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Rotana downed the last of her root beer before tossing the empty can over her shoulder and into the garbage can behind her without a second to think. She brought her fist to her mouth and burped once when a hearty belch tore through her mouth. It rang all across the house to the collective groans of everyone around her and the shuddering piles of snowfall outside. Although the blizzard forced everyone to stay at her and her friend Denise’s house, the warmth from the fire, food in their bellies, and especially the colorful lights at every corner of every room was an offer they couldn’t refuse. That is until either one of or both of the girls decided to empty their soda dispensary single-handedly and spread the misfortune by blowing a beef from either of their wretched holes.
The expansive living room, which once smelled of peppermint and cinnamon, now carried a heady, bitter scent as Rotana released another ear-splitting belch from her quivering lips. She fanned her mouth once the smell hit the air, but by then, not a single person dared to stand by Rotana. The raven-haired honey rubbed her belly and poured before she stumbled back into a table full of food. China plates clanked and food shook from behind, though thankfully, nothing fell over; a rare feat considering Rotana saw her hips stretch so wide that even her entire arm fell short by a few inches so that she could have an ass bigger than everybody else at the party. Why else were there armies of people everywhere when Denise bought all her cuisine from Jimmy John’s?
Rotana kept her breathing steady as she carefully marched away from the tables set up in close proximity towards the main floor where people were dancing. It was when she turned on her heel and bumped her beanbag of a butt into the guy behind her that the sound of sneakers clomping across the linoleum stopped with a tanned hand reaching over to Rotana’s shoulder. Denise gave her friend a good shake before Rotana squealed and jolted backward. The entire room went dead quiet as Rotana clamped her hands over her mouth while Denise fidgeted her hands together. The equally bottom-heavy brunette was no less exasperated than Rotana before she took her by the hand and pulled her towards the doorway leading to the kitchen.
“Denise, what do you think you’re doing?!”
Rotana kept her voice to a low roar while the murmurs from the crowd of people grew again, though nobody dared approach her and Denise. No doubt they were talking about how big their asses got from last year, even with her fellow bubble butt bitch in arms tightening her grip so hard that her fingernails threatened to break her skin. Against her better judgement, Rotana dragged her heels on the floor before rearing her hand back and slapping Denise on the ass. Hard. Hard enough that her denim-trapped ass cheeks jiggled faster than ever, especially with Denise continuing to walk despite the obvious efforts of Rotana behind her shoulder.
Denise spent a lifetime having every part of her body grow larger than the house Rotana belched her heart out in to have most of any feeling go unnoticed unless it grew more sensual. Okay, maybe it helped that she brought most of her sex-capades onto herself, but she knew how to have fun like Rotana, even if she also knew when those fun times were coming to a close. Her skin crawled with every slap on the ass, her heart breaking understanding damn well that Rotana deserved the answers that she hesitated to give, especially as her insides threatened to constrict on themselves.
“Denise, I swear to god, you better tell me what’s up,” Rotana grumbled. The daggers she threw behind Denise were enough to stop her friend dead in her tracks with the girls now in the kitchen, where the small hallway to the bathroom was separated by the blocked off stairway to where Denise slept. Not another person dared to dwell in the tiny space big enough for six people to step through, making it all the better for Denise to raise her leg and silence Rotana with something louder than what typically came from her mouth.
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A roaring ripper erupted from behind Denise as she strained while pushing the ten tons of gas inside herself. The lights in the house flickered on and off, though thankfully by then, the party-go’ers continued to talk amongst themselves, even if their voices were drowned out by a furious car horn. She could only thank the fact that unlike Rotana and her burping, Denise had the courtesy to go elsewhere to fart. Rotana herself didn’t so much as wince from the putrid winds that befell her until Denise went quiet before the back of her massive butt wobbled over her shoulder. The outline of her already pear-shaped body would have been a sight for sore eyes; however once Rotana dared to lean past Denise, the denim jeans her friend gave way to smooth, caramel skin with a large crack in-between two of the largest cheeks aside from Rotana’s own hyper-sized seat.
