She Never Knew - Part 7 (Finale)

She Never Knew - Part 7 (Finale)

Weeks upon Semesters Upon years went by Hema eventually forgot about poor Josh. Who was crushed like a lost grape under her bed.

Poor guy, the immediate crushing of the bed didn’t end him. Hema’s constant farts and butt drops on the bed eventually wiped him out. The college campus eventually moved her into her own entire complex.

No one could handle her gaseous releases

Hema used to rely on the college campus shuttle, until she accidentally sat on a very important member of faculty. Of course Hema didn’t feel a thing for weeks, they found the poor guy’s mangled corpse blocking the sewage pipeline weeks after he ‘disappeared’… unlucky for him that day she didn’t bother wearing underwear.

However Hema was a really nice woman who was an amazing doctor/medical student. Ace-ing every test she touched.

She never knew people were bat shit scared of even being near her. Always wondering to herself why the college is so empty all the time.

The college and locals thought they were being smart avoiding her so much. Unfortunately all it did was-

“YESS YESS, I want extra bucket, spicy wings… uhuh ranch too… cmonnnnnn Man of course extra cheeese, olive and gherkin. My toilet will punish tonight hahaha… no no worry, no boyfriend no roommate nobody around for the danger haha”

Hema ordered a hefty order of spicy hot wings to celebrate her finals being handed in. The college plumber, was working in her bathroom, she wasn’t expecting him that same week but he had free time so he popped on by.

The guy was scarred for life fixing her poor old toilet, pulling it together like roadkill on the highway. He could see blast marks on the ceiling, pipes had been dented, she even broke the flush mechanism of the poor thing. He gulped in fear trying to imagine what kind of woman was capable of doing such damage. ALONE?!

He never believed it when the local authorities warned him she killed most of wild life that live at the sewage dump, he thought they were joking.

He almost wanted to apologise to the toilet bowl for having to deal with such a woman

!!?

Hearing her belly bounce into her place, the building shook to life. Followed by her belly gurgling he thought for the worst immediately.

Loud foot steps sent tremors through the house

His natural instincts told him to hide, just knowing what this beast of a woman was capable of, he’d rather just sneak out and come back later, however

With nowhere good to hide… he ran into hid in the shower curtain.

As she butt bounced into the the room, her funky Indian headphones were blarring an uncanny talkshow of which she was VERY INTO… OBSESSED ALMOST

Laughing like a crazy person

FLOOOOONCH!!!

She butt dropped on the poor toilet, taking no notice of the fact it was fixed or not. The plumber felt betrayed knowing she would blast the toilet whether it was working or not. She bounced and spread her cheeks all over the innocent toilet bowl poor thing creaked and churned while it was swallowed between her buns. Hema’s big butt hung over the sides close to the floor too!

She was laughing hysterically with no clue he was in the room. Smacking her knee in stitches..

As she settled down… the air in the bathroom heated up. As if she was

PHOOOOOOOMLCH!!

Paaaaaaaaarrrrffff

The plumber gulped as he could feel her logs shake the room. He could hear the poor toilet mechanism churning on such a big-

THOOOOOOOOOOOOMLCH!!

Hema sighed, looking around for what was making such a rattling sound, butt bouncing trying to silence it

The plumber hand over mouth listening the toilets suffering, the best part of an hour. Sweat was beating down her huge body, each toilet blast forced the automatic toilet flush. The plumbers eyes were red and could not stand the toxic fumes any longer luckily for him

DUPLORCH!!!

Hema rose, leaving the massacred toilet under her. It barely stood up straight, reminding her to call the plumber

Cleaning her ass she stomped out as she called Juba, her mom

“Okay… I empty my tank coming for celebration now”

Hema’s face sweetened hearing all the cooking happening in the background

The plumber watched her walk away her sweaty buns, clapping from side to side jiggling as if she had no bones under all that ass meat. He couldn’t help but notice the giant shadow it casted on the ground almost coming back to touch him.

Hema marched outside and noticed the plumbers car… wondering who’s car it is.

The plumber left the toilet corpse and wanted to run for his life, but as he followed up behind Hema, he saw her sizing up his car.

His new Mercedes A class coupe, he got not long ago. Fresh out the dealership. His heart began beating out his chest seeing-

sWORLCH!!

Hema’s belly submerged the side window AND half the rear window, she stood up straight.

However without the keys she found it useless to keep trying so, gave up after accidentally butt bouncing the car a few yards.

The plumber was hiding in her laundry drying line, such giant clothes hid him very well.

