This story contains detailed descriptions of farting, and indirect but graphic descriptions of scat. Viewer discretion is advised.
Jessianne awoke to the sound of her radio alarm, quickly lowering the volume of the classic rock station. It was six-thirty, and time to prepare for the last day of school before Spring Break arrived. Outside the window, dawn was just barely approaching, a deep purple illuminating the sky while numerous stars twinkled still above. Pulling the covers back, she discovered that somehow she felt...different. Sometime during the night a change had occurred within her--initially she chalked it up to something she had eaten. This changed, however, when she realized that her feet were cold. Peering down at them, even only with the dim glow of her various electronics to guide her, she noticed that they poked out from underneath the blanket and off of the bed itself. Blinking in disbelief, she made certain that her head was against the headboard, which indeed it was. Jessianne had somehow grown--more than two feet from her original stature!
Sitting up on the side of her bed in a cold sweat, Jessianne leaned forward and rubbed her temples with her hands, trying to surmise what had happened to her, and, more importantly, what she would do now. It did not take long for a familiar sinister grin to creep across her face as she relished in a profound idea. With this new height, she could truly look down upon all of her subjects at Williams High. Perhaps even...persuade them more? Rising from her bed, she let her sheets fall back to the bed, exposing her nude figure. She'd always slept naked because she found clothes too restricting. Plus, flannel didn't usually survive more than a few weeks of being subjected to her torturous fumes. The light emitted from the router on her desk cast her curvy body in a blue hue as she made her way to the bathroom to ready herself for an eventful day.
Jessianne was lucky enough to have a bedroom with an en suite bathroom, and simply took a few strides across the carpeted floor to its door. Pushing it open, she flipped on a dim light to assist her in actually seeing what she was doing. In the mirror on the far wall, she was finally able to see exactly what she had become. The first change was obvious. Her height had skyrocketed from her meager 5' 9" to a towering 7' even. The next few transformations were less obvious. Her bust had grown, if only a tiny bit, but her back still noticed it. Nonetheless, they continued to be pert and perky. Moving down her body, another change had taken place. She'd grown slightly pudgier in the middle, barely enough to tell, but it was there. Reaching her butt, those two massive, milky white and freckled cheeks seemed to have developed a bit more than usual. She'd guess that the growth had added perhaps three inches to the size of her booty, but that was still something. The biggest change of all, however, was still to come.
Morning gas was something Jessianne was well acquainted with. Every day, whenever she'd wake up, she was greeted with bubbly guts, feeling full of farts, despite her constant nocturnal release. So, the pressure she felt in her belly at the moment was not entirely alien to her. But, like everything else this morning, it was different. The gas she detected within her seemed somehow more powerful, more expansive. So, naturally, she leaned over slightly to the right, lifted a leg, and pushed.
She surprised herself with how much force was behind that one, singular fart. The very power of it made her fleshy cheeks flap, and vibrated the nearby wall and tile flooring. Its very volume was leagues more than what she usually produced unfueled, lasting more than ten seconds. Then, rising up to meet her nose, the corrosive scent of her fart made itself known. It smelt of rotten cabbage, amplified with the stench of concentrated corpses. Her morning gas was never this bad, even on her worst days, and, being unprepared, Jessianne almost choked on her own fumes.
"Ack! Augh.....Damn, that's some strong funk...." she remarked, the fart having the unforeseen effect of waking up her senses.
"Heh, but that only means more profit~" she chuckled to the mirror evilly, relishing the next seven hours as she slipped on her glasses, which were sinkside, instantly unblurring her vision. Eyeing the toilet, she thought about going through with her usual routine, but the thought slipped her mind as she relished the idea of placing the school under even more duress.
After cleaning up in the bathroom, she returned to her bedroom, whereupon she rummaged through her drawers, trying to find an outfit large enough to contain her expanded figure. Finally, she found a pair of jeans that seemed to just fit her, along with a black shirt that looked good as a croptop. There were no panties that could still contain her, but it was fine, since she wasn't going to wear a pair anyway.
