HOW IT STARTED WITH MELISSA’S FARTS

By: SellCon2762

NOTE: I should point out, that these characters are all fictional and that the scenes are fictional as

well. This is just a cute story I thought about to provide an “origins story” for me, but to take note,

none of this actually happened. I wish it did though.

Playing a pick-up game of basketball with a friend of mine one hazy Saturday afternoon, I

did not know yet what would start from this simply day. I had been interested in girls farting for a

few years before this day, I’d read some stories and see some videos and the idea just turned me

on, for some reason. I also knew how to write, I’d write some stories, completely unrelated stories

about fictional people interacting in magical adventures while living in a inner city lower-class

neighborhood. But never had I written anything about farting, I’d read stories and all, but never

write any. At a certain point, I decided to start writing stories, and this was the inspiration for that.

Every person has their own inspiration, usually it’s within the family, or from some stories or a

video they watch. Maybe they are just kinky and think about the taboo parts of the fetish,

sometimes it just happens to them. My story involves a friend of mine and his sister, and as you

could probably guess from all the stories I have written, it was his gassy sister.

I, Tim Sell, was in a blue jersey setup with matching mesh shorts and my short 5’6 frame, I

never got any taller than that in my life and playing up against me, an inch taller was Billy

Carpenter, a black kid with real short hair and a pair of big-rimmed sunglasses. He was wearing a

white jersey with red shorts. We had been friends since middle school, largely because we didn’t

fit in with everyone else. Not that we were outcasts and we certainly weren’t be picked on by

others, we kept to ourselves and I believe that attraction worked well for us. But as with many

things in life, it just came spontaneously and we developed a bit of a friendship. We were both 19

and out of high school, trying to find some purpose in our lives. I was looking for some work at the

moment and Billy was getting ready to go so some community college. The two of us would play

sports, sometimes video games and hang out with each other, I knew every member of the

immediate Carpenter family and him the Sells. I won’t go out to say that he was my very best

friend, but he was right there near the top. The Carpenters were your standard middle-class

family, high middle-class actually and they well regarded in the neighborhood. Their two kids were

also well received, but it was the sister who was making more of the headlines these days.

I had just rebounded a shot of Billy’s as I was taking it back when she walked out onto the

court, Melissa Carpenter, Billy’s sister. Melissa, or Missy as she sometimes called, was a big 15-

year old girl, remarkably tall for her age at an even six feet and four inches, she was the real pride

in the family and a up and coming beauty in her own right. Her skin was an ebony color, a little

lighter than her brother’s, it was nearly identical to her mother’s, while Billy’s was like his father’s.

And while Billy’s father was 5’9, her mother was a giant herself, standing at 6’3; she was the tallest

of the family for many years, until Melissa had finally caught up. It was no surprise where Melissa

got her looks from. She stood out of the crowd in anything the family did; she had a nice firm pair

of legs and a decent-sized torso budding out to a nice pair of C cups that were nearing D cups. She

had the kindest face I had seen in any girl, an innocent personality that was so cute that you

couldn’t really ever say anything bad to her; it would break you if you did. Her long black hair

flowed down to about her shoulder plate and in front started to flow on the top part of her

growing breasts. And her butt, well it wasn’t the biggest thing I had ever seen, but it was two nice,

jugly pieces of real estate that were well suspended in the black shorts she wore, along with a

white tank top that looked like it was about to be stretched a little. Some industrial-strength sports

bra contained her breasts as she picked up the basketball from me and took it in for a quick and

easy lay in.

“Morning brother.” She said as she walked up to Billy and picked him up off his feet, nearly

a foot off the ground, smothering him in her chest before putting in back down on the ground. It

was an understatement to say that Melissa had control over any situation she was in. At my

height, I was as tall as her chin with her brother nearly identical, we were both eye level with her

abundant cleavage, which always made Billy feel a bit, inadequate.

“Morning to you too Timmy.” Melissa said as she looked over in my direction. She wasn’t

going to give me the same greeting as her brother, but I never expected that.

“It’s Tim.” I corrected her.

“Sure it is…wanna play a game with me?” She asked with that expected innocent child’s

charm, but it would be a mistake to play against her and expect to win, I was savvy enough to

decline. Melissa was a star basketball player at our old high school, at her height she could play

pretty much whatever she wanted and she did. She competed in basketball and track and did

volleyball her freshman year, this coming year though she would not play. In all of her sports, she

was by far the tallest member. Even in high school, she was the tallest female by a half a foot and

tallest in the school by one inch, a few guys were about six foot themselves, but she had surpassed

everyone by the end of her freshman year.

“How about you Billy.”

“I’m already winded out from playing here with Tim. You should have come out earlier.”

“I was just finishing up breakfast.”

“Took you long enough….have you ever seen her eat before?” Bill asked me.

“Yeah, like last month. I was here for pizza, I asked you guys why you ordered an extra

pizza and then it became very clear when Mel tore through the whole thing. You just have a big

metabolism, don’t ya?”

“You could say that. A girl like me needs to eat a lot.”

“It’s not like you need to be any taller. I so want to catch up with her, but I’m stuck at this

same height, been so for two years, I’m growing up like my mother.” Remarked Billy.

“I hear you.” I concurred.

“Well, I’m enjoying things on top.” She said as she took a shot from the other side of the

driveway and with good precision was able to shoot it in with nothing but net. As she made the

shot there was a look on her face. As she released the shot there was a look of discomfort on her

face. She had scrunched up her eyes as her stomach was tightened for a moment. After a second

the look of discomfort had become one of relief, with a smile. At the moment I didn’t make

anything of it, but Billy’s raised voice said it all a couple of seconds later.

“God damn!” He cried out as he had a look of discomfort on his own face. He looked as if

he had been hit by some kind of wall with Melissa giggling a little at what was going on. I, still not

catching on to the events, asked what was up.

“She just farted man….oh jeez does that smell!” Billy said as he placed his nose underneath

his shirt and it was at that moment that I was attacked by the smell myself and it was a strong

smell. I had smelled farts before my own father, mother, and sister and maybe a cousin or two in

the past, they were still too young for me to notice, but nothing was quite like the smell. The

outdoor wind must have taken the stench over in Billy’s direction first because it was a few

seconds before I finally caught scent of it, but once I did, my mind was forever changed, it was a

life-changing smell to say the least.

It was high in an eggy smell, one that actually took a few moments for me to understand its

strength. There was also a big of a meaty component to the gas that was hovering all over the

driveway to the house. It caused my eyes to water a little bit as I too was putting my nose

underneath my shirt. I was on good enough terms with Melissa to ask her what had caused such as

gas.

“Must have been my protein supplement, I tried out something different today, supposed

to help give me more muscle or something. Mixed in with a big pancake breakfast with some eggs

and milk, it must have done something to my stomach. That’s the third one I’ve let out this

morning and they’ve all been smelling like this.” She laughed as she waved the air around the

court. Billy was moaning the episode as he did not like hearing that his sister was trying something

else.

“Has she always been like that?” I honestly asked Billy. He backed away a foot from his

sister as he pointed her, nodding his head.

“Hell yeah she’s always been like that…haven’t you ever noticed?”

“No.”

“Why do you think we’ve never had beans or chili for dinner here? We both like it, but she

likes it too much and if she eats any…well you can just forget about breathing anything fresh that

night.”

“Now come’on…they ain’t that bad Billy…you’re just overexaggertaing.”

“Bull-fucking-shit! You are one gassy little bitch.”

“I’m a what?” Melissa hear the B-word and walked a little closer to her brother. She was

physically bigger, even if he were three years her senior.

“You heard me Missy, you a gassy little bitch.”

“That’s what I thought you said.” She was getting defensive now as she turned her butt and

aimed it in Billy’s direction for just a few seconds.

PPPPffffffsssssssssss!!!!!!

Quick and for only two seconds, but as vile and strong as the one before she pushed out a

nice SBD fart. Billy started to gag a little as he backed his way all the way to the garage door, which

was a bad move on his part since Melissa was able to back up with her stinky ass getting closer to

closer. She knew the size differential would work to her advantage and that the smell of her rotten

egg-smelling gas would continue to flow out of her butt and into Billy’s face, making him regret

ever calling her a bitch. I backed away off the driveway and into the grass in the front yard as I

watched the scene. I was smelling more of this gas and for some reason, I was liking the smell.

After watching her taunt her brother for a few seconds, Melissa was ready to take the ball

and do a little of her own basketball playing. Billy was ready to go inside as he looked a little

nauseated from his brief encounter with Melissa’s gas and me….well I was liking what I was

smelling. I stuck around for another half a minute before Melissa had thrown in another basket

and took a look at me.

“Seems like you don’t mind the smell.” She said with a little giggle in her voice.

“The smell of what?” I tried to be naïve about the whole thing, but then again the smell

had already dissipated. She quickly cocked her right leg up and bushed out a very nice bubbly fart.

PPPPPPPhhhhhhbbbbbbbbbrrrrrrrrttttttttttt!!!!!

