Shes Poppin

Chapter One:

Everyone's mama tells them that they're beautiful. Tessa's mama was no different, and as a kid, she believed her. Of course she was beautiful! Check out this thick brown hair, these big brown eyes, that adorable button nose! She was spared the humiliation of glasses, or freckles, or the crown jewel of freakishness: braces. What was there to complain about?

Even as a teenager, Tessa's confidence in her beauty soared. She'd kept up with the latest styles, her makeup was full-face and on point, it all worked to compliment her glowing adorable face. There was really only one problem: her flat ass. Flat as in FLAT. The rest of her body was so wonderfully shaped and sculpted, that this one flaw stuck out - or in - like a sore thumb! Her tiny size 2 jeans had extra room in the butt area. In fact, it was so flat that she could have probably offered it to someone to use as a table. What else would it be good for?

Tessa bemoaned the yoga pant craze that was all the rage her senior year of high school. Every girl was wandering the halls in skin-tight spandex that showed off her well-developed assets. In the sea of curvaceous hips and plump buns that jostled and shimmied through the halls, Tessa couldn't help but feel inferior if not outright ashamed. Oversized hoodies helped conceal the fact that she was lacking in the booty department. That worked for most of the school year. When spring and summer came, she had to go back to wearing shorts and tanks or t-shirts if she wanted to look like she had any fashion sense at all. Once again, her flat ass became the focal point of her existence.

At some point, she had to take action. After all, this September she would be a freshman at Ashland University, a school that was known for its wild parties and handsome bachelors. If Tessa was going to have any hope in attracting a man, she would need the goods. Determined to build an ass from scratch, Tessa spent the entire summer dieting and going to the gym. Workouts for hips, thighs, glutes, anything to increase the size of her rear. Anything. As summer weeks turned into months with no results, Tessa began to feel as though her efforts were in vain. By the time orientation came in September, she still had no butt to speak of.

Misery and envy accompanied her during her first weeks of classes. All the girls at Ashland U seemed so perfect in every way and all the boys were fawning over them. To get her mind off her insecurities, Tessa decided to get a job at Winslow Bros. Cafe: the most popular coffee shop on campus.

On her first day, she walked into the shop and met Emily, her manager. She was a beautiful girl, too, and a blonde at that! Perfect beach waves cascaded down her back, her big blue eyes were sparkling, and even her freckles (which would have been social suicide in middle school) made her look utterly adorable. Tessa smiled upon meeting her.

"Come with me to the back," Emily beckoned, and when she turned around Tessa's heart sank. All she could notice, all she could pay attention to, was Emily's perfectly perky, generously jiggling, bodacious and burgeoning butt.

Mornings were always a blur at Winslow Bros. Tessa and Emily both scrambled with cups and syrups and brews, trying to get every order out as quickly as they could. Single men were the most fun to serve, and some of them were regulars who came to the shop every day just to flirt with the two beautiful young women. Even better: their tips were just as handsome as their faces. Still, Tessa couldn't help but feel as though Emily was their favorite.

One day, she was taking the order of a tall, square-jawed hunk.

"Get me the Sierra Brew with a shot of espresso. And if you're looking for shots yourself, I've got a few places we can go," he said with a wink as he handed her his credit card.

Tessa grinned and swiped his card. "Let me get your drink and then you can have my number," she said sweetly, then turned to the back counter to prepare his drink. As she filled the styrofoam cup and sloshed in some espresso, she imagined going to a party with the sexy stranger. Downing shots and getting loose, grinding on each other to a thumping beat in the muted light of a crowded dance floor. But when Tessa turned around to give him his drink, Emily was chatting to him quietly, twisting her hair flirtatiously.

"Give it here, Tessa," she said, spinning on her heels and taking the drink from her hand. With Emily's back turned, Tessa saw the sexy stranger shoot a hungry glance toward her ass. Face-to-face again, she passed him his drink, and he pulled a $10 bill out of his pocket!

"Here's a tip," he said before slinking out of the shop, sipping his coffee.

Tessa was a deer in the headlights. SHE had made him that drink! But he tipped HER?! And what about her invitation for shots? That all seemed to go out the window as soon as big-badonk Emily showed up! Oh, she was seething! Emily slipped the $10 bill into the back pocket of her skintight high-waisted white jeans that barely contained her curvy rear end, and Tessa clenched her fists. The only reason why this happened is because of her FLAT ass!

