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Waking Up With The Farts It was Friday morning in East Lansing and Samantha was on the verge of waking up. She had nearly passed out four hours ago after finishing up some schoolwork. Inside the standard sized college dormitory she shared one half of the room with another female freshman student. Samantha’s side was closest to the window, with a wooden desk, a couple of shelves and two wooden dressers, two drawers high. And in the corner was one of two cot-like beds that rested one worn mattress and on top of it a 18-year old freshman student currently lying flat on her stomach wearing nothing but a plain white T-shirt and green Poison Ivy-themed panties. Her two ponytails were flung around her head, appearing disoriented from her head, she had the look and feel of a girl who had been working a little too hard and just needed some sleep. Only two weeks into the school year and Samantha was already settling herself in as the typical overworked college student with way too much homework and not enough free time to do it. Her eating habits had shifted over that time too with her taking full advantage of her university’s meal plan she had been eating more than usual, nothing that dramatically affected her 5’6 frame or 160 pounds worth of weight. Noticeably the only thing that seemed to have changed just a little was a slight bulging of her glutes, stretching her panties considerably. Granted, she had worn this pair for several years but it was only the previous day that she had noticed that they were much tighter than normal. But it was inside her gut that the real transformation was taking place. She had been playing computer games with a couple of her friends elsewhere on the web and eaten a whole large pepperoni, sausage and onion pizza by herself. Her roommate was actually quite impressed to see her eat that much, with what little words she usually had to say. But that pizza was now making its comeback against the person that had devoured it. Samantha’s bowels were working fast and hard, processing and trying to make do with all that food. The meat itself was enough to send her gastric muscles into overdrive, but it was the onions and cheese that were adding potency to a corrosive mixture of stinkiness that was certainly not necessary for a girl with occasional bouts of superpowerd flatulence. The bubbling continued, for several hours as Samantha got as much sleep as she could before her first 8:00 class in the morning, being a freshman she didn’t have the greatest luxury in picking class times. Still, ever the faithful bookworm, Samantha made it a point to attend class all the same. She slowly started to wake up, feeling a painful batch of gas pass through the last of her intestines and into her colon, she knew very well what was coming but did not really want it to occur, it would be the first time since she had entered college that she would have “this kind” of gas. Samantha was on the verge of yet another episode of “the farts.” The gas had finally entered her rectum and was ready for expulsion out of her anus. She hoped that Bailey was not yet up for she knew this would be quite the icebreaker for the two so-far indifferent roommates. PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppptttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt!!!!! Samantha Fernley’s 7:00AM wakeup call was without a doubt the largest she had cut since entering college. It was not a stretch in the lightest to think that this was one of the largest farts ever released in any university in the world. And it was the first fart of the day for the gassy college female. The gaseous release began with an explosive bang, one loud enough to be heard outside and then it morphed into a wet and bubbly chorus of flatulence that went on for an exhausting 15 seconds. The already humid bedroom with lack of air conditioning had a putrid wave of disgusting gas fill up the confines, warming the room temperature and filling the dorm room with a funky smell that had never graced its walls ever in the long history of this particular room. A baritone bass soon made up the second half of the fart as Samantha continued waking up, feeling this gargantuan gas bomb leave her bowels she was feeling great for a few seconds as she eased her stomach and finished up her loud and echoing blast out of her ass. The mega-sized blast that burned her panties with the overpowering smell of cheese and onions and shit and gave her the biggest blast of fart gas she had ever experienced, this was a morning far unlike any other, the smell was just kept going increasing in potency. And then Samantha took in a whiff and regretted doing this. “Oh my God!” She lifted her face from the surface of her bed sheets and took in a heaping whiff of her creation; this was one of her great farts. The smell continued to morph into a sinister concoction that found itself in a ripe environment with the general mess around her room and the warm temperatures. A fan was blowing but it was hardly enough to dispel of any of Samantha’s stinkiness. She looked back at Bailey, who was still asleep in bed and for the moment she was happy to see that her roommate hasn’t woken up to that, it was actually remarkable by accounts that the loud blast didn’t wake her. Samantha’s digestive system was retching up in its gas production and unlike previous occurrences; this case of “the farts” was going to be historic. There was a logical reason for Samantha’s case of “the farts,” it is merely the buildup of gas after a period of a certain number of days. At best Samantha figured that it was around 20 days in between episodes. She would continuously build up gas while letting out what she assumed to be the normal amount of gas each day and all the while her intestines were hording bigger and smellier volumes of gas for final release. At a certain point her system just becomes too overloaded and she has to let loose, resulting in one day of pure manic farting. This was going to be one of those days and after eating