Mark Dearing had to wait a half an hour to take his sister Mary home from school. He was a senior in high school whereas she was just a freshman. He had spent the time doing a little drawing in one of the classrooms while waiting for Mary to get out of one of her new clubs she had joined. As the two pulled up they walked into the house and found their mother standing in the kitchen as she blended up a thick chocolate protein shake along with the remaining bowl of baked beans she had cooked last night. She had just scarfed off the rest of the beans and was now downing the shake. This was merely a snack before she’d fix dinner later on, but it only added fuel to an already combustible situation taking place in her gut. Luckily for her, her children had come home and could now help her out.

“Hey mom.” Mark addressed her as the kids both walked into the kitchen.

“Oh fuck! Oh….” Wendy started moaning as she pressed up against the counter and started releasing a beast of a fart out of her large black yoga pants.

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Mark and Mary stood there motionless as they watched their voluptuous mother release a megaton of gas out of her gigantic ass. They could feel the floors hum with pulsations and listen to a moaning against the walls. Dishes on the kitchen table shook as they could hear the sound of a jet engine blowing out of their mother’s ass. Her very long fart came coupled with the newly fermented stench of her fiber-induced flatus and it was not a pleasant odor. It smelled like a bathroom in there with the largest, fattest dump inside, only here it was coming out like a humid tropical fog. After what was nearly a full minute Wendy had finally unloaded her first wave of gas and looked back at her children, snickering as she knew very well how unbearable the thought and smell of her farts was on them.

“Gross.” Mary plugged her nose as she felt her mother’s thick gas brush up against her clothing.

“That’s bad.” Mark’s tone of voice was more neutral. He spoke both as someone offended at the fart and impressed by it. His attitude with his mother’s farting was one to actually appreciate its power a little more than his sister, who was completely disgusted by it.

“Yeah. They tend to be…ugghh…” Wendy started gloating but that was quickly changed into a coughing fit. She started gagging, complaining about the smell and holding both her hands over her mouth and nose, the smell was quickly turning into a nauseating kind of aroma. Her children watched as she struggled to cope with the smell and Mark started walking toward her. Wendy had given the impression that she was struggling to survive smelling in the gas. Even Mary felt bad for her.

“Mom? Mom?” Mark asked as he walked up closer toward her. He could certainly notice the sharp uptick in his mother’s foul gas. It was not for the faint of heart to breathe in; Wendy had pushed out an incredibly foul smelling fart. Mary was standing back against the doorframe; she wanted no part in this.

“Mark. Quickly, smell my butt; smell some of this…oh please, oh please, oh please.” Wendy insisted as Mark did not hesitate to bring his nose closer to his mother’s toxic-smelling ass. Being a guy it was a bit better for him to appreciate the size and girth of his mother’s gigantic caboose. Stopping short of her protruding butt shelf that pushed into the air like a warm mountain of rising dough against her tight black yoga pants, he wasn’t sure whether to proceed any further. But his mother’s coughing continued; she needed someone to displace some of the rancid aroma away from her.

Sinking to his knees Mark found himself face to face or rather face to ass with the goddess like curves that was Wendy’s watermelon sized butt cheeks. He took his face and buried it deep in the folds of her ass crack and began inhaling large quantities of his mother’s foul gas. He might as well have been breathing in shit as he took in more and more of her gas.
Soon, his mother looked over at Mary and thought the idea was too good to pass up. Why have just one kid smell up her gas, she had two of them, she’d might as well make good use of them. She ordered Mary to join her older brother in smelling up her flatus.

“Gross? No way am I smelling that?”

“You want to be grounded then?” Wendy asked Mary. She knew that Mary was planning on hanging out with her friends this weekend.

“Grounded? For not smelling your farts?!” Mary asked, exacerbated.

“That’s right. How about I ground you for the weekend, you can’t go out unless it’s for meals or using the bathroom. How’s that sound?”

“That’s no fair!”

“Neither is my really bad gas. You think I like having gas like this? But I have to make do and have my children help me.”

“But your farts stink so much!”

“That’s why I need your help. With the two of you breathing them in they won’t smell as bad for all three of us…now hurry up, my stomach’s roaring to life and I have some serious wind to release!” Wendy said, snickering as she saw her brown ponytail-sporting daughter resign herself to the evitable. As bad as smelling her mom’s farts would have been now, she knew that if she were grounded for the weekend she’d be smelling them a lot longer. At least hanging out with her friends kept her out of the house and away from her mother’s gassy rear.
Mary walked over and found her spot next to Mark’s head, both of them were now staring square at the firm tonnage of Wendy’s booty. They were worshippers at the altar of their mother’s incredibly-large ass. Quivering against her tight yoga pants Wendy squeezed them slightly before she began her next expulsion of gas.

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To Mary it was no different than feeling and hearing a bomb go off in her face. Wendy’s farts were always erupting out like a small human-scaled volcano, spewing out the stinkiest sulfur imaginable. A sweltering stream of nasty-smelling fumes were blowing out with the force of a 40-mile per hour wind out of the folds of Wendy’s thick yoga pants and square onto their faces. Mark had to turn his head back just a little to avoid his eyes being blinded by the stinging hot gas. Still, he gulped in as much of his mother’s toilet-smelling gas into his lungs. Above the two they could hear their mother laughing as she finished up the rancorous 40-second release of gas from her bowels.

