She's Poppin'

Pff... swell ... pff ... swell ... pff ... swell!

With each fart, her fleshy buns shimmied and bloated up ever so slightly, rising higher and higher.

"What the hell?" She pulled and yanked on the hem of her skirt, trying to keep it from riding up too far, but she could already feel that the very bottom of her butt was exposed. Heart thudding with apprehension, Tessa unlocked the car and opened the door.

"Tessa!" A voice called.

Tessa twirled around hoping that whoever it was hadn't seen her butt popping out of her dress. It was Logan heading toward her at a brisk walk with his hand up. She tucked a lock of rich brown hair behind her ear and smiled shyly.

"Hey," she called back, brushing her hands across her short skirt, down and around the curve of her wide birthing hips. Logan stopped out of breath just a few feet in front of her.

"I'm sorry about today," he panted and then gave a nervous chuckle. "That was pretty awkward."

Tessa frowned and blushed with humiliation. "Oh," she said, then turned to get into her car.

"No, wait!" Logan added. Tessa decided to turn around and entertain whatever he had to say, and he was lucky she was giving him that much after such an ignorant comment.

"I'm listening," she said with an air of annoyance and folded her arms across her bosom.

"I really just wanted to invite you to a party at my place this weekend. It's tomorrow night actually," he said and ran a hand through his hair. "I'd just ... like to get to know you." His feet shifted anxiously on the asphalt and she couldn't help but find him adorable. What was the harm?

"I'll be there," she said with a reluctant smile.

"Awesome! It's at Sigma Nu, do you know where that's at?"

"That big white house on Chestnut Street?"

"That's the one!"

"That's just around the corner from the dorms, where I live," Tessa smiled.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow night then?"

Tessa gave a timid nod and backed up into the driver's seat but she quickly realized that it would be more of a challenge than she expected. The sheer mass of her hips, thighs, and ass couldn't squeeze into her car!

"I um ..." she said as she stood up awkwardly and tried another angle. "I just gotta -- oof!" Her butt lodged between the seat and the steering wheel. Frustrated and embarrassed, she wiggled herself free. "I'm sorry, it's just a tight fit is all," she said to Logan who was standing like a deer in the headlights.

"Well, here, let me help." He stepped forward and leaned into her car. Tessa stood aside and watched as he began sliding the seat back. A familiar grumbling stirred in her abdomen and she winced, holding a fist to her stomach. Not here, not now! But the pressure rapidly grew and strained uncomfortably in her belly.

Finished with her seat, Logan stood with his hand outstretched, gesturing for her to try it out.

Tessa bent down with her butt sticking into the car and plopped it on the seat with an emphatic rip: Thbpbpthpt! Her cheeks flared out beneath her and widened all the more. Each one rippled with the expelling gas, barely contained by her straining skirt. She bore down a bit, easing into the fart and the relief it brought her.

Pfft...pfft...pud-pud-pud.

She looked up through her eyelashes at Logan who appeared to be a bit bewildered as he awkwardly looked around, trying not to acknowledge what had just happened.
"Thank you," Tessa said and hurriedly shut the car door. She watched with her face reddening as Logan turned and walked away.

Before she could even ponder what had just happened, more gas accumulated in her belly.

"Oh, please, no more!" She cried, then held her breath and squeezed out the air with a few high pitched toots. "Ahh," she exhaled, and gagged at the stench. "Gah, this reeks so bad!"

Grrruggle, gurggle

"Oh!" Tessa winced and leaned forward.

Prrrft .... Poot-poot-thrrrrrp ....

With each juicy fart, her ass shivered and inched out further and further. "Oh-oh-oh no!" thrthrupp. She whined in dismay as she forced more air out.

Grrrrroan.

"How-how-how much is in thereoooo--" she cringed.

Prfffl pfffeeee p-p-p-put. In need of fresh air, she managed to hold a fart in long enough to roll down her window. Plurp!

Tessa caught her breath as her bout of gas petered out and finally stopped.

She was scared to look down and see the damage that these damn farts had done to her body. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath of fresh autumn air and let her shaking hands go first, hesitantly wandering down and around the wide arch of her hips. Out, out, out, they went as she followed their edge with her fingers. The farther out she felt, the more painfully obvious it was that she had some serious curves. No, not just curves, she was curvaceously curvy. Down and along the soft right butt cheek that was squished against the center console, and the left one that was squished against the car door.

"Oh my God," she recoiled and lifted her hands, shaking them in a panic with her eyes squeezed tightly closed. "Oh my God, oh my God! Okay, okay. Just look, it's okay."

