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Big Ol Gassy Gil (SSBBW GILF FART STORY)
🕑 Added 2024-01-24 00:38:56 +0000 UTCBig Ol Gassy Gil (SSBBW GILF FART STORY)
Special Thanks to the commissioner! This one here was very enjoyable to write! I’m sure you will too! XD
Enjoy!!
BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARF!!!
The tired Bedroom windows rattled having had the job of concealing another gassy night from none other than:
Gil, a kind hearted soul, graceful in her retirement from her preschool education career. Italian and Greek descent. Short light brown hair, hazel eyes that combined with a full dimpled smile with pearly teeth. The type of beauty that was lifelong, in her character and looks shone happiness into a vast majority of eyes that see her. Arousing many with a mere wink. Having won various prizes and awards for her work with kids. No one ever knew her secret… if the kids were ever misbehaving or not trying their best in class. She would simply eat a big lunch. Stuff herself creating a gassy concoction in her vulnerable gut. After lunch the kids would have to endure her gassy punishment. Filling the classroom with almost toxic fumes, the air would get hot and mirky the kids would have to sit there and suffer for hours!
Of course this wasn’t purposefully discovered. Just at times Couldn’t resist leaking a silent poot every now and again. Gil always knew she had really bad gas. There are only so many times you can set off a school fire alarm after using the bathroom. The school cleaners dreaded Mexican Mondays. From thanksgiving to Christmas the school cleaners suffered the most. Gil’s emergency dumps created folklore around town. Let alone just the school. Kids used to tell stories of a sewer monster, running in fear seeing the sewage pipes struggling. Surely their favourite teacher Mrs Gil, the super kind hearted and friendly giant of a woman couldn’t be the reason behind it all. In all those years not a single soul suspected her. Gil figured out when she ate a big juicy lunch or breakfast the kids were always better behaved, doing whatever they could to get her to open a window or something. Even the mere mention of lunch or the slightest glimpse of her TOOL BOX SIZED lunch box would have the kids on their best behaviour. The woman created a legacy of high achieving students!!
Most of the time she just overeats out of stress relief. Decades upon decades of chomping on endless homemade baking products. Always enjoyed making her own cheeses from local farms. Super thick and heavy dough texture. Wholesome and warm too. You could say it was the perfect metaphor for her body and personality.
Living off her own cooking for over 25 years there was no surprise her body grew to its astonishing proportions.
With hips and her butt far over 126 inches she often found herself apologising for her damages. Being the sweet soul that she is, no one ever really got mad at her. Especially if she bestows one of her legendary bakery items she usually had not too far away from her.
On this current day she found herself happily retired.
Sighing in relief as she sat up on her bed. Rubbing her belly that hung halfway over her thighs, she tried to calm it down from its overnight rampage of-
BLOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUURRRRFFFF!!!
Blushing to herself. Looking at the scorch marks on the wall next to her bed. Playing off the fact that the paint has started to peel off, from months of her torrid gas.
Standing up from her bed. The war torn bed frame and mattress didn’t even bounce back after she got up.
Humming to herself as she opened her blinds to welcome the new day. Waving at the neighbours as they HEARD she was awake and made the bolt for their jobs and school runs.
Gil always waved them off feeling like she inspired them to do their best in life.
Opening her windows, as she wiped the ‘weird green condensation off’ (That was her gas marking the windows. IT WAS THAT DENSE).
Getting cleaned up, she needed fresh laundry. Each piece of underwear hung in the morning breeze, like she was picking todays torture victim. Going with the new super comfortable pair, which SHOULD fit over her butt…
In only a few steps it was sucked deep into her soft beefy cheeks. No chance on earth the innocent pair of white undies were going to survive such a day with her… they were already stretched beyond repair. The stitches could be heard ripping, metaphorically begging for mercy.
All they got were a few leaked farts. Smiling to herself as she jiggled back into the house. Today was the day of her hospital appointment with Dr Stem.
Throwing on a large loose fitting dress. Her somewhat ssbbw pear-shaped body was extremely hard to dress humbly for but the dress fit her fine. Apart from the obvious, she left many guessing about her shape. Unlike many other women her age, her boobs seemed to remain full and somewhat plump. She thinks it’s down to the years of eating dairy, maybe her boobs were filled with milk or dough residue.