Walking back over to her nightstand, Jessianne grabbed her wallet, which was currently devoid of money. She convinced herself that it would be fat with cash by the time the last bell rang. The clock read six forty-five--time to head down for breakfast. Jessianne opened her bedroom door and started down the stairs to the kitchen. Every stair her butt counted with a short, loud fart. When she'd reached the bottom, the staircase reeked of the pungent odor of sixteen farts.
Entering the kitchen, Jess headed straight for the fridge, retrieving a Ziploc bag of hardboiled eggs. She put four in the microwave and, while she waited for her breakfast to heat up, she prepared her lunch. There wasn't much to do, since much of it was put together the night before, but she still needed to put the food into her lunchbox. So in went the rest of the eggs, along with a bacon sandwich. The microwave beeped, signaling breakfast time. Jess opened the door and scarfed down the eggs in record time, washing them down with a tall, ice cold glass of milk. She didn't remember when she'd bought the gallon, but it still smelled fresh, and that's all that mattered---right?
The oven clock read six fifty-five. Time to haul ass. Jess closed her black lunchbox and grabbed her messenger-style schoolbag and headed for the side door into the garage...
"Fuck!" Jessianne cussed aloud as she rubbed her forehead in pain, having forgotten to duck and smacking it into the door frame. On her second attempt she was successful, and she closed the door behind her as she made her way past the clutter to the garage door, and her bike. With a press of the button on the right side of the door, it began to open with a slow mechanical sound. Jess mounted her trusty steed. At least it didn't feel too much smaller. Before the door had fully opened, Jessianne had zipped out onto the driveway. She hung a right at the sidewalk and biked towards school. It was overcast now, and the sun was just barely in the sky. With a clear mind and a full belly, Jessianne knew that today was going to be a good day.
The door to the homeroom classroom creaked open, and everyone's eyes were glued to the monstrosity that walked in. Jess ducked the door frame and made herself known. The eleventh grader towered over the rest of the class, and this made the position she held an even more frightening concept. Striding up to the homeroom teacher--she was a substitute--Jess snidely remarked,
The acting teacher marked her as such without question. Jessianne found her seat in the back and slung her bag on the back of the seat. The desk-chair combo was never friendly to her body type, and now it was more than difficult to sit in--it was impossible. Instead, she sat on the top of the desk, ruler of all she surveyed.
By now, most of the class had put their attention back to the front, listening to morning announcements and such. But one student in particular continued to eye Jessianne, in a mix of confusion, curiosity, and horror.
Jess felt somebody staring at her, and scanned the classroom for the perpetrator. It didn't take long to find him. An average-sized boy with longish dirty blond hair--insignificant peasant. Metaphorically, Jess donned the robes of Queendom and shot a death glare at him. It frightened the boy, but didn't deter him. His stare came in harder. Obviously, this freshman didn't know his place. But that was fine--the Queen was about to show him the light.
Hopping off of the desk, Jess strode slowly and methodically towards him, her form-fitting jeans stretching and contorting with every step. She arrived at the offender's desk, looking down at him menacingly.
"Who d'ya think y'are, punk?" she asked coolly.
"I--I uh....Raymond..." came the weak reply.
"Okay Ray, d'ya know who I am?"
"Uh, n-not exactly..."
Just then, Jess' breakfast returned to haunt her. A grossly loud gurgle emanated from her bloated belly, and a pained but sinister grin painted itself on her face.
"Well, you're about to find out~" was the last remark she made, as her powerful right hand took hold of the top of Ray's head.
The small freshman was presented the whole of Jessianne's royal behind. He looked on in horror as the seven-foot tall junior pressed his face into the seat of her pants. Struggle as he might, he could not escape the bully's queenly grip. Then rang his death knell.
It was loud. It was long. It was....revolting. The nasty guff caught everyone's attention, most in initial shock, but quickly returning to their own business once they saw the situation at hand. Ray was convulsing in a coughing fit, his hands gripping his throat.
Another deep rumble from Jess' belly. Her victim could do nothing as she lifted a leg slightly and...