After work, Tessa made her way to the quad. Students were gathered there in groups. Some sprawled out on the lawn, a few ate lunch on the benches, or stood around socializing. It was already nearly November and she had made almost no friends, and certainly no boyfriends. The closest thing she had to a friend was Emily, but even that was limited to small talk and discussions about work. Not to mention her impressive ass that was an obvious threat to Tessa ever finding a man. After she clocked out, the only thing she could do was go back to her quiet dorm and ruminate about her flaws.

Tessa made her way to the fountain at the center of the quad. It was at least twice as tall as her, white with splotches of green and gray algae. Three tiers of waterfalls splashed softly down into a circular pool that reflected the bright blue autumn sky. Sighing, she reached into her handbag for her coin purse where a shiny copper penny laid waiting. With a flick of her finger, it leapt up and fell into the pool with a thunk.

I wish I had a big, fat ass. She hoped secretly to herself. Then, with nothing more to do, she turned and went back to her dorm room as her penny dissolved in a flurry of tiny bubbles at the bottom of the fountain.

Chapter Two:

Tessa's alarm went off at 6am as usual, but she was too tired to get up. Three snooze buttons later and she'd already slept past Biology lab. Composition was at 9am and she was already on track to get a measly C in that class. Slacking wouldn't do her grade any favors.

Groaning and moaning, Tessa sat up in bed and grabbed her phone. For a few minutes she scrolled around Instagram. One of the models she followed was in Costa Rica this month, and her latest pics looked divine! Sensual coral bikini, deep tan skin, all on a backdrop of fruitful jungle plants. "Why can't I have curves like that?" Tessa frowned. The clock said 8:23. I seriously have to get my butt moving now, or I'll never make it in time.

Tessa threw off the covers and stood up with a wobble. "Whoa!" she said, stretching out her arms. "What the--?" The source of her unbalance was unmistakable: she was backheavy. It was something she'd never felt before in her life, and when she twisted at the middle to look behind, she gave a sharp "EEP!"

Her butt was HUGE! She had a shelf ass, a ba-donk-a-donk, she was bootylicious! It had to be bigger than Emily's, maybe even as big as Kim K, hell, maybe even bigger than Kim K! Heart racing and leaping, she rushed over the full size mirror across the room, feeling her big thighs rubbing together as she went.

The reflection in the mirror told all: her modest upper body and tiny waist flared out in a dramatic hourglass shape. Each cheek was rounded and plump with the tiny pink athletic shorts she had gone to bed in wedged far up between them, disappearing in her crack like a thong. Birthing hips accompanied her new asset, arching out on either side, and a thigh gap? That's not something she would have anymore! Tessa shifted her weight and rubbed her butt, smiling at just how small her hands felt against it. This was everything she wanted and more. Tears of joy began to prick at her eyes.

It was a bit lumpy, but that was the only flaw. Besides, that wouldn't be noticeable in yoga pants! Oh no, what am I going to wear now?

Tessa headed for her dresser, not used to feeling actual movement behind her as her big ass swung and swayed with each step. Nothing she had in her drawers was going to fit. Jeans? No. There was no way she was still a size 2. Shorts were definitely out. Underwear was out of the question, too, so whatever she wore would need to be able to cover her bits.

A floral blue and yellow sundress was the only forgiving item of clothing she had and as she slipped it on she noted that it certainly fit her differently. What was once a knee-length dress was now propped up by the curve of her hips to mid-thigh, and the linen skirt with chiffon layers underneath only enhanced her new figure. No matter how hard she tried to smooth it out and lay it down to look even a little flatter, the skirt just puffed right back up. Having an actual butt was a dream come true, but why did her dress have to make it look even bigger? If she wanted to find a boyfriend she would need to look like a curvaceous queen, not a fat ass! She would just have to go to the store and buy new clothes after class, but for now, Composition 1 was waiting.

....

"On time next time, on time!" Mr. Stanford tapped his watch as Tessa came through the door ten minutes late.