Preparing to leave she couldn’t help but grab the large portion of cheesy bread rolls. Saying she’ll cut down on cheesy things was a broken record she kept promising those close to her… as she poured herself a double thick cream espresso coffee.
Sliding her tiny feet into her croc sandals. A quick comb oh her light brown hair. Glasses on a thread on her bosom. A spray of perfume and off she went to the doctor’s appointment.
She loves petting the neighbour's dog, it ran out to greet her.. when it saw what she was eating.. it ran back in the house yelping.
Walking at her pace she missed the first bus. So she decided to grab a snack, a little burrito from the snazzy new kafe in town.
“Kurxa, Kafe? Quite a snazzy name you guys have huh?”
Ordering nothing more than an apple pie
In the large stack of orders. Rushed by the pressures of being on time to her appointment she hastily grabbed an order when prompted. Without her glasses she practically grabbed anything at random.
The bag caused strain on her arm! It was so full. Rushing back for the bus she thought she might as well eat it all to make the load lighter! Kurxa Big-Bagels filled with buttermilk cheese, creamy jam filled doughnuts, pancakes as beefy as burgers drizzled with syrup and lard butter.
Blushing bright red at the sloshing sounds her belly made as she waddled. She loved food, and loved being stuffed even more.
Gil had not the slightest clue what was brewing in her gut.
Waiting on the bus no one offered her a seat. Modern society has far less moral fibre as when she was young. Her legs were so weary from walking so much but she stood, not wanting to cause trouble.
PsssssssssssaBlrrt!
Gil slipped a tiny silent poot. The wind carried it over towards the bus stop, causing revolt. She smirked innocently watching them bask in her thick green cloud of gas. So dense the air of the incoming bus didn’t even blow it away.
Squashing her huge fat rump through the bus door. Gil prayed there was seat for her… ‘correction’ she prayed there were THREE seats for her
There were two seats and a downtrodden guy who looked down on his luck.
“Hey Mister, are these seats free”
The guy nodded.
Gil sat softly next to him but literally had an entire ass cheek hanging off the seat.
“Sorry to bother you, do you mind if I scoot up?”
The guy nodded.
BOING
BOONG!!
SQUELCH!!
As the bus turned she flung and butt dropped on the guys lap.
“GOODNESS GRACIOUS!! I’M SORRY!! IS.. IS YOUR LEG BROKEN?!”
Luckily the man was fine. Just had his lap crushed under her thigh meat. He insisted it was okay and paid no mind. After a few stops the two were talking. The poor guy was in a dying marriage and his wife was entertaining multiple other men. Threatening to ruin his life.
“Goodness.. that sure is a rotten apple there son.. syphoning money into her nail salon company… people these days… well I say stick at it son. Fate favours those who don’t give up”
Gil instinctively reached out and began stroking his hair. With boobs bigger than his head and him being 5ft 7. He was overwhelmed with true affection and care a man longs for. She even gave him one the best homemade cheese filled rolls he has ever tasted. Poor guy could have cried in happiness.
Arriving at a popular stop many people needed more space as she blocked most of the middle lane.
Without warning she scooted and plopped once more claiming his ENTIRE seat. He could feel the curvature of her butt cheek. No bony prominence, just rubbery dough like blubber that stood tall up to his neck.
Most of the weight was on the other side, so the man just had supple flesh bouncing and jiggling over his lap. He couldn’t believe what was happening.
After a few more stops. She turned to the guy-
“Well dear… I hope that she-devil gets what’s coming to her. Again apologies for squashing you son… I love to bake you see, and it all goes back there.. keep your head up ok”
Something about how she respectfully spoke down to him like a young boy. The man found her extremely uplifting and damn near sexy. The friendly head rubs send memories to his childhood with her soft warm loving hands.
Gil got off the bus and saw a stunning bbw. 250-350 lbs. Looked exactly like what the man was looking for in a woman. Smirking…
She whispered in the girl’s ear to go and talk to the guy she was sitting with. Also about his really great qualities.
Standing and waiting to see her good deed
The girl sat on his rock hard swelling, placed an arm behind his neck. Like a gift from god. He looked around for where such a thing could come from.. hitting it off immediately with the girl
The last glimpse of Gil he got was her big jiggly butt bouncing around the corner.
