The bass in the club was thumping, making people feel the music more than hear it. On the dance floor there was currently a sea of people. And standing in the middle of the crowd was one particular cougar, a cougar who towered over all the others at almost 7 feet tall, but was the focal point of the crowd’s attention and desire for more than just her giant size.
As Brian danced the swampy haze born of her butt gas stretched further and further out, thick with stink and pheromones. Any who ventured closer to the giantess found the fog from her big and plentiful 62-inch booty clinging to their skin and yet made them desire to move ever nearer the source, hoping to possibly rub, or hope against hope, grab the succulent booty meat that seemed to ever flap and reverberate with newer and smellier farts.
Brian for her part welcomed any grab and squeeze of her bottom, or even of her big K cup tits through her IGIGI Ambrosia Plus Size Dress, in a steamy red, for that matter. The seductive Ambrosia Dress was cut from an all-season stretch jersey and hugged, smoothed, and enhanced the contours of Brian’s magnificent womanly curves. Brian wore it off her shoulders, showing off her smooth porcelain skin. The generous, bra-friendly surplice bodice comfortably fit Brian’s almost obscenely large bust, and practically screamed for everyone to stare at her jubblies. The dress clung to her arms, the ¾ sleeves making them look amazing, and not at all fat as the upper arms of a woman her size might look. The skirt flattered her curves even as it hit just below her knees. It had elongating princess seams, with all-over draping and was fully lined to prevent clinging which Brian desperately needed as her humid farts were turning the dance floor into a virtual sauna, making more than one’s person clothes stick to them as they danced harder and harder, fighting for a spot next to the flatulent cougar.
Some would argue that Brian’s Black and Red Ankle Strap Closed-Toe Pumps weren’t made for dancing and would end up killing her big size 15 feet. But they would be wrong, as the cougar had been born to wear heels, and did so with a fluidity and grace belying a princess, even when she was shaking her thang and destroying a dance floor. The red and black closed toe pump had three ankle straps, all decorated with rhinestones. The zipper was in the back of the shoe above the 4 and half-inch heel. They had a Black sole with Black rounded toes that made for an adorable look that Brian loved. She matched them with a pair of red spandex bridal gloves with a cute black bow attached to the ends which extended two inches past her wrists.
Brian’s wore a deep red lipstick that caught the attention of more than one man, which her farts would then keep for the evening. Her silky silver hair shimmered under the lights of the dance floor in its Peg Bundy bee hive/bouffant style. Her smokey eye shadow made her eyes look dark and mysterious, and enticed anyone who smelled her overpowering farts to come and solve those mysteries.
Brian had been so glad when Sarah, Emily, and Caitlyn had suggested a girl’s night out to celebrate her return home, and back among the living, all having grieved at her disappearance which had most likely meant Brian was dead, and they wanted to let the whole world partake in their celebration of Brian’s return. And the only way these fetish ideals knew how to celebrate involved farts, and young, strange, cock.
Brian danced through the crowd until she was next to Sarah, and took her oldest friend by the hand. The big assed girl, 58 meaty inches, winked and honked her flesh colored clown nose in a lustful appreciation and followed behind Brian as the giantess led the way to their private table, basking in the sulfur smelling miasma that fluttered from Brian’s ass with a sound that was like a slowly deflating balloon. Brian fell into the booth that surrounded the table, pulling Sarah onto her lap. Sarah greeted her with a warm, wet kiss that took her breath way, “I missed you big girl.”
“I missed you too,” Brian purred as she showered Sarah’s neck in kisses. “I missed all of you.”
Sarah giggled in Brian’s lap, as Emily stomped over, her size 25 feet preventing her from doing anything but. Brian inhaled deep as she began to partake of the rotten foot smell that was the only stink she would admit to rivaling the vileness of her farts. “I hope you’re not planning to leave me out,” Emily smirked as she sat down, her big M cup breasts spilling out onto the table.
“Not at all,” Brian smiled seductively, “Not at all.”
“And out big clowny friend?” Emily gestured to Caitlyn, who was making her way through the crowd, her four-fingered hands filled with drinks for the four friends, and sometimes lovers.
“Never,” Brian cooed as she prepared the mood with another of her farts, a long motor boat sounding one that made the air thick with stench, and greasy to the touch. It smelled like Hell, but it felt like Heaven for the girls as it mingled with the foot odor from Emily’s overly large feet, and ramped up their libidos.
Caitlyn smiled her big clown smile, and squeezed her clown nose with a loud honk, and put the drinks in front of Sarah and Emily. As Brian reached for the martini that awaited her, Caitlyn pulled it back out of reach. “Tell you what,” she smirked, “I’ll give you this if you give me something I want.”
Brian smiled knowingly, and reached one gloved hand below the table and between her legs. Farting into her cupped hand, she brought it up and pressed it into Caitlyn’s face. “That good enough?”
“Please,” she scoffed, “You were a Goddess of Farts. You can do better than that.”
Brian leaned back in her seat, Sarah still on her lap, sipping her drink wondering where this was leading too, and shrugged her shoulders, “You’re right, I can.” And with that declaration, one that was dripping in arrogance, the music grew low as everyone in the club stopped what they were doing momentarily, and shifted uncomfortable. Then all at once every single person, except the four fetish ideal friends, farted. They farted for almost a solid minute, saturating the air with the most offensive odors their individual bodies could produce and channel through their rectums. The girls laughed as Brian nodded playing it off like it was no big deal, like she’s been there before a dozen times and this was just routine now. “So about my drink…?”
“Oh you earned this,” Caitlyn laughed ass he placed the martini down in front of its owner. “And Damn, if that wasn’t awesome.”
“Like you said,” Emily giggled leaning into her clown lover, “she was a Goddess of Farts.”
“So Brian,” Sarah began, “after all the South American dick, you ready to enjoy some good ole American cock? Or did Jacob tell you no?”
“Jacob knows what I’m out here to do,” Brian sniffed haughtily, “he’s a good husband who knows his wife’s needs. And two, I don’t care if that cock if brown, yellow, Puerto Rican or Haitian, as long as it can get the job done!” Brian slammed her hand on the table for emphasis. “And with that being said,” she raised her arm up into the air and snapped her fingers twice.
The others looked around a little confused, but were astonished when a young buck, no older than 23, ambled up to the table, a lustful look in his eyes, and confidence in his voice. “You called?”
“Yes I did,” Brian smiled predatorily as she picked Sarah up by her waist, her giant size and strength making the chubby girl seem light as a feather, and placed her down on the seat next to her, “I’m about to ruin you for all women from now on.” Brian stood up and placed a hand on her hip, her ass singing like a teakettle with a high-pitched fart. The young stud gently wafted the smell to his nose, partaking of it like one would of the finest of cabernets, except this smell had more in common with old cheese than fine wine.
Brian took his hand in her own and led him to her old stomping grounds, the bathroom stall. She walked like a high class model on the runway, giving him full view as her big, bouncy, booty cheeks rose and fell in a rhythmic beauty that captivated all who saw it, and placed them under her sensual spell. The girls watched as they disappeared into the bathroom, and laughed when a powerful fart blew the door open, almost ripping it from its hinges, before it swung back and forth violently to a close.
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