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Ben’s Epic Game

This was from MaleAssRippers, I don’t have who made this story, however I know the skeleton of the story featuring another character came from SellCon2762 of DeviantArt.


Ben’s stomach was beyond full, with a loud rattling belch as he slammed down his sixth can of baked beans for the day he patted his tummy as he shifted around in his seat. Looking around the student lounge he thought about what was going to do that day. Dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a red T-shirt he looked at his phone to check the time. It was nearly ready to head for the locker room. Tonight was the night, the big game, perhaps the biggest of his night. In hindsight no one could be prepared for what was about to take place, it was a night that would be talked about for years and to think that this 6’8 tall stud with blond hair and brown eyes was going to have a most epic night was beyond anyone’s radar. But he could already feel it develop within him; there was nothing anyone could do to stop him. He smiled as he leaned over and farted.

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The fart vibrated the space around his seat as it was released with a strong enough sound that anyone walking around the hallway outside the lounge would be aware to its presence. Green fog started to spew out of his jeans as the heavy aroma of rotten eggs, shit, and sweat filled the space around him and began to spread like the shockwave to a nuclear bomb. It grew into a meatier stench that was taking a hold of the thankfully-empty room. It felt like he had just detonated a bomb too the way the explosion rocked the entire space. As the fart had subsided one of his fellow teammates came walking inside, unaware of the toxic brick wall he was about to hit. His face quickly changed as he began to breathe in the horrendous stench.

“Dude…what smells like shit?”  The guy, named Jeremy had asked Ben.

“That would be me…I farted.” Ben opened his mouth as he waved the radiation-like air blowing out of his butt. The stench he had produced was gaining strength and speed as it continued to leak out of his butt canyon. The coverage for the fart had reached the edges of the lounge and it continued to gain power. Jeremy nearly threw up right here as he breathed in Ben’s awful fart, but he was more used to it than most and soon was able to speak with his fellow teammate.

“Gosh…those protein shakes can give anyone wicked bad gas…but with the beans?” Jeremy said as he remarked about Ben’s choice of beverage earlier in the afternoon. They weren’t aware that Ben had been eating beans since breakfast but knew that he had some protein shakes earlier. Like everything else it game him some rather toxic-smelling gas but with the beans that toxicity multiplied many times over.

“Six cans….six large cans!” he said laughing as he finally stood up, with a height that was about four inches taller than Jeremy. Despite that height advantage, Jeremy was the better score bar none, Ben actually scored the fewest points per average of the starting lineup but he was helpful in other areas. Jeremy could hear the rumbling going on within Ben’s bowels. He could already tell that the beans were creating an uproar within his digestive system.

           “That can’t sound too good.”

“Oh yeah…and the other team is gonna suffer from these bad boys tonight…he…he…he.” He laughed as he rubbed his stomach and the two of them left for the locker room. The reason all of this was alarming was quite simple, Ben was a farter and not just any farter, he was a champion farter. Ben’s farts were beyond legendary at North High School. He could clear out classrooms at will, he once stunk up the entire cafeteria due to Mexican food and took out an entire wing after eating some broccoli and cabbage, simply put, his farts were the loudest, longest and smelliest and no guy, no one could even get close. He was very proud of his gassy emissions. And the boys’ basketball team was not beyond using his gas as a weapon. Today he was going to take that to its ultimate level.

The guys were now gathered within the locker room as they sat on the wooden benches besides the lockers. Ben went up and dressed in white basketball jersey as he cradles the gas bomb forming in his bowels. He joked around with his other teammates as they got themselves pumped for the game, against their hated rivals at Central High. After getting set up the coach started talking about the game plan for the upcoming matchup, explaining how he wanted certain players to do certain things. Ben’s role though was very clear, be dominate and get as many hustle moments as possible. He wasn’t necessarily a big-time scorer but his use came on the defensive end where he towered over most of his competition. The other teammates usually did the rest in terms of scoring. As the coach continued to give his final instructions Ben was feeling another burst of gas open up in his rectum. He leaned over and…

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A potent ripper was released against the wooden bench as the guys sitting beside Ben had vibrated under the force of this 15-second fart. The fart rocketed out as everyone was looking at this smiling blond teen release this horrendous blaster into the room. As the fart was finishing out, a gush of dreadful air started to blow all around the guys as a light green gas floated its way from the white basketball shorts of Ben and cleared out the hot and sweaty room with its own tantalizing stench. It smelled of ripe rotten eggs that brought the other guys’ eyes to tears and caused the coach to begin gagging. The smell in the room was getting unbearable as the powerful wave of gas continued to infiltrate every corner of the room. Ben leaned back against the lockers as he laughed at the discomfort his other teammates were experiencing.

“Ben…that was ripe!” The coach cried out with amazement as he continued coughing from the rotten egg smelling stench that he was tasting.

“Sorry coach…just ate beans…the game’s gonna reek.” He said laughing as he started fanning his ass, trying to get some of the gas away from him. The guys continued to breathe the overpowering flatulent stench as they got their final instructions from the coach. The smell of Ben’s flatulence were starting to get to them, they were used to it more than most people but this was a bit stronger than their usual exposure to his gas.