“Hey uhh… do you like cheese rolls?”
The girl on his lap replies
“I looooove cheese rolls, I bake them! Maybe I can bake for you sometime. I’m pretty sure they all go to my butt though”
The bus drove off into the distance…
Smiling to herself as she walked along suddenly
GOOORRRRRUGLE
RRRRRUOOOMBLEOPLE
Something was wrong!!
Her stomach not only gurgled but it felt hard as a rock. Then she realised. Her stomach never gurgled this bad. Literally moving around on its own!
BRRRRFT
FRRRRRRT
BWAAAARFFF
Her poor tight white panties… gave up. Her hurrying made her ass jiggle out of control, combined with her leaking super hot and swampy emergency farts. The undies were swallowed up with ease. Barely resembling a thong. A brown damp with ass sweat thong
Walking as fast as she could. Entering a busy nail salon. The nail salon was full of young instagram-obsessed girls.
“Hey ladies may I use your bathroom”
“Sure it’s in the back”
They were laughing at how she had to stuff her way past the tiny door. She almost tore the door off the hinge. The mirror made her look like she was pregnant with 3 kids. 3 BIG KIDS!
The innocent toilet bowl didn’t know what was coming. Only used to girls who weigh 90 lbs and eat an avocado a day.
JAPLOOOOOOONK!!!
The entire shop felt tremors hearing Gil plop her bare ass on what was about to be her next porcelain victim. They looked around at each-other , almost worried about their tiny toilet. Suddenly Gil became the primary focus, they all were listening closely to what was going on-
Gil was moaning in agony until
BLOOORCH!!
The entire room heard the impact. They were second guessing what on earth could be that heavy in the bathroom. Gil was sweating… it ALONE almost didn’t flush.
Silence fell for the best part of 2 minutes before
BLOAOOAOOOOOOOOOAOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRTRTTTTTT
After farting up a storm in their unsuspecting bathroom. Gil unleashed a barrage of missile sized turds. Each impact is heavier and louder than the next. THE ROOM WAS SHAKING!! The victim toilet was heard rattling, Never have I seen anything like this before.
She grabbed her cheeks after every flush. Sweating buckets, hoping that she didn’t cause any damage to the shop or the sitting duck toilet she sat on. Clogging toilets was a usual basis for her when she worked at the school.
Dense dark green smog caused panic in the shop. The women were horrified-
BANG BANG BANG!
“Hey Granny!! Errr (Coughs and gags) ughhh holy shit!! (TAKES DESPERATE BREATH) OH MY GOD LADY!! ENOUGH!! PLEASEEE!!”
“Oh gracious, oh gracious, god no god no god no no no no no no… IT WAS THAT SNAZZY SHOP?!”
There was one final round. Only Gil knew it was coming. She wanted to warn the girls. Burning with guilt over causing yet another bathroom casualty.
“Ermm Ladies! If you can hear me… ugh… you might want to… wait outside for a second”
She couldn’t hold it any longer.
She lit. The place. Up.
BWWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEUUEUEUEUUEUEUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRFFFFFFF
The owners of the nail salon watch their beloved business go up in flames! Horrendous gas flew out the busted windows like a blazing fire. The entire street came to a pause.
Gil on the other hand walked out with a skip in her step. Her gut was finally at peace. Sloshing with freedom once again in her loose fitting dress.
On her way out, the tall nail salon stand fell and smacked on the butt. Blushing. She didn’t feel the cash register go firing deep between her cheeks. The only proof was the atomic wedgie she had as she stepped outside.
Blushing in crippling embarrassment and guilt the owner pulled her to the side. Around the back of the store. Yelling at her in an angry rant.
Gil: “My dearest apologies dear. I can write you a check. I can come and work here. Please don’t be angry, accidents do happen… “
Owner: “UGHH!! you even bent my sewage pipes!! They’re gonna break, it’s still shaking!!
By hey Grandma it's okay. My husband is a tool, he will pay for all the damages ahaha.
Gil: … I beg your pardon
Owner: Yeah poor sucker. I’m divorcing him for half of his money. Can’t wait to sell the house his momma gave him.
Gil asked the owner to describe the poor guy and INDEED! IT WAS THE SAME MAN FROM THE BUS SHE SAT NEXT TO!
