Rita the Gigantic Farter
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RITA THE GIGANTIC FARTER By: SellCon2762 The air reeked of bad eggs, skunk muskiness and rotten shit, mixed in with other “smelly” things to produce a wafting aroma of diabolical disgusting stink. The entire bedroom reeked of it, hell most of the upstairs portion of the house reeked of it. I breathed in the smell, the downright murderous aroma as I got up out of my closet, being ever so quiet as I slowly slid open the door to see my master laying there. She was only wearing a pair of black panties along with a red bra, snuggled nicely against the sheets of her bed as she regularly kept the blanket to her side, especially on warm days such as this. And she snored, God did she snore, most people would consider her snoring to be annoying if it weren’t for the SBDs she would cut while sleeping, it wasn’t the sound that got you, it was the smell. But that was her prerogative, she farted whenever the hell she wanted, she was a goddess, one that could produce deadly gas at any moment on any day, and since she had beans last night then that was a certainty. It was amazing just how much beans could cause devastation and mayhem for anyone around Rita when she passed gas. Luckily, her gas during the night was only near death in terms of its aroma, but that was soon about to change. She slept there dreaming of the day that her gas could kill everyone, she wanted it, she wanted to flex her muscles and show the world just how bad her farts really were. She wasn’t just a bad farter, she was a deadly farter, capable of ending life if the right dosage of putrid stinkiness. Entering a coma after smelling one of her bean farts was what happened when you were lucky, when you weren’t the grim reaper was coming for you. Inside her bowels as she got ready to wake up, a deadly stink bomb was bubbling. It was Saturday morning after 9:00 when the day began. I had gotten up and was quietly entering her dresser to pick the likely clothes for the day. I picked up the pair of blue jeans, a size standard for a girl her age and felt the fabric. The pair had been cleaned in the washer and although some of the coloring was faded they looked very much like a pair of deep blue denim jeans. Also I went and pulled out a black T-shirt, she had about six of them, all with a white skull screen pressed on it. It used to be a joke of hers to wear an outfit like that after eating beans, but she began to like it and almost took the clothing pair to signify some sort of power suit for her. When she wore it the power was all within her, she could do whatever she wanted, when she farted people noticed. Department stores, grocery stores, theme parks, parks, stadiums, she had claimed victims in all of them. She could take out an entire section of people at a baseball stadium, knock out a long line of people waiting to ride Diamondback at the theme park and clear a path through a crowded mall with her lethal bean farts. I looked back at the girl, who had just turned 14 years old a few days ago and waited for it to begin. It was all quiet until Rita’s cell phone went off and her alarm started playing. It was a very familiar song and one of her favorites to listen too, Eminem’s “Just Lose It.” I followed the lyrics of the song down word for word as I waited for her own contribution to the song. “Like TP for my bung-hole, and it's cool if you let one go, nobody's gonna know, who'd hear it? Give a little "poot poot," it's ok….” PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR…….. And with that cue, Rita started her Morning Thunder and it nearly shook her house, it was impressive, it was raunchy and it was spectacular. I had to back away as I saw a small mushroom-shaped cloud of green gas erupt out of Rita’s big bottom as she began ripping out this powerful fart. It was also pretty ordinary to the girl releasing the demonic blasts of butt wind. She went on for about two full minutes on the first fart and released another nine in consecutive order with each fart getting slightly weaker in power; her last one only lasted ten seconds. Even if she gets up at 9:00 it’s not until 9:15 or so when she’s ready to get out of bed, all of that pent-up gas would have to go somewhere and after her feast of beans for dinner her gas was going to be ginormous in size. Big rumbling farts of atrocious aromas flowed out of her ass as Rita began the day with some butt thunder for the ages. It had been ten days since she turned 14 and it seemed that each morning her first farts were slightly larger than the day before. Her Morning Thunder was now a spectacle that could be heard from outside the house, Hannah could sometimes hear it coming over to the house, as she was here and Rita could do nothing else but to smile at her powerful farts, no one could compete with her, not now and not ever. tried my best to hold up to the effects of the massive farts as they continued to erupt out of her but I could do nothing but choke up and gag at its profane toxicity of the aroma that came out of her as the gas began to really show its true force. This was a gas poisoning unlike anything that had been conceived up to this stage, in which Rita was demonstrating her very advanced case of flatulence. Her fart was utterly despicable, it was beyond that, this was rotten eggs times infinity, it was mustard gas mixed in with more sulfur than humanely possible, it was the smell that no one had ever conceived before. And it was Rita’s gaseous morning thunder farts and they stunk heavenly! Instead I was knocked out, for about 15 minutes as she opened up the window, ran the fans and took a show, getting herself ready for what was going to be an eventful day. When I got up the stench was rotten like nothing else, but I managed to get up off the floor as she sat there in her panties and bra sitting there waiting for me to dress her. She was looking at her phone as she was getting hold of Hannah to invite her over. Instructing me as always I gave her the black shirt to put on over her growing bust and then grabbed the blue jeans and began to assist in providing the protection the world needed from Rita’s atrocious smelling farts. Rita went through jeans all the time, probably a new pair a week; amazingly her farts rarely did complete damage to them. Most of her farts were SBDs and they decolored the fabric more than anything else. Only her thunderous loud farts would punch holes in the fabric and that probably was usually done away with the fact that those farts were typically only in the morning. The denim jeans she wore were designed to fit tight with its waist at the navel and with wide belt loops and high cut front pockets. Both hugged her buns with a deep cut center seam and did not hide what she was packing in the back. In either case the legs were stovepipe cut, very narrow from the hips and further tapering to the cuffed bottom. Her thighs and calves helped make the jeans more tight as they were a size too small, not that it bothered her any, anyone stupid enough to be caught looking at her ass would likely be out for an hour as a punishment. It was Saturday morning and her parents were out of town for all weekend. The actually took weekend trips rather often for their own reasons. Though usually it was to avoid having to smell Rita all the time. While her parents did, at least to my eyes, genuinely love her, they were quick to show that they were disgusted with what Rita was capable of doing. Her gas had to be kept in her bedroom most of the time and it was very rarely that her parents would enter less they risk falling into a state of unconscioness for a few hours. You had to time your day around the fact that you could pass out at any time due to smelling one of Rita’s farts, and these were her non- bean farts we were talking about. It was a little annoying that each person in that household had to work around their schedules so that they would not be in contact with her when she was gassy. I would find myself working on something just to suddenly be knocked out, and then expected to finish my task when I got up. Everyone had gotten used to fainting so much that we had our technique on how to faint down pat. With Rita’s sisters out at college Rita had the house to herself, well along with me anyway and that meant she was going to eat some beans for dinner.