This is the story of a fat black kid from the project’s unwilling descend into “funky hell.” For full context though, we’ll start from the beginning. To call this kid “fat” is kind of an understatement, at just 17 Lorenzo weighed a whomping 420 pounds but only managed to reach about 5 foot 6 inches in height. As you can imagine with dimensions that crazy he was extremely chunky literally, everywhere. however, this had been amplified (and in a way was multiplied) by his BBW Mom’s big thick frame and his obese Nigerian Dad’s hefty body build. Meaning Lorenzo was the best of both overweight worlds. He had inherited his dads massive tree trunk thighs, belly and moobs while retaining his moms bottom heavy pear shape, enormous hips and butt-cheeks. He was also given other “gifts” (or curses depending on who you ask) from them both, which were a horrible sweating condition from his mom and his dad’s never-ending funky B.O. disorder. All of these factors combined with his horribly unhealthy diet and lack of daily (or weekly) hygienic care made him less of a kid and more of a walking stink-bomb. The young plump thug only cared about smoking “loud” on the block, getting deep-throat from fat thots, (since they were the only ones desperate enough to endure his extremely strong funk) and good eats. Now, with His always musky Mom sitting on her fat ass working from home and his stink-ridden Dad being a garbage-truck driver that comes in and stanks the house up regularly, they never really noticed or cared much. An exception being when his mom would occasionally notice the putrid dark skids in his boxers spanning from the top of the crack to the bottom or his cheesy, yellow sweat stain covered socks of that month when doing laundry. Which would just result in a “you need to bathe more” scolding that went nowhere. It wasn’t until - his home room instructor at school called to inform his parents about complaints of his unbearable stench made by both his class and football team mates respectively, how this was effecting his schooling and how Lorenzo was even subsequently being kicked off the team because of it - that his parents agreed on sending him to a fat camp for the summer to lose weight and hopefully gain “better” hygiene. His coach was quoted on saying “I’ve smelled 25 years of high-school and college football locker rooms and I’ve never smelled a stank that just, sticks and shakes me to my core like this kids!”, so his Mom was embarrassed and felt it would be best.
Chapter-2: Parent Payback
Lorenzo was furious with the news of his unexpected summer detour. He had planned to just smoke, snack and fuck whatever big booty, sloppy hood whales that would let him all summer long or at least, until he was forced to find a job. With his prior plans soiled the big boy decided to rebel in the only way he knew how, which to him meant graduating from a regular ol’ stink-bomb to a full on funky nuke! He had a full 2 weeks till he left and he was goin to make his parents and any other authority’s pay, big-time. He grabbed his rank, filthy gym compression wear (which he had in a gym bag inside of zip-locks because even he couldn’t withstand the level of stink they let off) to wear under his clothes for his remainder of time home. He purposely skipped any forms of bathing & smeared poop all the way up his crack and in his taint and thigh pits after each dump he took! He wore his stinkiest shoes and unwashed socks, threw away his deodorant and even replaced his lotion with a mixture of cheese sauce, jalapeño and pickle juice. By the end of week 2 he smelled the worst he had ever smelled, times 20! On the morning of the trip his dad yelled upstairs for the boy to get ready, Lorenzo didn’t even pack a change of clothes he just, doused his neck and behind his ears with his new gag inducing lotion concoction then packed snacks and his weed pipe into his backpack along with his stash. He headed down the stairs towards the door and past his mom when she instantly gagged and started panting in disbelief and disgust. His dad yelled, “god damn, boy u stank! That’s why yo’ ass in this shit now! Sheeeeesh!” Lorenzo just shrugged and rushed past, in a rush to get the unwanted trip over with. His dad was to drive him 45 minutes to the nearest bus station then from there he would board the “Funk-House Camp” Bus and ride an additional 12 hours to the camp down in San Antonio Texas. Lorenzo’s dad had found a camp on the dark web that claimed to specifically specialize in reducing weight and improving hygienic habits of poverned overweight young adults for free. The whole ride there Lorenzo’s dad and his nose were in agony and this was saying something with him being a fat African man, who studies have proven genetically have the strongest funk. The obese teens ripe B.O. was fuming and filling the entire car even with the windows down. Lorenzo had ate a bowl of beans the night before and wasn’t hesitating to rip huge eggy farts with each bump of the road, unbeknownst to him though this was a torture tactic he would soon become oddly familiar with in one way, or another.