“Well…if your farts are going to smell this much…there shouldn’t be much to worry about.” The coach said as the guys started leaving the room as the smell from Ben’s bench shaker had grown in intensity as the green gas started to settle in that room. As the guys left, Chris, another tall black-haired teammate, went for a smell of the bench right where Ben had just released that fart. He took his nose and grabbed a long whiff of the fart as its overpowering nature flowed through his nostrils and went straight to his brain. The potent stench of rotten eggs was heavy in his mind as he could taste the beans that Ben had eaten. After his long whiff of Ben’s fart, Chris started coughing as he had grabbed a little too much of the tall guy’s bean-flavored explosion. It was hardly a surprise that he was hooked on the gassy emissions of Ben; he just never had the heart to tell it to his face.

It was finally time for the game to begin and the crowd watching the game from the bleachers had turned into the largest crowd for a boys’ basketball game at North High School that year. Ben was rubbing his stomach some more as he did some warmup shots. Unusual for this particular game, he was shooting particularly well, but perhaps he was just in a good mood, everyone was feeling good about their upcoming matchup against Central. The first signs of Ben’s gassiness started when the national anthem was being played. As the anthem went on, the rumbling in his stomach was growing in pressure as he felt the need a nice fart, but he didn’t want to rip it during the anthem out of politeness. So as the singer finished out the anthem, with the word of ‘brave’ there was a bubbly-sounding ripper that rocketed out of his butt.
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The inside of Ben’s shorts had warmed up as he released this swamp-gas smelling fart that flowed out of his briefs and meshy white shorts. The fart had vibrated against his bubble butt that the people in the nearby benches were able to see move. They could see a little of the green gas flow out as the smell of rotten garbage and eggs started to flow around the area. He blushed as he felt the warmth of his gas flow out.

“Excuse me.” He said quietly as he was fortunate to start walking toward the center of the basketball court, he got to move away from the epicenter of the fart. Still, it was very clear that it was this guy who had cut this steamer of a fart. People as far back as seven rows back from the bench where the team was on could smell the remnants of the baked beans and could only ask themselves if that fart really came from where they thought it came from.  

The guys got themselves into position at the center circle as the smell from Ben’s first ripper still stunk up the area. Now the referee had the basketball in hand, ready to tip it off. At that moment, Ben grew a large smile on his face as the other basketball players there at the center started noticing another strong eggy odor. He had just laid a SBD there at the center court of the basketball court and this one was a stinker. There was a massive gust of stinky air that radiated from Ben’s butt that a couple of the opposing team members had noticed. Because of his height, his butt was about level to their stomachs and with the warm air rising, they had caught wind of his ridiculously-bad smelling SBD in quick fashion, to the point that they were feeling lightheaded. At the same moment however, the referee had lifted the ball into the air, which was done rather sloppily because he wanted to get away from that center court as soon as possible. As the ball was in the air, Ben had jumped up, lifting more of his stinky air particles around into the opposing team member’s faces and grabbed the ball. He fell to the wooden court, causing it to creak slightly. And in the matter of about six seconds, he had plowed his way across the court to make an easy layup. To the other nine players on the court, it took some time to get their bearings from the fog of ghastly fart to realize what had just happened, but to Ben it was a flick of the wrist. As the opposing team started to inbound the pass, they heard a sloppy exploding noise.

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Ben, located near the spot of the inbound pass had just another bubbly fart. As his inferno stench had flowed out of his silky white shorts the opposing team member who had caught the inbound pass had lost the ball from the horrendous stench and Ben had picked up the pass and moved it behind the three-point line to test a theory he had from his practice prior to the game. He lifted his body up in the air with the smell of his eggy fart to back him up and sure enough, the ball went into the hoop with a nice swooshing noise. He came down to see half his team coughing from the terrible smell.

“Gosh…was that you?” One of the opposing team members had asked as he waved the air around the court.

“Yep.” Ben said with pride as he playfully waved the air around with them. The ball was inbounded by the opposing team members and once it had reached across the center line they looked like they were able to make their first shot, but Ben was quick to steal the ball and run across to the other side where he stood behind the three-point line and made another deepening three-pointer, bringing the crowd to its feet. This was the beginning of what was to be an amazing game for Ben, and all that footwork across the court had churned up the beans within his stomach, causing him to fart again.

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The smelly fart created a shockwave across the court as it blew its green haze across around the area and stunk up the place with a mixture of the sweat that was already filling the gym. The guys on the opposing team were waving their hands around more and pinching their noses as they tried to bring the ball back across the court, only to get it stolen by Ben once more. Instead of hitting the three, he passed the ball over to Jeremy who tried a quick jumper. The ball rolled in and out and Ben was already there to clean up the rebound and lay the ball back in the hoop for another score. Within two minutes of the game Ben had already scored ten points. His average up to that point was eight points per game. The smell from his previous fart had still flowing through the court and the movement of the guys across the basketball court caused the fart smell to be distributed evenly for a larger range.    

