Jesse stood in the doorway of the room, staring at the flowing floral dress with matching parasol and sun hat that he was meant to wear for the day and the enormous fat suit that gave him his Auntie Anna Belle’s gigantic frame. He wanted to lie to himself and say he didn’t want to put them on, that he didn’t want to b Jesse Belle again, that despite the pain it was causing him to hold in the gas he was experiencing, but he couldn’t. Being Jesse Belle was like a drug to him now and he wanted, no he needed, that rush. The rush of being someone who was loud and uninhibited in their actions, someone who thought they were a gift to the word, someone who could blast ass and simply apologize like it was no big thing. Jesse needed to be Jesse Belle even if he wasn’t quite sure that Jesse Belle was quite him anymore.
He had been the most respectable southern lady after the Gator Crawl, impressing his Auntie Anna Belle with his sudden and unexpected change. A few demonstrations of how he could now partially control his farts and the two had a long night of talking and gossiping as they treated each other to some southern style farts.
But coming out of the dress and fatsuit left Jesse Belle as just a pot bellied Jesse who was once again ashamed of how he acted and even more ashamed of his percolating gas. He reflected on how he acted and it didn’t seem real like it was someone else. He liked video games and movies not eating and farting.
But there was such an appeal in the dress and fatsuit. Such an appeal in being who he wasn’t.
Jesse grabbed the fat suit and pulled it on, and once he situated it his body was exactly the same dimensions as his (all of a sudden?) beloved Auntie Anna Belle. He attached the facial appliances he needed to and used a hair dryer to help the glue set quicker. Once eh was ready he slipped on the dress and pushed the fat suit where it needed to go to give himself that healthy big girl look he was beginning to love so much; big tits, hips ass, thunderous thighs and a big old Buddha belly. A fart slipped out and he giggled at the sound and smell that he had produced, not at the sound and smell of the fart but at the fact that HE had produced it. “And it feels as right as a cock…crowing at sun up.”
He tried to saunter to the makeup table but it was more of a waddle. Sitting down he let out another little bit of southern country air making himself titter like a school girl seeing her new crush for the first time. It wasn’t long until staring back in the mirror was a perfectly made up Jesse Belle, his beloved Auntie’s influence garishly apparent.
As he put his white lace gloves on Jesse was gone and Jesse Belle had arrived.
Heading downstairs Jesse Belle was greeted by her beloved Auntie Anna Belle, “My goodness gracious aren’t you prettier than a sunset in June!”
“Oh Auntie Anna Belle,” Jesse Belle blushed. “Aren’t you a flatterer?”
“Oh sugah, don’t I know it.” Anna Belle blushed right back. “No come, come, come. We’ve got a formal function to attend, and we don’t want to deny all the handsome gentlemen a sniff of our finer Aires.” The two walked out arm in arm and fart on fart.
Arriving at the mansion for a catered luncheon the two Southern Belles greeted everyone they saw, Anna Belle farting her best with Jesse Belle hard-pressed to keep up no matter how hard she tried. Both soon saw a singular handsome vision in Mr. Samuel Renetten and were smitten.
The two fanned themselves at they made their way across the back lawn to Mr. Renetten with all the grace an agility of two horny hippos. Anna Belle was the first to arrive, “Mr. Renneten how lovely to see you here!”
PPPPHHHHHHRRRRRRTTTTTTTTT!
“Aren’t you just the picture?” Jesse Belle complimented him.
PHHHHHAAAAAARRRRTTTTTTTT!
“Ladies!” Mr. Renneten exclaimed in shock.
“Why Mr. Renneten…” Anna Belle giggled.
“…You must excuse our Dairy-Aires!” Jesse Belle flirted.
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