Kelly drunkenly plopped down onto her living room floor with a wet, but house
shakingly heavy impact, giggling. "I'm a 14 foot...giant titted, monster
assed...monster!" She drew her hand between her refridgerator thick thighs, and
began to stroke at her already dripping wet snatch. She was still hungry, but her
libido was building itself up into an even greater, more intoxicating hunger.
Abruptly, her butt sounded with a lengthy, rumbling gaseous release, making her
abundant butt flesh and even her tits ripple and jostle with the reverbarating
force of her flatulence; the raw vibration travelled about and teased her fat-
pumped cunt, making her moan as much in pleasure as she did in surprise at the raw
force of the expulsion.
She sat in silence for a moment, the musky smell of her gassiness wafting up to her
nose before she giggled like a schoolgirl, surprised at how...erotic the odor now
was, like it was pumped with pheromones, her snatch getting juicier in response
despite herself.
Her belly burbled again, and again Kelly farted, louder this time, and the
resulting vibration nearly made her orgasm on the spot, the smell turning her on
even more, a pool of her pungent juices growing from between her legs onto the
hardwood living room floor. "God," she thought, drawing her fingers down to her
crotch, and beginning to rub on her clit, "my fart-smell is making me horny now,
too?"
Kelly quickly rubbed herself to a moaning, hip-bucking orgrasm, the juice pool
around where she was seated tripling in size as she came, her ass emitting a few
more, staccato, machine-gun like emissions of gas as she did so, further clouding
up the now tiny-seeming den of her apartment even more.
Her arousal refused to ebb despite her masturbation; if anything, she felt even
hornier, and her belly was continuing to rumble with hunger for more food. She
thought momentarily of her many dildoes and vibrators, but then pouted as she
remember that she was now 14 feet tall, and had outgrown even the largest of the
toys she owned. She then pouted more as she remembered that she'd eaten all the
food in the kitchen, the only sustenance remaining would be the food contained in
her roommate Sara's microfridge, and she was now too massively endowed, both at the
bustline and the butt, to fit through the doorways that led to her room.
"I'm gonna need to get out of here, somehow," she said aloud, wincing and moaning
as she farted yet again, her inner thighs becoming soaked even more juice as the
delicious reverberations quaked to and fro about her bloated body. "You're not
_helping_!" she scolded her 4 foot wide ass cheeks, giving them a punitive smack.
She couldn't go out in public _completely_ naked, she knew. There were no laws
against being 14 feet tall, having boobs the size of loveseats, or even farting
like a howitzer, but there _were_ laws against public nudity, sadly. Then she
remember the clothes her ex-rommate Sandy had left. Sandy was...to put it lightly,
a hefty girl. 600 pounds of hefty, to be more accurate.
She wiggled and wobbled her way over to the laundry room, digging into the disused
hamper where her ex-roommate had left her clothes. Squealing with joy, she
retreived a pair of bright purple spandex bottoms, and a perriwinkle-blue, XXXXL
size sweater. The bottoms squelched and stretched over her titanic butt, giving
her a permanent wedgie, both in front and in back, but they (just barely) fit. The
sweater was another ordeal, stretching to threadbare capacity, covering none of her
pudgy belly, and sacrificing all of its sleeve-coverage to cover her monumental,
six foot wide tits, compressing them to four feet in width, and doing so most
uncomfortably, leaving a bulge of cleavage bubbling up the from collar that butted
up against her chin. The sweater creaked and groaned with each inhalation she
took, and indeed, she felt too afraid to take in a full, deep breath at the risk of
busting the thing.
"But at least it covers me!" she said, happily gathering up her now comically small
looking purse. Squeezing and wiggling her way out into the open night air at last,
the gassy, bloated giantess Kelly set her sights on....
A: A House Party across the street. She knows a guy or two who lives there.
B. Her hunger gets the best of her, and her wobbling, farty ass sets forth for the
all night grocery store down the street.
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