Rachel stared out the window of Harold’s car, her mind drifting back to lunch and how she got them kicked out of the restaurant after a volley of ever increasingly smellier farts forced 6 customers to vomit. “Again sorry about lunch,” she apologized for the third time.
“I’m more worried that I won’t get the smell out of my car,” Harold smirked.
“Well, at least you have a reason to sell this Prius,” Rachel smiled.
Harold gave her a playful punch on the arm, “There’s the Rachel I know.” Rachel began to laugh before cutting a ripe one in the car. “And there’s the gas we’re all growing to love.”
“You’re joking about the gas right?”
“I’ll get back to you on that one,” he winked playfully.
Rachel invited Harold in, giving him an appreciative glance as he passed her, admiring his butt as he passed. Harold couldn’t help but feel a little turned on by how much bigger and imposing Rachel was. As they settled in the living room Rachel offered Harold a drink, “Would you like some coffee?”
“I could go for a glass,” Harold admitted. Rachel smiled and left a stinky fart in her wake a she headed to the kitchen.
She poured the glasses and when she looked up she caught her reflection in the window. Except it wasn’t her reflection, but the reflection of a large woman with a fire engine red beehive hairdo, and cat’s eye glasses on, “You can do it babe, go make Fanny proud and pop yer new cherry!” the reflection told her. Rachel closed her eyes and shook her head, and when she reopened her eyes the reflection was gone.
“Jesus!” she said as she picked up the glasses of coffee. “What the Hell was that, and who the Hell is Fanny?” she asked and as if to answer her, her butt rumbled with the worst fart to date. As she walked back o the living room, Rachel could feel herself becoming more and more wet between her legs at every thought of Harold, so that by the time she returned his very sight made her horny enough to go for it. “Mmmm,” she purred and she sensually sauntered over to her friend.
Harold took the drink and couldn’t help but feel so small in his friend’s shadow, “Uh, thanks Rachel.”
“You are welcome,” she told him as she sat down next to him, making sure their thighs touched. She lifted one butt cheek off the couch and farted again, but this time seemed impressed with it instead of ashamed, “That was a nice one wasn’t it?”
“I guess it was,” Harold lightly laughed, “Since when are you so cool with farting?”
“Since it made me realize how big and sexy I could be,” she laughed lightly as she ran a hand along Harold’s inner thigh. Rachel wasn’t aware of it but Jenny’s Aunt Fanny’s personality was slowly imprinting on her, and her man crazy ways were becoming hers. She pulled down the front of her tiger striped shirt releasing her newly acquired magnificent breasts, “Do you want some milk in your coffee?”
Harold gulped, never taking his eyes off those breasts, and in a voice choked with desire he answered form a very dry mouth, “Yes.”
“Then come with me,” Rachel smiled as she rose to her feet and took Harold by the hand. She led him to her bedroom through a cloud of farts.
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