The entire world practically grinded to a halt. Rotana didn’t have a thought going through her head as she sauntered around behind Denise and passed by the scraps of her own pants piled up in front of the fridge. Rotana blinked away the tears beading at the corners of her eyes casually, as a sense of dread overcame her. It must have been a few years ago since she first took Denise up on her offer to use the monkey’s paw so that the two childhood friends could get the guys at their college campus’ attention, although the experiment simply ended by having both girls become the town’s newest cover girls wherever they went and no matter what they wore. Their panties became thongs and their archenemies were skirts, but despite the embarrassment that followed and the several pairs of pants that needed to be thrown out (god bless the jeans Rotana wore to sleep that night which ended up being ripped in half by the time she woke up), it still
technically
worked. Thanks to their bodies, Denise and Rotana had a sea of more than seventy suitors outside their otherwise dull beige kitchen, and they easily dominated their dorm room by being the biggest girls to grace Delta Pi U.
Which was why Rotana wasted no time in taking Denise by the hand and bringing her to the doorway separating the stairway and the bathroom. She pushed on her doughy hip with her free hand when she arrived at the narrow passage between the corner leading around to the steps and the fridge sitting directly on her left and Denise’s left. Before everyone made it to the party, the girls thoroughly buttered the side of the fridge to ensure that slipping through would be easier than ever. And thankfully, with just a few steps, they were already standing in front of the door, with Denise crossing her legs together; chest rising with slow, careful breaths nonstop.
“Okay, you win,” Rotana kept her back to the bathroom door as sweat welled up in her hands, moistening them up more than the buttered fridge that she recently squeezed past. “Tell me what the hell is going on?”
“The monkey’s paw, Rotana,” Denise patted her water bed of a butt and shivered when it wobbled wildly at the smallest touch.
“It’s come back to bite us in the ass. I always had a feeling it would, but over the last few days, I haven’t been able to control myself,”
“Den, I hate to be an asshole, but you aren’t the one getting drunk every night with all your friends just because you can,”
“Now’s not the time to humble me, Rotana!”
Rotana rolled her eyes while Denise bucked her head down to her chest and groaned.
I was actually referring to that bitch Stacey, but go off, bitch.
No doubt her twenty-something friend must be experiencing mental brain rot if she thought Rotana meant beer. Neither of them had even slept with a boy yet, post-magical mishap or not. She folded her arms around her stomach when Denise pressed her butt on the fridge; a fiery hue emblazoned across her entire face. Her auburn bangs fell in front of her glasses when Rotana caught her breath in her mouth and took Denise by the hand again, carefully massaging her palm as if she were kneading out the tension like when they were young.
The staticky chill that stiffened Rotana to the door returned as a draft blew against her legs. One by one, the seams along the sides of Denise’s jeans popped with rows of smooth skin growing down to her gargantuan glutes. She brought her hands to her thighs and held them tight when folds of fat swelled past the gaps of her fingers. Denise curled her lips before rubbing her shoulders, already overwhelmed by her hot skin practically boiling at the touch. With sweat pouring down her forehead, Denise leaned her shoulder by the wall while Rotana slid her devil tail around the door knob, already pushing it open by a few inches.
“R-Rotana… I think we’re gonna explode,” Denise mumbled. “And Jackie already blew up last week. You know how embarrassing it’s gonna be if I do it now? People are gonna think I’m copying her!”
“Okay, well, I’m not letting you puke in the kitchen,” Rotana said, “you’re blowing chunks in the toilet where nobody can hear you,”
“This is serious, Rotana! I’m not about to puke! I think I’m actually about to—”
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The door flew off its hinges as a hole ripped open across the back of Rotana’s jeans. Her mouth went completely dry without a single sound playing around her. She and Denise turned to the puny baby blue interior with a windowsill by Rotana’s right and the toilet itself on the other side, but neither of the girls could ignore the now exposed elephant in the room, nevermind the shattered wooden pieces of the door in the bathtub. And now Denise would have to shell out three hundred bucks because of her friend’s bubble guts, and not her own.