“The smell of that.” She said laughing as I heard this juicy fart and was starting to get a

little….turned on it. Sure the stories and videos were nice to look at, but smelling the real deal,

that was a hundred times better. It was quite pungent to say the least, another blast of eggy gas

stink that made my eyes water. Her constant moving around the driveway was enough to move

the gas around, but I took in another inhalation of the gas and continued to be impressed with it.

“Good one Missy.”

“Thanks…that stuff is sure giving it to me. Billy just runs indoors, he can’t take it, but not

you. I’ve always like you Timmy, you a little braver than my brother.”

“Actually, it’s a nice smell.” I said in a frank manner. She had to do a double take for a

moment as she was trying to see if I was really calling her fart smell nice.

“Nice? Nice? I’ve heard a lot of different descriptions for my farts, but nice was never one

of them.”

“Well, I do think they are nice. So there.” I said as I crossed my arms and started to walk

indoors to find Billy. Mellissa shook her head and smiled a little.

“You’re so weird.” She said as she dribbled a little with the ball on the driveway before

taking in yet another shot, this time it was a miss, but her gas was sure hitting on all cylinders

today. She could take another whiff of her gas and acknowledge that she was indeed quite gassy

that morning.

I arrived back in the living room at the Carpenters house and saw Billy sitting on the couch

playing some football video game. He appeared like he was back to his normal sense when I

decided to stroke the conversation a little bit. Up to this point, as best as I knew, I had never

smelled a fart from Melissa. I was stirring the pot to see what Billy had to say about the topic.

“Dude…I’ve never smelled anything like that, and I wasn’t expecting it from your sister of

all people.”

“Don’t remind me about it, my sister’s downright nasty with them farts. It’s all that food

she eats, and that protein stuff too, I know she also takes them fiber bars that also add to it. I

wouldn’t be surprised if she released some 50 farts a day, the way she goes.”

“Then why have I never heard one?”

“Oh you have, remember that trip to the amusement park last summer. You were riding in

the back seat with the two of us and there was that really raunchy-smelling fart that forced us to

roll the windows down for like an hour…you remember?” Billy’s story was coming back to me. It

was on the way back from the amusement park and yes it was an awful smell. I had originally

thought that the fart had come from Billy but I was apparently mistaken.

“All her. She let out that bad boy, she just didn’t want to get the blame for it, so she pinned

it on me. That ain’t the only time I’ve been blamed on some of her nasty-ass bombs. She enjoys

the feeling when she lets out one of them really smelly ones and gets me blamed for it.” Billy

explained. I’m not sure if I believed him 100% at that moment, but with what I was smelling that

morning, the trip back from the amusement park and the fart in the car was making more sense

that Melissa was the creator of it now.

“So that was her then.”

“Damn right. Hell, at Thanksgiving, another cousin and I were having a short farting contest

in one of the rooms, just one or two for the both of us that was all. She come in and started

blasting out several ones, going on for a few seconds and stinking up the whole room. She just

don’t let these things out in public that’s all, she’d usually hold them in in the precense of

company such as yourself.” Billy explained as his father walked in, wearing a red buttoned-up shirt

with some khaki pants. Mr. Carpenter was the coolest father I knew, had a bald head and a cool-

sounding voice. He was asking the two of us what was up.

“Melissa’s stinking up the place.” Billy explained as Mr. Carpenter looked outside the living

room and saw his tall younger daughter shoot a few hoops by herself. He shook his head and went

back to Billy.

“Looks like she’s doing pretty good to me.”

“No pops, I mean she’s really stinking up the place.”

“Stinking up the….what….ohhhh….I got ya now son. Good one. You mean she’s really

stinking up the place, yeah I was wondering how that stuff be doing to her today. She says it’s

supposed to help with her….something muscle or whatever. She even went to some exercising

forums on the internet and they was warning that that stuff be giving her some pretty fierce gas. I

see she scared y’all off the court.” He said with a chuckle in his voice. As I found out, Mr. Carpenter

was pretty lax about the whole thing.

“You mean, she’s typically like that?” I asked the father, seeing what kind of reaction I’d get

from him.

“She can get pretty bad, that’s true. I don’t think we’ve had beans for dinner in a couple of

months and Melissa is the reason why. We was camping three years ago and had hot dogs and

beans for supper and that whole night, I swear to God, she must have been blasting them off in

them’s (Billy’s and Melissa’s) tent. Even Billy here was running out of the tent in the middle of the

night, gagging it seemed.”

“Don’t remind me dad. She stunk up the tent for the entire fucking night. I could smell

nothing but her raunchy-ass farts. She’s going to kill me someday after she eats beans I just know

it pops.”

“Now now son, you know she can’t kill you with them things….I think….” He trails off into a

heap of laughter as he thought about his son’s predicament. “….naw, but she really was giving him

hell that night. Billy had looked like he’d gone off the deep end that next morning while Melissa

was standing there, she was about Billy’s height at the time, looking all innocent and all, she had

no idea that she was gasping her bigger brother out. Most hilarious thing I’d seen the whole trip,

them two wouldn’t stop talking about it.”

“You seem pretty okay with the idea of Melissa being like that.”

“It’s the price you pay to have a kid with the high metabolism and big diet she eats. If she’s

going to be growing up big, she’s going to be eating big, and might as well be passing gas big too.

As long as she keeps most of it within her bedroom or the bathroom, and don’t let that stuff out in

public, we pretty cool about it. When I was growing up, I was the one ripping the big farts around

my two other brothers, so I see it from Melissa’s standpoint. But if a younger me and her were to

go at it with each other, farting back and forth, I’d think she might actually beat me. Nowadays,

they engineer this food so that it’d be giving her bigger farts I’d think, but that’s just me. Now her

mom on the other hand, can’t stand it, can’t stand it when I let them off in bed.” He said with

another bout of laughter. I decided to drop the subject immediately and simply asked if it were

alright for me to stay the day.

“Oh sure, nothing big happenin’ today. I think the kids will be swimming in the pool later

on, given how hot it supposed to be. I think we having Mexican for dinner

tonight….ha…ha…ha….Billy’s not gonna like that.”

“Mexican?”

“Oh you be quiet boy, we haven’t had that for a while. I’ll try to make sure we keep the

beans down thought, just for ya? Mostly going to be tacos and stuff like that, you okay with that

Timmy?”

“Sure. I may head home for a bit and return this afternoon.”

“Fine by me, see y’all later.” Mr. Carpenter said with a smile as he walked off, leaving the

two of us in the living room. I couldn’t stop thinking about what was being said about Melissa and

her farting, the more I was told, the more I amazingly liked. I had never found farts to be attractive

on a person, but after smelling what came out of his sister’s butt that morning and hearing about

her continuous farting, I was in love with the concept. I asked Billy if it were alright and leave to

head back home. As I walked back out, Melissa was heading back into the house, a little sweaty

from her work.

“Leaving Timmy?” She asked.

“Yeah, but I’ll return later on. Hear you’re swimming later on this afternoon.”

“Likely…gonna be a hot one today. I think we’s having hot dogs and stuff for lunch. Love to

see you back; I always thought you was a good friend to my brother.”

“Your brother’s a cool guy. We have a lot in common. But I got to do a few things first, I’ll

see y’all later.” I said as I waved off at her. She entered the house and I walked over to the

basketball court. Standing there for a minute I started sniffing the air, at first I was smelling the

regular air, the same as it was when Billy and I were playing, but in one corner of the driveway it

had hit me, another small but potent vapor of rotten eggs, covering only a small region, but

enough for me to know that she had released yet another fart on that driveway. I looked down

toward my pants and to my surprise. I went home and did something I never thought I’d done in

many years; I jacked off to Melissa’s farts.

In that late morning, I had retreated myself into my room still dreaming about the smell

that I experienced earlier in the day. All of what I was thinking about with Melissa had brought me

down a rabbit hole which I have yet been able to leave. The idea, the taboo behind it, the beauty,

all of it was suddenly appealing to me. Why the hell did I never know about Melissa’s farts before?

I didn’t even have a crush on Melissa, sure there were girls I liked, but them passing gas never got

to me before. My mom farted and so did my sister, but I never jerked off to them before, no way

and not in a million years. But Melissa, Billy’s 15-year old sister, her juicy and windy farts, smelling

so rich and so potent, those I could get my nose behind and inhale. What the hell was happening

to me?

Before I knew it, my mom was calling for me and it was after 12:30. She had a call from the

Carpenters to see if I was going to return. I told her I was about to go. Closing my laptop and

stowing it away I went back for the Carpenter’s house. The family was seated at an outside table

near their below-ground swimming pool. The father was just putting the hot dogs onto a paper

plate as I walked back in. Billy was sitting down and greeted me as I sat at the table. My parents

didn’t do a whole lot of outdoor grilling, mainly around holidays and such, so it was a decent lunch

to have that Saturday. The gathering went routinely for the first five minutes, but that was when

Melissa stepped out onto the porch, wearing a two-piece bikini, and all thoughts in my mind

stopped.

