Farting Contest: Zaria vs Nukilla

Welcome to the first (Non-cannon) Farting contest!!! (With my characters).

This was a story request from involving Zaria and Nukilla. Then by surprise, Drew a picture for the story!!!

And now here they are for you all to enjoy! We hope you enjoy!

*Warning!* If you dont like it... i will find you...

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At the home of Leshawk, two girls, were over for the weekend just for a little visit. Zaria; the voluptuous warrior princess of unmatched beauty, and Nukilla; the tall, busty, red skinned alien from space. For the weekend they would spend most of their time eating, playing games, eating, hanging out, and of course eating.

Zaria and Nukilla stood in awe at the remarkable assortment of food in front of them. In Leshawk’s home, the dining room specifically, the room was packed from corner to corner with large dining tables. Though one wouldn’t know they were tabled for they were literally hidden from site with the mountainous landscape of dishes set upon them. A note was left on the outer most tables, where the only opening of the room was. It was obviously left for the girls so Zaria instinctually picked it up and read it.

EAT!
From, Les

The girl’s exchanged looks and looked back at the food. Without a second thought the girls more or less dived into feast fit for a king, and his family, and his friends, and the rest of his kingdom. Nukilla and Zaria started on either side of the room, working on the meat first and foremost. Nukilla ripen turkey legs, chicken breasts, and pork ribs from their ‘owners’ and tore into them ravenously with her teeth like a mad animal. Zaria on the other hand was tossing whole chickens into her mouth and practically swallowing them whole.

It took no time for Nukilla’s belly to expand, beginning to stretch out and form into a turkey sized ball of tight red flesh. If she were eating at Zaria’s pace, her gut would already have been large enough to accommodate a set of full grown men. Of course on the other side of the meal, Zaria kept her voluptuous athletic figure. Even after she devoured two of the several chocolate volcano cakes. The cake was 3 times larger than an expansive wedding cake yet she devoured it in a fraction of the time an entire army of hungry men could.

*Few hours later*

Nukila lied on her side on top of the table spread. Her massively engorged belly packed with several hundred pounds of food within it. Miraculously the empty plate ridden table’s she layed on was able to hold the weight of her buffalo sized gut.

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Nukilla simply let her booty roar as she was too exhausted from her relative food coma she placed upon herself. She rubbed one side of her belly with her hand as an orchestra concert played within it. She then glanced over at Zaria who was STILL eating.

Zaria popped the final morsel of food into her mouth and liked her fingers tenderly. Zaria left Nukilla behind in the eating dust hours ago as she went on to completely finish off every bit, crumb, and scrap of food there was left. And still had the smile of an angel on her face from all the joy the food gave her.

“Are you full NOW?” Nukilla asked, she had truly believed there was nothing that would quench Zaria’s hunger.

Zaria opened her mouth but then closed it. She raised a single finger momentarily before an ominous grumble began to emit from her stomach. The growl quickly grew into a rumble and then literally a roar as it rolled up through her throat. The vibrations from the upcoming emission already shook the tables and the room that they were in. Nukilla couldn’t help ripping a half dozen vile farts from the vibrations which rumbled her bowels.

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Zaria opened her mouth to release a minute long eruption of stomach gas into the room. Filling it and the adjacent rooms with a vile stench which fogged the room up with a dark green fog. The belch rattled the tables so strongly their girl’s towers of empty plates collapsed, decorations were knocked off the walls, glasses and bottles shattered and nearly the entire house shook from the near earthquake strength belch.

Once it ended, Zaria let out a sigh of relief and patted her curvy toned abdomen and expressed. “Whew! That was awesome! That was almost better than some farts I’ve had.”

Nukilla lied there dumbfounded. She wondered how such a small creature could have such a superior internal system than she. No, that could not be accepted… It wouldn’t be accepted!

Nukilla pushed herself off of the table she was on and cradled (As best she could) her gargantuan belly with her arms. She made her way to the home’s living room slowly but surely, her gut bouncing on the floor with clear, heavy thuds and swayed back in forth. She finally settled in the center of the living room, she stood upright and let go of her belly. It thudded on the floor with a loud ‘PHWUMP!’ which caused her bowels to go into an uproar. (Emphasis on the “roar”) It wasn’t long until…
Urrpp… ooOAPP! A small two part belch emitted from her lips and…
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BRAAPPPPTTTApTTPATTTPP!

More than a dozen huge farts rang from Nukilla’s dark red behind, creating a stench which was out of this world. The green mist from Zaria’s stinky breath was literally destroyed by the orange-ish yellow cloud of extra-terrestrial bowel gas which spread through the rooms on their floor. Some bass to the farts caused Nukilla’s buns to jiggle but to no intense degree. Her barrage consisted of farts which changed pitches all over the scale. From airy SBD’s to ear shattering trombone sounds.