Mark may have tolerated the gas, but Mary was straight up suffering. She was crying, having to smell of this gas, human noses were not designed to take in this kind of punishment. The severity was the same as smelling a skunk up close and personal with the same chemical feel to the toxicity of the gas. She coughed and she coughed and she coughed as she tried to breathe in the gas, but there was no getting used to it. Their mother’s fart was rotten, newly fermented in her bowels and stinking of rotten eggs, decaying cheese, garbage and feces, it was terrible to breathe in no matter how much you sliced it. The air around them was pungent on a record-breaking level and it took their ears a full minute to fully recover the explosive sound of their mother’s flatulence. And the worst part was, she was just getting warmed up.

“Damn that was stunk! Come on kids; breathe more of it, more, more, more! It stinks up here, I don’t want to have to be breathing this shit in, it’s bad enough that I had to smell my farts all day in the office!” Wendy laughed as she could slowly hear her children breathing. Mark was wheezing a little for the close proximity to his mother’s gas, while Mary was straight up bawling her eyes, gagging and ready to throw up.

“I need to sit down, come with me kids. Mama needs to be comfortable after a long day.” Wendy began walking into the living room. She had a black tank top on and tight black pants that were pushed to their limit around her butt and thighs. Walking down behind her there was a certain angle where her feet were below her but her large ass concealed them from view. Each step lifted one side every so sexily hypnotically shifting to the other and making that big ass sway. She was putting an extra sway in her step. All the meantime, tiny toots rippled through her ass crack, releasing more of her nasty stench right in her children’s faces.
When she got to her couch she went to sit down at a distinct position, leaning back against the back of the couch she propped her legs up so that she could expose the wide berth of the underside of her ass right to where her kids would be. She was leaning up against the right side of the couch where the remote was. This was often a position she would lounge around in so that she could really let loose all the trapped up wind in her gut. She ordered her kids to put their noses close to her ass and await for the fireworks to begin. It wouldn’t take but another minute before she scrunched up her nose and pushed out a gargantuan-sized fart, booming for 20 seconds and unloading the protein-laden contents of her flatus straight on her kids.

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Wendy watched the reactions from her children. Mark was smelling up the fumes of her fart with far more confidence than Mary was. In fact, he was smelling it up a little too much. Mary on the other hand was near tears, likely from being blinded once again with the raunchy-smelling air that now surrounded her. Smelling farts of this caliber were not for the timid, which Mary certainly was. Mark though, while he gagged once or twice, trying to keep from throwing up, he at least gave an effort.

Wendy laughed to herself as she tried turning up the volume on her television, watching some random talk show, something that hardly ever interested her children. After watching her children breathe in her gas for a minute she asked them how it was.

“It’s bad! God that one was bad!” Mary voiced her complaint immediately, trying to hold back her tears.

“It was pretty wicked, a lot of kick in that one.”

“Well good, because there’s a whole lot more kick in this one!” Mary then felt another gas bubble ready to leave her rectum. Her kids weren’t even ready for the sulfuric brick wall that slammed into their faces.

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Wendy felt as if she had just given birth (again) with the release of this ultra-silent and ultra-deadly smelling fart. A hot wind of gas blew across her kids’ faces, causing Mary’s ponytail to pick up the breeze, blowing almost horizontally at the strongest surge of Wendy’s fart. It had been a while since both of them had been witness to a fart of this strength. This was a fart that could chip away at the paint of the walls and cause lung cancer for those who breathed in its inferno stench. Rotten eggs was only the beginning of the power of this fart, the stench was burning their eyes as they began to taste the wretched stink of what flowed out of their mother’s digestive system. They could taste her lunch from the fart, the beans, what appeared to be some sort of protein shake and the broccoli she had scarfed up for lunch, they could taste it all.

“Mom?!” Mary was now in tears, she backed away, her face looking red from the surge of nastiness being blown her way. Mark was having no picnic either; this was the kind of fart that could literally take his breath away. But Wendy was the one who caught the whiff of it the strongest, causing her to proudly boast about the severity of her flatulence.

“Wow that felt great! Man, that’s a nice smell, wouldn’t you two agree.”

“No it’s not. It’s sick!” Mary complained yet again.

“It’s a bit strong. I mean, you gave us no warning….mom?!” Mark began complaining, but not before the next silent fart came out. It was even worse.

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For over 30 seconds their sinuses and brains were being given front row seats to truly awesome power of Wendy’s gut-wrenching, eye watering, and room-clearing gas. This fart blew the previous two away in the dust, and it had the appearance of a nuclear bomb going off in their faces. It was a longer stream of silent gas that was still blowing out at a ridiculous clip. Each second of gas carried with it a radioactive payload of sulfur that could bring down small animals. The smell was flat-out painful. It stunk of so many rotten things that even Mark couldn’t even begin to imagine what all of those gas-producing foods could do to her stomach. The gas was coming out at such force that he was literally breathing, smelling and tasting her gas, that was all there was, Wendy’s flatulence. Mary groaned and complained and screamed, she was now a foot away but could still feel the extreme power of Wendy’s SBD. She could taste the small shit particles that passed through her spandex surface, picking up parts of the sweat that had gathered around her ass. Around both her cheeks her sweaty pants started to make their presence known by making both cheeks wet.

