John kept right on playing. There was no way he was going to let his friend win, no matter how large his ass had gotten. In the past few weeks he had watched Jimmy's ass get bigger and bigger. Even now he could feel his big cheeks, no longer that firm, smothering half his head.
“I don't care how gassy you are, dude, there's no way i'm not beating you this time!” John said.
“Your funeral dude!” Jimmy called out. He grinned wide. He relaxed his muscles and grunted. With a satisfying sigh he let out a long and deep fart. He raised his fists up in the air over his head in victory. Jimmy had always been proud of his farts, but this one felt particularly good.
John dropped his controller on the floor. “Dude...” he groaned off as he was forced to take the brunt. “I felt that one vibrate my head” John was laughing though. He had been Jimmy's roommate long enough to get used to his talent for farting. “your not human. Your like some sort of gas monster or something. We should get this on youtube. You'd be famous”
“Thats what happens when you make me drop the thunder” Jimmy said. He was still pinning John down, holding his friend with his now sweaty and stinky sweat shorts. “Now are you gonna admit that I won, or do I need to work out another one?” Jimmy ground his ass down a little harder, ramming the point home.
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