Gil wanted to ball up into tears at the damages she had done, knowing that the poor guy will have to pay . There was something of a butt print in the wall staring back at her through the bathroom wall.
The owner began manually using a plunger to assist the sewage clog. She didn’t know how dense the sewage backup was in the slightest.
Gil heard an ice cream van, wandered off to get some ice cream. She didn’t pay attention to the ‘K’ branding on the side of the ice cream van. She was super happy getting two mega sized jelly doughnuts, and an ice cream the size of a traffic cone. As she began stress eating from the situation.
(In the meantime. The shop owner. Had gotten her hair stuck in the dense sewage. Entrapped. She was no match for such a thick heavy substance… The firefighters fixed the sewage problem on the other side of the street. Sewage came rushing through and sucked the owner in!! With shocking power! There was a strong chance the sinister woman would never been seen again under all that)
Gil got back. Only finding the keys to the shop and a credit card on the floor. Looking around. She promised she’d return the stuff later, but for now she had to get to her doctor's appointment. Looking at her watch gave her a jolt of panic. Jiggling off down the path.
FINALLY!
Arriving at the doctor's inpatients. Thankfully it was empty on this day. As she needed at least three seats. Her butt even hung over the sides AND back of the unlucky group of chairs. Sitting there stress eating the rest of the doughnuts and ice cream.
Having such an eventful day. Her eyes became a bit heavy and she began to doze off. Unfortunately for the chairs this meant her full weight was now off her feet.
In Gil’s church ceremonies. She would often dozes off, leaving her gut to-
PSSSSSSSrrrrrrrRRRRRFLOAAAAAARFFF
Leak diabolical gas in the surrounding space. The healthy sunflowers.. died turning brown. The television news shows went haywire sparking out.
There was a homeless man not too far from the entrance. He was blamed for such a rancid smell. No one ever suspected Gil, a well kept pleasant attractive GILF. Surely not her.
“Gil! The doctor will see you now”
Gill woke up from the announcement. Popped up from the doomed seats… they were moulded to her round ass. Bent to accommodate her bigger-than-beach-ball ass cheeks. The middle seat was scorched from her gas. She left a sweaty butt crack line halfway up the wall.
Walking to the room with the doctor. She became really nervous. Looking around there was not a single chair that could accommodate her girth.
“Oh please sit here”
SQUELCH!!!
R-R-RRRRRrrrrrr
Gil plopped on the medical bed making it groan in pain under her.
The Doctor took all the necessary health checks. Despite Gil’s size… she was in very good health. Possibly the benefit of living a complete stress free life in her retirement.
The Dr fondled her red raw CHUBBY feet. They were super shapely and arched feet. The kind of Dr seemed to not want to be put down. Making him question how on earth could a retired woman have the soft and tender feet of an over-pampered queen.
Making her stand up. He had to help her off the bed. Getting a face of heavy warm bosom. Bouncing over his head.
Dr: Do you have any aches or Pains
Gil: Well my lower back does ache sometimes I don’t know why
The Doctor found out why as she walked behind her. Gulping his excitement. Her butt was huge. Prodding, lifting and jiggling.. examining.
Dr: Is this? Do you-
Gil: Years of Baking my dear. That’s all love and dough packed up in there hehe. My baking doesn’t go anywhere else on my body!
The Dr struggled to even lift ONE cheek. Gil was right about that being doughy
Next he intended to weigh her. As Gil stepped on the scales they screeched in pain. The plastic fatally creaked. The Dr had weighed hundreds of people, he had never heard them cry for help like this!
Gil: Last time I was 630lb and that was-
Dr: Well Mrs Gil ahhh… (The Scales were spazzing out! Flickering over the 700 lb max limit of the scales) … Ahem! Ok never-mind. Well do you have anything to highlight
Gil: Yes Doc, My gas it’s worse
(The doctor stiffened up. Standing directly behind her)
Dr: please expand
Gil: Sure I’ve been Gassy since my twenties but now… if you feel my stomach here (Dr felt her belly) See?! Rock solid right?
Dr: holy c-ahem! Ms Gil this could be a chronic buildup of gas in your gut. Do you find yourself holding in your wind?