Dear Lord, no way this girl could have been as young as she was. She was immaculate, now

I was pretty sure she was 6’4, but she was a giant there on the porch regardless. Her light ebony

skin shinned with the sun to accentuate her curves and for a girl who has said she was a C cup, I

think she was pretty much at a D now, but that was just my thoughts, I never have asked for her

actual bra size, but they were about the size of cantaloupes, and not only them, but her asscheeks

too. Her stomach was pretty much near a six-pack in terms of its flatness; there were muscles on

that girl, nothing grotesque, but enough to see that she could pick either myself or Billy up without

much of a thought. Her ass was encased in a shiny red bikini bottom where about half of each

cheek was actually covered. Two long legs proceeded to follow from her thighs down to her bare

feet. I could only gawk for a minute at the stunning beauty of Melissa; this was not the girl I had

seen growing up.

“Tim? Tim? You looking at my sister?” Billy shook my shoulder with his left hand as he

shook me out of my state. I turned back and tried to deny that I was staring at her. Mr. Carpenter

laughed as he saw what I was doing.

“I’m terribly sorry Mr. Carpenter.” I tried to back my way out by apologizing for the action,

but he actually saw no harm in it.

“Shit son….you okay. My daughter is beautiful, it’d be hard not for any guy to look at her.

All grown up, gorgeous really. You got nothing to be ashamed of….just don’t be doing anything

foolish, ya hear me?”

“Oh yes sir.” I said nodding my head as Melissa came into ear shot of us. She stepped up

and the first thing she did was bend over from behind my chair and hug me, and hug me in a way

that her two big breasts were pressed up against my back, I have never felt a breasts like that

before, but it was done in such a way, and simply as a greeting, that the intimate touch was hardly

noticed by either of us.

“Hello again Timmy.” Melissa greeted me in her typical cute voice. She really did have a

down-to-earth kind of quality about her. She was attractive, strong and gassy and knew all of that,

but wanted to portray a kind personality, something her parents were also proud of.

“Melissa.” I replied back. She sat down beside me and her father gave her three plates,

four hot dogs, half a thing of chips and another half with some vegetables, broccoli, carrots and

celery. It was definably more food than either myself or Billy had on our plates, even I had to

comment.

“Definitely a lot of food you got there.”

“And it may not be enough, I’ve been working out for an hour and I’m famished.”

“Working out?”

“Yeah, you didn’t notice the gym set in the basement….guess you haven’t been down there

for a while.”

“If she’s going to be a big time ball player, she needs to have her exercise and a good diet.

Helps with her incredible metabolism.” Mr. Carpenter added to provide some reason. What the

next hour showed was that indeed Melissa was a big eater. She tore through her three plates and

took one more hot dog that I decided not to eat. I looked around and saw no baked beans, which

would have been a regular addition to a meal such as this, but perhaps Mr. Carpenter was right

and that the family really did not have beans too often, perhaps the risk was too great. And my

dick could only reply happily to such a thought.

The three of us went swimming for the next few hours as we cooled off from the hot

summer heat, it wasn’t until after 3:00 that the real fireworks began for me. Billy had gotten a

little tried and was going to dry off and head inside. I was about to go in with him when I noticed

that Melissa had lain down in a grassy spot out by a shaded tree. She had gotten out of the pool

about half an hour earlier and decided to relax on the ground as she looked at her cell phone. I

hadn’t noticed it before, but I smelled a distinct eggy smell. I slowly approached her, walking from

behind as I saw her long and slender body stretched across an orange towel. I felt a bit strange,

but Billy was going to change in his room for a minute so I had the time. I walked a little closer and

started to smell a slightly higher dosage of rotten eggs. I saw that Melissa wasn’t paying attention

as she was listening to some song on her phone. I was standing there for a moment before and

was about to leave, but then I heard it, a sound that twitched my member inside of my pants.

PPPPPPHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRbbbbbbbbbbbbbtttttttttttttttttttt!!!!!!!

A six-second bassy rumbler roared its way out from underneath Melissa’s bubbly behind as

she laid there on her stomach with the fart traveling its way via sound waves through the mounds

of young adult, healthy ebony butt flesh and through the bikini bottom. The sound therefore

sounded truly like thunder, a prolonged thunder that shook the bottom piece. And then the smell

began to emit itself out from within her bowels and into the air around her, wafting with a truly

horrendous odor that smelled ever bit like a mixture of eggs and shit. The smell was as powerful as

any fart before it and created such a pungent odor that I had to slowly back away a foot or so as

the stench attacked me with a tear-inducing, ghastly stench. It was stronger than anything I had

smelled up to that point. She took her ear buds out and started to wave some of the air behind her

butt as she had to compliment herself.

“Whoa that was a nice one!” She said fanning her butt as she began to appreciate her fart.

The smell was definitely getting heavier as it grew in power, conquering all the previous air

particles that flowed around. I backed up a little bit further and had a bad step and tumbled

backwards to land on my own butt. The crash had given Melissa the heads up about my sneaking

up behind her and she turned back and could do nothing but smile as she figure that I was smelling

it.

“Hello.” I said giving a quick salute over to her.

“Oh gosh I’m so sorry Timmy. I didn’t think that stuff would be that bad.” She said, thinking

that her fart had caused me to faint. I got up off the ground and told her that I had fell down on

my own. As I walked over to her I kneeled down on the ground to get closer to her level there on

the grass and noticed a very strong smell, way stronger than the one I had experienced in the

driveway.

“That smell again….very strong Missy.”

“I’m so sorry about that. That’s why I moved away from you guys in the pool. My tummy

started to grumble and I had to let off some gas. That’s the first loud one I’ve had, I’ve passed gas

about six times already.

“Six times?” I asked.

PPPPPPPPhhhhhhhhhhhhbbbbbbbbbbbtttttttttttttttttttsssssssssss!!!!!!

“Jesus man! Seven times, make that seven times….whoa man!” She said with a uptick in

her voice. She was rather enjoying it I felt, being out there alone to let out her gas, my dick was

getting harder and I think she started to notice. In the meantime, the smell of her fart was just

starting to reach me, and it was even more wicked than before. A 7-second stream of methane

and sulfur-laden gas started pushing itself out of her bikini bottom, producing the same effect as

the fart before it. The first thing that was noticed was that her sulfuric, eggy, bean-smelling gas

was being fused with some of the chlorine from the swimming earlier, producing a pool-scented

rotten fart. The smell was much different now that I had a closer proximity to it. The first fart I

smelled was only from a distance, this was from the source, and she could already tell that I was

starting to like the smell. I waved the air around in a playful manner as I coughed a little to joke

with the foulness of her gas, but it really was foul.

“Sorry man. Them hot dogs gave me something fierce. I supposed five hot dogs will do that

to ya though. The veggies don’t help me none, but hey, I’m a growing girl.”

“Everyone needs to give you plenty of space, especially if you’re going to stink up that

space.”

“Ha…ha…ha…they way I’m going it sure will.” She was smiling with me and for the first time

in a while there was a real connection between us. I was having a discussion with her over a topic

that she normally didn’t discuss with anyone. All Billy would ever do is complain and gripe with her

over her gas, but here we were talking about it.

“I noticed they didn’t have beans for lunch, usually you eat baked beans with a meal like

that.”

“You probably wouldn’t even be standing there right now if I was eating beans. There’s a

good reason that my family doesn’t allow me to eat too many beans…..oh boy…..” She said as she

felt a strong grumbling sensation in her stomach. She felt her something in her ass and felt as if

she was about to fart, I was eagerly anticipating the next blast of gas, but at the last moment she

got up and quickly announced that she was heading to the bathroom. I sat there for a minute to

savor her potent gas before heading back into the house to greet Billy back in the living room.

I sat with Billy as we began watching something on TV for the next half an hour. I finally

heard some movement in the hallway and told Billy that I was heading to the bathroom.

“My sister may be using it. I’d wait.” He suggested. Hearing that, I did just the opposite and

started to walk down the hallway. He detected a rotten egg stench with a strong helping of moldy

cheese, garbage and pure shit, all molded into the lofty aroma of a big girl taking a dump. He

heard the toilet flush and waited a moment before he saw the door open and wither head as tall

as the doorframe, out came Melissa.

“Oh hey Tim…I wouldn’t go in there if I were you. Left a Class Two in there.” She giggling as

she patted the top of my head and walked away. I quickly walked into the bathroom, or at least I

tried before the pungent stench got to me in a big-time way. It would be a grave understatement

to say that I was not fully prepared for the copious amounts of stink that greeted my nose. It was a

hazy bathroom that I walked into and my eyes watered and even my nose got a little red from

inhaling all the foul smells that had floated around the room. Luckily, the toilet was empty of

whatever Melissa was emptying out in there. I used the toilet quickly and got out, still smelling the

raw power of the dump that Melissa had deployed in there. Even Mr. Carpenter was quick to point

out the pungent odor. I tried to apologize for the stench, but he assured me that I was not the

culprit.