Wendy continued to laugh as she started to see the cloud of green and brown filling the immediate area around her children’s body. The burning stench of her fart had burned the surface of both Mark’s and Mary’s pale skin as the skin was being warmed up from the rectal winds that were being blown at an incredibly-fast speed onto their faces. Wendy was a super healthy woman of near Amazonian dimensions who was now dropping a fart of such power that you could only hope that she would have finally ran out. They started yelling and screaming as much as they could as the stench was so toxic they both were afraid they were going to get fart-poisoning, but that was hardly a concern, their mother was farting and they were going to smell it and there was nothing they could do, unless they wanted to be grounded. As the fart finally subsided I had started to feel the toxicity of the fart wane a little as the main force of the fart was going down, but rest assure they were at the power center of this magnificent woman’s gassy outburst. This was in a whole different zone of fart. That singular fart had stunk up their entire gas and even Wendy was gasping for breath after unleashing that one.

“AHHHHH! DAMN THAT WAS ONE TO REMEMBER!” Wendy cried out as she breathed in nothing but rotten smelling gas, two large SBDs in a row were too much even for her to handle, but she was the toughest of the bunch, she ordered her kids to smell up more of the gas.

“Mom? We’re going to get sick breathing this in.” Mary complained.

“Sick? How do you think I feel? Did you ever think about how your poor mother’s tummy must be feeling? You think having gas is a great feeling. It sucks! That’s why I need you two to help me out a little. Now get your noses in there and breathe in that gas.”

“Yeah. I gotta agree with sis here, that’s a rank fart.” Mark added, as both kids were very hesitant to get any closer to their mother’s gas.

“I know. And my stomach’s churning up even more…wait a minute…here it comes!” Wendy snickered as she started smiling. Out from between her cheeks came a rumbling wet-sounding fart. It was every bit as nasty as it sounded coming out and the smell, already atrocious due to her epic-range smelling SBDs, was only deteriorating further.

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Mark and Mary squealed as they felt the humid eggy stench of their mother’s wet fart against their faces. They could taste what was coming out, the bubbly residue of her powerful stench was starting to increase and spread out to every corner of the living room and then some. She was now offloading some gigantic amounts of gas. They looked up from between her thick thighs to see her smiling as she pushed out warm and stinky fart. They could taste the rotten eggs and cheese that had been expelled from her fart. Her bowels were producing a catastrophic amount of flatulence that was filling up the house with something that was way over the top. More and more of this rotten odor was starting to fill up their lungs as the deadly aroma of Wendy’s gas continued to compound by the second, multiplying faster than anyone would have thought possible, and the worst part was that she was still loading up with gas; no nose could survive the damage of a fart of this magnitude. The kids labored hard as the air grew warmer and got smellier and smellier. It was an utterly devastating stink of rotten eggs and crap mixed in with dog and skunk and any other useful descriptor of a bad smell. The smell continued to strengthen in its pungency by the second as Wendy finished off this massive fart and sat back down, basking in the utter bomb that she had unleashed.

“Whew! That felt wet…smell up my pants you two, smell them up…tell me if they feel wet.” Wendy instructed as her two kids looked at her with worry. They didn’t want to do it, even Mark was not feeling like taking his nose and pressing them up against her crouch and smelling up her farts. Mary was downright against taking another whiff of her mother’s gas.

“No. That’s not right. I can’t smell it; I’m already struggling to stay awake.”

“Er…right. Sorry mom, that one just sounded real bad.” Mark added. The two kids started to back away from their mom, not wanting to take in any more of her gas. They didn’t get far considering just how much stronger their mother was over them.

“Not so fast you two.” Wendy got up off of the couch, unintentionally releasing some pent up gas that had been trapped in the cushions and went straight for both Mark and Mary. It was a quick and sudden move, but she grabbed each kid, one in each arm and carried them back to the couch. Angry and humiliated they both started kicking and swinging, Wendy then moved up and sat her ass right on their faces with all her weight. Mark was sitting to Wendy’s left side on the floor and Mary was sitting to her right. Her ass was so massive that both their heads fit comfortably within the folds of her pants, with each of her buttocks pressing up against more than half their heads, there was serious weight being applied to them. Their noses were turning at an angle toward the opening in between her buttocks and leg. They struggled vigorously for a little bit but eventually had to stop since the rear seam on the seat of her pants was ruffing up their faces.

She had their arms stretched straight overhead and they had no strength left in them from lack of circulation. As a result their breathing was limited to what air they could suck through her tight yoga pants, and considering all that she had been doing, that wasn’t anything good. Mary had managed to open her mouth under her ass in order to get more air and to protect her lips since each time she struggled Wendy would do a little bounce on her face to punish her mouth and nose for not being docile. She had no shot of getting any air through her nose since it was being crushed under her ass. She, and her brother, therefore had no choice but to limit their struggling and lay there obediently for the rest of their mother’s farts and concentrate on breathing.

“Good. Now that you both are sitting there, maybe you can be a bit more helpful in smelling up my farts….wait a minute…wait for it…wait for it….”