The next three possessions had similar results. The opposing team would charge down the court, trying to muster up anything that they could to match up with the behemoth player on the home team. Just to play with them, he would allow for them to charge up the court and attempt a shot, before he would block it with the force of a volleyball spike. Each possession ended with similar results as Ben would take the ball for a layup, a three-pointer, and shot from the top of the key. He was hitting on all cylinders and had a 100-perecent shooting percentage, rare for anyone at that point. As he finished his shot from the top of the key, his large body fell back to the court on his tennis shoes as he began ripping another quick fart.

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The fart only went for five seconds, but a reinforced batch of sulfuric gas had spread itself from the seat of Ben’s basketball shorts. The crowd at the moment was too busy watching this historic game unfold. As the fart began to circulate around the court there was more coughing from the opposing team. The eye watering stench from Ben’s farting was getting to the opposing team members much more than it was his own team.

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A long, 12-second blaster came out from Ben’s shorts as he stood there at the top of the key. A sudden rush of humid, bean-smelling air filled the court with another powerful bout of Ben-powered flatulence. It was a rotting odor that was smelling more like the spray of a skunk now, mixed in with rotten eggs, milk, and beans. The smell that was radiating from his butt had caused  couple of the guys to double down in tears as they were blasted with the large wave of flatulent stink. The coach of the opposing team had to call a timeout to get those two players off the court while two more took their place.  As soon as they got the ball, Ben was quick to steal it and go for another long three-pointer, and again the shot was made with the best accuracy possible. This up and down the court continued for another few drives. Each time, the opposing team would make a trip down the basketball court and Ben would steal the ball. A couple of times, he passed on to another teammate and Chris was able to get a basket of his own out of it, but the other times Ben was able to continue hitting amazing baskets. As this continued, more of his special tear gas leaked out of his underwear prison as he was able to drive the span of the basketball court while releasing a putrid SBD gassing out everyone who came behind him. He finished up with a layup while taking the first deep breath of his silent creation.

“Boy was that nice…too much working out for me.” He said waving the air around him. As the stench from the SBD was making its way to the baseline of the court, the opposing team had trouble breathing and their inbound pass was fumbled, allowing for Ben to pick the ball up for an easy lay in. Central High School, a tough opponent that had had the boys’ team rival for years was being schooled by Ben, the tall guy who the scouting reports indicated was less offensive than he was here. Another few trips across the court netted a couple of points for the opposing team (only because Ben was in a different part of the court) and they were able to make a little room on the scoreboard. The fans were being treated an a shootout, from one end of the court at least, while Central tried their best to do something, but the smell of Ben’s gas was too much too often. On top of that, his shooting was incredible; he had released four three-pointers and eight field goals by the end of the first quarter. The score was 30 to 6, with Ben at 28 of those points. As the first quarter ended it was time for a quick breather as Ben took a well-deserved break to the thunderous applause of the audience. The team sat down at the bench as the buzzer sounded ending the quarter. Ben sat down and immediately cut a fresh new fart.

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The five second ripper sounded like a chainsaw against the bench and created a newfound gas of stink that floated up through his shorts and his already sweaty uniform. It again smelled like raw eggs and shit as the overwhelming stench filled the bleachers behind him. Slowly the applause was transitioned over into the sound of coughing and gagging.

“Excuse me…I made a little stinky.” Ben said in the cutest voice imaginable. And ‘stinky’ was a rather unjust way of saying it. A couple of older people watching the game had to vacate the bleachers as the teargas stench of Ben’s fart had become too much for them. The smell on the court though momentarily had subsided, if only a little. The next two minutes of play saw rather consistent movement as the opposing team was able to muster four additional points while the home team got a couple out of Vincent, another rather tall player on the team. The moans from the opposing team could be heard as Ben was sent back into the game. One of the opposing players had to suffer through the next bit of indignity when they were positioned behind him. He was one of the shorter players and was looking straight at the towering boy who had his butt pointed at him. Ben had placed his hands on his knees and was bent down to get ready for the next play when the player behind him heard and felt Ben’s next butt blast.

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A devious odor poured out of Ben’s butt as the foul gas stung the opposing player with a fury of hot raucous stench. It burned his face and even burned against a few of his openings as he could feel the warm gas flow up and infect him with a high concentration of hydrogen sulfide. The boy immediately passed out as he caught more of the flatulent butt wind from Ben, victim of his six cans of baked beans diet that day. As expected, the butt wind allowed for Ben to quickly gain possession of the ball and launch another deep three ball into the hoop. The poor guy who had been caught behind Ben had to be walked off the court as he gained a bit of consciences after spending a few seconds under the spell of his gas. By that point, the three had already been launched and Ben’s team was up 35 to 6 with Ben having 31 points to his tally.

Ben flexed his muscles for all those on the court to see as he allowed for the opposing team to drive down the court on their own. As they released their next shot to the rim it looped out and fell right into Ben’s hands, or rather his hands ripped the ball out of the air and he began dribbling the ball down the court. In six seconds he was laying it in for another two points. The pattern repeated itself, the next drive the opposing team had taken it down before having Ben steal it from them and passing it to Jeremy and then Vincent before throwing it up in the air for Ben to lay it in for another basket. The next two drives ended in another three and another field goal from the chariot strike as Ben was now at 36 points. The next possession had begun when one of the opposing team members was fouled by another member of Ben’s team. The players had lined themselves up on the side of the key as the guy began shooting his first foul shot. As he dribbled the ball, another gassy disturbance was taking a foothold of Ben’s rectum. Now it was the time for him to try out something different. The first foul shot went in, changing the score to 42 to 7, as the dribbling for the second shot took place a sinister smirk appeared on Ben’s face, Chris could already tell that….