!!

Hema’s phone rang and she bounced off into the house.

This was his chance!!

Running to car, fumbling his keys

BEEEP BEEEP!!

Unfortunately, Unlocking the car made a loud sound which alerted Hema!

Hearing her react to the car randomly unlocking he knew she was coming. FAST.

Pressing all of the wrong buttons, he dropped the keys and they went far under the driver seat

(Little did he know the car had converted tucking away the roof)

“Ah got em! -huh?”

BADOOOOOOULCH!!

“Ahhhh!! Comfy leather”

The Poor car crunched into the ground trying to hold her. Hema’s unruly pair off butt cheeks hammered the middle section. Even part of the front passenger seat. She looked back at her laundry rack…

Shrugging off going back to put on underwear, the engine roared in pain lugging her huge body off down the road. The plumber was suffering under her constant shifting around, he could hear the chair braking beneath him. He was not going to make it long under her

Hema likes to drive fast, so she stomped the accelerator pedal to death with her giant feet. Wondering why such a powerful car wasn’t so fast.

Just as the plumber was beginning to black out, Hema leaned over to grab some tissues from the glove box. He was wheezing, left arm now crushed to mush, broken beyond feeling. His right arm sunk into a mere cellulite dimple on her butt. Not even making a jiggle he-

SQUELCH!!!!

Hema found tissues and flung back into the seat, flattening his arm, braking it like a toothpick..

Feeling a little bump she-

BOOOOOMLCH!

SWOOOOLCH!

swerlch!!

Butt bounced a few times getting comfy again, she blushed as her butt busted the door open, the cars suspension creaked loud begging her to stop. But she-

FWOO-BUD-DWOOORLCH!!!

“Ahhh feeling better..”

Hema stood up and flung her butt back into the seat, blasting it back a few yards. Giving her lots more room. Little did she know she nailed the poor plumber. Sitting square on his skull.

The only air he got, were her silent farts. Which he cried on as they were pumped through his nostrils.

Hema drove up to Juba’s house where a group of family greeted her. Somewhat astonished at her weight gain they gave her a warm welcome. A few questioned why she was 6ft 11 inches tall but set aside for the celebrations.

Of course they were beyond themselves with  overwhelming fear of Hema’s weight gain. They presumed her height gain had spiritual significance or something.

The poor plumber was left ironed flat to the seat with two broken arms. Busted ribs, and barely any feeling in his legs. The family mistook him for a weird seat cushion design, folding his body onto the seat and threw a cloth over him.

Hema was the life of the party, eating till her hearts content. After a while family began to worry… wondering how she is still lapping down pots and pots of spicy Indian food.

Her entire family got tired and went home. She was still eating. Hema and Juba were both enjoying glasses of wine and dancing in the living room.

Hema butt crushed, tables, lamps even giant holes in the wall were a results of her shaking her ass to some music.

Juba told Hema she will not driving home drunk and to stay up stairs in the spare room.

Hema launched her weighty assault of heavy house shaking footsteps up the stairs. Her thighs smashed the banister off as her butt jiggled. Her butt cleared all the pictures on the wall as she went up

Meanwhile Hema’s cousin Sha was fast asleep, feeling the house shake his eyes edged open to-

BODOOOOOOOMM!!

Drunk swaying Hema belly bounced the door  flying before her hips caved down the tiny door frame. She managed to break the light switch and couldn’t turn the lights on

The next thing Sha knew was-

SQUELCH!!!!…

Meanwhile Juba lay confused, staring at the ceiling beneath them, thinking to herself if she has forgotten anything today, listening to the bed suffer and creak under Hema until

BHOOOOOOOOOOM

Hema butt crushed the bed to the ground which also smashed a giant ass print in the ceiling.

Worse thing was

Such a drop made ornaments in her room fall and smash, dust fell in her face from the wounded ceiling, even cracks began to form before her eyes

Poor 5ft6 Sha, no taller than her butt cheeks himself was mashed under her clammy gassy butt. She ground him to pulp trying to get comfy. He tried to wriggle but his arms were no match for Hema’s butt, and his legs were pinned under her lead weight thighs.

Hema couldn’t get comfy and was rolling around steamrolling little Sha for the entire night.

Juba was kept awake by yelps of utter pain, but was sure it was animals outside fighting or something. Little did she know her nephew Sha was suffering underneath Hema. Deep within her clammy cheeks as her stomach churned on all the horrifying amount of gas brewing inside her gut.