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Sitting on her children’s heads, she farted a truly big and ugly sounding fart. Another rumbling sensation began in the car seat as Wendy pushed out yet another fart. The overwhelming stench of her gaseous eruptions had been enough to ensure that they would both be smelling and tasting her gas for the duration, but this next fart was the worst. With their mother’s fat cheeks trapped over them they both started to inhale it all in as Wendy started laughing even louder at the rotten vapors she was producing. Beans, onions, cheese and protein powder, all of them were morphing into a scent of gas that was even worse than anything she had produced before. She was a strong farter, but this was stronger than anything she had produced before. Wendy could only smile at the power she was producing. It was a very good thing that she was able to work at home as a standard office setting couldn’t handle aromas like this.

Her massive rear end covered the seat with her awe-inspiring globes continuing their onward mission to expand the fabric of her yoga pants. Her ass was always the envy of anyone who considered themselves a fan of the derriere. Her ass was a forbidden fruit for any guy who saw it out in public, and it was only until they took a whiff of what came out of it that they realized the lethality of being next to such a gorgeous tooter, clearly something that fine must be treated as if it had a mind of its own. Wendy stood at a proud six feet in height and over 250 pounds, as fit as she was strong; Wendy’s ass was clearing a monster by itself. But it was this horrifying aspect of her gas that she held only for those who got too close to it. It was her husband who actually got too close to his wife’s gassy behind, he worked late hours and she knew very well why. That’s why her children were so indispensable.

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“UUUUmmmmmmffff!” Two muffled up screams, one sounding feminine and the other masculine could be sound beneath Wendy’s gigantic rear. Not that it mattered, regardless of the gender of the voices; they were all under the heavy load of their mother’s flatulent rear. Wendy could notice an improved difference in the smell around her, she did not smell nearly as much of her vile-smelling gas this time, her kids had upped their effort in ingesting all of her flatus, not that they had a choice in the matter.

“That’s much better. Smell it all up. Tell me…how bad did that smell?” Wendy asked as she awaited the response from her son and daughter. They muffled up some kind of difference, but there was no way that she could make it out. If only one could translate the English language through two globous mounds of booty meat and tight yoga pants. Wendy now got herself comfortable as she turned through the channels on the TV to find a channel. This was her relaxation time, with her two children trapped underneath her ass, breathing in the very tainted air of her flatulence. They could breathe in oxygen, but it was soiled by their mother’s noxious fumes, and Wendy still had plenty left in her tank.

Mary was scared, she had nowhere to go, her face was lodged in a very bad spot and worst of all, she actually had the majority of the access to Wendy’s asshole. Mark was there too, but Wendy wasn’t too particular in how she exactly sat on her children’s faces, so Mary ended getting the worst of the smells. Through the folds of her cotton yoga leggings they could do nothing but breathe in impressive amounts of sulfur and methane, all trapped from Wendy’s rampant bouts of gas. It wasn’t too uncommon for her to have to go through several computer seats in one year and her husband was too scared to even comment on how nasty she’d stink up the bedroom. Dutch oven sessions were nightly and he was trapped under the heated fumes of Wendy’s flatulent aromas. Still, she was far too impressive of a woman for him to pass up and they both knew it.

For the two of them it felt like an eternity, but it was only a couple of minutes before they felt their mother’s asscheeks flex on top of them. For a painful second they could smell nothing but raw gas float out of their mother’s asshole, just the preparation for her actual fart. What came out next was a deep and sinister sounding rumbler of a fart.

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It sounded like a herd of cows mooing at the same time in that living room and Wendy could feel her couch vibrate under the intense force of her fart. Her kids were screaming as best as they could through the eggy-encrusted folds of her yoga pants, but nothing mattered compared to the majestic power of their 44-year old mother’s fart. Mary’s head shook with a vibrating sensation that she had never witnessed before. Most humans had never been put through this kind of pressure before as her ears rung with the extremely bassy and beany butt blast that bellowed out of the behemoth’s behind. All around the two kids their bodies was becoming warmed up as her fart shook their heads one after another; she was killing it with her awesome flatulence as her dominance over them was continuing. One cheek was larger than each of their heads and Mary’s face especially was so far up her mother’s ass that her nose was probably closer to her asshole than it was to the couch, which was bad news since her farts stunk really bad!

Wendy was gifted a putrid combination of gas that was unheard of even compared to some of her past flatulent episodes. There was something about this mixture that produced a diabolical stench that should be classified a biological weapon. The fart bubbled its way through her yoga pants and into both Mary’s and Mark’s faces as a wave of yellow gas descended upon their nasal passages, quickly emptying their mind with the lethal vapors that emerged from her behind. It was a burning hot wind that blinded their eyes and singed their nostrils as they breathed up an unholy smell that was becoming more painful to breathe in. One fart was bad enough by itself, enough to stink up a room easily and cause all people to be offended by its odor, but more of them was not making the situation any better. Mark was impressed with his mother’s gas yet horrified at the same time. At the moment it was certainly the horror that was impacting him. As for Mary, she was using up all her strength, flaying her arms out from underneath her mother’s seated behind.

“Oh quiet down there. I’m trying to watch this show. Keep it up though; you’re doing a pretty good job in smelling up this gas. You two don’t realize how nice you have it right now; all you have to do is smell up my farts. Most mothers would have you do random chores around the house, clean up and everything, and yet all I give you two is one simple task.”