The thick scent of rotting produce forced itself into Ray's lungs, causing him to choke on the aftermath of the good Queen's recent meals. As the rancid stench dissipated throughout the room, others were affected by the toxin and all coughed and complained about it in some capacity. But they all knew better than to address Her Majesty directly.
Jessianne released Raymond's head, mercifully allowing him to retain some--relatively--untainted air.
"I'm gonna need reparations." she said matter-of-factly.
She turned around and knelt down to meet his height, her features darkened with anger.
"Money, kid. Give. Me. Your. Money. Or else..."
To prove her point, she grunted a messy, loud poot out of her ass--which was in another unfortunate student's face. Her classmate immediately fled to a different part of the classroom, panting.
Meanwhile, Raymond had gotten the point. His wallet practically flew out of his back pocket. Within seconds, Jessianne had made her first twenty bucks. A dark smirk appeared on her face as she uttered a line from one of her favorite anime characters.
"Know your place."
Then, just as menacingly as she had approached, she lumbered back to her seat, grabbing her bag's shoulder strap just as the bell rang to dismiss from Homeroom. Ray was the first out of the class.
Second Block. This was History, Jessianne's favorite subject. No one yet had made a complaint about her being freakishly tall--everyone knew not to mess with the Queen, especially now that she was in this state. She sat in the front of the class, and the person behind her hadn't said a word about not being able to see--they didn't even pick up and move. She sat on her knees, in such a position where her ass was hiked in the air and her head was propped up by her arms on the desktop. The whole class behind her could see her major case of plumber's crack, yet every lip was sealed. Because Jessianne was teacher's pet, Mr. Chase didn't complain either and went right along teaching about the Crimean War.
Maybe that milk wasn't so fresh after all. Jessianne felt a huge torrent of gas pass through her intestinal system, along with...something else. Wincing in slight pain, she decided that she'd try to take it easy with her favorite teacher. But the fact of the matter was that royalty waited for no one. Especially the bowels of said royalty.
A rank silent but deadly burned its way out of Jess' exhaust port. The superheated gas seemed to make an imprint on the jeans she wore as it made a painful exit, and a stinky entrance. The student behind her coughed and gagged, leaning below the desk to catch some true air. Mr. Chase simply rolled his eyes and glanced at his automatic air freshener plugged in behind his desk.
A small fart bubbled out of her massive ass. Small it may have been, but its meaty stench infected everyone within the space of five feet. By this time, the girl seated behind the Queen had quietly moved away. The people nearby simply pinched their noses or breathed through their mouths. No complaints were heard from them, not only because they were terrified of Jessianne and her reach of power, but because they hoped to copy off of her tests in the future and wanted to get in her good graces.
"Jessianne, since you seem to be off daydreaming, would you kindly answer me a question?"
Mr Chase peered at the abnormally tall teen with a bored expression.
Jessianne looked up, matching her teacher's countenance. "What's slappin', boss?"
"Who was the mother of modern nursing, as I had just explained?"
Without skipping a beat, "Florence fucking Nightingale."
Mr. Chase simply shook his head, disdainful, but impressed.
"Yes, without the profanity, Jessianne is absolutely correct. In fact..."
He went back into teaching his lesson, and the bully went back to trying to relieve her pressure.
Jess had to groan silently as this next stinker burst out of her asshole. The scent was heavy with week-old spoiled cheese, and she was sure that she felt a dampness between her cheeks. The students around her were forced to inhale the authoritative smell of royalty, and she didn't feel a lick of pity. Unless she deemed another worthy, none were even considered to be anything more than peasants who functioned as her personal ATMs. She even snickered with her next burst of gas, as the student seated next to her gagged visually.
Eventually, the dampness in her pants grew to such a level that Jessianne worried she'd blow through a perfectly good pair of jeans. Her hand went up, and Mr. Chase, knowing immediately what she wanted--and desiring to remove her from the classroom, simply nodded and kept talking. Jessianne rose from her desk and strode over to the door, her huge backside wobbling with every step she took. She ducked under the doorframe and exited into the hall.
