“We are NOT going anywhere with you!” Victoria yelled at Connie.
“Yeah an what happened to your ass, why is it so big?” Penelope asked.
“So you two aren’t coming home?”
“NO!” they both yelled.
“Alright then, I’m not going to hold in my farts anymore,” Connie said cocking a hip.
“Holding in her farts?” Penelope turned to and asked Victoria. Victoria opened her mouth to answer, when she was caught off guard by Connie’s latest display of flatulence.
FFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTT!
The gathered students behind Connie, some of whom were still trying to make it to their feet, were caught up in her massive fart and blown down the hallway. Britney Miller, the head cheerleader, held onto a locker door like a supermodel in a tsunami as she felt her legs lift off the floor and her whole body go horizontal. More than one person blew against the exit doors and was pinned there by the force of Connie’s hurricane like farting prowess.
As the fart, that seemed to its victims was more like a force of nature than a woman made gaseous expulsion, died down the smell began to rise. Out houses, broken septic systems, dead animals left in the sun to rot, dumpsters of a fish market at high noon on a sunny day, and trapped in a coffin with a rotting corpse were all analogies used to describe the smell, but a young freshman said it best when they wiped their stinging eyes and likened it to all five at once.
“Well I guess I’ll see you girls at home,” Connie smirked evilly, “I do have to clean your rooms after all,” she threatened with a small toot form her booty, a toot that made everyone jump in terror. “See you later, girls.”
Victoria and Penelope just watched as their mother walked away, each globular ass cheek bouncing up and down with the sway of her enormous butt. Students jumped out of her way and pressed themselves up against the lockers, praying o not get caught again in an ass blast. As the doors closed behind Connie, a collective sigh of relief was heard to come form the crowd, followed by the collective head turning of the student body in the direction of Victoria and Penelope, anger painted on everyone’s faces.
“We have no idea who that woman was,” Penelope lied, making Victoria palm her face.
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