Francine had always been a loyal wife. She had never waned or wavered when it came to her marriage. Well, not seriously at least. But lately, he had been making it hard on her. Not on purpose, but he had been making offhand comments about her upkeep and hygiene. He had been saying that she had been letting herself go. Keeping the house clean, leaves her less time to clean herself, and workout. This meant that she had packed on a few pounds and has only been able to shower every other day. Which, shouldn't matter, as she doesn't leave the house that often. And when she does, she would make sure she was clean and looking good. But, Stan was selfish. He didn't care about how Francine felt, only how he felt. So, Francine decided to just take a day to herself. To let herself relax and let loose. In more ways than one.
 
 
 
 Francine slammed down the empty two-liter on the coffee table and let out a loud, fruit belch. She threw the bottle into the pile of empty containers. Some were burger boxes, some were Chinese takeout boxes, some were even empty taco party packs. She had stuffed herself to her absolute limit, her belly bulging out more so than normal. She had ballooned herself to around the 130's, but that's not counting her current bloat. Her stomach churned and sloshed, loudly making it's presence clear. She leaned back on the couch and let herself sink into the cushions. "Oh fuck..May have went overboard on this.." She sighed. She rubbed her gurgling gut, trying to soothe it's presumed suffering. "Here comes a good one." She smiled dumbly and closed her eyes, as a massive, couch muffled fart. Brrrrrrfff It only took a few seconds before the smell filled the room. The nasty, rank stench made it's way to Francine's nose, making her giggle softly. "Hell yeah." It was then that her heart sank a bit. She hadn't told Stan of her plans to have a 'cheat' day, so when she had heard footsteps approaching the front door, she was a little worried. Stan opened the door and was immediately was assaulted by Frannie's stink. He quickly covered his nose and turned to her. "Francine, what are you doing?! Was that you?" Francine stared at him for a second before working up the courage to talk to him. "Well, Stan, I'm taking a day to myself, whether you like it or not! And yes, it was me. Get over it. Now, I already ate," She stood up and gave her belly a light pat, "So you need figure out what you eating. I'm headed upstairs to relax." She flipped her hair and started to make her way up stairs. As she walked past him, she crop dusted all the way to the bedroom. Stan stared in disbelief as his fat wife walked away from him. His eyes started to water and he gagged upon receiving Frannie's gift.
 
 
 Later that night, Francine lay in bed, on her phone. She was scrolling through her secret OnlyFrans account, slowly getting more and more tired. Stan had already knocked out, giving up on arguing with her hours ago. Prrtt A small toot slipped out of Frannie's ass, taking her a little by surprise. Her stomach had stopped it's gurgling a few hours ago, but it's bloated nature hadn't left. That was when an idea hit her. She quietly got up and went to the door, locking it. She activated the little CIA lock Stan had installed on the door, and locked Stan out of it, so that only she could unlock it. She snuck back over to the bed and got under the blanket. She felt a rumble in her tummy and gripped the bed sheets. Pfft A hot stream of air hissed out from between her ass cheeks. She quickly pulled the blanket over Stan's head, making him shoot awake. "What the hell Fra-" The silent-but-deadly gas made Stan gag and try to get out from under the blanket. He managed to get out of the bed and was ready to scold Francine. "Careful Stan. This is my one relaxing day. You do anything to make me not relaxed, and let's just say you'll have a first hand look at what I've been working on all day.." She rubs her tummy, smirking at Stan. Stan shook his head at her. "I don't know what's gotten into you today, but I'm gonna sleep on the couch until you've chilled out." He made his way to the door and tried to open it. "Scan failed. User: Francine ID required." Stan gulped and turned back to Francine. "S-So, what do you need me to do?"
 