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A bubbly fart shot its way out of Ben’s already warm basketball shorts as the foul stench of his tremendous gas began to flow around the key area. It smelled like a skunk that had sprayed its load around the court and the smell had the same effect as mustard gas. It was more of the same bean and egg smell with a tint of broccoli mixed in. Even though he didn’t eat eggs or broccoli, the effect was just the same and the remnants of the protein shake he had taken also complicated the smell. It was a heavy stench that filled that whole half of the basketball court and did enough to break the concentration of the guy shooting the basket. As the ball hit the backboard, off from the goal itself it bounded right into Ben’s outstretched hands and he ran down the court with the ball as he pulled back for another three-pointer. All of this took place in the matter of ten seconds and by the time that the opposing team had brought the ball down the court again, the heavy aroma of Ben’s butt blaster had caught them off guard again and as their eyes watered under the burning wind that Ben had left behind he had taken the ball back across and went for another layup. Again and again, for two more tries, the opposing team brought the ball down, with each trip down a more determined trip for the team than the one before it. And both times it went down their side; Ben stole it back and laid the ball in. In the matter of about a minute he had docked another ten points in his favor. The crowd watching the game was become hypnotized by the scene unfolding before them. Ben continued to dominate the game, passing the ball a few times to his teammates but otherwise launching baskets into the hoop. He was having a dream game; no it was beyond a dream game….

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It was a smelly dream game, Ben thought as he saw the opposing team members pass the ball around each other with various chest passes; all confused now as the growing stench of Ben’s farts were affecting their coordination. After five passes to each other Ben was able to take the ball and run it up to the three point line, just above the key where he released another deep bomb into the basket. He came back down from his jump coughing at the incredible stench he had created around the basketball court. The coach had asked if Ben wanted to leave the game, but he insisted on saying in, and why not? He was having the time of his life, and everyone was fixated at the scene taking place before them, and even as the crowd dwindled, out of lack of competition and the growing stench in the gymnasium, Ben continued to put on a clinic.

With two minutes left in the half, Ben’s outstretching dominance became even bigger as he grabbed the ball from an offensive rebound and took it down the court for another easy layup, at which point he had crossed the 50-point marker, a few short of the school’s overall record. As the other team got the ball back they had made it just half way before they had the ball stripped again away from the towering mass of human known as Ben Powers. He had taken the ball to the hoop again and went for points 51 and 52. As he settled down to breathe he passed more gas.

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A burning, really burning silent fart poured its way out of his anus as it burned his shorts, turning them into a shade of brown. But the damaging impacts of the fart were just starting to be felt as the fart had once again smelt of the Ben Fart Smell and in its worst way imaginable. The Ben Fart Smell was something that most on the North High School team, his farts were truly that legendary, but this was beyond that. When you smelled it you knew what you were smelling. Nothing could prepare you for the full power of the smell. It left you breathless, it was poisoning, and it was downright lethal. The smell of raw Ben Powers gas continued to multiply within the gymnasium and it was now flowing beyond there into adjacent hallways, never before had such a raw power inflicted so much suffering. The entire gym had become fogged out and there was nothing but a whirling wind of brown gas flowing around. Even Ben was starting to gag on the insane smell of his fart; this last fart was the kind that could kill someone instantly if they had been near his behind. It was the newest smell invented that day, and it was created only through its master, Ben himself.

The fart quickly filled the whole court as team members from both sides began coughing on its unbearable stink. The burning smell had left a yellow fog covering the court and even Ben was caught off guard by the potent odor as he was hacking a little herself. There were about ninety seconds left in the first half and Ben walked up and asked the referee to continue the clock, as he had considered taking a break from the growing aroma. Just the mere presence of the flatulent god was enough that the sooner they could start the clock the better. As the ball was inbounded Ben was quick to get the rebound and head to the three-point line as he launched another deep basket.

The next time the ball got inbounded, Ben went flying after it as he again got the ball and ran up to the three point line in the corner of the court to hit another three. With a minute left he had repeated the same motion, only getting a deep two-pointer instead. This continued for another couple of tries with the same results, another two and another three, much to the opposing team’s annoyance. The team would normally have better discipline, but with the still simmering stench of Ben’s flatulence they couldn’t concentrate that much. With ten seconds left in the first half Ben had found himself with the ball once more and this time made an effort to get to the half court line where he began to rip massive amounts of ass.

