Connie worked up a sweat that morning to put together lunch for her two daughters, Penelope and Victoria. Reaching nearly 300-pounds and having a busy life as a mother of two bratty teenaged daughters, she didn't really have the energy to defend herself often or be free again. Soon enough, the two senior daughters waltzed into the kitchen, the two of them looking like fancy models.
"This lunch had better taste good, mother," Penelope scoffed as she swiped the bag, "Yesterday's tasted like crap,"
"Yeah, I barely had anything!" Victoria whined as she gave a few pats to her mom's belly, "Bet you ate my whole lunch!"
"Girls, p-please, you're both already late as it is..." Connie stuttered. She didn't really like the teasings or attitude, but she just didn't have the body or confidence anymore to deal with it.
"Yeah, we should get going," Penelope said as she handed Connie a note, "I wrote down a list of some clothes I need for the dance next week. You'd better not stop at any fast food while getting these, mother!"
Connie gulped. "S..sure Penelope,"
"Also you haven't done my laundry yet!" Victoria groaned, "Mom, I know you're pretty fat and lazy but I have piles of clothes that need to be done!"
Connie just nodded her head, the words hitting her like a brick.
"O..okay girls, I love you and---"
But Penelope and Victoria ran out the door without another word. Connie looked down at the paper in her hand, heartbroken at another vicious verbal lashing from her own daughters. When they get home they'd probably just yell at her again all night. She crumpled the paper in her hand and bit her lip.
"This... has to end," she thought, "I've dealt with those girls for years but I need to end it. I just don't know how..."
She sighed as she thought of her neighbor, Heather. Heather also had two teen daughters and was also quite overweight, but was very strict and powerful in her household. She commanded the authority of her daughters and got the respect of her peers. And it was from a very certain talent...
"Those farts!" Connie thought, "Those loud, fantastic, obnoxious farts! They smell so severe and you can hear them across the street but they're so... respectable! They're both a weapon and a lusty scent!"
Seeing that Heather was home, she had to know where those farts came from. She took a deep breath and walked over next door, knocking sternly and waiting for an answer. Soon enough, out walked Heather, with her long, brown hair and thick gym clothes that covered her large body. PHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHFRT! Already a nuke of a fart erupted from her, and the smell had overpowered Connie's senses.
"Phew!" Heather said as she wiped her head with a towel, "Nice to let loose some post-workout gas!"
Connie was infatuated with Heather's bold nature but had to clear her mind.
"Heather, I was wondering if I could come in and ask a couple questions,"
Heather nodded as she let Connie in. Connie could already smell the stinky atmosphere of Heather's farts inside, not a single fresh breath of air available. It was strong, but somehow her senses were fluttering. They both sat across each other on two couches, as Heather let loose another eruption while she sat down. The vibration shook the couch for over ten seconds.
"Heather, you might know I don't have the best relationship with my daughters..."
"That's an understatement!" Heather replied, "If those were my girls they'd be dead!"
"I... I know. I've just... well, I'm not in the same shape as I was years ago, and I'm so nervous to deal with them..."
She sighed.
"My husband, Corey, was so great and my daughters listened to both of us with him around. But then his... sudden death ten years ago really struck nerve into the family. My daughters began to mistreat me constantly and it got me stressed out. I began eating too much and lost control of my self. I....."
Connie took a deep breath.
"Heather.. I.... I need to know how you fart like that! It's what I need for my confidence!"
Heather's proud demeanor turned to a very unsure face, as she leaned back and thought about it.
"Connie, do you wonder why my farts have such a powerful effect?"
Connie shook her head.
"My farts are very different from everyone else's. If someone else farts, it's usually seen as embarrassing or hilarious. So why is it my farts strike fear and wonder into the whole neighborhood?"
She proudly sat up. PHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHFRT! Her fart was louder than a bass-booming car, even making Connie jump. She walked over and sat next to Connie.
"My powerful farts have been a secret for years," she said, "But because you're in a desperate situation and you've been my best friend for many years, I will give you farts great enough to equal mine,"
Connie smiled, with some tears coming to her eyes.
"Heather... that would be wonderful!"
Heather gave Connie a quick hug.
"This will take a few hours, and you must follow everything I say, got it?" Heather said, "When those brats of your's get back they'll be in for a rude surprise!"
Connie nodded.
"Let's begin..."
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