greasy college food for two weeks her body was conjuring up some potent gas. Samantha pulled herself out of her bed and stood up as she looked outside the window of her dorm into a sun-filled courtyard that had other parts of the dorm complex surrounding it. Rising her right hand up as she stretched she felt a sudden urge to fart some more. PPPPPPfffffffffrrrrrrrbbbbbbbbbbbb!!!! BBBBBBBBrrrrrrrrrrrppppoooooooooottttttt!!!!! BBBBBBllllllllaaappppppppppppppp!!!! BBBBBBBBBBBooooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbttttttttttttttt!!!!!! Four impressive farts left Samantha’s panty-covered behind as she expelled more leftover gas out of her bottom. She was feeling both relieved and scared as she farted her first three farts, several second long egg-smelling blasts that were considerably quieter than her original Morning Thunder, but still loud nonetheless. But it was the fourth fart that picked up the tempo and reminded Samantha of her awesome flatulent power. She looked back and saw Bailey was still lying flat on her own stomach, breathing in what had to be an awful aroma of ghastliness. Samantha felt bad for her, having to breathe this in, the room wasn’t that big and her gas was at an all-time high level at this current moment. Whatever that pizza had done to her it had turned her gas into something sinister. She was having trouble breathing in the fumes on her own, knowing that her brother would die to smell one of these. Fanning the back of her ass she suddenly looked over at the clock, it was 7:30 in the morning, meaning that she had a half an hour to get ready for her 8:00 class. In just a couple of minutes’ time she hoisted up a pair of well-worn white jeans that were having a little trouble reaching around her behind. Still she managed to get them on, while noticing an increased tightness there. She threw her white T-shirt off, which had stunk due to being on her all night long and spotted her blue-colored Superman shirt. Since it was to be another warm day she threw it on, feeling her wobbling breasts move as she quickly pulled the shirt down on her body as she felt the extra load that were her breasts. They had grown a little in the last three years, now D cups that extended out 34 inches around. Samantha stood there at her computer desk, admiring the view of her body as she pressed on her stomach to push out some more gas. PPPPPPPPPPPPPhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhoooooooooooorrrrrrrrrrrrppppppppppppppppttttttttttttttttttttttt!!!!!! “Oooooohhhhhhh! I’m super sorry for that one.” Samantha said leaving as she clinched her fists and blasted out that proud bubbly blast of a fart just as she opened up the door to the hallway. The fart was positioned on Bailey’s side of the room and Samantha didn’t really want to spread it her way, but the room stunk so bad that it didn’t matter anymore. She hoped that Bailey wouldn’t think it was her, but it was kind of hard to notice. Might as well her roommate knew about Samantha’s farting condition now rather than embarrass herself about it later. The fan had been turned off which allowed the rotten meat stink to hover around the room with no means of dissipating. When Samantha had “the farts” that smell took an eternity to leave. Samantha located her backpack and put in the textbooks she needed for her classes that morning. She so wanted to leave the scene of her aromic crime as the smell of her gas was getting to her, this was a fouler smell than she was typically used to, even in Morning Thunder events on one of “those days.” Bailey had woken up to the loud booming fart sounds and the repulsive smell. She didn’t leave the covers yet though as she had first thought it was a dream, but she stirred very slowly to not let Samantha know that she was up yet. Still, the smell grabbed her curiosity, she peeked her eyes out as she saw Samantha walk toward the door, ready to leave the school for good. Just as Samantha was about to open up the door and leave into the hallway she stopped. Her jean-conformed ass bulged up slightly and what happened next impressed both girls. PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppphhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooottttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt!!!!!! And with a long and painful sounding grunt, she began opening up her asshole from within her underwear and let one rip. She knew that she was building up something fierce, something large and something gigantic but Samantha had NO idea that she was going to unleash this. The spectacle-wearing girl was looking in the mirror as she exploded with a powerful fart that was greater than anything she had done so far that day. Out from the seat of her pants, a colossal fart emerged from between her vast butt canyon and tight underwear and pants. The fart was immense, no it was ginormous! The fart was of proportions that few in that school had ever heard before. It was large even for her standards and that was saying something. It went on for 40 seconds as her arms became stiff from her leaning forward toward the dresser. The dorm was being blasted with the sound of a thick and juicy bubbly fart, rumbling out of Samantha’s ass with an impressive bass. It was the kind of sound that would turn her brother on in an instant. She knew that he would be on his knees sniffing her ass as she exploded her powerfully large and loud release of gut wind. The look on Samantha’s face was initially one of relief, but it was soon the smell that was making her a little scared about the severity of her gas episode today. The aroma of Samantha’s flatulence was increasing and unhealthy amounts of hydrogen sulfide farts had been magnified by great leaps and bounds just by eating everything in the past two weeks. Her entire colon felt like it was being cleanses of all the small particles of crap and gas that was still within her. About 15 seconds through the fart, her nose was starting to breathe in the ungodly amounts of methane, hydrogen-sulfide scented gas. Until today Samantha had