“Melissa! Get yo ass out here!” Mr. Carpenter yelled out as the sound of some rap music

was heard from Melissa leaving her bedroom and walking back to the bathroom. He pointed in the

room and commented on the funky stench.

“Smells like a chemicals violation in there!” Mr. Carpenter said as he quickly backed away

from the bathroom doorway waving his hand around.

“Sorry daddy, there wasn’t any more Febreeze, ran out of it last night.”

“Well then, maybe someone should get some…what do you think Billy.” He said as he

pointed over at his son slouched over on the van.

“Pop, she go through a can of Febreeze every fucking week!” Complained Billy.

“And the way she use the bathroom, she Goddamn needs it too.” The father said with a

voice that was part funny and part serious.

“But dad?”

“But nothing, beside, I need you to pick something up at the store for dinner tonight, ya

mother should be back in an hour and we are going to start cooking dinner. Timmy you can stick

around if you want, hell you can stay the night too, don’t bother me none.”

“After Mexican for dinner, Tim you better not.” Billy said as I looked over to Melissa, who

had a quick smile on her face.

“I’ll stay here; it should only be a few minutes, right?” I asked as Mr. Carpenter nodded his

head. He gave Billy his credit card and sent him on his way. Shaking his head once more as he

walked away from the hallway, still reeking of Melissa’s bowel movement, I looked up at Billy’s

bigger and younger sister and thought a second or so before asking if I could have a chat with her.

It perked her interest that I would want to talk with her, but she was okay with as I was invited

into her room.

I walked into Melissa’s room and as expected it was the room of a teenage girl. Posters

lined the white walls with a mixture of sports and music stars, but gave clear giveaways to her

interests. She had a long dresser against one wall and another tall one by the window, a simple

clear plane window that was open despite the rather warm day. I could look in it and already tell

the ventilation was pretty decent, it probably had to. There was a smell in the room, not

overpowering, but just enough to notice it. Her bed was queen size with a blue comforter on top

of some white sheets, but the covers were messed up at the moment. On the wide-screen TV she

had some MTV show on. I looked around it as I had actually never been in her room before, Billy’s

sure, but not hers.

“So what can I do you for?” She asked with a still innocent demeanor about her. I had to

think real quick about what to say, I knew what I was asking was beyond strange and that the

answer from her might have been a multitude of things. But the smells I had experienced up to

that point gave me all the assurance I wanted, I wanted more, and I was betting that Melissa

would be the kind of person who would be willing to oblige. I started out my plea with the typical

disclaimer.

“Look, I rather your brother or your father or mother not know about this.” I said, getting a

confused look on her face, now I bet even she was wondering what I was going to say.

“I don’t know how to say it, so I’ll just blab it out…” the look on her face seemed to believe

that I was about to ask her out or something, so the look was a bit startled when I mentioned

something else, “…I really like the smell of your farts. There I said it, I like them, I like the smell.

When I said like, I really meant it.” I looked down at the ground as I expected a response, it could

have been a whole host of responses, but what I got was quite surprising. She began laughing, and

in the kind of manner that indicated that she found it quite funny what I was saying.

“You like…smelling my farts?” Melissa asked, just to clarify my weird declaration.

“Yes I do…I’m sorry Missy…I know it’s weird and creepy and wrong and just not right, but

smelling those farts earlier in the day….they really made me…like it.” Melissa looked around the

room for a moment, trying to process all that I had told her. She giggled a little more before finally

opening up a little of her own.

“I guess they do stink a bit, don’t they? I always wondered if these things could attract

people, I can’t let them off in school much or else no one would like me….but here in my own

bedroom or on the toilet, I can blow it off away with no problem. But are you serious about you

liking my farts, my brother sure as hell doesn’t, and although my pop is aright it, my mama don’t

like me farting at.”

“Well I am. I really would, and I know this is fucked, but I’d like to smell more of them, and I

am willing to make it possible.” I told her, thinking up on the spot a solution.

“Yeah, and how the hell you gonna do that?”

“You mentioned that y’all don’t eat beans much…right?”

“Timmy, if I eat beans you can fucking forget about me smelling right that night. I’ll stink up

the night. When we had them at that camping trip back when I was 12, I must have blasted some

20 or so farts that night, and all of them stunk….” She said leading into a trail of giggles, quite

pleased it seemed of her efforts.

“Well. How about this. You having Mexican tonight, that ought to give you some pretty bad

gas. I’ll buy a big can of beans and if you can eat that, I’ll sniff your farts tonight, all of them, I just

want one really big high and after that I will never ask to do this again.” I looked her straight in the

face as she pondered the idea. I looked into her angelic face and saw her eyes blink as the smile on

her face got bigger. I wasn’t sure of how she would handle a question like this, I was treading new

water myself, and her reaction could have been anything, but what I ended up getting was nothing

more than a pleasant surprise.

“Okay Timmy….you got yourself a deal. Give me one of them large bowls of barbeque-style

baked beans and make sure that both my parents and Billy know that you’re going home tonight,

and I’ll keep you here tonight in my room to sniff all my farts. But I do got to warn ya. Can you

handle it….I mean can you REALLY handle what is coming out of my ass. My gas is at the top of its

game right now and being in here with me after a dinner of Mexican food, which will have a few

beans mixed in, plus baked beans, can be deadly.”

“I look forward to the challenge.”

“You better, because beans are sooo good, but they give me monster gas, like the worst

gas ever! In fact, a little secret between you and me, my farts are the worst in the whole world,

don’t believe me…you’ll find out soon. Girls farts smell much worse than guy farts….but black girl

farts, they are even deadlier.” She said as she patted her stomach and laughed up a storm as I

walked out of her room and back into the living room to wait for Billy to return. I was something

on my mind as I thought about the ramifications.

Although I didn’t know it then, what I was doing was enabling the both of us. Melissa had

always been big but caring of a girl, and me kind of short and shy, but I was giving her her first

taste of power with her gas. I did not know yet how far this would go, but looking back into list of

stories complied after this incident, I knew of great power. You ask why I write stories with girls

who are extremely big and extremely flatulent with farts of great power, it was all because of

Melissa, because she was that original girl, the one who really tweaked my interest in farts and

them coming from tall and dominant girls, she was the one. I had just walked through a doorway

from a previous life and into another, tonight and always I would be thinking about her farts.

The next couple of hours were uneventful, Billy returned home and the family began to

prepare the food. I went home to tell my parents that I was staying the night and it being a

weekend night it was okay with them. I returned back to the Carpenters, but not before picking up

a jumbo sized can of baked beans. Carrying them in a backpack I went to the house and was able

to pull Melissa aside and give her the cans. Smiling back at me, she grabbed a large bowl and took

both inside her room where she then closed the door.

“Not till later.” She explained. We then got set for dinner and was treated to Mrs.

Carpenter’s fine cooking with a mixture of tacos and burritos with all sorts of fixings including a

small portion of refried beans. I was able to get a fine glimpse of Mrs. Carpenter, who was a giant

for a mother with the family. She had her own long black hair that flowed down in a similar way to

Melissa’s. She wore a white T-shirt that was forced outward by her own pair of E cup breasts, but

on a tall woman like herself it looked slightly less dramatic. Down below I saw her butt and legs

and while Melissa was the taller of the two, Mrs. Carpenter’s ass was the largest, two flabby pieces

of butt meat that made her a certifiable black M.I.L.F.

“We only fixed a little bit of these refried beans…don’t want anyone to die here.” Mr.

Carpenter said as he looked over in the direction of both Melissa and Mrs. Carpenter. For that

matter, most of the beans went to myself and Billy with Melissa getting the rest. Both parents

didn’t eat any of the beans. They allowed Melissa to gorge on all the other food which was an

awful lot, but she could only eat a few beans, no more. I had announced that I was going to go

home after dinner and I did so, or at least outside the house. After walking around for a few

minutes, I found myself back at the window leading into Melissa’s room and further down into the

rabbit hole I went.

“Hey there Timmy…got my pot of beans ready to go, thanks for giving me the big can. It’ll

do nicely in my tummy. You are going to find out tonight why my family don’t give me too many

beans. Now sit there on the side of my bed as I demolish these beans.” Melissa commanded as I

did just that. Her voice was a tad different from before. I looked around and saw that the door was

locked, from the inside, and that she had taken out a large bowl to pour the beans in. Melissa sat

Indian-style on the carpeted floor as she took a wooden spoon and began diving into the beans,

eating her first large spoonful in a good while; the taste of beans was sweet to her.

“Hmmm boy….I love these beans. I absolutely love them, but I just can’t eat them, I fart

bombs when I eat beans!” She said giggling as I watched her begin to eat the beans. Like a

machine, she would take the wooden spoon, fill it with a large pile of brown, creamy baked beans

and then shove the spoon in her mouth, licking her lips each time to get any of the sauce that

would stay on her lips. She would then repeat the motion and do this continuously for around 15

minutes. It was the growing rumbling noise in Melissa’s stomach that perked my interest. It got me

hoping that the coming thunderstorm within her stomach would herald a wind storm of epic

proportions. Melissa could feel it too; the beans were getting to her as she was finishing up the

pot.