Nukilla grinned as she felt victory fall upon her shoulders. An involuntary cough came soon after it, but it was worth the tear dropping, nose burning, lung clogging stench which filled the room and the next, and the next.

Then Nukilla felt the floor beneath her feet rumble as Zaria’s heavy footsteps came closer to her. Zaria entered the living room and walked over next to Nukilla. Her footsteps caused metal and glass items in the room to jingle as her weight was now over 1000 pounds.

Nukilla’s nearly 7 foot tall and now nearly 7 foot wide frame looked down at the curvy human girl. “I take it from your lack of response, you are impressed.” Nukilla said aggressively.

Zaria simply grinned as she placed her hands on her wide hips and gave Nukilla an extended wink expression.
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Zaria’s magnificently plump ass cheeks spread to unleash a fart which would break more than records and a handful of one’s senses. The fart started off huge and brassy then grew louder and deeper. Nukilla’s eyes nearly ejected from their sockets as a torrent of thick yellowy-brown gas ripped THROUGH Zaria’s jeans and into the home. The gas was so thick that it literally looked like smoke which billowed from an erupting volcano. Only the smoke was brown gas and the volcano was a well endowed girl whose anus had opened up to the size of a baseball to release this fart.

Nukilla was unlucky enough to be at the epicenter of the blast, the fact that Zaria’s exploding ass wasn’t facing her honestly didn’t help. As the fart erupted from Zaria’s quaking buns, the thickest fart fog Nukilla’s ever seen was enveloping them and the house. The home’s foundation shook as the bassy tones knocked whatever was left on the walls off and cracked a couple of walls in the living room as well. The fart ran for two full minutes and 44 seconds before tapering off. Zaria fell forward but caught herself on Nukilla’s shoulder.

Nukilla closed her slacked jaw caused by the astonishment from Zaria’s release. And despite witnessing such an enormous showing of flatulent power…

“I. Will. Not. LOSE!” Nukilla boasted as she pushed Zaria off of her, forced her hands onto the top of her belly and grunted heavily.

VVVVVRRRRRPPPPTTPTTPT-OTOTOGPPPPPTTTTTT-PPPLLLLLLPPPPPTLTTPPTTT-FFPFPLLLFPPPTPTTTT-PLRPRPRRLTLTTPT!!...

Nukilla’s body quivered as she ripped an ongoing bout of inhuman flatulence. The already tainted air in the room became another fathom worse than it was before and though difficult to see, the gas emitting from Nukilla’s alien donk caused the fog from Zaria’s fart to swirl around the room like a circulation device. The fart was ongoing but did have tiny spurts within it which seemed to break it up a little. Every time it would appear to be finished, it came right back with a different disgusting sound and louder than it was before.

Zaria stared at Nukilla as the fart continued to erupt from her bountiful behind. It was when it closed in on the length of Zaria’s nearly 3 minute fart that she realized the Nukilla would pass her. At least in the length category.

Zaria quickly moved in front of Nukilla (More so in front of her giant belly) to make sure that Nukilla could watch her as she forced out her next flatulent explosion. Zaria leaned forward, placed her hands on Nukilla’s belly and planted her feet with her butt sticking out behind her. Then she let loose as well.

BBBBBBRRRRVVVVVBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVVVVVVVVMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMBBBBBBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!...

Zaria began to expel the fart which dwarfed her previous one and at the same time, Nukilla’s was still going. Zaria’s hands pressing into Nukilla’s mammoth gut actually forced Nukilla’s lengthy eruption to grow louder and bassier. Zaria countered by grunting even harder, trying her best to force out the gallons and gallons of gas as disturbingly loud as possible.

The combination of their two gigantic farts shook the walls of the neighboring homes and cracked the windows within theirs. The dining room tables danced on the floor boards as dishes were shaken off of them and crashed onto the floor. Furniture vibrated out of place on each floor, TV’s were knocked over, drywall cracked and fell to the ground, and someone’s chandelier fell from the ceiling!

But suddenly, Nukilla cut off her fart as she felt *uuuuurrrrrrRRRRROOOOOGGGGLLLLLLE* and heard a denser mass move through her bowels. She looked at Zaria almost nervously.

Zaria cut her fart once she noticed Nukilla had cut her own. Frankly Nukilla’s worried stare is what caught her to notice since she couldn’t actually hear Nukilla’s ass ripping over her own. As Zaria felt a large mass of their digested feast move within Nukilla, Zaria gained a smile, her turn now feeling victory approaching.

“Heh, first one to shit looses.” Zaria said with a confident smirks as she gave Nukilla the new rule.

“Fine!” Nukilla snapped back. “But no one can hold back from now on!” She stated, sounding almost like a threat itself.
“Alright!”
“Alright!”