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Wendy’s speech was cut off by an impressive volley of gas entering her colon. Without any thought into the matter she pressed out not one, not two, but three of her pungent smelling farts. Three hefty-sized and long farts erupted out of their mother’s asshole and they were once more reacquainted with the most potent blast of gas ever witnessed. Mark and Mary had to take in all in as Wendy’s farts had their way with them. It was becoming more than just someone farting on them; her farts were owning them completely. Their entire world was nothing but their mother’s gas. The smell came with a strong force that was starting to give Mary’s eyes pink eye. All around they could feel the sweaty heat blast their face with something that felt like it was inside of an oven. Each fart came down upon them like an explosion of ass gas that sent more of her toxic fumes in their faces. She had eaten a combination of food that was surely to provide for the most optimal farts in terms of length, strength and stench. The stench of her farts caused Mary’s body to go back and forth between blacking out and reviving itself. Mark was not doing much better, but again he wasn’t fully in the line of fire. He could feel the hot gas blow against his sister’s face and then what was left would move to his face.

Wendy’s weight of over 250 pounds sure wasn’t helping them in any regard. She was heavy indeed, but certainly not fat, a lot of was pure muscle. But her ass... it was simply gigantic. Her whole body weight was centered right on her children’s faces, unquestionably the most delicate part of their bodies, flattened by the most dominating part of their mother’s. It was awfully frightening, as Wendy was quite in control of herself; she had done this many times before. Her colossal ass was much too strong for them. As the farts continued Mary found her air flow being severely depleted. Luckily fart gas contained oxygen, but it wasn’t the most pleasant form of oxygen available, Wendy’s farts stunk worse than rotten garbage burning for weeks. And it was with the last fart, an industrial-sized 40-second long bomb, that she found out the extent of her children’s lung capacity. They had taken in a large amount of her gas, directly into their bodies, but she had unloaded so much right then and there that there was now a surge of her vicious fumes being spread straight into her face. She recoiled at the severity of her own stink.

“Damn that reeks!” Wendy cried out as she could feel the raunchy, eggy gas brush up against her nostrils. She had trouble breathing this in, which almost made her feel bad for her children, having to take it up a full blast.

“What did I eat? Well wait a minute, that protein shake from earlier…okay that would definitely do it, but should I have had that shake earlier in the day. Now the beans, that certainly helped. Oh yeah, how silly of me, that black bean egg salad, that stuff was good…oh boy you kids don’t know how heavenly that tastes…but man does it do some nasty things to my bowels. Oh how could I have forgotten, that sautéed broccoli I had as well, that stuff was good. Hardboiled eggs and meat for breakfast didn’t help me out as well. What do you think…you think mommy’s eaten some pretty yummy things?” Wendy looked down toward the space between her legs. Her kids were still squirming, moaning and coughing and making a fit, but there was definitely evidence that her gas was conquering them further into submission. Wendy had to “pretend” that she understood what her kids were saying.

“Oh you did like that? Yeah, you like it when mama keeps healthy right. A healthy mama is a good mama, one who can do all those wonderful mama things. Don’t forget you two came out of this lovely ass. And if you think these farts stink now, you should have smelled them when I was pregnant with you. Especially you Mary, when I had you in my stomach, I could have stunk up half of town. Your father refused to sleep with me for six months. I didn’t even blame him; my farts stunk so bad, thanks to you Mary. So close there kiddos, I think I’m almost out. I’ll let you out soon.”

By “almost out” what Wendy really meant to say was that she still had a dozen farts cooking up inside her gut. She gave her children a minute or two to “think” about her healthy eating habits and their ramifications. All the meanwhile, the smothering, hydraulic machine, otherwise known as the rear end of Wendy Dearing, was regularly, habitually causing them to both die a little with each passing moment of squeezing pressure. Her yoga pants obviously were no match for the vastness of her rear end. Sure they worked, but it was painfully obvious that she had more booty than the pants could contain. At least she was freed from having to work in a regular office and show off her larger-than-life behind to her fellow coworkers. Still, despite her age she continued her weight training and exercise that only made her butt even bigger and stronger. When those ass cheeks were engulfing the faces of her two children, with relative ease, their whole menial existence was dependent on the strength of a strong woman’s ass and thighs and the toxic gases that she generated. Wendy’s behind, majesty upon itself made Mary realize that the last thin shred of hope was erased for her when she was in between those thick cheeks of a feminine butt. If there was any consolation with her, it was the fact that perhaps someday she could achieve the same power of her mother; at least she was beginning to hope her genes would work that way.

She gave her kids another five minutes so breathe up as much gas as possible from the inside of her asscrack. By now both kids were suffering dearly from having to inhale all the poisonous exhaust from their mother’s digestive system. It would have been a little better if their mom was a normal farter, but she was far from that.

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Wendy was euphoric as she pressed her hands up against the cushions of her couch and executed these three deep-sounding farts out of her ass and into her children’s faces. Out of her butthole came the three worst farts to have ever been ripped from a human being’s asshole. All three of these butt blasters were killer beyond belief. They reeked to high heaven of broccoli and beans and cheese and rotten protein, 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. This was putrid gas in its purest form, concocted up into a solution that was not for the faint of heart. Her kids did their best to breathe in each fart, gulping them in as if they were the only air they were receiving. 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. These farts wouldn’t rip paint off of walls, they would corrode anything else on that wall as well, the chemicals that were spewing from her ass simply were not human.