Gil: Well yes dear, my gas is really quite awful.
Dr: This may be the cause of your troubles. There is on way to relieve this problem-
Gil: To let it out?!
Dr: No wa-
FLOAAAAAAUAUAUAUAUQUAUAUAUAIAIAIAIAIAIAIAIAIAIAIAUAUAUUUUURRFFFFFF
Gil released a bomb in the Dr’s office. The entire building heard it. The room was a misty haze filled. Gil didn’t know she just violated his face with a strong raunchy fart. Poor guy’s eyes were burning.
“See? They are real- OH GOSH I'M SO SORRY Did I fart on your face? Goodness your eyes are watering, are you ok?”
The Dr Was dazed. Gil’s gas was potent. She splashed water over his face in panic
Dr: “I-I’m ok. I’ll just open the window. You may need a gut examination. Is a home visit ok for you?
Gil: “Of course Dear, I’ll make my ‘legendary’ pizza. I’ll make 8, so you can have one hehe”
Dr: “On your file it says you’re- (Gil pulled a really sad puppy dog eyes face, she really loved her cheese and milk) - I’m sure you’ll be fine
Gil: “Thanks doc”
Dr: And Mrs Gil. You must learn to release your gas more. You need to release the tension in your Bi-ahh in your gut
Gil: … Ok Doc, But what if… what if they’re big ones
The doctor gave her a firm look as if to gesture ‘YES’
Gil left the doctor’s office feeling somewhat encouraged about her good health despite her gargantuan size
Walking outside, her big heavy bloated belly was sloshing around in her hands. She could feel a MEAN one brewing. Her anus was armed and puckered.
She didn’t realise her ass bounced over the ventilation system for the Dr’s office. Her butt engulfed the vent, as she was standing next to the road to cross.
The Dr could only watch on through his window. He knew his fate. The vent from outside was right next to his face on the wall inside the office. HE COULD HEAR HER LOUD STOMACH GURGLING!
There was a traffic Jam. Meaning even if she wanted to cross the street. She couldn’t. Definitely couldn’t fit in the tiny gaps.
She began to sweat. Nervous! Looking around to see if the coast was clear!!
The Dr Tried to close the vent!
Futile.
BLOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAATRRRRRRRRRrRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrroooooooggggaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrffffffffffffffff
Gil sighed, sinking her shoulders in pure relief. She loved the feeling of her belly bloat shrinking in her hands. Becoming softer and mushy. She heard gagging and coughing and turned around. Only a wall of closed curtains stared back at her. Poor doctor took the pent up blast straight down his throat! His room was fumigated with her foul emissions. Even the unlucky venting system rattled in pain, suffering having to take her fart.
Her doomed undies suffered more than just gas. Probably never be able to use them again after that day.
As Gil managed to cross the street the fire alarm rang off in the hospital. She had no clue her dense gas had infiltrated the entire ventilation system. She was more focused on how her uncontrollable constant farting in each step she took. Her gas was bad. Screams in the distance were genuinely from horror from her wretched emissions. Gil held deep gut gas for weeks at a time. The type of gas she loved releasing in class when she had a naughty class. Her toes twinkled in her crocs in pleasure.
While she was in town. Gil thought why not go and inquire about the book club. The one she sees in the paper all the time. Being retired these things were free. A delightful mix of people welcomed her in the room, despite her needing help squeezing her huge butt and thighs through the door.
Gil gulped. When she saw they were sitting on-
“Yep! Just pull up a bean bag and join us Gil”
The bean bag was barely half a metre wide. HER THIGHS were wider than the thing for goodness sake.
…
Shrugging her shoulders she chose the out of luck purple one. Dragging it across the room to its soon demise. The purple bean bag… didn’t stand a chance. Gil was MOST CERTAINLY over the weight limit of the poor thing. Each butt cheek shadow showed the class even 5 more cushions would still be swallowed whole under her. She sat anyway.
SQUELCH!!!
Sitting with a meaty plop. The class all looked worried about the poor purple bean bag. It disappeared under her.
Gil apologised. Her thunder thigh and butter filled hips flipped and bounced over the laps of the younger women beside her
“Ughh my goodness! I’m-So-Sorry-I-thought-that-I-c-“
“Gil, it's okay. You’re really soft”
“Haha yeah and warm too, can we snuggle with you”
Gil’s natural warmth with younger people caused the two girls to get closer to her. One leant up against her thigh and belly. The other lay completely on her other thigh like a lounge chair.