The Queen walked calmly and briskly to her "personal" bathroom, cropdusting the whole way. Personal in the sense that it was a public restroom, but everyone with common sense avoided it because they all knew that it was where Jess took her victims--and her dumps. Exiting the stairwell, she noticed another student traversing the halls. Immediately, her eyes locked onto him, and her face twisted into a scowl. He hadn't noticed her yet, and was idling in front of the boy's bathroom, for some reason or other. As a Queen, she kept tabs on most of her--more or less--loyal subjects, and she recognized him on sight. Thomas. Owed? Eighty-five in cold hard cash, excluding a skyrocketing interest rate.
In moments, she was upon him, darkening the square of sunlight he stood in, prompting him to turn around. Jess wished she'd had a camera for the look on his face as he registered the size of his opponent, and, more importantly, her identity.
"Oh, H-hi Majesty..." he tried weakly.
The Queen's only response was her fist impacting her palm. Mercy was for schmucks, and she sure as shit wasn't a schmuck.
Her hand grasped his hair with an iron grip, and she physically dragged him to the girls' bathroom next door, much to his unfruitful protests. She practically threw him onto the hard tile floor as she deftly deadbolted the door. When she turned back, she stared right into his eyes, hers steely with smoldering anger.
"Didn't think I'd forget, didja? Wanted to stiff me, huh?" She stepped towards him, her seven-foot figure towering over his minuscule frame.
"N-no, My Queen I--"
"Shut up, you little shit!" Jess snapped, slamming the wall nearest her, cracking the tile. "You thought you could get away. Just one more week, and you'd be moving away, huh? Well, you're gonna pay what is owed, and you're gonna do it this week."
Thomas crawled back, but the Queen stepped forward, staring him down.
"In fact," she continued, "I've got a parting gift for you, consider it....in'scent'ive."
While she giggled at her own pun, her victim was frozen in terror. As if on cue, Jess' bloated belly gave a mighty roar.
"No, don't!" Thomas cried, "I'll do anything! Not this!"
Jessianne knelt down so that she was eye level with him, her booty almost touching the floor. Glaring him directly in the eyes, she delivered her next sentences in an even but forceful tone.
"You'll do what I say you'll do. Y'know why? Because I'm the Queen of Williams High, and you are a worthless piece of shit. Decent people keep their word. You failed to stay honest, and now you pay the price. Literally. Give me your pocket change."
Compelled to do so, Thomas has soon forked over forty greenbacks--enough to buy that new book Jess had seen on sale for a while now. A sharp pain ran through her gut and she clutched her stomach.
"Now, you get your punishment. Stall. Now." Jess barked in a commanding tone. Not one to argue with authority--especially the likes of which that were several feet taller than him--Thomas scampered into the nearest stall, leaving the door open for Queen Jess and her enormous ass to back in.
The bathroom stall was conventionally sized--six feet deep and four feet wide. Thomas' head was backed against the toilet bowl as he sat on the floor, cowering at Her Eminence. Jess' bowels groaned ominously as she began to squat, rubbing her distended torso in circles.
A short fart escaped Jess' round cheeks and pushed it's meaty scent into her victim's unwilling nostrils.
"Augh, no, please don't--"
Jessianne moaned aloud as a hefty blast of noxious fumes rippled her jeans and impacted Thomas' face with the stench of week old roadkill and bad chili. The awful odor filled the cubicle in seconds, subjecting both to the royal gas. Jess was unaffected, but her thrall thrashed with vigor, striving for clean air.
"Ahh," the Queen taunted, slowly unbuttoning her jeans, "Get a whiff of that. You like that, don't you? Want a closer view?"
"No!" Thomas choked, "No more, please!"
Jessianne slowly pulled down her tight-fitting jeans, exposing her bodacious behind in all of its unwashed, royal glory. Spreading her huge cheeks, Thomas was greeted with a stench that reeked of horrors inhuman. He tried to plug his nose, but it did nothing--he could still taste the rotten funk. At first, it seemed that the Queen's ass was getting larger....then it hit him.