Tables were lined up in rows across the room, and she found her usual seat at the second to last row between Paige and Logan, two classmates she knew almost nothing about, aside from their names. Logan was a soft spoken boy with a quiet handsomeness about him. His eyes matched hers in their brown hue, but his held a certain ... sweetness. Not to mention his tawny hair and wonderfully scruffy beard. Tessa made sure to impress him. She pulled out her chair and set her backpack on the floor, opposite Logan. Then, making sure to pop out her new ass, she bent over to retrieve her composition book and pencil. There was no telling what his reaction was as she waved her hips from side to side, pretending to rummage through her bag. She imagined him gawking at her thick rear because there was no denying it, she was hot! At long last, she stood up with her book and sat down on her chair, scooting it closer to the table. With a confident smile, Tessa turned to Logan who was staring wide-eyed at her. He's taken notice!

"We're on page 153," Mr. Stanford announced.

Tessa opened her book with the biggest grin on her face. Shifting her weight, sensing her bulbous cheeks spreading out across the chair beneath her, it was absolutely heaven! She was finally complete, the whole package: a girl with the face, the body ... the ass.

As Mr. Stanford droned on, Tessa began to slip into a daydream about how men would treat her now that she had a butt. How great would it be if she began to eclipse Emily's popularity at the cafe? Oh, that bitch would be downright flabbergasted! It serves her right, though, for trying to steal customers and potential dates. Not to mention reaping the financial benefits. Men were about to be spoiling her with tips. They would give her so much money that the only place to put it would be down the back of her perfectly sculpted jeans.

Phirt!

Tessa's butt shook with the erupting fart. She was jolted out of her fantasy and shifted nervously in her seat, glancing around to see if anyone took notice. Who was she kidding? There's no way that they didn't hear that! A couple heads turned her way while the rest pretended to ignore it. More pressure built up in her gut and she desperately tried to hold it in to no avail.

Pfft pfft pfft!

Gasses sputtered out of her rear and heat began to bloom across her cheeks. Oh, God she had to be beet red! A couple of stifled giggles sounded out from the front of the room.

"Please, now, let's focus!" Mr. Stanford said then looked directly at Tessa!

Shame had latched itself to her gut and twisted it up on end. A rancid smell settled around her that had Paige inching her chair away and Logan covering his nose and mouth with his hand. Another bout of pressure grew inside her. A pressure so painful and uncomfortable that there would be no holding it in. She had to push it out NOW! Tessa bore down and leaned forward as she released a long, juicy fart, thinking of nothing but relief.

Phrrrrrrrt!

Students in the front had broke into laughter now, and Tessa was mortified! Not only did the embarrassing noises interrupt the entire class, but the stench of her gas was enough to have her gagging. With the back of her hand over her nose, Tessa packed her bag, not bothering this time to bend over with her ass in full view. No, now she was shamefully pulling and tugging on her skirt, trying to make her rear end less noticeable as a few small spurts of lingering gas tooted out.

Pud, pud, pud!

Butt trembling, asshole clenching in desperation to hold back the flurry of farts, Tessa was laughed out of the classroom.

Chapter Three:

Tessa barreled through the halls of the Wright Building in urgent need of a bathroom. The students she passed looked on as she shuffled along with her thighs rubbing and rear end wagging. Dressing it in soft linen and chiffon was a huge mistake. The billowing and fluttering skirt of her sundress only drew more attention to the impressive size of her derriere and the dramatic swing of her feminine hips.

Gasses and bubbles filled her inside creating a crushing pressure in her abdomen. It was going to be a big one! I will not fart, I cannot fart, she repeated to herself as she hurried around a corner. More and more the tension grew and so did the discomfort. Tessa bent over and held her bloated middle in agony. The bathroom was just at the end of the hall. If only she could make it there, then she could let loose in privacy! I will not fart, I won't do it, I refuse! Clenching her asshole wasn't going to hold it back much longer. Oh, I want to let it out! But I can't, I can't, I just can't!

Busy students walking to their classes shot looks of curiosity, concern, amusement. They were watching her. All of them were watching her!

Poot!

"OH!" Tessa let a little air slide on accident then held her hands to her buttcheeks, clamping them together as she walked in pain. At long last she shouldered her way into the women's bathroom and in a frantic need for relief, leaned over the sink, held her breath, and squeezed.

Thththrrrrrrrrrrrrbbbbbbbtttt! pffff...pffff...pfff...FLARP! .... poot! Her ass shook through the thunderous release.