With a long resolved exhale through her pursed lips she reluctantly looked down and gasped. Her thunder thighs were wedged together leading up to her broad, pudgy hips. Sprawling out on the car seat beneath her were her big butt cheeks! A poor sundress skirt was no match for the fat that overflowed from beneath the hem. Every inch of the seat she was sitting on was taken up by her butt.

She quickly made an attempt to stave off her panic. "It's okay, I'm just curvier than most girls. Yeah, yeah, that's right! I'm, like, almost twice as big as Emily that means twice as many tips, doesn't it! Boys love girls with thick butts." Tessa began to calm a bit at her own pep talk, but she knew this was bordering on the ludicrous.
New clothes and Gas X. That was first on the agenda.

Chapter Five:

Tessa drove to the nearest Target, thanking her lucky stars that her gas had eased up. Before she went inside the store, she grabbed an oversized hoodie that she had left in her passenger seat and tied the arms around her waist. The same hoodie that had hidden her non-existent butt just a few days before, was now the only saving grace she had to retain some form of dignity as she marched into Target with her new, gargantuan rear end.

She opened her car door and shimmied her butt, wiggling and bumbling her way out of the front seat until she stood upright in the parking lot. Getting in and out of her car was going to be quite the task from now on. One attempt to squeeze her pear-shaped body out and she was already flustered!

Even as she stood there on the asphalt she could sense the sheer heft of all the junk that was packed onto her hips, butt, and thighs. The knee-length skirt of her sundress seemed to have shrunk down to mini skirt proportions. Tessa fiddled with her hoodie, twisting and stretching it so that it fell over her shelf and covered the lower part of her ass that was hanging out.

With that, she headed for the front entrance, portly thighs chafing and rubbing as she shuffled along, hips swaying. Tessa wondered how other big-booty girls got anywhere in a hurry! It took all her energy just to lug herself into Target.

Inside the store, she made her way to the clothing department. Curious onlookers let their gaze linger a little too long on her generous rump as she teetered among the countless racks of blouses and dresses and shelves upon shelves of jeans. She had no clue what her size was by now, and the weird looks from everyone around her were starting to wear on her self esteem.

"Can I help you with something?" Tessa turned to find a smiling associate.

"I'm looking for a pair of jeans or something that provides a bit more ... coverage."

"Perfect, and what size were you looking for?"

The dreaded question. "I'm not sure actually," Tessa said.

"Well, let's get you measured," the associate said. She led Tessa to a counter outside of the dressing rooms and pulled out a measuring tape. Gulping with the humiliation of being measured around her broad hips and butt, Tessa tried not to think too much about how the associate must have been judging her.

"You're pretty close to 48 inches in the hips so I'd recommend a size 20 wide."

Tessa's jaw dropped. "A 20?!"

"Yeah, they're found in our plus size department," the associate pointed in some direction as she wrapped up the measuring tape.

"PLUS size?"

The words and numbers swirled and combined and knocked around her head leaving her absolutely flabbergasted. Obviously girls with big butts required bigger jeans but she figured that meant a size 14, maybe even a size 16 for the extra well-endowed, but a 20?!

"I'm sorry, would you like me to go get a pair for you to try on?" The associate graciously offered. Tessa nodded.

Reality hit her even harder when she locked herself in the dressing room with the actual size 20 jeans in her hands. There was so much denim! Her ballooning hips were voluptuous and curvy, and as she held the big pair of jeans before her in the mirror, she noted that they actually might fit.

Tessa untied her hoodie and slipped her big ol' thighs into the new jeans, pulling them out and over in order to squeeze in her ass. At last she yanked them up her super-sized hips and buttoned them closed. She turned in the mirror, this way and that. Sure, she looked very bottom heavy, she had a huge ass, after all - but she also just had a huge ass: something weighty and disproportionate and even a bit flubbery, but not too laughably outrageous.

The jeans hugged her in the right places with comfortably stretchable denim that kept her well contained and out of the realm of absurdity. This might not be so bad. Everyone out there was probably staring because they were so envious of her curves. Actually, with a little bit of flair, her big badonk could even be sexy!

Tessa wiggled her butt sensually, she dropped her ass low and waved her body up, she arched her back and pushed out her rear, then turned over her shoulder with a smoldering look on her gorgeous face. Damn, she be poppin'! A giggle escaped her lips. She was a bit worried before with her ass hanging out, but in these jeans her confidence soared! Now she was going to be the most bootylicious bitch at Logan's party.

