Steph broke off the deep, wet kiss with a wet, “pop” sound, smiling at Jenny, sniffing deeply at the cloud of gas that surrounded the two 13 foot, fart-giants. “So,” she started, “it's like a “for real” wishing well?” she asked, grinning wide as she dug into her now comparatively tiny purse for change.
Before Jenny could even answer, Stephanie threw several coins down the well, and said, “Well, -I- wish Jenny and I were world famous, ultra-sleazy porn stars, and super-rich. With, like a huge mansion and everything...”
The pair blinked as reality re-shuffled itself, and Jen and Stephanie suddenly found themselves waist deep in a swimming pool—a swimming pool filled with chocolate pudding and whipped cream.
“Is this...?” Jenny asked, dipping her hands into the thick chocolate, only to be inerrupted by a deafening, trumpetting fart from her nubian best friend—pudding and cream spraying everywhere behind her huge fat, black ass.
“Looks like it!” Stephanie giggled, her stink wafting up around the pool room, filling with thick ass-reek.
“Nice one, Steph!” Jenny exclaimed, laughing before noticing that their surroundings weren't the only things that were changeed by her friend's wish. “My nipples are, like, pierced, now...” she fondled her outrageous breasts, noting the gaudy, golden barbell like nipple-studs she now sported. “You too!”
Stephanie's nipples were skewered by silver, horseshoe-like piercings. Their navels were also now pierced, as were their tongues, and noses.
“My lips feel bigger! Yours are, like, -huge-, now, too!”
“We must have gotten collagen injections! Super porn-sluts, now, y'know....”
The two soon exited the pudding-swimming pool, occasionally farting as they lumbered their 12 foot, nearly one-ton forms into their “new” living room, moaning after particularly violent butt-blasts—their gas had become so voluminous, and their bottoms and thighs so thick and fleshy, that it was nearly enough to drive them to orgasm.
“Fuck,” Jenny moaned, eyes closed in a lusty grin, “Who needs vibrators when you're THIS big and gassy?”
“Apparently, WE do!” Steph replied, noting the collection of massive dildoes and sex toys that stocked the room's “book” shelves. She took up one of them, a pink, gallon-milk-jug thick, bumpy monstrosity, and turned it on—it began to loudly buzz and whir—and then she slipped the huge thing into her wet, pudding-coated folds.
“Ah....I guess it's just part of being an insatiable giant mega-slut....oh holy shit!” she looked down at the oversized toy. “It has straps! It's like, wearable?” She slid her blubbery, ebony thighs around the elastic, seatbelt-like bands.
“Look, ma! No hands!”
Jenny's attention, however, was on the collection movie and magazine cover posters that addorned the walls.
“Bubble-Blasting: Jenny and Steph's Fart-cuzzi”
“Visible Farts! You Can't Smell It, But You Can See It!”
“Will They Ever Stop Growing?” was a magazine cover showing them both taller than a semi-truck, their asses being proudly displayed.
“How Big is Too Big?!” another cover emblazoned, showing them as bigger than a whole city.
“Hole in the O-zone Layer Linked to “Fart-Queens'” Butts!” This one was black and white, and was clearly a tabloid.
There were movie-posters for record-setting gang-bangs, scratch and sniff DVD covers, and even one that looked like they took on a barn-full of clydesdale stallions.
“There's somethin' called “GasCon” in the Bahamas this weekend, too....”
It was then that Stephanie let ou a long, wet, raspy fart—the stink-eruption lasting for nearly a whole minute, during which she squished up against Jenny, their loveseat-sized boobs mashing up against one another—their collagen-swollen lips met each other—barely. Their tits and bellies were nearly too big to allow the pair to kiss.
“Sniff in that awesomeness...” Steph moaned, her warm plumes of rank fart-gas billowing up around the two giants.
Jenny countered with a grin, and let out a counter-blast. “You sniff in THAT awesomeness!” she said, grinning
The two 12 foot, blubber-bloated beauties embraced, their collossal, sedan-sized tits squashing against one another—they were barely able to reach each other's lips to properly kiss—and then began to fart, moaning as each thunderous blast sent vibrations through their bodies' copious flesh, the living room filling with eggy, sulphurous, fishy fart-smell.. The two farting goddesses eventually made it up to their bedroom which was furnished with a silk-sheeted waterbed the size of a basketball court, and sniffed, licked, sucked, and farted their way in an eventual exhuastion-induced sleep. They woke up the next morning, finding themselves bigger, fatter, and gassier still, but.....
A. Gas Con is a week away! And it's to feature the two of them dueling to see who really is the biggest, smelliest farter! Let the training and dieting begin!
B. They're visited by government agents! In this world of monstrously huge, monstrously gassy women, and enhancing drugs...there exist those that would seek to use it all for evil and oppression! Star-spangled spandex await Jenny and Steph, along with their first mission as gassy superhero secret agents!
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