“Whew that takes the breath out of me….jeez these are funky!” Wendy laughed out continued breathing. Her farts were fermenting even more into a corrosive smelling fart that was starting to really destroy her children. Mark had been demoralized with just an hour’s worth of flatulence from his mother. No one could stand the power of what was coming out of her. Mary on the other hand was much worse. She was dangling helplessly, weak and breathless, locked in her mother’s giant ass. The soft, girlish mounds pressed into her face into a bowl of mush. Mary’s face was red and she gasped breathlessly. Weakly, she physically tried to pry her mother’s ass loose, but there was no strength left in her brawny body. Mark even joined the effort but they couldn’t even pretend to fight off the immense bulk of their mother’s posterior. Wendy had squeezed and drained their combined muscular strength dry. And then they heard the ominous growling sound, the sound of their mother’s meals coming back to fight them. They could hear some chuckling from their mother’s perspective. Mary gasped in sudden helpless terror. Wendy straightened up; her strong, sturdy form tensed at the strain of holding her huge body aloft. Mary was totally powerless, a helpless pawn in her dominant mother's hands.

“Oh God, you’ve got to be kidding me!” Wendy yelled out as she began grunting. The kids embraced for another lording fart out of their mother’s ass. Her indigestion was now rendering her children useless and powerless against the insurmountable amounts of pent-up wind inside of her.

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The living room started shaking violently under the heart pounding release of gas out Wendy’s ass. These were the farts that her kids feared, a fart so powerful that you trembled in fear when you heard this behemoth of a butt bomb blast out from her ass. The fart started as a moist, long toot and ended on a deep bubbly note. Even Wendy was recoiling in horror, remembering her previous farts. This one was just as smelly, and she gagged when it got to her nose. She tried fanning it away, but to no avail. They could feel something, a little liquid coming out as their mother was finishing up the mass eruption of her Vesuvius-like rear end and its gastric damage to their lungs. At this point the floodgates had been opened and Wendy no longer cared about giving her kids any proper warning or time off to breathe in her gas. She had to fart and she had to fart hard!

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“Ooohhh! Damn these are starting to get a little wet!” Wendy exclaimed as she felt the dampness in her asscrack. She was starting to feel a need to take a shit but she still had some excess gas and she still wanted her fart sniffers to take in as much as they could. Mary was now moving into a semi-case of unconsciousness and Mark was not that far behind. Both kids were wondering what they had done to deserve such a treatment. It wasn’t as if their mother was that bad of a person, she did love them, she just loved them a little too much into thinking that they would be willing to do things like this for her. This was a little extreme, but there was still more flatulence yet to come. Their mother flexed her ass and then they started squirming. They felt a small stream of hot gas ready to blow out. Then the tooting began.

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She farted two wet-sounding farts. They were now screaming with all their might, but the sound of Wendy’s farting had droned them out and now everything coming from her ass was infinitely stronger than what they could counter with. Back in the living room, Wendy was now feeling the bubbly sensation in her stomach reach a peak; she could feel all kinds of digestion taking place. She farted two more times.

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“You know kids, I wonder if I might be overdoing it on the high fiber diet, it’s really wrecking up my stomach.” Wendy said laughing as her kids quickly realized what was about to happen as these powerful small farts were ripping against their faces with more of her rotten egg aroma falling upon me. Mark had moved his head so that he could be less in the line of fire, but this sadly moved his sister’s head even deeper in between Wendy’s mounds of glutes so that her raw hot gas had only one place to go….her mouth. Still, Mark had to deal with the nauseating smell that came with his mother’s gas.

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More farts and the continuous influx of sulfuric-smelling vapors was starting to have an impact on Mary’s system. In such a short time she was inhaling her mother’s vaporous gas and her diabolical shit in liquid form. The farts had a much more bubbly sound of as their mother could feel the fart change tone in its power. As bad as Mary had her face lodged in her mother’s ass, at least her mother had panties and pants on to protect her from a truly horrifying gastric nightmare.

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Two more farts had left her ass. Mary was crying as loudly as she could within the folds of her mother’s ass. If it made her feel any better, so did Mark, who was in tears himself; his mother’s digestion was devastating him as well. The fact that Mary’s head was completely stuck between her mother’s cheeks didn’t help matters. She felt as if each of her buttocks had more weight and power than her entire head, all she would have to do is to squeeze and she could be done for, all from her own mother’s fat behind. But still, her mother had gas and she wanted to share it with her kids. Her warning before the next one scared the living shit out of them.

“Oh no. You kids are gonna hate me after this one!” Wendy started laughing as she began to push out a nuclear-sounding fart from her behind.

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The fart shook the couch and the ground around them and was powerful enough to be felt in some form, generally through the shockwaves of the fart’s sound, around the lower level of her house. The entire house was filling up with a foul-smelling rotten egg aroma that had the smell of pure shit and beans. A fog of brown air began to fill even the upstairs part of the house as the stench of her fart became a bit much even for her. Wendy pinched her nose for a moment as she tried to become acclimated with her newfound gassy glory. She had just pushed out nearly a minute’s worth of heart pounding gas out of her ass. There was simply nothing like the force of a beans-and-protein fart from a woman like Wendy. Her fart shook Mary’s body and filled her mind with deadly-smelling aromas.