Gil blushed. Offered to read aloud. Her experienced confident reading voice brought the class to life. The characters and the plot. Everything. They clapped her reading like it was a performance of some-sort.
Everyone begged for an encore. Passing her the bag of snacks the girls instinctively began feeding her. Chocolates, thick double cream cookies, gherkins, MORE CHOCOLATE. To the point they were feeding her entire blocks of chocolate.
Having cut down from sugar many years ago, her toes were curled as she sat there enjoying being fed while reading. Pepperoni sausages, Jumbo hot dogs, beef jerky slabs. They seemed to have quite a lot of food to offer.
(However. Most of the candies were months past their expiration date. Not having eaten candy and chocolate for years Gil didn’t realise. But her gut did)
Gil gut began kicking up a muck.
!!
The girls stuffed the remains of the cream cookies in her mouth. Taken by surprise… she just swallowed everything. Looking down at her gut she knew she had to get out of there AND QUICK!! She was too kind to stop everyone’s fun
Luckily the reading group ended and everyone left promptly. Almost begging her to sign up.
Struggling to get off the suffering bean bag chair.
“Excuse me dear, Can you uh (Blushing) give me a hand please”
The founder of the reading group was in his mid twenties. Spectacle wearing humble soul. He already was infatuated by Gil from across the room… he couldn’t leave her Sexy GILF presence in need of help
Walking over he looked down at Gil.
!!!?
He was stunned. Was it seeing her helpless beautiful face up close? Was it how her butt cheek spread out almost 2 metres wide? Was it her soft cleavage swallowing his knees?
Who knows?
His hands sunk into her clammy grasp. Being quite a short man. Each attempt made her bosom bounce over his legs.
The man leant back! Pulling with all his might! Gil was shocked!! She began to lift off the floor!! … “almost there son up! Keep-“
SLIP!
JAPLOOOOOOOOOOORCH-BLAAAAARFFF
Gil slipped and butt crushed the bean bag chair. As she hit the floor she farted! Blasting the guts of the bean bag chair across the room.
The man’s member fired to rock solid in his pants seeing her huge jiggly butt cheeks bounce around in her butt cheeks after murdering one of his bean bag chairs.
Gil was so embarrassed. Her fart quickly filled the room as the books began to fall from her heavy impact. Dozens of books fell just because of her.
“Holy cow! Are you alright??”
“Darn it. I’m sorry. Did I break something? Years of baking you see, (patting her butt) she’s got a mind of her own. I’m so sorry dear. I’m probably too big for the little thing ”
The man didn’t see much of the bean bag innards over the floor. He thought he could rescue it before-
FAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUURRRRRFFFFFFFFF!!!
Gil unleashed a fart. Hot and eggy like volcanic emissions. The little bean bag chair couldn’t handle both her weight AND the fart, she busted it COMPLETELY!
The man’s jaw dropped as he heard a wet fart. Never heard such a wet fart before up close. His cock twitched in his pants as the gassy l cloud filled the room, except this time. The stench was horrendous.
Running out of air to breathe he found desperate strength to pull her up to her feet.
Wrestling the bean bag corpse from deep betwixt her butt cheeks. Walking over to put it in the trash. He gazed down at the poor thing.
A huge line where her ass cheeks released an acid like shart. If the bean bag could talk it would have told stories about her leaking silent farts into it this entire time. Having to suffer In silence as it soaked up everything.
The man’s heart raced. Dropping it into the trash. He heard a sludgy squelch as it bit the bottom of the trash can.
Walking back, he saw she had bent the wooden floor where she sat. Choosing to say nothing as she tidied up the room in no time.
The two excited and locked up the place before leaving. Trapping her fart inside to fester for another day.
Walking behind Gil, an ass and thighs wide enough to bounce off the walls filled his view.
“I’m Ches, I didn’t ask your name”
“Nice to meet you Chesington. Call me Gil”
Ches blushed. Only his mom calls him Chesington. Only when angry with him too.
“Hahah, Yeah That’s m-MMMMMFF”
CRAAAAAAMCH!!! - BOUING!!