Rotana, still holding the now removed doorknob within her coiled tail, went bug-eyed as her warped reflection met her gaze through the metallic sheen of the knob. It was turned a few degrees towards Denise, whose legs were vibrating as a series of hushed toots escaped her quaking ass. The length of her hips alone exceeded arms length while her back curved inward and the fridge gradually shifted away from Denise, being pushed back by her ever-increasing seat.
“Oh… GOD, no!” Rotana dropped the knob at once when Denise pushed her aside and charged ahead where salvation awaited. The frantic stomping of her feet drummed on before Rotana caught herself on the stairway’s handrail, then quickly dashed forward, with Denise shoved to the side and her hip squished alongside Rotana’s until their butts were bulging like beach balls pushed together.
Like a lion swiping at its prey, Rotana clawed Denise across the cheek and jerked her head away when Denise reached for her. The girls stayed absolutely steady as they swung for each other only to graze the other by the neck. Rotana bared her fangs while Denise gripped the doorframe and heaved. She kept waving at the air for dear life, but she couldn’t take any chances now. Those sharpened nails of Rotana’s could cut Denise’s brown hair down from her ass to her neck if she weren’t careful.
“Let me in, Denise!” Rotana yelled. “I am not about to explode at the Christmas party of all places! You were the one who pulled the monkey’s paw anyway! I didn’t fuck up!”
Pure fire seared melted the anxious ice within Denise as she reached for Rotana’s flailing tail. “Oh, and I suppose being roommates with a devil girl wouldn’t have…”
“Anything to do with it?” Rotana glared with all her strength, yet the rumbling in her gut had her clutching her abs and choking back a whimper. “You were the one who bought that paw on eBay last I checked,”
“You shouldn’t jump to conclusions so quickly, hon,” sneered Denise.
“Do you blame me for being so judgmental when everyone I meet can’t stop saying that I crawled out of hell?”
“Oh, of course not! And I say this because I
know
for a fact that you crawled out of hell, or at least that fat ass of yours did!” With her fingers around Rotana’s tail, Denise gave a harsh tug and she smirked at the banshee-like shriek that came from her friend.
“AH!!”
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The squelching ripper would be met with the back of the legs tearing past whatever denim hadn’t been destroyed yet. Rotana jerked her head before slapping Denise on the ass, unaware of, or perhaps uncaring, the fact that she still had her tail in a hold, and that she was more than happy to yank on it again.
“You stupid bitch! Why do you even have that little tail, anyway?!”
“Why do
you
have long hair?!”
Tying loose ends together, Rotana grabbed a handful of Denise’s hair and pulled with all her strength. And as Denise cried out in pain and yanked harder on Rotana’s own expendable feature, a light tingling sensation filled the girls down to her bulky calves swelling faster to accompany what had been big for ages. Rotana gnawed her lower lip when the feeling trickled to her ass and seeped inside her. A small string of farts no less audible than her whimpers sputtered out quickly, yet that soft tingle wouldn’t leave, as if she were building up to a massive blast that she couldn’t let loose.
Rotana let Denise’s tresses fall between her fingers before her hand collapsed on her own shelf of a butt. The tingling turned to an itch that left her pawing at her cheeks only for the few patches of denim left to block her off with a spider web of shrinking strings that ran diagonally to her hips. The lower halves of Rotana’s fat ass were completely exposed while a few lines across the middle and the top prevented her from being outright butt naked below the waist. Her panties had little luck however, as they were quickly absorbed into her growing glutes that left cracks forming in the door frame beside her.
She tapped her feet constantly as the itch rose to a faint burning. “Denise, you gotta let me in already, you stupid bitch!”
“But I’m the one who pulled the monkey paw!”
“Oh, so now you admit it?!” Rotana gulped hard then pinched one eye shut on instinct when the flames licked up her crack.
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Rotana clutched the door frame and thrusted wildly as a meaty double-barrelled fart sounded off throughout the kitchen. The impact alone easily snapped off the last few strands of her jeans until only her vagina and calves were left clothed. Her intergluteal muscles tightened when the flames scorched her crotch and her jaw went slack. But before Rotana could scream for help, a screeching, hackneyed wail went off beside her with Denise’s glasses falling to her feet, and her ass ballooning well past Rotana’s, shaving off several inches on the frame.