I had focused my gaze back on Melissa and her wardrobe. She was wearing a low cut baby

blue shirt that displayed her immense cleavage with her D cups showing as bright and perky as

ever. Below her, she wore her red panties, which hugged every aspect of her basketball-sized

asscheeks, which were vast enough to cause some of her panties to be wedged within her massive

butt crack. Still, her cheeks were still covered, albeit very tightly by the underwear. She moved her

butt around a little bit on the bed as she finished up her beans, scarfing them down like a maniac,

it was upon her finishing of the beans that she told me that she wanted me to lay down in bed, she

was going to sit on top of my face and let one go. My heart pounded with excitement and joy as I

was about to get my first facefart. At least that’s what I originally thought.

“I’ve never done this before, but let’s see how it goes. I’m gonna sit on your face.” She said

giggling as my heart began to pound. She proceeded to slowly move her ass down upon my face,

trying to make sure that my head wasn’t going to be snapped off and my vision went dark and my

sense of smell went up as I felt the lumps of girl butt meat surround me. My nose was digging

deeper and deeper into her asscrack, of my own friend’s sister. Before today, I never thought

about seeing myself in her butt, let alone smelling the rank aroma of her ass pre-fart action. It

smelled of her previous bowel movement and of the building gases, Mexican food with refried

beans plus a whole bowl of baked beans was probably going to be a mistake for me, but I had to

get a feel for this thing. I may be the only time I engage in something like this and I’d better get the

most of it. Both of us made this sound like it would only be a one-time thing as well. She turned

the TV on and started to watch something on TV, indicating to me that she was going to settle in, I

had no idea what she was watching because…well I was occupied with something else.

Time passed on, and infinite amount of time, it kept on ticking as I thought about what was

going on. In her own head, Melissa knew something was wrong about all of this. She thought

about the ramifications of doing this and what others would have thought about it. In her mind,

and in mine, this wasn’t any sort of sexual act and it was clear that they didn’t have any physical

attraction to each other but the scent of Melissa’s farts had become a bit too much for me to

ignore. My eyes were already watering and my nose being assaulted by the thick residue of funky

smells that hung over Melissa’s panties. It was an earthy smell of shit that was as pungent as I

have ever smelled, it was grand and awe powerful. This was an incredibly tall and beautiful black

teenager who had just eaten a bunch of gas-producing foods; the explosion coming was bound to

be….

PPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPTTT

TTTTTTTTT!!!!!!

“There we go!” Melissa cried out as she felt the first burst of gas erupt from her ass.

A strong vibrating sensation was felt on the wooden chair she had seated her prestigious

caboose on as the plume of ultra-stinky gas blew out of her panties and into the air of the

bedroom. In the matter of seconds I could already smell the wretched stink and embraced the

smell. It was already the greatest thing I had ever smelled, I started to take in breathfuls of the

sulfuric-smelling vapors. I started looking around as his eyes swelled with tears and saw just how

airtight that room was. I was going to get more of Melissa’s gas than I had ever imagined, my dick

grew harder. The only thing filling the room at the time was Melissa’s gas, and she was laughing

about the predicament as much as I was enjoying it. The smell was a raucous mixture of shit and

beans with a heaping dosage of hydrogen sulfide mixed in, an utterly smelly fart.

“Fuck that felt good….got them bean farts going. Here’s another!” She cried out as her ass

leaned over against the seat and she released her second volley.

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!

“Holy shit!” I thought to myself as I began to understand my mistake, to say that Melissa’s

farts were worse after beans. My head was shaking as this 15-year old beauty was pushing outa

fart that stretched to about 15 seconds in length, an absolute lifetime to me as I began to

experience the true power of what I called the Melissa Fart, and the capitalization was intentional

as she deserved the respect. I had wanted to know what the feeling would be like, the facefarting

from a big gassy girl and I was not disappointed, it was as powerful on all my senses as ever. All I

could hear was the bubbly bass of the fart, all I could feel was the fart being blasted and her two

twin cheeks of girl muscle and all I could smell was her gas and real gas it was.

The smell was ripe…too ripe, it burned me in every facet of my face. In only a few seconds I

couldn’t even recognize the difference between the warm air that was Melissa’s gas and normal

air. But being trapped in between her colossal cheeks didn’t make matters any different, it was a

warm inferno, like being in hell, especially with the smell of burning brimstone that her farts

apparently had. Rotten eggs would be a proper way to describe the smell if I were smelling the fart

from a distance as I had earlier, but with Melissa’s stench was now surpassing the rotten egg

smell. The high quantities of hydrogen sulfide were being mixed in with other chemicals that

seemed to have increased the potency of her farts. It was enough to make me sick to my stomach,

but damn it I was going to endure it. Upon her initial release of gas she stood up off the edge of

her bed and looked down at my face, now all red from the great pressure of her ass and the hot

winds of her gas, everything I smelled was Melissa’s bean-produced gas and it was glorious.

“Awesome.” I said in a quiet voice as she smiled down upon me.

“I though you was weird before, but now, I don’t even know what to think.”

“Think nothing, I’ll be your fart sniffer tonight, give me some more.” I asked, eagerly

wanting more of this drug, this eggy gassy drug.

“I don’t got more, I mean I will, but these things take time to produce, you think us girls

just produce fart after fart in rapid succession, it ain’t like I can be dropping some 20 farts an hour

or so.”

“Fair enough, it takes time to produce something that fine.”

“But you gonna stay in here and I’m gonna warn you, that window stays down, I’m trapping

you in my gas chamber all night long.” She said as she moved around and noticed her grand

stench. As I found out that night, along with later commentary from Billy, when Melissa had beans,

her farts were the absolute worse, and there was no comparison anywhere in the world. Melissa

had to plug her nose from the smell of her legendary farts as they took the longest time to

dissipate. She joked with me that there were nights in her room where the smell of her farts would

never fade away…and it didn’t’ look like she was kidding. About 15 minutes had passed as she sat

there at her computer desk, looking up some stuff on Facebook before she ordered me to kneel

beneath her wooden computer seat, I already knew what was about to happen, a good old fashion

chair fart. She sat there as sexy as ever at the computer with her tight red panties hugging the

entire wooden seat of her desk and her long legs situated in a right angle from her big feet on the

ground. Up above, her healthy-sized breasts and upper body stood out in the true form of a ebony

goddess, along with her bright and cherry face and long black hair.

Her divine booty was rested on the seat as she felt another bubbly surge of gas in her

stomach. She moved her cheeks around a little before she got into a good position. She leaned

forward just a little bit with her ass moving up in the seat. Her cheeks remained on the wooden

seat, but her asshole was now facing out toward the back just a little bit, with my nose pointing up

at the fabric of her panties.

“Good now Timmy, start breathing, I don’t want to think about what this is gonna smell

like.” She said giggling and it made my mind go all over the place, how did she know about the bad

stench of this coming fart. It was as if she felt it within her and absolutely knew that it would smell

bad. Well, it was bad.

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLLLTTTTT

TTTTTTT!!!!!!!

A fart of immense power was released out from the anus of Melissa that vibrated loudly

against the wooden chair that had held her growing bubble butt on it. The fart was another rather

long one, about 10 seconds in length but to almost anyone that would be a long one. The fart

sounded like a small motorcycle going off as it kept on spewing out ungodly odors into the chair

with each second of release. The fart could likely be heard from outside the room and it would

have been enough to hear on the whole floor, alerting Mr. Carpenter to the precense of Melissa’s

gas. But the smell of the fart was what made itself known; it dwarfed the stench that had just

started to dissipate from her previous fart. She waved the air around laughing her ass off as she

waved her hair around; taking a victory dance from the awful fart she had cut. All I could smell and

taste was pure gassy funk, another bout of garbage and egg-smelling gas that filled her room and

made my dick even harder than ever.

“You sure you want to smell my butt Timmy…. my farts are downright lethal!” She said

laughing as I backed away slowly from the gas experience. This was a stronger push of gas but she

was right, her gas was quite bad and it seemed like it was only the beginning. For the next five

minutes I kept my nose in place, right there by her ass. I was becoming her ass slave and I was

more than willing to enter a dark world where everything was based on Melissa’s gas, it was that

good and potent, a risk I was willing to do anything for. It was only five minutes after the previous

fart before she instructed me to put my nose back into place, digging in I expected another loud

blast of gas, but what I got was absolutely horrendous, a Melissa SBD.

The Melissa SBD was the gateway drug into my whole obsession with farts, it was the first

thing I smelled when I saw her that morning, and as I found out from such a close position, it was a

very unique character of its own. A young teenage black girl’s SBD was enough to make me gas

and enough of them would have probably. She released her just one SBD.

PPPPPPPPPPhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!!!!