The exit doorway halted Gil in her tracks, her thunder thighs and hippo hips. Ches got a mouthful of ass mid-sentence. Rebounding off her ass like a bounce house and landing on his back.
Gil was stuck in the doorway. AGAIN.
Ches needed to lock the doors behind them. Gil wanted him to push her. His small arms couldn’t reach around even HALF the length of her ass.
Gil thought of a plan. She was going to reach back to slam the door behind her, thus pushing her through.
Ches didn’t have much choice. She blocked the entire doorway.
Gil reached back grabbing the door handle and-
SPLORCH!
SQUELCH!
Tried to slam the door. Her butt just bounced back both times. She wasn’t strong enough…. And was getting tired and sweaty.
Ches was being slammed face first into her behind. Gil didn’t realise how short he actually was.
KUBWOOOOOOOOOELCH!!!
!!!
The door was able to thrust her hips through. Blubbery flesh happily escaped to the outer side. The funny thing was.. the door had closed tight.
… yet she was STILL STUCK!
Now it was just her gelatine packed rump still keeping her stuck. She tried to walk or bounce or pull… every time she was sent backwards squashing Ches’ face up against the door.
As if things couldn’t get worse Gil’s stomach began roaring. She needed to fart. Or risk stomach cramps
“Oh dear!!! I’ll try and hold it dear!! Don’t worry”
Little did she know she was letting loose silent murderous gas into Ches’ face the entire time. His cock was twitching. He couldn’t breathe. Purely overwhelmed. He just swallowed everything hiding his gag reflex.
Luckily in under 15 seconds a bunch of strong men came and rescued Gil. Pulling her out as she dented to the doorway.
Swelling into a bright red mess of angst. Waving off the kind men. She pulled Ches from between her butt.
Gil was wailing up with tears
“My gosh no, don’t cry Gil. Accidents happen ok”
Poor Gil was shaking in guilt. Softly Pulling Ches into a hug, wiping her ass sweat off his face. She didn’t stop apologising.
“I can bring my baked goods to your book club! I feel so bad”
“That would be nice, are you hungry?”
Ches ended up taking Gil to his favourite Italian buffet around the corner.
SQUELCH!!
KO-PLORCH!!
SPLARCH!!
BWOORCH!!
Checking before she sat. Gil pushed the innocent FAMILY booth to its limits squeezing her big round body into the seat for three.
Sitting opposite from such a large woman meant he was crushed by the table.
“Are you ok dear? Do you need more space?”
“Aha! I’m fine”
Gil absolutely ADORED the food. Ches really enjoyed his time with her, so did she laughing and giggling. Barely taking any notice of how she tore through the best part of 13 rounds. Finishing with eating entire blocks of cheese, loving the thick cream pie desert. She even took the cheesecake to eat at home.
The chefs wiped their brow with relief seeing her leave.
Ches was in awe. Her belly was HUGE!! Sloshing around for everyone to see AND hear. Her loose fitting dress couldn’t even conceal the giant ball of blubber.
Offering to drive Gil home. His passenger seat took a beating like no other passenger he’s had before. Keeping a straight face he heard her bust through the seats mechanisms.
Stuck in traffic with a 700 lb plus Gilf who released silent farts the entire time. Ches was happy they even made it to her house.
Waving her goodbye. He had to console his deformed passenger seat. The poor thing was bent out of shape and covered in sweat. ESPECIALLY around where her asshole was. Even the scrap heap would turn it away.
Waving off Ches. Gil’s neighbours greeted her. Coming over and hugging her. Enjoying genuine chit chat. The neighbour's dog came running over too!
Until Gil’s belly gurgled. Like a dog growling at the neighbours dog, the neighbours dog ran off yelping. IT KNEW what was coming next.
The neighbours even gave Gil their quiche from lunch a day ago. They know Gil hates wasting food.
She thankfully took it and mindlessly ate it while watching a movie on her couch… of which she dozed off shortly after. Blissfully.
Waking up hours later. She prepared for bed. Washed up. Did her laundry. Tried to unravel the day’s panties, but they were too far gone. Landed in the garbage with a moist landing.
The last thing she enjoyed after every day. Was a late night toilet…MASSACRE.
