Jenny walked through the streets on her way home, marveling at every woman she passed, they were all taller, fatter, and good God, were they stinkier. In short they were all sexier, so much sexier. Even the smallest woman was over six feet, but no one was over seven, meaning Jenny was the biggest and gassiest woman alive, and it was by a very, very wide margin. None of the women she passed was the least concerned about being polite, and some of them cut some truly foul farts as they passed the happy Jenny.
Engrossed in the changes she was witnessing Jenny was oblivious to how her own body was beginning to inch higher and higher, how her bigger than yoga ball size tits were inflating, slowly filling with soft, and silky to the touch fat, going up 1 cup size, then 2, then 3. You know, if those acres of breast flesh could still fit inside the cups of a bra. Jenny walked with a sense of pride, happily oblivious to how the stank coming from her ass was slowly becoming stronger and more pungent. Drawing more and more admirers as it wafted to those lucky enough people, all from her lovely stink hole. She barley noticed how her snatch slowly dribbled down her leg.
It was when her expansive ass finally qualified for it own zip code, that Jenny’s tight, painted on, top and her stressed panties, who were holding on by the thinnest of threads, finally burst, leaving the human fountain of gas virtually naked. Not exactly ashamed, Jenny ducked into the nearest store, a kinky sex shop. The shop had once intimidated Jenny, who had been nervous to visit inside before her changes, now she ran in unabashed to avoid the stares of the men fixating on her, who all suspiciously sported large tents in the front of their pants. “All those trouser Teepees couldn’t all be from me?” Jenny mocked.
Once inside the store Jenny watched as all the heads of every male customer, the only type of customer actually in the store, slowly turned to look at her, eyes wide and mouths gaping. This was the moment that made Jenny feel truly naked. She could see that behind all their eyes were fantasies of making love to her giant soft body, as her pussy juices pooled underneath her. Two men looked from her back to the magazine they held in their hands multiple times. All Jenny could see was some massive blond girl on the cover, but not any actual details. “It’s her,” one whispered to the other, leaving Jenny wondering who they were talking about.
One customer’s stares in particular made her so uncomfortable that she assumed that this is what a prisoner must have felt like in their first few hours of prison, like just a piece of meat on display. Jenny was reaching behind her for the door, in an attempt to make a run for it, when she saw some shiny spandex clothes and a pair of sandal wedges pushed into her face. “Go put these on,” a contemptuous female voice, that was hidden by Jenny’s breasts and by the clothes, instructed her. Jenny grabbed the clothes and did as she was told, in a desperate attempt to lessen the lecherous stares leveled at her.
Jenny shortly returned from the dressing room, clad in a hot pink spandex low cut, short sleeve, t-shirt, and a pair of shiny, black, spandex, pants that came to mid shin, and the sandals from before. The shirt made her, almost incalculably huge, breasts push close together and pillow up to finally nestle under her chin. The bottoms of her titanic tits rested against her upper knee. Her pants hugged and caressed the expansive curves of her mattress wide badonkadonk. A small wet sot slowly grew between her legs as her pussy continued to drip juices brought on by Jenny’s perpetual state of arousal. She was a giant shiny goddess of the sexual ideal, and as she looked through the store, she felt her cheeks part and a fart reverberate from her asshole, sending visible waves of pleasure rippling across her ass, while the store filled with a gaseous miasma that made one man cum in his pants right then and there.
As Jenny stood next to some DVDs she heard one customer quietly remark to his friend “I think that’s her on the cover.” Jenny puzzled over that for a second until she saw the owner of the voice who had handed her the clothes. Jenny could see that the girl was at least 6 foot 5, even though she stood behind the counter leaning over it, her breasts pancaking across the glass. From her vantage point Jenny could see every thing about this girl’s impressive physique. The raven-haired, with eyes shaped like almonds, girl had tan skin and large P cup breasts, which were only contained by a flimsy piece of white cotton fabric in the form of a baby T. As impressive as her tits were it was the girl’s ass that was something else all together. It took up all the room between the counter and the back wall, each cheek wider than a truck tire, and encased in tight black booty shorts that highlighted her deep cavernous crack. On each cheek was a large nametag, as if she knew that what was going to draw the stares, of the horny men, so that might as well be where she wore said name tag(s). “Dani” it read, and when her beautiful face turned to slyly smile at Jenny, Jenny recognized her as one of Steph’s friends. Jenny hadn’t really ever talked with Dani, as Jenny had been shy, and Dani was a veritable vamp at school, manipulating, stealing, and dumping boys. “Do I know you?” Dani asked, as she waved off the boy she had been talking to, her ass sending a geyser of dirty smelling flatulence high into the air, and then circulating through the store.
“I’m Jenny,” she replied trying not to feel intimidated by the smaller, but more confident woman. Jenny reverted back to her old ways of thinking by the sheer overwhelming presence of this sex store clerk. “I think we went to school together.”
“No,” Dani said her eyes narrowing. “It’s something else. No matter, it’ll come to me. Now what do you think you’re doing coming in here naked like that?”
“My clothes burst off my body when, I guess, I outgrew them, and I ducked in here to avoid the stares,” Jenny told Dani nervously, as her pussy’s arousal made the air muskier with its scent. Her ass becoming soaked with nervous sweat, making the stink coming from it rise in its intensity. The noses of the customers twitched in appreciation to the foul smell, and it did not go unnoticed by Dani.
Dani was the reason people woke up in the morning, she was what made the world go round, and when she was in a room she was the only desirable woman in the room. At least that was how Dani thought of herself, and even something as slight as the slight twitch of a nostril in regards to another girl’s ass scent was a challenge in her mind. “Do you think you’re sexier than me?” she yelled standing up to her full height and squeezing her weather balloon sized ass around the counter, “Because you are not, you big BITCH!”
Jenny was shocked. What had she done to enrage this bouncy and curvy vision of radiance before her? “I’m…I’m sorry?”
“Sorry doesn’t cut it! I will show everyone in this store I’m sexier than you! Everyone!”
Jenny looked around confused, as the perverts in the store gathered closer to watch the contest they knew was coming. “How do we prove whose sexier?”
“What are you stupid?” Dani spit at her venomously. “How else would we? Fart contest!”
Jenny looked around the store, watching as the perverts rubbed their hands in anticipation, and tittered to themselves. She begun to realize how much her wish had changed the world. If gas was sexy then fart contests were now the equivalents of Jello wrestling. “I’d rather just leave,” Jenny told Dani, as she turned to leave. Dani’s arm shot out and grabbed the jiggling giant before her.
“You are not going any where! Get ready to release the dirtiest and stinkiest clouds of methane you got, because it. Is. ON!”
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