Morning came around with a silence, an ominous silence after Hema hadn’t slept well at all

Before Hema’s mom even rose from her bed she heard groans and moans coming from outside

They lived in a sub-urban area which was leaning to the rural side of things so her yard was an open field

Peering out the window she saw, Hema wearing ridiculously tight t-shirt that fit her like a tiny bikini top

“HEMAA!! COVER YOUR FAT BUM BUM!! WHERE YOUR DIGNITY?!!

Hema stood and picked DEEEP into her ass and picked out what should be a pair of perfectly fine yoga pants, Juba only saw a damp sweaty fabric, barely able the hold any of her ass. As she let go it squished  up her mighty butt cheeks like a sausage casing that was too small

“VEEERY VERY TIGHT! These were only pants that no rip, I bust them all, very poor quality… I am going to hammock to relax ok”

Juba watched Hema turn and walk towards the twin oak trees in the huge field. The fact that the leggings were sucked straight back into  Hema’s butt with a meaty squelch made Juba shiver in disgust. Her gym leggings were suffering 1000 deaths being worn by Hema.

A text attracted Juba’s glance to her phone

“…Hey Auntie Juba, I’m coming to pick Sha up today, hope he has been a good boy ttyl…”

Juba smiled off into the distance before abruptly running her chunky thighs up the stairs to check the spare room where Sha was staying.

Two beds lay opposite eachother, one was completely untouched, the other was crushed to the floor flatter than a carpet.

This could only mean….

Juba ran to the Window to look over at Hema

Hema was bent over, saying sorry to a tortoise she stepped on, her size 14 feet busted the poor thing like bubble wrap.

However Juba could see something wriggling and struggling in her ‘shorts’ the limp movements only meant one thing

Unfortunately for Sha

BWAAAAAAAAIUUUUUIIUUUUOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFFDFF

Hema was sending waves of gas clouds over the field. The gas was so bad, it stopped Juba in her tracks as she covered her nose and mouth. Stepping backwards ad if Hema’s gas was a life-threatening deterrent.

The sad thing, Hema was dancing and frolicking, meaning her butt cheeks were hammering  poor Sha to pulp in every clap. The sweaty meaty butt claps echoed for miles, the was no way he was escaping her 6ft wide backside. Poor guy was stuck behind them super tight shorts too.

In their family that specific toilet was made for very gassy family members, Hema knew she was the only one who was supposed to use it.

PPRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOFFFFF

*Gurgles*

Seeing the bathroom made her gut go haywire cramping with ferociously bad gas.

Juba hid to brace the impact of the gas on the house as her niece came in the house, wondering where Sha is.

Once Juba told her, she ran out to get choked by the clouds of Hema’s gas. No one could run into such a smell, they could see the waves of heat radiating off the grass as Hema closed the outdoor toilet behind her.

Hours of roaring farts finished with the porta cabin toilet falling to the ground in defeat, Juba and her niece watched on as Hema smiled back at them from the distance.

However as Hema turned to go to the hammock she revealed a 5ft tall mountain of stool. As wide a supersized fridge. Stood there steamy, wafting in the sun rays casting a giant shadow. 

Juba’s niece fell to her knees in defeat

Hema laughed from a distance thinking she was on clean up duty or something, climbing her big butt into the hammock. Which almost busted the two ancient oak trees. The hammock was slammed to the floor by her butt and kicked back with no worries in the world. Farting constantly rubbing her belly.

Juba consoled her niece who was distressed wanting to go and check for her son Sha. Juba let her know what was in the buffet last night… thats when she broke down accepting her sons fate.

“Please no blame my little Hema… after all”

“She never knew he was there”

”She never Knew” 

PSA: 

*I apologise for being gone, Went on a family vacation and expected to have free time where I could write all kinds of stories, turns out one thing after another happened and now I’m back at home safely.

I have pretty much finished most of my main series now, and plan to begin a few new ones.

I apologise for the lack of communication, I was just constantly disturbed and wasn’t able to log in to upload or even write 

I would not mind doing any exclusive requests for your patience, anything around 2,000 words is cool.

In Other word, we just hit 400 watchers over on DeviantArt!! XDDDD*

I appreciate the support!! 

More than you realise

This concludes yet another series I have been wanting to complete. Thanks for the consistent support on the Patreon, it is very VEERY MUCH appreciated.

Hema was an Awesome character to write and look forward to many more like her

Please feel free to come forward and suggest characters, traits, situations, themes you’d like to see more of

Thanks again

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