Giantess Fart Unaware Novels & Stories

BLOGGER’S OFFICE – NEXT MORNING The office was small but modern—glass partitions, whiteboards filled with scribbled names and arrows, phones ringing in intervals, and the faint buzz of multiple monitors running all at once. At the far end of the room, a young woman with sharp eyes and a short pixie cut—Adaora, better known as “GistGoddess” to the public—clicked open an encrypted email flagged as “Anonymous Submission – High Priority.” The subject line read: “THE KAREEM BABY SCANDAL – REAL FATHER EXPOSED.”

I try to breathe through my mouth, but it doesn’t help. My stomach twists. I need to pee, but I can’t bring myself to use the toilet in front of everyone. “Ew gross,” a big woman says from the toilet. She walks over to the one who threw up, grabs her by the hair and drags her over to the corner. “You fucking pig. Clean your mess.” The drunk woman staggers onto her knees, and does her best to clean everything up with toiletpaper and water from the basin, but it's not good enough for the big woman.

She had seen enough crime dramas to know. “Hmmm.” She scoffed. Folding her hands on the table, whilst trying to stiffen her butthole from releasing the deadly fart she had held for about 30 minutes, the door opened suddenly— making her fart uncontrollably. Thankfully, it was silent. So the damage was minimal, but the look on the officers faces showed that the rotten egglike smell was definitely deadly. Karma laughed in her head, whilst trying to maintain a sober composure on the outside.

Stupid and childish. I felt so insignificant next to all these magical people that could do such unbelievable things. I mean last night I watched someone shift into a giraffe to retrieve a child’s frisbee that got caught on top of a cabin. Then she just scampered off like it was no big thing. What could I do? Burn a grilled cheese? Make the Vulcan salute? Really though, what do I even have to offer? Oh yeah, my uterus. Fucking ovaries anyhow. By lunchtime I was practically begging Cassandra to tell the three remaining men that I’d died. My eyes fell over her list and saw Liam was the very last one.

His arms stretched wide, face scrunched in intense concentration, complete with sound effects that were far louder than anything permitted at cruising altitude. A flight attendant paused mid-aisle and gave him a look that said I am trying very hard to be patient, but this is testing me. Lucas, blissfully unaware of both social cues and authority figures, zoomed past her with a triumphant whoooooosh, narrowly missing someone’s elbow. I bit my lip to keep from laughing. I failed. Well, partially. A small, undignified snort escaped, and I immediately pretended to cough, because dignity, once lost, must at least be mourned.

There was an awkward silence between us as we headed for the elevator, maybe just from my side. My head was too busy trying to comprehend everything that had just happened, I could still feel the moisture between my legs as I walked. It was so embarrassing to walk out of the cafeteria without panties, especially since I was wearing this orange body-hugging elastic gown. With a close look, anyone could tell that I wasn’t putting on panties. Good lord! The embarrassment making it even obvious I cursed Maxwell endlessly in my mind. What other silly ideas did this man have? He was so good at it that you could tell it wasn’t his first time. Maybe he enjoys harassing women, of course with their co

"But guys... Even if we get caught some time or one day and we get thrashed by our parents or whosoever... Let's not by any slight chance regret it, that's why we'll pull our legs and burn our voices till we can't scream... Let's make it a party amongst parties, we have everything here, wine, ciders, beers, champagne, gin and tonic everything, as soon as she mentioned the 'gin and tonic ' everyone laughed and screamed with joy. Just as they were… Just out of nowhere a girl stood up, walked to the refrigerator, opened the crisper drawer (which had a couple bananas in it) pulled down her pants and proceeded to squat and piss in the crisper. Nobody stopped her when they saw what was going on be

Instead, I was standing in front of my mirror like a dumbass, tearing apart my closet for the third time that evening and panicking over every possible scenario that could go wrong tonight. "What if he takes one look at me and laughs?" I muttered, holding up a dress that screamed prom reject. I tossed it onto the growing pile on my bed, and facepalmed myself. "Or worse, what if I fart during sex? Do people even fart during sex? Holy shit, what if I fart during sex?" I pressed my hands to my face and groaned, then I looked at my reflection and said, "God, Ellie, shut the fuck up."

She sneered with a smug smile, but before she could conclude– she grabbed onto her abdomen. “Ah..." “What's wrong?" I asked framing innocent. A concerned frown engraved on my face, as I grabbed onto her arm. She shuffled me to the side. “I'm fine," She declared coldly, but just then a surge of pain appeared to have reaped through her tommy. Just then a pang of uncontrolled fart broke those her ass. The smell was vail, an odor that surpassed anything I had ever inhaled before. It smelled like rotten eggs, mixed with a decayed animal.

" The man says and walks off, while I laugh softly. The next thing I know, I've got my cell phone in my hand, calling Allison four times and when she answers, I'm already talking. "I'm in the parking lot of a snack bar, I let out farts so powerful that the stench invaded the inside of the bar and a security guard even came to see if I was okay, you had to see it, I bet you'd never be able to fart that powerful..." I'm proud of my achievement. "Hi, Oliver." She says in a strange voice, sounding sad.