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Copious amounts of stinky wind blew out of his butt and caught the guys behind him with the force of a nuclear bomb shockwave. There was no way that people would mistake the originator of this latest fart, the sound rattled off the rafters of the gymnasium and blew its stinky grip around the court. The entire gym now smelled of a bathroom, a bathroom after Ben had been done with it. It smelled of the deadly combination of eggs and shit, multiplied by a hundred and dissolved into a devious mixture that created a dark green haze of gas to blow out of his ass like smoke from a factory. He watched the clock as it ticked toward zero and the jumped up in the air, blowing the rest of his gas like a rocket being lifted off into space and as he reached a high point, high enough that all the guys could look up his crouch, where his dick was rising from the slight erection he was getting from all this power swirling within him and see more of the green gas flowing out from underneath him, just leftovers that had hung around after the explosion. At his highest point he had hoisted the ball into the air and watched as it arced perfectly into the basket, sending the bleacher section into an up roar as the buzzer finally rang for the first half. The floor shook as Ben landed from releasing his latest shot, taking his tally up to 66 points for the half. As he started waving the putrid odor of his fart around him he saw the scoreboard light up with a score of 72 to 10.

“What
a fart!” He said to himself as he watched the bleacher section slowly
dissipate. The crowd was completely stunned as the Central high school bench
cleared out quickly to make for the less-smelly confines of their locker room.
Ben walked over to the bench where his fellow teammates were high-fiving him,
celebrating him for his remarkable feat. He was having a night for the ages as
they walked back into the team’s locker room. Chris followed right behind him
and Ben knew it.

“Hey Chris, come feel my butt for a moment,
just feel it…I’ll let you.” Ben’s suggestion was odd but Chris gladly took him
up on the offer, he took his right hand and slowly approached Ben’s white silky
shorts and the enormous ass they tried to contain. He could already feel the
hot air as he approached his butt, as he touched it he had his palm all over the
tight shorts and his ass but he had to move it back as the warmth was a little
too warm for him. He started waving his hand around to cool it off. He could
also smell some of Ben’s gas along this hand.

“Goddamn
that burns!” Cried out Chris as he continued to cool his hand down. Ben was
giggling up a storm as he went out to the locker room. As he entered the room
his teammates were still looking at with awe as they were trying to contemplate
the clinic they had just attended. Before he spoke he told them he had to use
the bathroom and the guys started gasping in horror. As soon as Ben had entered
the bathroom the guys were anticipating the worse, instead they heard what
sounded like a hose going off, Ben merely had to pee. And by pee, this meant he
had to piss like a racehorse for two minutes straight as he emptied out some
water he had drunken and the milk and protein shake he had drunken from earlier.
He also released a couple of regular farts that rattled off the walls of the
bathroom.

The
coach had finally walked in and saw Ben leave the bathroom and sit back on the
bench near his locker. They could still smell a little of the fart that Ben had
first dropped there in the locker room from before the game had started. He talked like everyone else about how impressed he was
with Ben’s shooting, saying that no one perhaps in the history of the sport had
ever had as hot shooting as he did, even Wilt Chamberlin had missed a few shots
on his historic 100-point night.

“The
school record was 57 points for any basketball game, you have 67. I think at
this point, I speak for everyone in that we would want you to continue your
run, this is a truly amazing night watching you score and if you push yourself,
the all-time record is 135 points.” The coach explained. If Ben were to shoot
the same amount of points he had in the first half then he would reach that
mark. There was little to discuss when it came to strategy as this point, the
contest with Central High School was already over and now it was just time to
see how far this could go. The coach admitted that seeing Ben score the record
amount of points would bring some much-needed attention to the boys’ basketball
program and their school. He did ask if Ben could keep his farting down, Ben
had some haunting words for him.

“I’m
sorry coach….but I think I’m still gassy!” He said laughing as the other guys
looked at him with some horror. Ben just smiled as he felt more gas brewing in
his gut. And to add to that he had released a tiny SBD, enough to stink up the
room just a little bit. Despite his boast however the gas machine was turned
down just a little as the third quarter was about to begin.

The
team then took their leave and went back onto the basketball court. The coach
of the opposing team had meet the home team’s coach at center court and they
both agreed on running the clock down for the second half as per regulations by
the high school athletic association. In a form of a mercy rule, the clock was
going to run down continuously except for timeouts and then end of the quarter,
in a way to speed up the clock and end the game sooner. Ben knew that he would
have to work hard to at least get to 135 points. As the buzzer rang off the
second half began in a similar fashion with Ben taking the ball down to the
hoop for another layup. He was now at 70 points. The game continued on and Ben
continued to work his newfound dominance on the court by having everything go
his way. He had another two two-pointers and a three to his growing score sheet
on the court. Everyone continued to be fixated as he brought havoc on the court
and even though he had last farted at the end of the first half, the court
still smelled like an outhouse. Another 15 points were scored by him within the
next five minutes and as the final two minutes of the third quarter ticked down
Ben was called off the bench with 92 points in his column. He needed to breath
for a few minutes and there was something else bubbling within him. He felt
another powerful burst of gas forming within him and he wanted to cut it out.
The people sitting behind the giant blond guy were watching as Ben moved his
entire body over toward the right, as he was leaned over he farted.