Grrrrrug.

"Oh no," Tessa whispered.

She put both hands across her gut, painfully restraining another surge of gas that was intensifying in her bowels. If she let even the tiniest puff of air seep out of her asshole, she might add another half an inch around her lower body! Oh, who was she kidding? This was a BIG one and she would be lucky to escape it without packing on another 6 inches! She was already walking a fine line between the bodacious and the ridiculous, this gas was going to send her over the edge!

Tessa looked in the mirror at her reflection, mournfully, helplessly. That sexy, curvy booty was about to blow up and there was nothing she could do to stop it! She bent over at the middle, sticking her rear out behind her and tensed up with her eyes closed, forcing out the juicy fart.

Prrrrrroooooooop!

Her ass cheeks shook and wiggled as they expanded outward, pushing hard against the confines of the denim.

"Oh, ah, oh!" she breathed heavily when she was done, but the constriction of the jeans were practically suffocating her. Tessa tilted to and fro in the mirror, feeling like a sausage about to burst from its casing. The fat of her lower body was straining against the seams of her size 20 jeans! One wrong move and she might bust out of them altogether.

Grrrrrum grrrrruggle.

More gas!? Tessa had no time to think. Without warning, the farts began erupting, ripping one by one out of her asshole.

Phrrrt, plup!

The inner seam along her left thigh began to break apart.

Prrrrrum, prum-prum-phrrrrrr!

Her right outer seam tore and split.

Thbrbrbth, thbrbrbth!

Ping! The button of her jeans popped off and flung itself at the mirror!

"Oh!" Tessa cried and took a breath. Then, she held it and bore down again watching in the mirror as her ass grew, and grew.

Th-th-th-thub! Thrrrrup!

Riiiip!

At long last, the middle seam of her jeans gave way and out burst her plump and burgeoning, paunchy and blubbery, preposterous butterball buttcheeks! Horrified, Tessa reached her hands back and grasped a handful of the squishy, doughy fat that was overflowing from her tattered size 20's. The fat of her thickened thighs was bulging out of countless fraying tears and her outspread birthing hips absolutely exploded from the waistband that had ripped and loosened.

This was NOT sexy, it was bizarre. She was so FAT that she looked like a stupid pear-shaped clown! Tessa covered her face with her hands, not bearing to see herself in the mirror - and sobbed.

Tessa held a hand over her mouth.

“I’m a fatass! Oh, no I’m a fatass!” She turned in shock to see her side-profile. Her dress was no longer a dress - the awkward skirt stuck straight out all around her, only drawing more attention to her poor ass and hips that it rested on, jutting out behind her.

“Is everything okay in here, ma’am? How do you like the jeans?”

“Oh!” Tessa wiped the tears off her face then unlocked the door for the sales associate. “I’m sorry, I just -- I suffer from bloating.”

The sales associate’s eyes widened when she saw just how gargantuan Tessa’s lower body was. Not to mention the destroyed merchandise she was wearing -- and that smell. She winced and turned away as if the stench was searing her nostrils. Was she being dramatic? Or had Tessa gone nose blind to the tangy rank in the air?

“Can you re-measure me by any chance?” Tessa tried to give a sweet smile, but there was an obvious hint of despair behind it.

The associate wrinkled her nose in disgust, but she pulled out her measuring tape and wrapped it around Tessa. Well, tried to anyway. Time and time again the tape slipped out of her hands until at long last she got it wrapped around Tessa’s enormous hips.

“61 inches so we’re looking at a 32 wide, maybe a 34.”

Tessa nodded somberly. “Okay,” she sniffed and brushed away a stray tear. “Okay.”

“I’m sorry, we don’t carry jeans in that size. You’ll have to special order them.”

“Do you have anything stretchy? Something like yoga pants?”

The associate nodded. “Yeah, let me go grab you some!” she said and rushed away eagerly - almost too eagerly. Tessa sniffed the air and caught a faint whiff of rotten eggs.

Chapter Six:

The XXL yoga pants in the plus size department were tight around Tessa’s rear end. She shimmied and struggled to pull them up over her thighs and butt. By the time she got them hiked up, the waistband was digging uncomfortably into the fat of her hips, the fabric was stretched so thin that every lump beneath it was showing, and she didn’t want to move in case she popped a seam and spilled out everywhere. Still, it was the best she could hope for until she ordered new pants.

Tessa left the dressing room, narrowly making it through as her hips brushed the sides of the doorway. With a lot of huffing and puffing she got her massive thighs moving and waddled her way to the counter in her skin-tight yoga pants.

