who where brave enough to risk there lives and venture off outside the wall to find a way to end the rein of the Titans that posed risked to humanity's survival. one of these brave soldiers where Mikasa Ackerman.
(tough she only joined because Eren insisted for her to join) Mikasa proved to be one of the if not THE best soldier in the new scout recruits. nothing could stop her rampage as she slayed titans one after the other with pure elegance and grace. Well... ALMOST anything.
GRwwwgrleeeeee....
as the scouts where riding on there houses back to the wall, Mikasa's stomach was causing her
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My Kink Stinks. (A Farcical Tale.)
KA-CLANK!The obnoxious banging of the locker as it was closed shut and locked, along with the dreaded fidgeting of jean zippers and the shuffling of them as they were pulled down. I peered frightfully out of the locker slits, before two massive, tanned round orbs obscured my vision, blocking out the incoming light."I hope you're ready, Fenzington. Cafeteria was serving those god awful barbeque sandwiches and I ate about five of 'em. Either that or I was gonna starve.. Oof.."ggggRrrrrghgggggllllleeee...An ominous rumble made itself known as it echoed out from her boiling guts, and my heart rate accelerated. She was getting ready to blow."B...
The first part of Inside a Farting Girl's Ass
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With purple underwear l would like him to do it to me