It was only six seconds, and Thank God because more of it would have been murder! The

potent fart blew its way out from her anus and had a strong enough push of wind for me to feel it

on my face; I swear that I could my nose hairs blow around from the strong wind. At that close, it

was the equivalent of being blasted with superheated radiation and I was sure of its utter power. It

was a burning gas, quite simply, the equivalent of breathing in fire from anyone who was nearest

to Melissa’s angelic-smelling ass. The burning, sulfuric and demonic stench that came out of her

ass was enough to cause me to gag and almost to hurl, to say it was pungent was a real

understatement. With every fart is seemed that Melissa was breaking new barriers as to how bad

her gas could become. I was looking everywhere for a green gas to come out as this silent fart

passed its way out, the gas would have looked more pretty with it, but in real life gas in colorless.

This was like a stink bomb going off in her bedroom, it was probably a little worse than even that,

as this was a naturally created stink bomb, one of the highest caliber ever produced. It was the

kind of fart that would burn the area surrounding her asshole as her butt crack was being heated

to incredible temperatures. Her panties had become damp from the humidity that the monster

SBD had released. It was a fart worthy for me to write about forever, but she had much more gas

forming for me to think about that. I got a little lightheaded as she began laughing. She looked

behind me and saw me on the ground, trying to understand what had occurred.

“How was that one hon?”

“You could kill people with that?” I said, grasping for any kind of oxygen but the air in that

room was very fouled up.

“Now you know why Billy don’t come in here anymore, when I’m dropping these bombs,

he’s fucking screwed. It’s bad enough when I drop them in the house, but this is my bedroom, this

is my kingdom, I pass gas here like nothing else, it’s the only place on Earth that can tolerate

them.” She said giggling as she got back on her computer, typing some kind of post on her

Facebook wall.

“Beans and me…a lethal combination!” She typed as she wondered what kind of reactions

she would get from her friends. I too had to wonder what her friends thought about such gas,

there wasn’t any chance she could let off too many of these in school or hanging out, so I asked

her about them.

“I don’t let off bean farts anyone but here or the bathroom. Not anymore at least, I

learned it the hard way when I had some beans before a day at school, about six years ago. We

were attending a different school from the one you went to. I had some beans for lunch and let off

a few of these silent ones the next day; even at the age of nine they were bad. The kids found out

it was me and I wasn’t looked at in the same way. Luckily, going to middle school meant that few

people knew about the effect beans had on me. Now, I hold in all my farts. I’d clear out a room

now with some of these and I don’t want to be known as a smelly girl. I either go to the bathroom

or let them off at home.”

“A testament to your power.” I told her, trying to comfort her from this embarrassing story.

“My what hon?”

“Your power. Melissa you are taller than everyone you know, that alone gives you the

power to be dominant over all. You could make your family do your bidding if you wanted.

Everyone needs to move over to give you the space you need, and you have the gas to create it.

It’s a grand gift of yours. You are a girl who is as fabulous and gassy and immense and perfect as a

god. You deserve to be treated like a queen, and I would love to give you that experience. I’d do

anything for you; even worship you if you’d want. You are the perfect girl for me.”

“Oh Timmy, you know how to treat a girl well…come back to the chair, I got another one.” I

quickly moved back over to her seat and awaited the next big fart, what I didn’t know was that my

little speech to her apparently gave her some confidence, because she farted a fart of confidence

and power.

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!

After being called a queen and a god, Melissa released a fart like one. Out of Melissa’s

butthole came the worst fart I had ever heard ripped from a human being’s asshole. All four of

these butt blasters were killer beyond belief. They reeked to high heaven of old meat and beans

and cheese and onions, all of them mixed into the final solution, one that could only be conjured

up when mixing the worst foods with the highest concentration possible of diabolical gas. And

while this was rushing out, I did my best to breathe in each fart, gulping them in as if they were the

only air I was receiving. She could hear my nose breathing in each gulp of fresh air The heat that

blasted from her anus was intolerable, worse than that even, they made any hot fart she had cut

previous to that seem rather cool. This fart could rip paint off of walls, the chemicals that were

spewing from Melissa’s ass simply was not human, and I had to take a step back as the stench got

to me.

The other aspect of this fart that was powerful was the sound. It was a bombastic fart that

shook the seat of her chair like a sanding machine. It was loud enough that she heard something

from her father.

“Quick…into the closet.” She said as she moved my body over into the closet with relative

ease, given that she was bigger than me and threw me into a pile of clothes that had gathered

there as she got to the door and awaited her father. I heard the sounds as she opened up her door

to reveal her father standing there, wondering what the hell the noise was.

“What was that I heard….Goddamn Melissa….was that you?!” Mr. Carpenter said as he

took a whiff of his daughter’s most recent fart. Her entire bedroom stunk up raw and putrid gas.

“Sorry daddy….dinner’s getting to me.”

“You only got a few beans. Shouldn’t be this bad?”

“I know…just feeling gassy tonight, I think I’d better stay in this evening.”

“Just keep it here. It’s a gas chamber in here, I swear we can’t let you have ANY beans the

way you going in here. You are fucking lethal girl.”

“Sorry daddy.” She said laughing as she closed the door and heard her father complain a

little more of the smell. I could smell the gas from inside the closet. She opened up the doors and

released even more of her gassy stink as she admired the warm gas that hovered around her

room.

“Them beans is giving me some really good farts tonight.” She said giggling.

“I love them, they are very strong, you ought to be proud of such power.” I said with a

smile as she picked me back up from the heap of clothes in the closet. She patted her stomach and

told me that her gas had subsided for the moment. At this point, she gave me the option of either

leaving, figuring that my obsession had been satisfied, or sticking around and seeing what else

would come from her. I decided to stay.

The problem with being with a gassy power was that the power had to return, so the next

half hour consisted of Melissa resting on her stomach on her bed as she watched TV. I sat in the

computer seat that had been warmed by her ass as the stench of her gas slowly went away. I

started noticing that there were several candles around the room that looked like they were lit

sometimes, although I wondered if lighting a flame around her was such a good idea. Along with

the window I would bet that plenty of times she would need to clear the air out from some of her

gassy episodes. But after the half hour had passed her stomach had made some gurgling noises

and it was time for her to let off some more gas, she invited to her bed.

“Alright Timmy. Kneel there on the bed behind my legs and lower your head so that it is

square in my butt, I want to feel your nose in there this time around. You say you ain’t scared, so

let’s see what you can do.” She instructed as I did just that. It was a rather cramp space with her

two legs stretched out a little bit to provide enough space for my body to be in a kneeling position

on top of her bed. At the point her two long legs met was her predacious behind, I got into the

position. Each cheek was larger than my head and surrounded it like two buttcheeks surrounding a

thong. And that’s when the smell got to me, she hadn’t even ripped on yet and the smell was

already there radiating from Melissa’s butthole. At first, I was a little repulsed by the smell, but as I

continued to press my nose in there the smell of her flatulent-asshole eventually grew on me.

I was waiting for the gas to come, but she made me wait there for a minute, after all with

Melissa it actually took time to produce good farts. Nearly two minutes had passed and I

continued to wait, patiently for the arrival of Melissa’s gas. I could hear the TV in the background

barely as well as the bubbling inside her stomach through her butt cheeks and the sloshing

around, making noises that grew louder and louder and louder. It all came up to a final point, my

heart began to beat its fastest just as he felt Melissa’s twin glutes begin to tense up as they quickly

grabbed my head and kept it firm in place. This was a 15-year old ebony giantess by all my counts,

my friend’s sister and now her ass was holding my face into place, this was more than I could hope

for. The flexing was the final step that was needed before Melissa was going to rip one, but I could

still hear nothing, not until another few seconds, at which point I felt something.

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sssssssssssss!!!!!!!!

The warmest, most intense heat that I had ever felt began to blast itself upon my face,

Melissa was beginning her fart. As soon as the asscheeks had my head in place the gas began to

flow out of her anus and through her tight panties and straight into my face. My lungs were

instantaneously full of her copious amounts of flatus; it was like I was inhaling her shit, over and

over again, all girl-produced bean gas that was at the top of its game. I started to gag as soon as

the first wave of hot gas blew into my face, and the fart was consistent for all ten seconds that it

was leaving her asshole. It was as if I had taken his head and stuck it into an oven in their kitchen

and turned it up high.

“Oh man…that didn’t feel right!” She cried out as she expressed her worry about the gas

she was releasing. Indeed, the gas that was blowing out Melissa’s shitter, mere millimeters away

from my face, was out of this world. He could smell the decaying ruins of meat and vegetables,

and of beans and onions and cheese and spices, and I could start smelling the eye-watering punch

that was her gas. I tried to hold in my breathe as this initial wave of gas came pouring out from her

behind, but the force was too great for me and I had to accept the gas and let it into my system,

flowing through my nostrils and into my brain and lungs. I had to eat the gas as if it were

nourishment, the foulest type of nourishment possible. The fart had an incredible hang time too,

as I knew I would be smelling and tasting the remnants of this fart for quite some time. This was

not a Silent-But-Deadly Fart; this was the next stage above it, an impossible stage, only achieved

by Melissa herself. I had learned already to fear the power of the Melissa SBD; this just cemented

its role.