Neither of the girls could move their legs let alone flex their toes as the broiling flames consumed them. Rotana kept her head down to her chest when another bubbly fart rang in her ears like the death bell being rung. If she could force out the rest of the gas now, she might be able to survive or at least die happy. But when another trembling blast louder than a foghorn blared over Mariah Carey’s music, Rotana shivered feverishly, writhing at what she thought was her own skin boiling off her bones. The back of her throat was dryer than sandpaper as her ass continued to release a fart so long that it extended well over ten seconds, with no signs of slowing down.
Both girls were swinging their arms as their asses swelled beyond that of a pair of watermelons nestled together. They bulged out unlike any other bubble butt that magazines and pornography trained Denise and Rotana to be obsessed with attaining; supple, soft and squeezed by the small spaces that snared them. Denise’s breath got caught in her mouth as her lips clamped shut and all sensation left her, including the fire that threatened to consume her and Rotana. Her mouth remained clamped shut when the tips of her fingers glowed, and one last thought, one last
word
, crossed her mind: why? And why her specifically? The answer awaited Denise when she blinked once and the world cut to black.
A booming shotgun blast shook the house as Rotana’s ass literally blew out and she slipped through the door with Denise exploding shortly after. Scraps of rubbery skin splattered the side of the fridge and the stairway in the same color of the girls’ pale and tanned complexions respectively. Everything up to their stomachs had been reduced to a flat deflated pile of cloth bereft of the flesh and blood a human being should have. Even the rancid smell of eggnog that once filled the room vanished in favor of cinnamon again, as if Denise and Rotana no longer existed.
The infernal burning left the girls and they got to die with big, beautiful butts, but at what cost?
“That’s it, I can’t stand to listen to this anymore!”
Rotana threw up her arms and marched away from Denise and Jackie, with Jackie sitting criss-cross on the floor with her tablet on her lap. Their relatively small dorm room was bereft of any life aside from the three girls and the owls outside their window hooting together. The glow from Jackie’s screen illuminated an otherwise blank look as Rotana opened the door back outside to the hallway, no doubt ready to start feeling sorry for herself in the hot tub again. Jackie must have seen that firm, taut ass walk away a million times, but never with such a spoiled sashay. No wonder Denise began experimenting with so many sex toys lately.
“I don’t believe I walked out on your Christmas story when you were reading earlier, Rotana!” Jackie brought her hand to her mouth when Rotana arrived at a halt, positively fuming as she crushed the metal knob in her grip.
“It’s not a Christmas story, it’s an excuse for you to be horny again!” Rotana retorted.
“Well, can’t it be both?” Jackie bemused.
“Not if you’re going to keep writing me into your fantasies,” Rotana opened the door and aimed her ass at her friends with fire burning behind her hazel eyes. “You see this ass?
This
is one gift you aren’t getting!”
FRRRRPPPPTTT!!
A modestly mad fart left Rotana before she shut the door on the girls. The scent of butterscotch lingered while neither Jackie nor Denise so much as shuddered from the stink.
“Someone’s being a real Grinch now that Christmas is over,” Jackie chuckled.
“Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to ask her next time if she wants to be in a story like this?” suggested Denise.
“Oh, please! She’s just playing hard to get. No way she wouldn’t just blow a little stinker without trying to get us worked up,”
“I dunno, Rotana can be a little prickly…”
“Then at least I captured her essence well. Besides, it’s her loss that she left so soon. I was about to get to the part where you both come back to life fused together as a twelve-foot tall snu-snu lady, then start farting on everybody at the party and making them your gassy balloon slaves,” Jackie turned her tablet off before rising to her feet and squatting where she stood. Denise didn’t dare move as Jackie aimed her humbled bubble butt to her face, grinning from ear-to-ear. “Anyway, you might wanna lay on your back, Dennie! I think I feel my own bubble guts starting to act up!”
Denise squealed and fell flat on the floor when Jackie waddled over her; ass hovering above her face, fingers slipping underneath the waistband of her sweatpants.
“Hehehe, you’re the best girlfriend I could ever ask for!” Denise exclaimed.
“D’awww, you’re just saying that!”
“Yes I am!”