The girls then entered the final stage of their farttastic flatulent fart off as the both bared down with rather unfeminine grunts. The home and area for a quarter of a mile was then filled with the sounds of a war.
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PPPPPPPHHHHRRRUUTTTT!!!
BLLLLLPPPTPTL!!
VVVRRRRRRRRUMMMMMMMPPPTTTT!!!!
BBPPPPRRRPPTPTTPTT!!!!
FFHHHHUUUMMMMPPPPTLTLLT!!
PPPPPPLLLLLLPPPPMMMMMPPPTPTTPTPTTPT!!!
BBBRRRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBB-BBRRROOOOUUUGGGGGGGPPPPTTT!!!
PPPRRROOOOOMMPPTTTT!!
PPPFFT-TTPPPPPPPPVVVPPTTT!!!!
BRAATTT-BRARPPT-BRAAAAAPTTT-PPRRAPPTTTTT!!

The bombs dropped by the girls in the living room were unparalleled, except by each other. Zaria’s farts were so forceful that they each would force Zaria forward sinking her hands deeper into Nukilla’s softening belly. One of Zaria’s farts exploded with so much force the windows on the other side of the room were blown out. The girl’s were literally bringing down the house. The walls began to crumble, heavier objects like the refrigerator and dressers fell. People evacuated their homes and called 911, some for fire fighters, some for the National Guard, and many more for the biohazard team. World war 3 was happening and it was being fought by the butts of two beautiful girls.

Nukilla’s backside on the other hand was facing the opening to the dining room. Her gas was blowing gusts of wind powerful enough to force the tables towards the other end of the room. Both girls were becoming nervous though, as their earth shattering flatus was quickly becoming wetter and swampy.

Nukilla could feel the last of her ‘pre-dump’ gas coming to an end as she felt a hundred pounds of cable quickly rushing to her anus. Then a miracle happened in her favor.

Zaria’s stomach let out a deep roar in the lower pit of her bowels sounding like a caged lion demanding to get out. Zaria suddenly looked up at Nukilla and gasped, her face looking as though the end was nigh. She opened her mouth to say “Oh shit” but what came out was…
“Oh Sh-UGGNNNGHH!!!”

A 10 foot long, half foot thick log of digested food shot out from Zaria’s rectum and landed on the floor after hitting the wall just under the broken windows. But it was only the start as Zaria couldn’t help grunting to force the rest out. A non-stop flood of massive logs, several feet in length each, exploded from her bubbly rump and began to paint the room. Massively wet farts accompanied the logs as they helped them eject from her bowels. The wet bursts of gas spewed small wet chunks of fecal matter all over Zaria’s side of the room. Dotting the floor, walls, ceiling, and furniture with brown muck.

With the match won, Nukilla didn’t have a care left. Deciding the place already looks bad enough, making it worse won’t make too much of a difference right? Nukilla grunts once more, her ass cheeks spread open and her anus flexes. A loud swampy fart exits first, followed by a giant 7 foot long cable of shit which was propelled into the dining room. And like Zaria it didn’t end there. Nukilla continued to eject 10s of pounds of feces every few seconds, covering the centermost section of the dining from with a brown coat of massive turds the size of anacondas.

The farting contest was over, Nukilla won (Though Zaria would argue that she won overall.) but now who won wasn’t important as the two happily dumped hundreds of pound of food effortlessly around the house.

*Not too long later*

Les returned home to see a mass of fire truck, hazmat trucks, and police officers gathered around his home. What happened couldn’t exactly be found to be the fact. But from the outside it was clear that his home was in a lesser shape than it was when he had left. Parts of the roof had collapsed. Bricks were shaken loose and littered all over the yard. Windows were shattered and a dark brown smoke seemed to billow from every opening.

Les quickly rushes past the police barricade and runs into his home. Inside the walls seemed to be literally stained with an awful odor. It was nearly unbearable for the men in the bio containment suits, but he could handle it. Once inside he made his way towards the dining and living room. As he approached it became clear.

Half of the living room floor was covered by a 4 foot high mound of steaming dung which looked like an entire farms worth of feces was dropped in his living room. There was a couch in there he remembered… somewhere in the mounds of waste. He then turned his attention to the dining room which frankly could be seen as not as bad as or possibly worse than the living room. The mounds of logs and chunks of waste littered the tables which once held the food of which the dung was created from. That mixed with hundreds of broken dishes and partially collapsed walls, it was a disaster if there ever was one.

Leshawk then searched the rest of the fart-quake tortured home for the girls. It didn’t take long to find the culprits of the destruction. Zaria and Nukilla were in bed together, not cuddling or lying too close to each other but they were in the bed together none the less. Though still asleep, the two girls seemed to sense Les’s presence and gave him a little ‘welcome home’ blast.

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PPPPPFFFFFFPFPPPHHHHUUUUUTTPTPPTPTTPRRRRPRPPPTTTT!!!!