seen bathrooms as a refuge to release the small amounts of gas she’d fart out on a daily basis, bathrooms in her dorms were even fine for her to release some gas, but this was a much different variety of fart. She was exploding; she was having a case of “the farts.” For the moment Samantha felt good. She knew that this was probably going to be the best place to be blasting out her compliment of farts today. Still, she felt her heart thump around as she quickly looked around to see that Bailey was still asleep. As far as she knew she was. With a few more available seconds before she really had to get going Samantha decided to let the rest of her pent up gas out. PPPPPPPPPPPaaarrrrrrrrrpppppppppp!!!!! FFfffffffaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrpppttttttttt!!!!! FFFFFFaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrppppppttttttttt!!!!! BBBBBlloooooooooopppprrrrrrrrrrtttttt!!!! PPPPPbbbbbbbbbbrrrrrrrrooooooooooooppppppppppptttttttttttttttt!!!!!! Samantha couldn’t think much as she was still a bubbling caldron of gas. She farted five times in a row, exercising her usual skill at farting over and over again. On most days she farted as normal as any other lady in the world, but this was a day she was having THE FARTS, she was breaking records today. And even if her farts were more on the normal size this time around the smell of each outburst was as sickly as that of her giant bomb previously. The farts had caused her to bit her lip as the smell was now too much for her. And once those two fiber bars were in her system she was going to become armed and dangerous! Samantha was going to have SUPER farts that day and clearly the rest of the university was not prepared for that. She could taste the fart, the spices and the beans and onions were ripe in the air. There was a foul stench of sulfur and brimstone that also smelled of her pure and rotten shit. She started coughing as she fanned the air behind her and left the dorm. Quiet again in Room 427, Bailey Richards, threw the covers back off her body and got up off her bed, now feeling and breathing in the richest flatulent aroma ever produced. But Samantha was now gone from the room and Bailey saw this as a golden opportunity to breathe in the fumes of Samantha’s gassiness. The air in that room reeked to a level that it likely had never reeked before in its many years of occupancy by college students. Bailey walked over toward Samantha’s bed, cautious as she did not want to trip her roommate that she was smelling around her bed. Every emotion and feeling was new all of the sudden but Bailey, for some unexplainable reason, was committed to trying it out, using her nose to sniff out the raunchy aroma around her. But she stood there, with her face hovering around the ground zero location of Samantha’s fart and she began taking in deep breaths. Bailey was unsure what to do about her current situation, the smell of Samantha’s farts were leaving a powerful impact on her. A biochemical process was beginning inside her brain, already awashed with different emotions from her own personal issues. Seeing new guys in college, trying to survive courses and keeping up with a messy, smelly and nerdy roommate, Bailey had enough on her plate. But for once, amidst the warm eggy air filling up her room she felt that moment of epiphany. There was something about that odor, something that caused her to think about it, again and again and again. It was so strong, so stinky and so rich. She sniffed the air around her; there was something about it….something. Bailey was an unknown amongst those around her. Just like Samantha she was being thrusted into this new environment that was college. With her simple mop-shaped brown hair and a white tank top and pink pajamas she stood there in the stink-filled dorm room. Samantha’s farting was incredible, the aroma was as vile and toxic as anything Bailey had ever encountered. Samantha’s farts had an infectious quality, which made her feel violated in their excruciating presence. They made her hair feel oily. They permeated her skin. They scalded her eyes. They assaulted her mouth and nose. Like a cat with its tail on fire, they scorched their way down her throat and into her lungs, where they underwent gas exchange in her alveolus, and thereby infiltrated her bloodstream. They were the kind of farts that would make anyone want to go home, vomit, burn their clothes and take a long shower. She was literally nauseated. Her eyes were literally watering. And in the room there was no hiding from Samantha’s ass. And yet, she began to love it. She felt warmth, literal and figurative. The smell of Samantha’s morning gas may have rendered her susceptible to the worst assault on her senses in the 18 years of her life, but they also preyed into her mind, telling her that there was something great about it. The more she stood there, the more she embraced the awe-impressive coverage of her gas. Minute after minute passed and Bailey sat there on her bed, motionless as she inhaled every vapor of flatus that was still hovering around. With no fan blowing, no window open or door lodged open there was nowhere for the gas to go, except into Bailey’s lungs. And with each passing breathful she felt something strange and wonderful. Little did she know that she wasn’t the first to feel this feeling. Samantha’s farts had a unique effect on certain people, only those who were willing to love its beauty and power. This nerdy girl living in the same room as her this year, Bailey had the unique opportunity to something incredible, something rich and rewarding and something that would change her life forever. But first she needed a shower; she couldn’t walk around smelling like Samantha’s farts all day after all. She gathered her shampoo and soap and change of clothes for the day she stood there at the door, smelling in Samantha’s gas one more time. It was another typical Friday at Michigan State University and today Samantha Fernely was going to have “the farts!” |
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