Mark was now getting into being unconscious on his own; it was becoming quite clear to him that despite not being directly underneath his mother’s ass, he was not going to survive her gassy onslaught nonetheless. Quite simply, it was becoming obvious that Wendy could produce more gas and more waste than any other person, perhaps in all the world. And her children had front row seats to the horror. Her fart was suffocating just by the god-awful smell. Everything they had witnessed before was only the beginning. Her mother simply moved her buttocks around and felt her children’s heads underneath them. They were doing their best to breath in her gaseous fumes but the simple fact was, there was way too much for them to properly store. And to make matters even worse, she felt something even longer and even stinkier ready to leave her asshole.

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Something had corrupted Wendy like nothing else with this latest silent but deadly fart. They could feel more heat leave her ass as the atrocious smell came back to us once more, reinforced like another warm front of thick eggy pungency. Their coughing and gagging ramped back up in earnest as the punch of this newest blast of silent but deadly gas attacked their nostrils. The noxious gas started to flow out from the vicinity of her mother’s ass with the kind of vileness that would normally be attributed to a sewer plant. The zone of putrid gas had expanded to include nearly the entire house. Normally though Wendy would have half a dozen farts of this strength on a normal day when the kids were at school so all things considering it wasn’t unusual. Wendy’s stinky farts were living up to their reputation. She rarely had the energy or even the fuel to produce something of this level. The fart smell was at best rotten and at worse destructive, hell even fatal. Their nostrils were burning in a high-caliber sulfuric stench that seemed to be brewed straight out of hell. Brimstone and rotten eggs clouded their minds as they tried to remain conscious through the precious oxygen you were receiving.

“Takes the breath away doesn’t it. I had several like that one today; I’ve been farting like crazy all day long! Perhaps you’ve two have noticed…no? Then let me give you some more of my insufferable gas.” Wendy was now on a full power trip, subjecting her children to her worst gas imaginable. Mary prayed for death, that last SBD had taken nearly everything from her, how she was even still breathing was a miracle. Small bits of air were coming out from underneath the folds of their mother’s ass, but it was not much on a consolation.
“Okay kiddos, big breaths now, this one feels big!” Wendy laughed as she pushed out yet another eruption of mindboggling flatulence.

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Wendy’s declaration was a bit of an understatement as this newest fart was fucking huge, incredible and massive. Mary’s nostrils curled back in disgust as realization that this was not a nightmare had gotten to her; she had just cut a massive fart. Just when it seemed as if their mother had run out of steam she was unleashing some sort of hurricane through her pants as this booming fart of incredible loudness left her behind. Clouds of brown gas were now flowing freely from underneath her ass on the couch. Her children’s bodies were now almost lifeless as Mark’s eyes water as he started to gag from the incredible smell that came out. The air inside the living room had turned a tannish-color, deep with a humid haze that was nothing but her gas. She didn’t pass gas; she dropped a nuclear bomb of flatulence. The stench that came out of this fart naturally was too many ticks up the ladder, even from what they had already experienced. Her stink was enough to rip the paint off of walls and fill her entire house with its rotten, eggy and putrid aroma. Garbage and cheese and eggs made up the bulk of this sulfuric stinker of a prolific fart.

“God damn that was one to remember!” Wendy cried out as she looked down at her children, looking completely out of energy as she started smelling in the giant clouds of smelly gas in her face. Her kids’ job of smelling her farts had already ended, their lungs could take no more and they were in a comatose state from having to take in so much of her evil smelling fumes. Wendy had her nose pinched and her insides burning as she had a feeling of both admiration and fear from this killer fart. She could do nothing but laugh as she remarked at the grand power of a fart that she had cut.

“Man, will this stuff ever leave me! I’m sorry kids, but I’ve gotta fart some more!” She laughed again as she pressed out her next series of ass rips, the amount of gas leaving Wendy’s body had now surpassed nearly every fart record in existence.

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Not as strong as the last fart had been, but they were still plenty strong, Wendy continued to flex her muscles of dominance as the incredible farter she was. A strong, eggy odor overcame me inside of her living room as the oxygen in the room was turning into a potent 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 her bedroom. The strong stench of hydrogen sulfide, plus the enormous amounts of methane had made her pants warm up. She pushed out another preposterous rump shaker that shook her vibrant asscheeks and spread even more of her gaseous stink throughout the room. She even began putting her nose underneath her own shirt as the raw power of the gas’s aroma started to really get to her. Wendy almost wanted to leave, but she also wanted to bask in the aura of her pungent flatulence. Her gas how reached its peak in everything, loudness, stench and power. Her kids were nothing compared to what came out of her. And yet, her stomach grumbled one more time. She almost wanted to leave, but she knew any trapped up air in between her legs would have brought the air quality of the house down even further. Amazingly though, while Mark had finally passed out, Mary was clinging on. It wasn’t clear how, but she could hear the digestion taking place in her stomach and she felt that she was about to witness her mother’s biggest blow yet. Lucky her.