“You okay there Timmy…hadn’t heard anything from you.” Melissa asked, wondering if I

was still okay. Of course, I could tell off the bat that this was a much fiercer fart than the ones I

had smelled before. The gas continued to flow out from her behind, even after she had released

the actual fart, I was now smelling her asscrack with a much sharper efficiency and with a stronger

odor than before her fart. Any sinus problem that I may have had before that fart went away as

her intense gas burned away any problems his nose would have had, giving it the optimal space to

take in all of her gaseous glory. For a full minute after the fart’s release I continued to take in whiff

after whiff, getting more and more addicted to the fart’s awful yet pleasant qualities. It was the

strength of this girl’s gas, it signaled that I had thought correct when I knew there was something

powerful about her farts from the first one I smelled. Now I was sure, no one compared to Melissa,

not even in the stories I had read earlier in the day. If anyone had ever asked why Christina and

Jade and Briana and Kelly and Stephanie and Megan and all my characters had to have big farts, it

was all because of Melissa, this 15-year old black girl had set the bar for them and it was a high

bar.

“God damn Melissa…how did I never know that you had gas like this?” I asked her as I

finally backed away back to an upright position to sample her overwhelming gas from behind her.

“Sometimes I surprise myself, speaking of which….”

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TTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!

Another proud fart emerged from her behind, and it was more noisy than the last fart with

the same strength of her sulfuric stench that was quick to spread throughout the room. She

pushed out another preposterous rump shaker that shook her vibrant asscheeks and spread even

more of her gaseous stink throughout the room. Melissa was smiling while she was waving her

hand around the back of her hot butt. It was hot in more than one way, the heat radiating from

this fart had fogged the TV screen and the computer screen in her room and everything in the

room was being covered by Melissa’s massive stink. And on top of it all, my face was getting red

and overwhelmed by up to 20 seconds of massively smelly farts. I could tell that Melissa didn’t

release farts like these too often, she’d be run out of the house if she did.

“Told ya my bean farts were bad.”

“Your bean farts are more than I expected that’s for sure. I can see why your parents don’t

let you eat beans in the house.

“That ain’t the only reason….” She stopped as she heard a commotion around behind her

room’s door. She quickly instructed Tim to hide underneath her cover with the rest of her body. I

positioned my body so that it was lying alongside Melissa’s It would have probably been

noticeable, but the smell was sure to keep anyone away from the room for long. Her father then

opened up the door and again commented on the gas’s smell.

“Girl what’s wrong with you. Do you need a doctor?”

“No daddy, of course not.” She said with a giggle as she waved the air around in the room.

Her head was on her hands as she looked like she looked at the TV.

“Yeah, I’m sure. Smells like a barn in here!”

“Sorry daddy, just a little gassy.”

“Even your mother’s getting concerned; she can smell it from our bedroom.”

“Sorry bout that.”

“Just keep it down; Billy’s saying that he has headaches or something. Seriously girl, no

Mexican for you again!” He said slamming the door as I slowly tried to make it out from

underneath the covers, but Melissa instructed that I stay there; I caught her drift in more than one

way.

Underneath the covers, it was warm and wretched, and it smelled of Melissa’s gas, not

because she had farted yet but because of the overall stench of the room. I laid there in the bed

with my face facing up against the thick comforter. She was watching the TV with her body laid

across the other way. My face was only about half a foot away from her ass, but as volatile as it

was, I played it safe and remained in place. It was about 20 minutes later that I asked her

something.

“How much more gas do you think you got?”

“Not sure. The beans aren’t giving me the kind of gas I was expecting tonight, usually I am

more loaded and blasting them off like a canon, but it ain’t been going like that.” She said with an

enthusiastic tone toward the very end, I found out why immediately after she had finished that

statement.

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TTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!

I could see the covers move up and down from the release of these two bean-smelling

gases. The two steamy beasts of a fart erupted from Melissa’s panty-covered behind as it vibrated

the bed with the force of a small earthquake. For seven and then nine seconds, there was a bubbly

sound coming from her butt as the gas was being forced into every available space underneath the

covers before bellowing out into her room. The unholy stench of digested beans was at the

forefront of these two farts and the inside the covers, what little free space there was already

stunk to high heaven and beyond of Melissa’s bean-flavored farts. Her nose twitched and she even

held in her breath for a few seconds as the steamy gas flowed out from the bag and into her face.

“There we go, you was asking about my gas Timmy?” She said with a giggle.

“Never mind.” I said as I breathed in more of the gas. There was something about Melissa’s

gas, something that was really appealing to me. In all my years of hearing about girls farting, this

was absolute heaven. Melissa’s intestinal system was using the fuel of the beans and Mexican food

as a chemical weapons facility, enveloping the inside of her covers with its wicked fumes. Still, the

girl laid there as she watched the TV turning the oxygen inside into something that looked like pea-

soup fog. Sewer fart gas was floating around, soaking the fluffy interior of the blanket with a dew-

like substance that could only be described as the condensation effects of her farting. I could hear

her phone go off with her answering a friend of hers, named Megan.

“Yeah girl, I’m stinking it up tonight….,” Melissa said as she began laughing about her

predicament. I heard bits and pieces of the conversation, while still smelling the gas, that wasn’t

going away for a while. Megan was apparently a friend of hers, and one that Melissa was

comfortable about talking with about her gas. Still I had no clue what was coming, it was only a

few minutes had passed, minutes of anticipating the next fart while being bored out of my mind. I

had to recollect myself there, what the hell was I doing on a Saturday night with my body lying in

the bed of my friend’s 15-year old sister. I was here, smelling in her gas, what the hell? Well, my

thoughts went away when I started to hear it, the absolute worst fart yet.

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sssssssssssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhsssssssssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!

I could hear a little pop at the beginning and the little sound at the end 13 seconds later.

What I didn’t hear, even at the close distance, was the silent stream of her worst gas imaginable,

flowing out from between her titanic butt cheeks that made no noise. Some 10 seconds later, my

nose crinkled, it was assaulted by something that came out of horror movies, it was an experience

that most of the posters on the forums I had visited had never experienced. Up above the covers,

Melissa started giggling even more as she knew that she had just ripped a nasty one! This was one

of those “clear the room” farts, it was an epic gasser, and one that was released so quietly that no

one had heard it¸ even me, I could feel it though. It smelled of pure rotten eggs and spoiled

garbage crossed in the dark with a sick burning hair smell and putrefied mystery meat and small

dead rodents. All of this coming out of a large, 6’5 black girl that was lying in her own bed, a little

unaware of her gas’s real potency. The hairs on my body were becoming warm and humid from

this latest release. But it was the feeling of darkness that descended upon me following that

release. I could hear her giggle about this wretched fart that she had released, but I was quickly go

asleep. After a few more seconds of smelling her rotten gas, I was out.

It must have been a pretty long sleep, because I had reawakened after what was about

4:00 in the morning. My eyes opened when I heard a loud, thunder-like sound coming from

somewhere around me. I opened my eyes and saw that he was looking into darkness for a

moment. Feeling around, I quickly deduced that I was back in Melissa’s closet, but the smell of her

gas was overpowering at the moment. I could smell it all around, it wasn’t as strong as the vile

stench I had experienced in her bed, but it was still quite fierce. I could hear some movement over

on what seemed to be the apparent direction of Melissa’s bed; she was starting to get up. At that

point, I heard her fart again, it was a loud boomer and it was a smelly one too. After about 15

seconds I could detect a new, fresh wave of Melissa-born gas filling the room. He slowly rose his

head up from the ground, covered in discarded clothes from the giant Melissa, and I was feeling a

massive headache in the process. After another minute I heard the groaning noises from Melissa,

she moved her covers around her as she coughed a little from the foul smell. She then got up off

her bed and retreated to the door where she walked down the hallway to her bathroom. Closing

the door, I could smell a trail of her gas as it left her bedroom and to the bathroom.

I was a little weak and didn’t want to risk my being here to the rest of the family so I laid

low while sampling the gases. It was as fierce and pungent as I had recalled it, it was now apparent

that she farted in her sleep and by the constant smell there may have been several farts. Stupid

me for passing out, I couldn’t sample everything that Melissa had to offer. I walked over to her

covers and took a quick smell inside them, Whooey! The smell was bad, it was awful. I was running

it through my head all the ways to describe Melissa’s gas, but at the moment I was coming up with

blanks. Here, this athletic, tall black girl was passing these smelly and powerful farts, and I couldn’t

do anything to give them their respect. This was a giantess of a girl, releasing big farts and

probably letting out a big dump. I could only hope that she had more growing ahead of her. I

heard the very faint sound of a toilet flushing and retreated back to the closet, not to give Melissa

the notion that I saw sneaking around. I heard the door open and heard Melissa renter with the

lights going on. She walked around the room for a moment before opening up the closet. I closed

my eyes to give the illusion that I was still out; she shook my body with her foot as I pretended to

wake up.