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Ben
had worked up a monster fart, a true powerhouse of a blaster, vibrating the
entire bench like a six point magnitude earthquake. The fart could be heard by
everyone in the gymnasium and it pulsated off all the walls and the ceiling
with an ominous echo that continued a few seconds after the 30-second beast was
released. It roared out like a terrifying monster, escaping a trapped prison
within the basketball-sized buttocks of the star basketball player who was
resting. A rotten egg stench began to fill the area around him as it flowed
with a deadly torrent out from behind his butt and into the bleachers. The
smell was overpowering, and that was saying it politely, it was killing those
who had the misfortune of sitting behind him. This fart smelled like raw shit
and had a strong limburger cheese element in its mix along with the smell of
rotting broccoli and beans. The sweat from all him moving around had added
another element to the deadly mix. Even if the fart didn’t kill anyone with its
odor, it might as well have. The smell caused those behind him to black out
from having taken in too much of it all at once. Like dominos the first three
rows behind him had people collapse from the lack of oxygen, along with a few
more in the fourth row. This was a fart that was going to have tremendous hang
time as the coach was beginning to feel the stench of the fart get to him. Ben’s
giant fart clung to everything in the area nearest his butt, people’s hair,
clothing, everything. That was the case with some of the others who had been
caught in the blast radius from that fart; they had EVERYTHING smell of his
fart. Ben, after a full minute of looking at the game with his eyes fixated on
something to keep his mind off the monster he had just released, had turned
back and saw half the bleachers passed out from smelling his fart.

“Pardon
me….I farted.” He said as he placed his right hand to his mouth and laughed. Soon
after he began coughing as this fart had found a place in his nostrils. Even if
it was his own blend, it was still a sinister beast. The coach then called for Ben
to return to the game, which was now with a score of 102 to 20. In the last few
seconds of the third quarter Ben was able to get another two pointer to lift
his overall total to 94. As the third quarter ended, the guys had made their
way back to the bench where they started to smell the heavier concentration of
the fart that Ben had just laid.

“Jeez
Ben…those beans really are doing a number on you.” Johnny, another teammate,
said as he waved the air around his face.

“Yeah…that
one….STINKS!” Chris exclaimed as he held his nose underneath his jersey. Ben
could do nothing but laugh as he felt the effects of his gas really cling a
hold of him. But this was not the time to be reminiscing on his past farts, he
had more down the pike and was ready to blow ahead to get the overall shooting
record. As with the fourth quarter, the game clock was going to continuously
run, but to Ben that was more than enough to at least get the record. As the
buzzer went off, Ben started to flex his dominance over the basketball court
once again, stealing the ball and rebounding the ball for another two and a
three. With the third possession by the opposing team he had lofted up another
three ball to give him an overall total of 102 points, and giving his team a
total of 112 points to the opposing team’s 22. Another trip down the court had
netted a similar result and Ben was able to shoot a deep two from the top of
the key. As he went down on the court he…

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A
SBD fart blew out of his butthole as he started feeling the pungent wind of his
gas blow across the court. A couple of the opposing team members had hunched
down on the court as Ben was able to quickly reobtain the ball for another
quick two-pointer into the hoop. Another two drives again saw the ball head
back across the court to where Ben was able to get four additional points. The
opposing team members had decided on holding onto the ball as they stayed at
the baseline, seeing that Ben couldn’t get to them if they were on the
baseline. But this, as with anything else when messing with Ben was a bad
mistake. As they started their firm position at the baseline Ben stood there on
the other side and in a quick move had turned his backside to them and pointed
his butt in their direction. At first, the player holding the ball was curious
about the move, but then they heard a popping nose come from within the silky
white shorts and then they heard the noise.

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An
eye watering rump shaking fart blasted out from Ben’s butt as a brown-colored
wind started blowing into the opposing player’s face. The fart had enough force
that it blew the hair of the Central player like a strong gust of wind. As with
everything else that came out of Ben’s colon, the guy who was within the blast
zone of Ben’s flatulence was regretting every getting himself into that
position. He fell to the floor as the eggy stench claimed them and as he
allowed for the ball to roll across the baseline where Ben was able to take the
ball and head toward the three-point line where he launched a definite three
pointer.

The
guy who had held the ball from Ben had to be moved off the court and into another
outlying hallway had learned the hard way that Ben got what he wanted, and now
the other teammates were simply worried about crossing paths with this gassy
behemoth. As the pass was inbounded, the opposing team member’s decided just to
give Ben the ball and avoid the effort altogether. Ben had moved it back to
behind the three-point line at the top of the key and he released the record
breaking shot, moving him up to 119 points. The next three minutes saw similar
efforts as the gas flowing with Ben’s bowels continued to mass produce into
more of his deadly stink. One such scene on the court literally had Ben
blasting deadly farts with each step down the court.

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That
last fart had vibrated the white shorts like a flag in a strong wind and it
created an atomic-like blast that filled the room with more stink. Ben had
ripped a deadly, earthshattering fart that not only sent several layers of the
potent stench across the court and throughout the gym but also forcefully
flooded the nose and mouth of everyone in attendance. Ben’s ass was becoming
moist as it felt the yellow gas blow out from out of his ass and fill the
gymnasium with a nausea-inducing stench. Small tears were at the corner of each eye, each nose scrunched in
disgust. Clearly the fumes were getting to everyone in attendance, even Chris
was impacted by having his nose underneath his jersey. As he had released these
fart he had dropped another two three pointers to up his total to 125 points.
And yet, three minutes remained in the game. The next drive down the court saw
every basketball player except for Ben seem dazed and confused as they tried to
breath in the torrid smell from Ben’s farts. He went for another three and
again had gained nothing but net with his basket. As the opposing team
inbounded the pass they passed the ball over to Ben who held the ball underneath
the basket. At that point, he again pressed on his insides as he ripped open a
new hole within his underwear.

