You watched as an older woman and what looked like her so entered the theater and sat down in your seats. He was dressed in a long sleeve red shirt, with a dark gray shirt underneath, he had on jeans and a pair of black boots as well. The woman reminded you of Mrs. Claus. She was dressed in a red velour skirt hemmed in a fine white fur. Over that she wore a red velour housecoat that buttoned to just under her pregnant belly. The cut of the coat was in such a way that it fell down and to the sides in a smooth curve and its bottom ended just above the knee. It too was trimmed in whit fur along the hem and buttons along with the cuffs and lapels. The coat showed a great deal of her enormous cleavage. She wore a red with white fur trim short-sleeved cape, over the coat. She had on black pointy 4-inch heels and white gloves that went to mid forearm. Even those were not enough to keep her hands warm and had brought a white fur hand warmer. A red with white trimmed baker boy hat sat on top of her silky silver bouffant. You had to admit for a woman in her fifties she was very attractive.
As they settled into their seats, you grinned as you felt a fart bubble up in your ass and got Matt and Priscila's attention, you then let out a loud fart from your behind. You thre snickered as you thought you heard them talk about the fart.
"I am going to make everyone leave in one fart," Matt bragged.
“Not before me.”
“Boys. Big ass, big gas!" said Priscila, with a triumphant laugh.
The lights went down and the previews started. You settled in place lifting your as up in anticipation. As people began to try and watch the movie, you could hear Matt and Priscila began to giggle in anticipation. That’s when you heard a long and loud fart come from Matt, followed by his laughing. You looked to see if anyone was looking to see who had done it and if they could see you higher up in the stadium seating. The older lady grimaced at the three of you in the dark and then she turned back around to enjoy the movie.
That became more and more difficult to do as you three expelled more and more farts from your gaseous butts. After each one congratulations and high fives were in order. After about a half hour the theater stank of your rotten farts and was almost uninhabitable. You looked around to see that all the other patrons had left except the older woman and her; probably; son. The older woman and her son were all that was left and she wanted him to get the manager when you saw him come in. Another customer must have complained about you.
“All right you three! Out! Now!” the manager yelled.
“No way! We paid for out tickets!” you yelled at him.
“Yeah! We’re not done watching the movie!” Priscila began to yell.
“So if you want us to leave you’re gonna have to make us!” you heard Matt yell. Hs voice made the woman look closer at him.
You all turned around so that all three of you pointed your asses toward the manager and farted at the same time. You each released an almost deafening blast that stank so bad the manger threw up in his mouth. You could swear Priscila’s fart was stronger than yourself and Matt's. The manager scrambled for the door and didn’t come back. All three of you bent over and began to laugh hysterically.
“I’m going to do something about this,” you heard the woman say.
“Darren, let the employees handle this,” Nick said grabbing her arm.
“Nick, those farts are not normal. I need to handle this,” you heard her say, like she could do something.
“Alright, if you feel you have to. Go get ‘em tiger,” he encouraged her with a wink as he helped her get up.
“Hey!” she shouted up to the three of you making you stop laughing as tried to figure out who she thought she was.
“She looks like a fat pregnant silver haired Rene Russo,” Matt whispered. You agreed and she even seemed pleased with the compliment.
“You need to stop what you’re doing. People did not pay to hear or smell your farts,” she said authoritatively with her hands on her hips. The three of you moved down the steps to face her. She did a sharp double take as if she recognized you three. Your flatulent friend Matt smiled at about what was to happen, Priscila, a thick Mexican girl with ample breasts and booty, rubbed her belly to get the gas flowing. The woman looked around at each of you, when Priscila signaled that she would take care of this.
“Sorry MRS. CLAUS,” Priscila teased not knowing how right she was, “but you know how it is. Big ass, big gas!” she mocked as she slapped her large butt. She then blew a smelly but quick fart in her face as she began to laugh at her more.
“Oh I know dear,” she smiled, “I’ve got a big old ass myself,” she said as she forced a long and smelly fart from it. Her plan backfired as Priscila just wafted it up to her nose and took a deep breath.
“Mmmm…like cookies and milk. And just a drop of cinnamon.”
She were taken aback by this reaction, and Priscila, Matt, and you decided to take advantage of it. Matt farted so that the force of it blew her hat off. As she picked it up off the floor you blasted her right in the face. Her husband (did she call him husband before?) rose from his seat and began to move towards you, and the three of you became visibly scared by his advancement. She put a hand out to stop him. “I’ve got this,” she said plainly as she put your hat back on. “You know honey,” she said talking to Priscila calmly and with an even tone, “I think you’re right. Big ass, big gas. But what if your asses were too big?”
“What are you talking about?” Priscila asked.
“You’ll see.” She then removed her gloved hand from the hand warmer that she carried and began to wiggle her fingers.
The three of you all laughed at her, and she looked over at whoever he was and he gave you a knowing smile. You three stopped laughing as you all felt you asses begin to enlarge. You, Priscila, and Matt could see the seams on your jeans begin to split along the butt and thighs as pounds upon pounds of swelling flesh expanded underneath them. Soon the jeans exploded off of you and your asses and thighs surged out as if with a life of their own. She continued to wiggle her fingers and your destroyed pants turned into skin tight stretchy black women's leggings. But still your asses continued to grow bigger. Soon she lowered her hands pleased with the results.
Matt and you must have had butts that were 54 inches around, and Priscila who had a large ass to begin with must have had an impressive 68 inch butt. All three of yougrabbed and kneaded your new ass cheeks checking to see if it was real. “What did you do to us?” Priscila asked panicked.
“BIG ass, BIG gas,” she and her husband smiled as she threw her words back in Priscila's face.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Matt asked before farting with so much force he lifted an inch or two off the ground.
“What just happened?” you asked right before you farted so hard it launched you forward face first on to the ground.
“You increased the power of our farts along with the size of our butts,” Priscila realized. She then farted so loud it was like a foghorn. You could see her small feet leave the ground, as she seemed to hover in the air from the force of the anal expulsion until the fart stopped suddenly dropping her back to the floor. “And we can’t control them anymore!”
“Don’t worry. I wasn’t entirely mean. All your pants have been turned into skin tight leggings that will barely fit over your big butts” the woman smiled.
“You can’t leave us like this!” you yelled.
“Oh it will wear off,” the guy told you. Mrs. Claus shook her head at her husband. Apparently she wanted you to twist a little in the wind. No pun intended.
“When?” you asked a little panicked.
“Eventually,” she smiled to you, “Have fun kids!”
The three of you began discuss your new situation, though oddly Matt seemed all right with it. “You ready to go Darren?” Mrs. Claus's husband asked.
“Darren? Wasn’t that the name of my neighbor who disappeared,” Matt asked as Priscila farted and knocked herself over.
Hearing Matt, a worried look shot across Mrs. Claus's face, and she grabbed her husband's arm and quickly proceeded to the exit while he kissed her on the cheek, proud of her.
(Follow Mrs. Claus and Nick's adventure at The New Mrs. Clause interactive story)
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