 
 Frannie stretched herself out on the bed, wiggling her toes as she did so. "Get to it." She said to Stan, a domineering aura about her. Stan sighed and sat on the end of the bed. He stared at her beautiful, dainty feet. Or, they would be if she had been keeping up with herself. While they looked fine, the sweat that has built up on them was a little overwhelming. He began massaging her sweaty feet and Frannie let herself go limp with ecstacy. "Oh yeah..That's what Mama likes.." As she relaxed, so did her guts. BRRRAAAAAPP "Oh yeah..Mama's got a lot more where that comes from." Stan covered his nose with one of his hand and kept massaging with the other. "Nuh uh. This is all for you. This is what you get for being mean to me. Sniff it all up~" Stan looked at her with fear in his eyes, taking his hand off his nose and taking a deep inhale. He coughed at her horrid gas and continued to rub her feet. BRRRRT PRRRRT FRAAAAAAPP Farts sputtered out of Frannie's fanny, much to Stan's dismay. The room became thick with the smog pouring out of Francine. It became hot and humid, resulting in Francine sweating more and making her even more revoltingly stinky. After a few more minutes of farts and massages, Frannie pushed her foot into Stan's face. "I need a little more loving. Getting to kissin'." Stan pulled away from her foot waving in his face. "Francine, please...Don't you think this is a bit much?" Francine's brow furrowed. "Oh, I'll show you too much if you don't get to kissing." Stan looked at her foot in disgust and closed his eyes. He kissed the bottom of her foot and pulled back, scrunching up his face. "Good boy. Now get to licking~" Stan stood up. He was done with her shit. He was calling her bluff. "No! Francine, this has gone too far!" Francine frowned at him. "Okay. Fine. If that's how you want to do it." She stood up and started to slip off her night gown, along with her panties underneath, leaving her completely nude. "Lay down." Frannie demanded. Stan shook his head. "No. I'm done with all of this." He turned back to the door to see if he could unlock somehow. Francine walked over to him and grabbed the back of his underwear. She pulled, starting to make her way back to the bed. Stan's eyes widened as he got the worst wedgie he'd ever received. He was also surprised at how strong she was, as she was actually able to move him. She let go and walked around him. While Stan tried to pull his underwear out of his ass, Francine shoved him onto the bed. "H-How did you do that?" Frannie smirked. "Maybe don't leave your CIA vitamins or whatever they were, just sitting on the night stand." She made her way onto the bed, hovering over Stan. "Let's see how much you can handle~"
 
 
 Francine shoved her full belly in Stan's face. "Give your food baby some love. Get to know it. It's gonna get to know you." Stan was engulfed by her soft, warm tummy. It was pleasant on the outside, but just beyond the surface, he could hear the war going on inside. A purely rotten chemical warfare. It let out a loud grumble, causing Frannie to bite her lip. "Oh yeah. It's more than ready for you.." She turned herself around, so that her sweaty fat ass lingered over Stan's face. She slammed it down onto him, rubbing her butt stink and sweat all over him. She moved it around until she found the sweet spot, his nose slotting into her pucker, almost as if that was where it was meant to be. As soon as his nose found it's place, a bassy, bed shaking fart blasted onto Stan's face. BRRRAAARRRPPPT "Phew, didn't know if I could hold that one until I was ready.." Murmurs and struggles under here from Stan made Frannie smile. "What's wrong? I thought you like this Frannie fanny~" FFRRRRTT Her pucker widened, allowing Stan's nose to slip in further, as it gave him more noxious fumes. Francine's tongue hung out of her mouth, the feeling of letting out so much pent of gas better than anything. She gripped Stan's dick, which was twitching in his underwear. "Seems like someone's enjoying themselves~" Stan was anything but. Stan had found out a while back that he had every fetish ever. But after one crazy night, he found himself losing most of them, and becoming rather vanilla again. Farts was one of the ones he lost. Whether Francine knew that and was just teasing him, or she genuinely thought he still had that, was up in the air. All he knew was that this is what Hell was like. Hot. Humid. Stinking of methane. Evil women. BRRRRFFFFTTT Stan's thoughts were interrupted by the putrid, raunchy air invading his nostrils. He began to cry, begging for Francine to stop. She couldn't hear him, both from under her massive ass, and over her ass blasts. Her stomach had been shrinking with each expulsion. Only a small portion of her stomach was still bloated, leaving a grand finale. BRRRRRAAAAAAPPPPPP FRRRRRRRTTTT PRRRRROOOORTTTT PRRRRRFFFFTTTT Frannie let out a long sigh, finally feeling better. Stan had stopped struggling, so she assumed that either he had passed out, or died. Either way, she didn't care. She was to busy jumping up and running to the bathroom.
 
 
 "Oh fuck..Tonight's been nice, but time to get it over with." Frannie said to herself, sitting down on the toilet. The cold porcelain felt uncomfortable on her incredibly hot ass. A small toot started it off. What followed made Frannie clench hard. Almost as if she was constipated, nothing was seeming to happen. After a minute or two of grunting and pushing with all her might, a loud plop echoed in the toilet. She sighed, thinking the worst was over. But little did she know, the dam had just been broken. A deluge of liquid shit rushed out of her stained pucker. Completely digested and nothing recognizable. The room filled with a smell all too familiar to the Smith household. Francine's shit were the worst, filling the whole house with a reeking cloud of toxic waste. No one ever said anything to her, so she thought nobody knew it was her behind them. But, everyone knew, and just didn't want to say anything to her. After a solid minute of spurts of shit rushing through her, it seemed over. She rubbed her tummy, which had went back to just being pudge, and stood up. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and the mess from her ass. She flushed and went back to check on her husband. After all, if he was dead, she wouldn't be able to do this again next week.