“Timmy? Hey Timmy?”

“Missy…what time is it?”

“After 4, surprised to see you out that long. I didn’t think my gas was that bad, I mean, it

was my bean farts, but they honestly weren’t as bad as they could have been.”

“That’s alright….I love them anyways.”

“You may have loved that dump of mine, what’s your opinion of girls pooping?”

“Don’t know, never seen it before.”

“Well, I think I was letting out a Class 3 dump just now. Lots of gooey pieces of crap and a

whole bunch of gas, I stunk that place up, even mama would be proud of it, luckily I was able to

flush it or else there’d been hell to pay in the morning.” She said with a giggle and a bit of pride in

her voice.

“Guess I’ll have to just imagine the dump.”

“Yeah I guess so…sweet dreams my fart slave.” She said, using two words I had never heard

used before, not that I would object at this point. What I didn’t know however was that Melissa

was about to quickly do an about-face and point her butt down on my lying on the floor in her

closet.

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TTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!

In only a second I heard the smell of bubbly and stinky gas coming back out of her ass. Even

though my face was the equivalent of about two feet from her bubble butt, it still got blasted by

the immense wave of bubbly heated gas that left her ass, it was a post-dump fart and it smelled

like it. It stunk of beans and cheese and had a strong gaseous stink that easily surpassed anything I

had just smelled in her room. It was like putting my head into an air-tight tank containing raw

sewage and breathing in the stench with the force of a skunk’s spray. The bubbling noise sounded

like a hundred small bubbles going off from within the asshole of Melissa as this ten-second fart

ripped itself out of her rectum and into the air, stinking up the entire closet with her gas and

forcing me to pass out, completely winded from the sudden and strong surge of womanly fart gas.

This wasn’t a girl’s fart, this was a woman’s fart, one that was surprisingly strong and indicative of

just the kind of gas Melissa was really capable of letting out. I had to devote my life now to be a

fart slave to this woman, this beautiful woman named Melissa Carpenter.

She would continue to release her gas for the rest of the night, slumbering away as fart

after fart left her ass. She was a sleeping farter, that was for sure, but even her gas was held up

inside her anus until she got to her waking hour. It was after 8:00 and my eyes were slowly starting

to open as I smelled the air, and for once it wasn’t all that bad. I could smell more of my own

stench, just that of a sweaty boy who had been caught in a warm closet with a flatulent girl next

door. I started to think about everything it had happened, it actually was a little underwhelming,

but then again I was knocked out twice, so maybe I was asking for too much. No her farts weren’t

lethal or anything and I’m still not sure if the gas made me pass out or if I did that on my own, at

this hour I couldn’t tell. All I knew was that I loved the smell of Melissa’s Farts. That’s when I heard

it, another rumbling sensation, this was as ginormous as anything I had experienced up to that

point.

Melissa had the covers over her, and started feeling the rumbling of the gas in her stomach

return; it was nearly time to get up. She turned over her large tush and grabbed the cheeks in

pleasure as she felt the gas coming to the end of her anus. She knew this was going to be bad but

she released them anyway. She got up and immediately began farting, three, large, bubbling

blasters came out from within her, creating a raucous stink within the blanket, and giving herself a

Dutch-oven.

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TTTTTTTTT!!!!!

“Fuck!” I thought to myself as I heard the sound vibrate along the walls of the room. These

were some rather impressive farts and the stench that came from them was just as impressive. I

breathed in heavy amounts of the beans, onions, and cheese-induced gas in the closet and I was

starting to get a little sick. Melissa had to pull the cover over and look out into her bedroom, she

was startled first by the loud noise and heavy stench of the fart as it traveled the room. She then

began laughing to herself as she thought about the impact those beans had on her stomach, this

was apparently some bigger morning farts than she was used to.

There was then the smell that accompanied these three wake-up bombs. A strong, eggy

odor overcame all over the bedroom with the sudden transfer of oxygen in the room to a mix of

methane, oxygen, hydrogen sulfide, and other various gases. The temperature inside the room

had increased exponentially and suddenly it felt very dense and hot inside. The farts had taken the

precious oxygen away from me and I had to keep from hurling inside of there with her clothes. The

strong stench of hydrogen sulfide, plus the enormous amounts of methane had made Melissa’s

panties very warm and she had turned her head back to see what had happened. I opened up the

closet door and saw the bubbly black teen giggle at her present.

“Ah…excuse me, just some morning thunder.” Melissa said to me, suffocating on her farts

as she sat there in bed.

“Morning Thunder! That was a freakin’ thunderstorm of stink!” I complained as I held my

nose underneath my shirt.

“Oh…that’s normal…believe me. I’m my own alarm clock when I want to wake up, it don’t

matter what food I ate…if I need to wake up, I’m going to let off some Morning Thunder.”

“Then I’m impressed.”

“So you have a good sleep in there.” She asked me.

“Smell could be a little better.” I said as we both trailed off into some laughter. Despite

everything I had experienced, I would do it again. I was hooked on her farts, that much was sure.

“Think we could do this?” I asked her.

“Of course we can, after all you are now my fart slave.” She said with some laughter,

making me wonder if she was absolutely serious about that, but I was willing to keep it up on my

part. The both of us then heard the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway as Melissa

quickly motioned for me to return into the closet. Upon closing the doors I heard the door to

Melissa’s bedroom open up and in came not her father, but her mother.

Mrs. Carpenter, dressed in a tight grey yoga pants what highlighted her ever muscle in her

body. I had no idea just how attractive she looked as well and it really made me seem small as I

saw the mother standing there. She gave the full name ultimatum for Melissa and for a moment I

had thought that she was getting mad for the gas.

“Melissa Jade Carpenter!” She said as she inhaled the gases quite well. I thought it was a

little odd that she didn’t immediately bitch about the fart smell like Melissa’s father had done

earlier.

“Yes mama.” Melissa asked while she sat upright in her bed.

“You gonna be late, we gotta get ready for church, we leaving in thirty minutes, you’ve

been up all night haven’t ya?”

“No ma, I’ve been sleeping, guess my alarm clock woke me up a little later than normal.”

“You need a real alarm clock!” Mrs. Carpenter said as she started to walk out of the room.

At first I thought she was just going to leave the room, but then I saw her press her hands against

the wooden door and saw her standing with her ass pointed in her daughter’s question. It took me

a moment to see what was happening, but then I heard it, something of REAL POWER, Mrs.

Carpenter letting off a fart.

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T!!!!!!!!

Her flatulence created a hot and blustery wind that blasted the entire room with her foul

gas. The overwhelming aroma of shit and rotten eggs even attacked me as this massive fart

escaped from Melissa’s mother’s bowels, going for nearly 25 seconds it was easily among the

biggest farts I had ever seen cut and the smelliest for sure. The walls of the bedroom shook as the

blast of her fart rattled the walls with its baritone note for nearly the entirety of the fart. It was

like a few tubas going off at the same time and with the same note. I had to keep my gasping

mouth from taking in too much of the stench as I heard this masterful fart come out. More gas

poured out of her ass as this impossibly toxic blend of Real Woman-produced flatulence filled the

bedroom with something that easily surpassed whatever Melissa had cut. This was a massive-

sounding fart and it was the deadliest and most puke-inducing fart imaginable.

“MOM! What is wrong with you….whoa that one is a doozy…how much have you eaten

mom?” Yelled Melissa….Melissa! She began coughing as she stood up from her bed and tried to

gain a bit of breathe from the raunchy and wet fart her mother had just cut. She began laughing

up a storm as she waved more of the air from behind her butt in a playful manner that began to

arouse her. I was wondering the same about what her mother had eaten, it was the same stuff we

had for dinner and Melissa even had some extra fuel with the beans.

“Just letting off a little wind…now get ready for church dear.” She said as she walked out of

the room. Right after that I quickly opened up the door and gasped for air from the air in that

bedroom, which was much more horrible than anything before from last night. I had a few

questions about what I had just witnessed, her mother’s farting.

“Is she always like that?”

“Oh she can be much worse Timmy…giving her beans might as well be giving all of us a

death sentence, and I am not exaggerating at all. My mama is actually the worst farter in the

family.” She said with a serious voice. My mind raced with all sorts of possibilities and thoughts as

my heart pattered. The idea of a daughter eating beans and letting off powerful bombs was one

thing, but Mrs. Carpenter was something else.

“Well, perhaps this is my cue to leave.” I said with my nose underneath my shirt, the stench

of Mrs. Carpenter’s rancid fart hung over like a punishing fog, one that would dissipate for a long

time. Melissa knew that, but she was going to be gone anyways. I hugged Melissa as I wished her a

good bye. As I opened the window, finally letting some cool and refreshing air into the bedroom I

had to ask her one more question.

“By the way, what’s your mother’s first name?” I asked.

“Christina.”