This choice: Jesse continues to get gassier throughout the day much to his delight?!?! • Go Back...Chapter #6Jesse continues to get gassier throughout the d... by: CluelessCupcake   As the day progressed Jesse found himself farting more and more often than he previously had during his "training." Before he would pass gas maybe once every few hours or when his aunt would smack his ass. But today it felt like he couldn't go more than 10 minutes without blasting ass. On top of that, they seemed to be getting worse, or as his aunt would say, "juicier." He didn't notice but he was slowly becoming less repulsed by his rear end. While being stuffed by his aunt he would make squeaky little PPPTT's and moan a little. Then as midday rolled around he was PPPPHHRRPPTing and mumbling, "good one." By dinnertime his gas was getting close to being on the same level as his aunt.
They went to the same restaurant that they had gone to a month ago and took a seat among all the other PHAT women (having become regulars, showing up at least 3 times a week to PHATTEN Jasmine up). Like every other time, Kelli announced her arrival with a huge PPPPPHHHRRRRRRPPPPPPTTTT! into the seat. Also like every other time, the other patrons responded with farts of their own, followed by Jasmine, who had been building one up preparing for the moment.
PPPPPPHHHHRRRRPPPTTT!
Her voice sounding more girly, she proudly exclaimed to her aunt, "now I'm like, totally farting like a real PHAT gurl!"
Jesse's heart sank when he realized what had just happened before his aunt responded with, "ooh, I totes knew you would eventually!"
"What the hell is happening to me?" Jesse thought to himself. Over the month he had learned to fart when she did in the restaurant so he would blend in, but he had never made one that big or reacted like that. "I'm starting to think and fart like Aunt Kelly! No wait, worse," he gulped at the thought, "Jasmine."
When their "food" (in quotes because all of it was just fattening desserts) arrived at the table, Jesse began brainstorming while he scarfed it down, now unable to control his appetite. "I need to get back to normal, living with Kelly is starting to take a toll on me mentally. Not only do I keep ripping disgusting, massive, juicy, wonderfully PHATTY farts."
PPPPHHHRRRPPT!
Jasmine moaned before Jesse started giving in, "actually, having this much of a gas problem may not be that bad." He smelled his own rancid fart through the scent of all the fatty food on the table and inhaled deeply, "oh yeah, that smells perfect." Looking down and feeling one of his boobs, he thinks, "I should still find a way to escape and reverse this though," before shoving another dessert into his mouth.
Just then, his thoughts are interrupted by...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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