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Another
bubbly fart sent shockwaves throughout his butt as the fart had produced enough
heat that it burned the cotton briefs that Ben had worn. There was now only one
layer of protection left to protect the outside world from his devastating
farts. At that point, one of the referees had passed out from being too close
to the source material of the fart. Ben at that point had jumped up in the air
and went ahead to dunk the rim, causing the rim to shake under the force of his
large hands forcing the poor basketball in his hand. He was now at 127 points.
The clock now was reconfigured to run just a tad quicker as the opposing team
members again inbounded the ball and gave it to Ben who released another three
pointer. This movement was repeated again as he went to the same spot and did
another three, only with one hand this time. He was now at 133 points and the
clock still had two minutes left on it. The next two possessions saw Ben
accomplish the impossible as he released another two jump shots to up his score
to a record breaking 137 points. But he was still not done. Seeing the
history-making opportunity at hand, the opposing team again inbounded the ball
and gave it to Ben who ran over to the three-point line and got ready to drop the
record-breaking basket. As he hunched down to drop the basket he dropped a
record-breaking fart but his silky shorts and watched as the basket started
flying up in the air as his fart was blasted. A final deep rumble from his
stomach signaled that it was time to let it rip. He got into position to shoot
his basket in the air and pointed his tight butt down toward the ground, and
then groaned as he pushed as hard as he could. Ben then proceeded to let er
rip!

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45
seconds ran off the clock as this fart was being released. The basket had
already been made and the record broken, but not before the entire gym was
focused on this giant guy releasing this deadly fart. A dull bassy roar erupted
behind Ben, the earth shattering sound filling the entire gymnasium and shaking
the ground like an earthquake. He looked behind himself and saw an enormous
mushroom cloud reaching for the ceiling and spreading out through the gymnasium
with a frightening speed. The wave of thick noxious gas would soon catch up to
him, toppling more of the spectators and pulverizing everything in its path as
it moved closer and closer to him. Those on the basketball court had started to
run away from the sight as this massive fart continued to reach out in its
power. They were running as fast as they could, but it was hopeless. The
impossibly huge fart caught up to them and the second it hit them everything
turned black. Everyone, including Ben had felt their lungs burning with sulphur
and their eyes running. They coughed on the stench so hard they thought their
lungs would fall out. In one final fart, Ben had rendered the gymnasium into a
wasteland, covered in a yellow fog so thick it claimed everyone but the guys on
his team, the coach. But the basket was made and the record was broken, the
buzzer had gone off with Ben Powers making 140 overall points.

The
entire basketball court had been filled with a foggy aroma that was not likely
to disappear for a good while. As the buzzer was left to ring Ben stood there
on the court with only a few people left, and even they were starting to leave
as the gross stench of Ben’s epic blast had been way too much for them to
handle. Ben had found the basketball in his fog of flatulence and started
dribbling it across the now deserted court. He hoisted another long arcing shot
and got it into the hoop. As the ball dribbled from the bottom of the rim he
walked over toward it and started to lower his body. He lowered his butt down
to the basketball, with both of his cheeks surrounding the rubber orange
sphere. As he sat on top of the ball he began ripping another potent blaster.

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A
gigantic bellowing fart erupted from his teen asshole and tore through his
soaked white briefs and silky white shorts, penetrating his sinuses, throat,
lungs, and leaving his eyes bloodshot and watering. Ben had complemented his
gym-clearing fart with another killer that was his show-stopper of the day, a
super-long wet-sounding blast that smelled like old broccoli, rotten eggs, and
shit. It was so bad that it made the already putrid and dreadful smelling gym
smell like roses in comparison. It took about twenty seconds for him to release
this magnificent flapper against the rubber basketball as it vibrated the ball
up and down against the wooden court. He pinched his nose again, as this ass
masterpiece was killing any of the available air left in the gymnasium. He
finally picked up the ball and began to carry it of the court where his team
was already inside the locker room.

Ben
saw that no one else was there in the burning brimstone-smelling gymnasium. His
yellow fart haze had hung over blocking out a little of the light. The light
from the overhead lights on the ceilings were now giving away beams as they
interacted with the stinky air that hung around. It looked like sun beaming
through a cloud. Ben walked out of the gym and saw a few spectators still there
coughing.

“What a game!” He
said proudly to himself as he walked out of the gym with the game ball in his
hands. He tried to breathe the vapors that were radiating from the ball. The
hydrogen sulfide and methane mix of the fart had combined forces with the
rubber from the basketball to create a unique smell that smelled like a rubber
burning and rotten eggs. The ball too was hot, hot enough that Ben had to place
the ball on the ground for a few minutes to let it cool off from the strong,
warm fecal winds that He had given it. He wanted the ball kept as a game ball
from his extraordinary game. At the same time, a reporter from the local
newspaper had approached the towering teen to ask him some questions.