“Can I pay for these jeans? I’m really sorry they were ruined," she offered.

“No, no, don’t worry about it,” the associate said, taking the shredded denim from her. “We’ll just file them away as damaged, it’s fine.”

“Thanks.” Tessa once again gave her heavy body some forward momentum and tottered her way to the pharmacy with her butt protruding and jostling side-to-side. The men she passed cringed when they saw her whopping behind. The women gave her sad sympathetic looks as if her beautiful face was wasted on such a strangely shaped body. The children just giggled quietly to themselves and Tessa couldn't help but feel like a circus freak on display. Their sideways glances were making her head spin! Everyone’s laughing at me, they think I’m a freak! What the hell did I do to deserve this?!

The fluorescent lights weren’t helping either as she perused the gas relief section. In her dizzy haze, she somehow managed to grab a box of Gas X and turn to leave - but not without banging her fat hip into the shelf and knocking over four rows of Tum’s.

“Oof!” She stumbled forward, reaching to rub the ache out of her soft hip as Tums clattered and spilled on the floor. It was enough pain and sudden noise to snap her back to reality. A middle aged woman next to her in the aisle stepped back as round, colorful tablets scattered about her feet.

“Sorry,” Tessa said giving an apologetic look.

The woman slid her glasses down her nose and looked at Tessa over the wire frames with pure indignation, as if some spilled Tums was an absolute insult to her very existence.

“Why don’t you watch where you’re going! Someone’s going to slip on those now!” She snapped.

Tessa clenched her fists at the bitch’s remark. “I said I was sorry, you don’t have to be so nasty!”

“Excuse ME?” The woman put a hand to her chest. “I am not the one who so rudely and recklessly made a mess where other people have to walk!”

“Then don’t walk here!” Tessa snapped right back.

The woman’s mouth hung open with outrage and she stepped toward Tessa, pointing straight at her with an accusatory finger. Tessa’s heart thumped wildly as the raging customer sneered and snarled. “You ought to put a ‘wide load’ sign on that JUMBO behind of yours, little girl, so the rest of us don’t have to be subject to your big. FAT. hazardous. ASS!”

“Oh!” Tessa growled. She had to be the bigger person here. Well … she was the bigger person here - or at least the wider one - but she had to be the adult. Resolved to avoid a confrontation, Tessa stepped away from the woman only to feel a rumble vibrate in the depths of her stomach. Her eyes widened in horror as a wet flup-flup-flup-flup! puttered out of her butt, each one packing another half inch of width onto her lower body. The seams of her pants were stretching to their max now, Tessa could hear the snap of a few threads.

“Disgusting!” The woman cried as she walked away, holding her nose. “What is wrong with you?!”

Tessa took her opportunity and waddled off to the cash register with the Gas X. All the way back to her car she was popping tablets, hoping to stave off more farts. It took a solid ten minutes to wiggle herself into her car and even when she managed to get the door closed, she felt like dough in a can of biscuits! Rolls upon rolls of lumpy fat were pinched and squeezed and stuffed tight, overflowing from her seat.

Ring, ring, ring! Tessa grabbed her phone.

“Emily?" Tessa wasn't scheduled to work until tomorrow. Confused, she clicked the green button. "Hello?” Tessa answered, still out of breath from the workout it took to pack herself into her car.

“Tessa, we’re having a rush of customers and I need your help at the cafe.” Emily sounded short of breath.

Tessa glanced down at her body, already blushing with the thought of showing her fat ass in public again. There was no way she could just quit and never work, though. At some point she would just have to hit the gym and make the most of her predicament until she could work off the chub. Besides, who's to say the men at the cafe wouldn't find it to be sexy?

“I’ll be there,” Tessa said and popped another Gas X.

Emily was right about the rush. The Winslow Bros. Cafe. parking lot was full and the line of people waiting to order was starting to snake out of the entrance! Tessa parked her car and pushed the door open.

“OOF!” Her hips and fat exploded out in the open. She really was like a can of biscuits under pressure! With a lot of effort, she managed to heft her weight up and out of the car.

“There!” She sighed and stuffed her box of Gas X into the waistband of her yoga pants. Then, she brushed her skirt down. It definitely didn’t stay down with fat protruding all around her, though. The poofy material flared straight out around her. Well, all she could do was accept the strange look and make her way inside. "Ugh!" She groaned as she hefted her legs forward, one after the other with thick thighs rubbing.