Gil knew something was up. She was making weird sounds. Unlike anything in a long time.
She took a picture of her toilet and ACCIDENTALLY sent it to Ches. With the caption:
“Poor thing doesn’t stand a chance”
Ches’ heart sunk. He saw her shadow looming over the toilet. Gil was too big for such a small toilet. He was pretty sure if the thing could talk it would beg for its life.
Gil was supposed to send it to her local plumber. Knowing what was about to happen. On a normal day she ate no way near as much and still had to call him out most nights. Tonight the thing was doomed.
She looked down at it. Sparkling clean not a single spec of dirt on or around it. Shining in the glimmer of light from her candles. Gil was rubbing her belly feeling the weight of her gut almost feeling sorry for it… sighing as she slowly turned around. The mere shadow of her ass took up half the wall.
KADGJOOOOOOOOMLCH!!
The poor porcelain bowl was forced to catch her weight. After a long day, she didn’t have any energy left to sit gently. She let her weight go!
The neighbours heard the impact! Like the toilets last cry for help. Closing all their windows and lighting all the incense sticks they could find.
She spread her cheeks and swallowed half the bowl. Even the water tank at the back was submerged.
Gil Grunted. The toilet rattled in fear. She felt something the size of a basketball. Squeezing out… until she relaxed fully and-
BLOAOAAOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAART
PLLLLOOOORTT
POOOOT
BADAAAAARCH
BWOOOOOOOOROCH!!
SBOREECH!!!
SPLAAAAACH!
Gassed propelled monsters were blasted into the innocent bowl. The windows were rattling! The shower curtain blew like a flag of honour.
She let it all go.
20 minutes of constant barrage. Pretty sure she broke the flush function or something. Each turd pretty much filled the bowl. She kept trying to flush. The toilet was unresponsive. The only thing that cleared the bowl was more gas.
The dump earlier that day at the nail salon was big. This one was almost 50 times bigger. After each barrage she sighed in eye twinkle relief. She could hear the sewage system struggling.
Stepping on her scales.
“Holy cow a 200 POUNDER!! Ugh mercy me I need to go lay down. The morning one is going to worse”
She thought to herself while cleaning up. The toilet seat was bent. The toilet bowl had slight cracks in it. Blast marks on the ceiling made her blush. Glad that no one saw this massacre.
Climbing into bed. Her phone was buzzing from messages from Ches. She rolled over and went to bed. BUTT NAKED.
A dreamy deserved sleep.
BRRRRRRRRRRRFRRT!!
“Ahhhhh, well ok Doc, I’ll-“
BLOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOOAAIAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-PYUURLCH!
(Panting)
Brutally Inflating her bedsheets with absolutely vile gas. Surprised she didn’t launch a shart across the room.
Her blankets were a balloon of wretched dairy gases. She found comfort in her horrendously bad gas. Smiling at how bad they really are.
Finally able to rest in satisfying relief. She forgot she left the bedroom window open. The neighbours dog was yelping all night, his poor little nose was suffocating in her lingering gas all night. The neighbours made it sleep outside which only made it worse for the lil guy.
…Around 3am Gil’s stomach began cramping up violently once again. So much she sat up and ‘ran’ to the bathroom…
The wounded toilet. Woken up by her heavy footsteps. The cracked toilet seat shook every footstep she got closer. Gil lifted the toilet lid and it came off!! Like a broken limb that was hanging on by a thread of a ligament or tendon. She smirked at her butt crevice mark on it as she placed it on the floor.
Seeing the state of her toilet. With the cracks and damages from before. Even the flush mechanism was loose!!
“(SIGH)…. Gosh… I’m sorry little guy”
Talking out loud to the toilet bowl. Taking off her stretched undies. The toilet bowl’s last sight was how much Gil’s butt had grown
She wasn’t lying when she said the dairy and baking goods go straight to her ass
KHADWEEELLPPP!!!
Wondering if the toilet bowl had shrunk or something. Shrugged her shoulders and grabbed a crossword puzzle
The end.
This has the potential to be continued… You decide
Thanks to the commissioner once again! This story was very enjoyable to write. I’m open for commissions guys. Don’t be afraid to ask or come forward with ideas for future parts or stories!
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PSSS: MAN, I enjoyed writing this piece 0-0