“The
name’s Ben Powers, I’m 18 years old and a senior here.” He said as the reporter
noticed the eggy stench from Ben’s farting attacking his nostrils. He had
received a call during the game about this guy going on an epic scoring binge
and thought that the newspaper should get someone down there to find out about
what went down. He had seen the last few minutes of the game but was watching
from an angle and didn’t know exactly where the deadly odor had originated from

“If
I was watching it correctly, did you just score 140 points?” The reporter
asked.

“Yep…I
believe that was correct. I was really good tonight.” He said with a chuckle as
the recorder had his taper recorder out recording the conversation.

“How
did you even score that much…especially with that horrendous sewer smell
floating around? It seemed like your team was hacking from the odor around
here…but you were hitting every one of your baskets. If the stat sheets are
correct I think you have not missed a shot all night….that is unbelievable, I
mean in every sense of the word. Not just to have someone shoot that many
baskets and get those baskets 100-percent scoring. And to see that the person
shooting it was…well beg your pardon, but a giant. I have never seen a person
as tall or as big as you…how big are you?”

“I
am six foot eight inches and I weight over 250 pounds, most of it muscles
here.” He laughed as he continued reviling in his actions on the court. The
reporter was starting to get a little turned on by just the thought of this
giant shooting all these baskets, and with such adversity.

“So
how were you able to shoot all those baskets with this dreadful smell around?”
The reporter asked as he continued to breathe the potent fart smell that was
circling Ben’s body.

“Oh…well
that was me. You see…I was a little gassy tonight.” He smiled brightly as the
reporter as his eyes opened up.

“You
mean?”

“Yep…I’ve
been farting.” He laughed as he saw the look on the reporter’s face. He was
flabbergasted, any reporter would have been.

“Excuse
me?” The reporter asked.

“I
farted during the game…I guess the smell from the fart was a little too
much…but yeah, that was all coming from me.” Ben laughed as the reporter had
had still looked awestruck at hearing such a thing. Now the smell was very
apparent to him, it did smell like a fart, a very strong fart.

“So
let me get this straight…you were farting during the game and you were able to
score 140 points during it?”

“That’s
right. I guess the gas didn’t bother me…we each like our own blend.”

“But
how did you even manage that…I mean…my eyes are watering right now…did you just
fart?”

“Nope…”

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“But
I just did.” He giggled as a shot of hot deadly wind blew up from his shorts
and into the reporter’s face, blasting him with the same rotten egg stench that
he had smelled in the gymnasium, but only in a larger quantity. He had to back
away slowly as the smell was causing him to sweat under the gagging stench that
was claiming him. Ben was laughing as he saw that the reporter now knew who the
originator of the smell was.

“Incredible…I
don’t think I’ve smelt anything as foul before…jeez…and you were able to score
140 points with this stench flying around?”

“I
already told you…I’ve been farting up a storm! I had six large cans of beans
plus some milk and a protein drink…all of those items give you gas. I was not
just having mega bad gas…I was have monster-sized gas. I am the deadliest
farter in all the world…and now I am the greatest shooter in the world too. No
one can mess with me!” Ben said with great pride as he stood there in his warm
basketball jersey, basking in the glory of his tremendous accomplishment and
reviling in the sinister stench that filled the hallway. He had smelled nothing
but his flatulence for the last few hours and now he was wanting to get some
fresh air. He finished the conversation with the reporter and a representative
of the athletic association was there to verify the reports of a 140-point game
by a boys’ basketball player. And just to test him, they had him shoot a few
baskets in the gas filled gym just to see his skills. They were awestruck to
see that he had hit every basket. They had someone check the rims and the
boards to see if there was anything that might have attracted the basketball to
the hoop in a way other than plain skill. But there was no trickery found,
nothing to suggest that Ben was genuine with his shots. The only thing that
they noticed was the strong sulfur smell in the gym. The look on the athletic
association representative’s face was the same as the reporter’s when they
found out that Ben had produced all that gas.

“I’m
such a stinker!” Ben said to himself as he laughed along the way out of the
gymnasium with the athletic association representative. After that was complete
there was nothing more to say, Ben went back to the locker room where he was
congratulated by his teammates. Amazingly there was nothing bad said from any
of his teammates, there was no dissent, no jealously, no ill feelings giving to 
Ben for his accomplishment. They had agreed that he should not try for 140
points again, and even Ben was fine with that. After they were done in the
locker room Ben had made his way out of the school where he finally met some
fresh, clean air. As he left the school there as another raucous bubblier that
shook out of his ass.

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“Whew
that is ripe!” He said as he blew the air behind his butt. He started smelling 
his killer stench and began to walk away from the scene of the crime as he made
 his way back home.

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Team Rocket AU where Archie is a higher up Grunt and is suppose to guard Maxie cause he’s an important scientist, but being the Great Maxie he doesn’t make a big effort in the beginning to build a relationship.

Of course this all happens before ORAS so they babies oratleastArchie

Extra cause I was really avoiding laundry: