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There was one unspoken rule of the Gutbuster gym, and that was to never ever piss off Diana. She was the strongest, buffest and tallest person within the area. She was seven feet tall and built like a tank. She could lift a person as easily as she could a weight and often would as she would often act as the bouncer, removing anyone who was giving the others a hard time. And there was one other thing she was known for, perhaps even more so than her strength and size. She had some incredibly powerful farts, strong enough that some of the newer patrons thought there had been a minor earthquake if they stood too close to her.

But unfortunately, she had taken a week away to visit some distant family. It was for Thanksgiving and during that time a new girl joined the gym. Patricia or more commonly Trish or Trisha (depending on the person) was the richest girl in the town, her father owning the local supermarket alongside a few other locations. She, as expected for many girls of that background, was a horrendous bitch. Any little thing she could insult someone for, she would. Too fat, too tall or short. Even Things such as glasses where a target for Her abuse.

The gym had become almost empty in that time. No one wanted to be around Trisha, only the most dedicated of members bared her brunt. But it was all to change as at the entrance stood Diana. The front desks attendants jaw immediately dropped. “Oh, thank goodness your back. This awful brat keeps coming here. She’s driving everyone away. Please can you… deal with her?”

“Come now. I’m sure she can’t be that bad.” The tall woman smiled as she greeted the receptionist. Despite her strength, the woman was a very warm and friendly individual. She just had rather strict standards of decency.

The receptionist shook her head “I wouldn’t be so sure. Come meet her, I’m sure you shall get along just great.” She said sarcastically. The Amazon was brought along and shown to the brat. She was barely five feet, coming below Diana’s chest. She also had a rather flat chest and not much in the ass. Everything was on the most show it could be however with skin-tight yoga pants and a pink sports bra. This contrasted with Diana’s long white shirt and tracksuit bottoms both long and loose. She didn’t have anything to prove. Although her belly was a little bigger than usual, bloated by a Thanksgiving dinner.

Diana approached Trisha with a warm smile “good morning! I’m a regular of the place I thought I’d come say hello as we haven’t yet…”

“Whatever, get out of my face you overgrown whore.” The brat interrupted her, before she went back to her workout of sitting on her phone occupying space. Diana was absolutely taken aback by this, even people she thrown out had more dignity and tact than her.

“Excuse me your precious little bit…”

“You are excused. Now leave.” The girl batted away the woman. Diana began to grow more and more frustrated that she accidentally let slip a small fart. For her. The blast left her ass, causing her clothes to billow .it knocked off the pink and white cap from the brat’s head. “What… the fuck was that?”.

“Pardon me… I farted.” Diana admitted with a shy blush on her. Trish had none of it though. She stood up and pushed against the Amazon quite ineffectively.

“You gross nasty bitch! I felt that.” The brat got aggressive with her. And this was Diana’s last straw. She picked up the girl and tossed her hard to the ground. “you’re gonna be a bitch… let’s have the air coming out of you smell as bad as it sounds.” She taunted as she pealed back her own tracksuit to expose her massive plump ass which the Amazon set down on the brat’s face before she could recover from the fall.

The stronger woman waited eagerly for the muffled grunts of confusion from her captive audience. Trish could not move her head away but grew frantic when she felt that her open mouth surrounded the amazon’s asshole. “how’s this a fowl mouth?” the top woman asked down before letting loose a single fart.

Within an instant a massive pocket of air sunk down through the asshole and down into Trisha’s throat. In a mere second, her belly jumped forward, going from perfectly flat all the way out to a fully pregnant size. The brats’ hands where desperately holding onto her stomach trying to push it back to its size. The skin was already taught like a balloon, but Diana wasn’t done.

She took her hands and pushed against her own muscular gut causing fart after fart to gush out of her. Each one muffled by Trisha's cheeks, also making them puff slightly before the gas travelled down into her belly. It inflated her more and more, going far outside any normal belly size beyond the severely obese. But there was no flab. The skin was tight and round like a balloon. More and more of her tender flesh was revealed as her bra was pushed up, between her breasts and belly.

The bratty balloons hands flapped at the toned thighs of Diana, but it barely made a mark on her skin. The Amazon lent down and gently smacked her victims bloated belly and it immediately tuned a deep red and pulsed with the intense pressure within it. It let out a gurgle alongside in protest. But the lady didn’t stop her ass-ault   and continued to pump fart after fart into the brat’s belly. It surprised the Amazon when the belly began to rub against her knees it was so large. “My me. You’re starting to look as big as me. Well. Still just as fragile. With all that money, your still just a little … bratty… balloon.” She teasingly poked the big gut in front of her.

Soon However, it wasn’t just Trish’s belly getting bigger. Diana noticed as the brats’ legs began to rise and looked over to investigate. Her ass had already become ample and as if to test, the Amazon let out another hard fart. Her suspicions were confirmed with Patricia’s ass surging outwards making a rip within the fabric which exposed pink panties underneath. “Was you expecting someone later?” Diana asked with a smug grin. “I don’t think so after this. “

Fart after fart gushed down the girl’s throat, filling her belly even more. The skin surrounding the smack mark began to turn red too as her skin was slowly losing the fight against the pressure. The slaps became more and more frequent from Trish, but it still accomplished nothing at all. If anything, it made Diana madder and therefore push harder. The woman delicately rubbed the taught skin feeling it creak more and more. Just enjoying messing with her captive.

However, the fun times came to a slow end, the bloating Diana had been experiencing was all but gone and her belly was back to its toned usual self. “Shame. I’m all out of gas. I was just starting to have fun.” She mumbled. However, the crowd that had formed to watch didn’t want it to end. A few volunteered snack bars and the like however one man came forward with a massive, litre sized jug of protein shake. “Here… take this and give her it to her. told her.

Without a word Diana took it and shrugged down every drip of the shake. Her belly bulged outwards to twice as big as it was when she entered, her abs still visible if pushed out. “Mmm. I can feel it… and soon so shall you.” Diana teased further as her belly let out a loud gurgle. It audibly bubbled as her gut began to make more and more gas. While no one could see it as it was buried under Diana’s fat ass, Trish looked very nervous indeed. And it was for a very good reason.

“Bet your jealous of my belly .... It I can still wrap my hands around it. I think it be easier to wrap your belly around you!” Diana teased further. It was only a few moments in all until another fart ran into the girl’s belly. And then another and another becoming a near constant stream. The girls belly surged out further and further forcing Diana’s legs apart wide. Stretch marks began to appear on the skin of the ballooning brat as she got close to the edge. Her skin creaked audibly, just louder than the muffled farting. Patricia’s skin only got brighter and deeper. Her yoga bottoms had entirely ripped off exposing her fleshy ass which itself was also red and covered in marks. “You came to tone that ass? Talk about blowing up in your face.” The Amazon teased one last time before squeezing every ounce of fast into the brat.

Trisha’s body surged forward, the biggest jump yet. Her belly could fit her old self within it. Her ass cheeks rivalled yoga balls before she exploded completely, leaving nothing but her clothes on the ground.

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