“Oh fuck…oh fuck…oh fuck…Father please forgive me for what I’m about to do!” Wendy’s superior tone had lowered a little as she felt the gas bubble reach her rectum. Mark would be completely out to witness this, but not Mary; she was going to feel a power against her face that no human had likely felt before. It was hard to anyone in that household to guess that anyone else in the world could expel the same kind of power that was about to depart Wendy’s behind. Once she began to fart, she would smell nothing but her mother’s gas for the next week. Wendy flexed her behind and braced her hands against the couch and began to utterly shake nearly the entire house with the force of her gigantic fart.

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Huge was an understatement, Wendy had saved her best for last she as she unloaded without a doubt her masterpiece. Mary may been up for a good part of this titanic release, which clocked out at nearly a minute and a half of the most strenuous farting Wendy’s ever done. Everything in her gut had been slowly building up to what would be the cap coming off of the bottle, the pressure had reached this pinnacle. To describe what a fart like this smelled like would be hard. Mary’s body went into shock and then unconsciousness within 30 seconds of this enormous stinker. All around her, Wendy’s vast butt cheeks shook as she pushed out an incredible, absolutely incredible amount of warm, putrid gas. Even less than a minute ago she had never seen as much gas passed in one forceful explosion. Her ears were ringing with the sound of this deafening fart. The couch shook from this powerful eruption and all around and Wendy could swear that her walls were shaking too. The gas that rocketed itself out from her behind was impressive. Even cows couldn’t compete with this fart’s rich aroma; the greatest of gas producing animals couldn’t compete with this kind of gas.

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If her kids were awake their eyes would have been burning, literally burning from the hot gas that poured out of Wendy’s ass as this fart continued to flow out of her rear end. Up above Wendy smiled a great smile, one that indicated that she had unloaded a monstrous gassy discharge that had never before been bested. It had reminded her of her great fart the first night of her honeymoon. All the food from her wedding had been coalescing inside her stomach that whole day and when it was just her and her husband in their suite she ripped what was still her biggest fart ever, a two-minute long whopper that was amazingly twice as big as this one had been. But this fart was within her top-five all time. This was the kind of fart that one had to remember for a lifetime. The house now throughout stunk of the worst kind of flatulence ever conceived. Here, this giant woman with killer big thighs and an enormous tush was breaking serious wind. Mary’s mind was going all over and was about to go black before her fart was finally reaching a most putrid stage.

Her fart continued as a true explosion of gas, mixing together more ingredients to her incredible foul smelling gas. And if things weren’t bad enough already, she could feel Mary’s head go even further into the envelope of her gassy ass. Mary began crying out even more, yelling to the top of her lungs, or as far as her lungs could take it, but it was still being muffled by Wendy’s behind, she could only hear faint cries coming from her butt; they were far softer than the eruptions coming out of her mother’s ass. Wendy almost wanted to stop the horror, but Wendy felt the fart on the precipice of turning wet she stopped.

“Ooops!” Wendy had finished her house-shaking fart and felt the need to take a massive dump. She was giggling as she waved behind the massive brown gas of her pre-dump fart. It smelled just as bad as her ultra-bad SBD earlier and was indicative of just how much her fart game was now improved. Waving the fumes behind her she ran to the bathroom to release what had to be the dump of her lifetime. In the wake of her devastation, her kids were knocked out on the floor next to her couch while the living room stunk with Wendy’s digestion system for a rather long time.

Mary and Mark finally woke up from their sleep several hours later, with giant headaches and still tasting their mother’s fart gas as if it were the oxygen they breathed for a living. They heard the front door close as their mother thanked a delivery driver. Mary got up off the floor with her mind wrecked, she was gagging and coughing but otherwise was “fine.” Mark was still lying flat on the floor, but he was at least up and awake. Wendy walked over toward the living room toward her kitchen carrying two giant white bags. Mary could make out the logo on it and the name of the restaurant, the Niebla Verde Mexican Restaurant.

Wendy walked by her daughter and noticed a strong residue of her sulfuric stench all around her. She laughed as she complained about how bad her daughter smelled.

“Jeez Mary, you stink! You need to take a shower now! Just hurry up, cause mama's gonna need you later!” Wendy laughed as she started walking toward the kitchen. Mary was given a view of her mother’s giant ass, now being covered by a grey-colored pair of yoga pants. As her mother walked she heard a familiar sound.

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A long and sickenly disgusting fart bubbled out of Wendy’s ass. Even with her bowels cleared up she still had some excess gas left in her tank that she thankfully released in her own office. The newly brewed and warm scent of shit and rotten eggs soon attacked Mary and she was nearly on the verge of getting PTSD from all that she had endured from her mother’s gassy ass. Mark was in no mood for this either but the children knew that it was only a matter of time before the contents of their mother’s two large bags of Mexican food would reach her stomach and then…and then there was nothing anyone could do with what came out. Mexican food brought out the worst farts that Wendy could conjure up, meaning that the farts earlier were merely an appetizer to what was going to be blasting out of her ass later on. Wendy was on the verge of having the biggest farts in history and her two kids would likely play a big part in helping her out, whether they wanted to or not. There was one consolation, their father would be home soon and he could also assist in the evacuation of all the gas that was about to be brewed in his wife’s behind.

Wendy sat down there at the kitchen table and pulled out the first platter of bean burritos, refried beans and taco. She licked her lips as she picked up her first burrito. Mary quietly pleaded for her mother to reconsider, but nothing was going to come between their mom and her Mexican food, the wheels started turning as a historic case of flatulence was about to commence.