"Ahhhh," Tessa sighed, emptied of gas and pain free. The aroma of rotten eggs wafted through the bathroom and she gagged, then waved her hand in front of her nose to clear the air. "God, that reeks."

The mirror in front of her reflected the image of a girl who was disheveled beyond belief! All the time she'd spent this morning putting on a full face of makeup was wasted. Sweat had practically melted off her foundation, the straps of her dress had slid down her arm, and her outfit was clearly ill-fitting. She was so hippy that it looked as though she was wearing a hoop skirt! She grabbed a handful of fat from her hips and sighed. If she wanted to slim those down it would take some time in the gym. Tessa smoothed out her skirt and turned to the side, then the other side, checking her side profile. At least her ass looked nice, albeit a little larger than ideal. It may have been the lighting, but Tessa was pretty certain that it was even larger than when she left her dorm that morning. How weird is that?

Well, of course it looked bigger, this damn skirt was so puffy! What she really needed was some clothes that would actually flatter her larger rear. A nice pair of jeans was in order along with some Gas-X! Although nothing would be able to repair her reputation with Logan and Paige and everyone else in Composition. Farting like a madwoman in front of them was not the sexy reveal of her new body that she'd hoped for! All she could do now, was look forward to showing off for everyone else. Assuming she could get her gas under control.

Tessa grabbed a paper towel and leaned toward the mirror blotting her face when the stall door swung open and a girl walked out. Tessa blushed. There was someone else here? Oh, she must have heard and smelt everything. The girl glanced down at her butt that was practically hanging out of her dress, and then back up. She tucked a frizzy strand of black hair behind her ear and then washed her hands. The elephant in the room was unnerving and Tessa couldn't help but feel as though she should say something.

"I'm sorry about the smell," she said.

"Oh, it's okay," the girl snickered. "But you might want to get a grip on that big problem you seem to have." Her fiery judgemental gaze landed on Tessa's ass and practically burned through it as she walked out of the bathroom leaving Tessa alone, her jaw dropped in shock.

"Well! Someone's jealous!" She said and ran her hands down the curve of her butt and around to the crease where her plump buns met her thick thighs. Any girl would dream to have this ass. She dreamed of having this ass and she had every reason to flaunt it!

A zap of pain through her abdomen brought Tessa's boasting to a screeching halt. It twisted up her gut, bloating it with gas. "Again?!" She didn't even try to hold it in. Bending over the sink with her butt popped out behind her, she squeezed her eyes shut, scrunched up her face and let out a long, juicy fart. Vibrations jiggled through her fat cheeks and she held a hand against one as the air stunk up around her. Beneath her palm, she sensed her butt rise, swelling outward as her eyes widened with dread. Was she growing?

When the fart eeked out its final twittering pum-pum-pum's, Tessa straightened up and turned in the mirror. She had grown! She was sure of it! The hem of her dress was mid thigh this morning, now it's even higher! How big am I going to get? She wondered. Even her hips seemed a bit chubbier than before. Needing to confirm what she was seeing, Tessa lifted her skirt and checked out her naked butt in the mirror. It had definitely surpassed Kim K sizes by now, and no longer was it just curvy. Now she was entering the realm of blubbery. It seemed lumpier, flabbier, fuller.

Tessa dropped her skirt back down and gathered her wits. There was no need to panic. All she needed was some new clothes and some Gas-X. Once she was able to stop farting, things would only go up from there! Besides, if she really had to she could just hit the gym and work off the extra fat. In any case, it was much better than being cursed with no ass at all. With one last wave of her hand to whisk away the scent of her gas, she left the bathroom and headed out to the parking lot where her car was.

Thankfully, she didn't fart her way through the rest of the Wright Building, but she still had her butt clenched, just in case. A couple of boys even turned their heads in awe as she walked by, sending her heart fluttering in her chest. Before, she could only get a boy's attention if he was looking at her from the front. A beautiful face and trim body could only do so much, though, and as soon as she turned or walked away, their interest would suddenly fade. Now? Now she could reel them in from every angle.

Chapter Four:

In front of her little silver car in the open air of the parking lot, Tessa fumbled through her bag for her keys. As she did, she felt a few small gas bubbles run through her.

"Oh, jeez," she murmured then paused with a hand on the shelf of her ass as she pushed the air out.