Thomas' head was pressed against the porcelain bowl, his face quickly enveloped by Jess' impossibly rotund booty meat. His nose squelched up to her disgusting asshole, which she kept au naturel. Jessianne cackled evilly as her gut churned with gas and other materiel.
"Ahaha! How's that? Enjoying the view? I know I would!"
A bubbly wet fart expressed a warm, damp air directly into Thomas' face. Because of the sheer mass of Jess' advanced ass, it formed a seal, forcing him to inhale the rancid scent of unkempt sewer, the only air he had available. His screams were muffled as the Queen grunted forth another stink bomb.
Thomas struggled for oxygen as the nearly pure methane filled his lungs. Slowly, his head slid up and onto the toilet seat as the Queen took her throne.
"Ugh....that milk did a number on me....went right through me." she complained. "But you can take it, right? Of course you can!"
An extremely wet, toxic fart spread itself over Thomas' face, an odor which even the Queen's subordinates couldn't hope to produce on their gassiest days. It was practically facemelting, and this was exactly what her victim felt as he retched--unproductively--at her nasty emission.
"Ah, fuck.....I think I'm coming down with the runs! Hope you can stand my stank~!" Jess chided in a playful manner, pressing on her bloated, gurgling midsection.
Queen Jess showed authority over her throne, sharting directly into the 'seat', spraying horrid fluids all over poor Thomas' face. It would seem that, in her growth, the Queen had gained more domain in the field of creating a stink, as this one even surpassed her own previous talents. To add insult to injury, she slowly ground her ass into his face, smearing her 'gift' everywhere.
Another shart thickened Jessianne's butt air by a magnitude of ten. Thomas was choking on the ungodly fumes, and his body, which was fighting so valiantly before, was weakened and convulsed under the might of Queen Jess' fat ass.
"Ugh....I think I need t'take a dump...." she complained, pressing her lower bowels.
"Mmmpf! Nmmmf! Nnnnn!" came the muffled screams of her throne. Jessianne paid no mind. After all, nobody talks back to chairs, right?
A revolting shart that yielded a little more than 'just gas'. It stunk like nothing else did...perhaps year-old food waste left to its demise in the Sahara.
"Oooh! That one burnt my ass!" she groaned aloud to no one in particular. Sniffing the air, the raunchy smell of her previous farts had dissipated somewhat, which meant all of her gas was going directly into the throne. Jessianne shifted her weight to get comfy, increasing the pressure on her victim's head.
The Queen's farts and sharts gave way to the main event--thick brown turds stretched her repugnant anus and impacted the surface of her throne, which renewed his cries for clemency. They were, of course, ignored. Jess managed to make an output of at least two feet worth of sticky logs before the next wave hit her hard.
A torrent of liquified shit squelched out of Jess' royal asshole, making the interior of her crack slick with the malodorous waste.
"Oooh, ungh! Yeah, fuck!" Jessianne moaned and grunted again as a second blast of foul-smelling liquid splattered against the chair--Thomas' face.
Speaking of, it didn't seem her thrall was responding to any stimulus whatsoever. Queen Jess rocked her hips between her sprays and, indeed, he was out cold. The bully snickered sinisterly.
"Teaches him to stiff me...." she muttered.
The Queen continued to relieve herself until her gut was sufficiently emptied. After which, she cleaned up the excess shit in her crack, and wiped off just enough from her seat so that the coroner needn't come the next day. As a parting idea, she decided to raid his pockets for anything valuable. She found another fifty bucks hiding in his back pocket.
"Sucker never learns. I always find out...always."
Jessianne exited the stall as briskly as she had entered, swiping the hall pass she'd rested on a nearby sink. Turning the lights out and disengaging the deadbolt, she left Thomas, her debtor, to come to his senses much later...
The alarm went off. Six-thirty. Jess sat bolt upright in bed, immediately realizing what had happened.
"Goddammit!" she cussed, as she realized any money she'd attained in the dreamworld was gone.
"Goddammit!" she yelled again, as she also realized that any height or growth she'd accumulated while in slumber was now redacted.
"Fuck!" was her final outburst as she became privy to the knowledge that the only reality of her dreams were her emissions, and she now had to buy new sheets.