Upon reaching the bus station his dad wished him well and he grabbed his backpack then walked towards the bus. Lorenzo was greeted at the door of the bus by a humongously fat, darkskinned older black man. This guy was massive standing at 5 feet 10 inches tall and he had to be every bit of 565 pounds or more. Like Lorenzo, a healthy majority of his weight was all stored in his lower half, specifically in his hips, thighs and huge fat hippo-butt. He had a thick full beard and a deep voice, “Hey! lil’ big fella, you must be, Lorenzo!” He said with a weirdly sadistic grin. “Yeah”, whispered Lorenzo with an irritated look on his face. “I’m Marcus, your guide for the ride, and one of your mentors when we get to camp,” explained the giant, as he place one of his thick meaty hands on the short chubs shoulder. His fat sausage fingers pressed into Lorenzo’s squishy back fat and was soaked in sweat and musk, built from the ride over. “Well Damn! lil nigga, you bout funky as fuck, ain’t you!” Yelped Marcus with a chuckle, as he raised his hand and took a deep sniff. Lorenzo just shrugged and said, “whatever bruh, send me home if you don’t like it.” Marcus looked him in his eyes and said “like it?, lil’ nigga I Love it! Just made my shit twitch!” Then chuckled again. Lorenzo had no idea what he meant by this but just ignored it and brushed past Marcus to board the bus. When he stepped on the bus he was slapped with the heavy stank of a bus’s worth of sweaty unwashed superchub kids with various body odors issues. He was use to this level of smell but he still coughed being caught off guard. Immediately he noticed that there was only 5 other fat kids on the bus and one other fat mentor, excluding the driver. Lorenzo found it weird that the group was so small and that both of the mentors were fatter than he was himself. But he just walked to the back of the bus, put his head phones in and stared out the window the entire time during the long 12 hour ride.
Chapter-4: “Arrival” (Decent Into Funky Hell)
By the time they arrived at the “FunkHouse” at the end of the long hot bus ride everybody on board was moist, sticky and drenched in sweat in all the wrong places. This and the fact that they had been crammed in a small buss with their fat funky asses and it’s accompanying butt sludge just marinating and fermenting in hot leather seats raised the level of funk in the bus to an unbearable state! It didn’t help much that all the windows were either jammed and stuck shut or too rusted to open at all and today was shaping up to be one of the hottest days of the summer so far. Each of the campers and instructors had put their hands over their noses trying to fight the brutal vinegary assault of the nostrils that was their combined G.O. or “group odor.” Being the outspoken thug of the group, Lorenzo was having no more of this hopping up to belt, “well this piece of shit stopped, what the fuck are We waiting for?! You muhh fuckas stank!” Marcus Chuckled mouthing, “you one to talk jit!” To himself before explaining that he was completing a mental head count as well as assigning beds and that everyone was free to disembark now. Almost immediately all the chunky campers began to raise up and storm off the bus, resembling a heard of wild rhinos. Lorenzo thought back to what Marcus had said. He assumed by “assigning beds” he meant individually and that a rinky-dink place like this would for sure have cheap bunks. He had no ideal that they would be sharing queen-sized mattresses three to a bed or that they would have no changes of sheets and only be allowed to swap with the other groups, already “soiled” linen. In addition to these already strenuous conditions they be introduced to a slue of other particularly nasty requirements or restrictions set by the Funkhouse but for now it was late and time to hit the sack. Marcus handed Lorenzo a small piece of paper reading, “bed #1 & bed #2” with what looked to be initials written under each bed then motioned the campers toward a shack sized cabin on the western side of the campgrounds. Just then the driver, a 620 pound horse assed behemoth of a man, who hadn’t said much of anything up to this point yelled out, “yea get chall’ some rest, ya gon’ need it tomorrow, MENTALLY!” Before letting out a loud rumbling laugh.
When the campers got to the cabin they each stepped in moving to the side and tried to spread out in the cramped space, a task that wasn’t easy to say the least. After every one was in the last boy shut the door. Carlos the 395 pound Mexican boy who had sat directly in front of Lorenzo on the bus ride noticed the lack of beds in the room, “Mannn, the fuck they got goin on in here? two lil ass beds and six niggas?! Nahh, they trippin!” That outburst of rebellion was quickly subdued as the all began to simultaneously notice and read the signs in the room one of which that read, “avoid sleeping on lower grounds to reduced the risk of rodent bites.” So without much choice the boys climbed into their assigned beds and began to try and move into a comfortable sleeping positions. After an hour of basically playing Tetris with their body fat, it was decided that in order for them to be comfortable enough to get any sleep each bed would have to have two guys laying in a spooning position at the head and then one unlucky camper would have to lay head to cheesy feet! The foot dwellers were going to be decided by a game of old fashion rock paper scissors but with them all being fat gassy pigs, Boobie, another one of the 400 pound campers came up with the bright idea of a fart contest. Each team of three was to conduct their own, the farts would be judge based on how long, loud & most importantly stanky they were. The most rank and pungent would be the winner which means they get to sleep in the front reducing the amount of farts and foot funk from the dweller they will have to breathe in. Second place goes to the louder or longer of the remaining two earning them the spot behind the 1st place winner in the bed only having to breathe in some of the funk they will kick up in the night together. However third place would be stuck at the dweller position doomed to endure both his bunk mates stale foot funk & eggy fart bombs all through out the mucky summer night. This would be repeated every two weeks until the summer was up.
They all agreed and the farts commenced. Mind you no one has showered or had a bowel movement in at least 14 hours!
Chapter-6: “It Stinks N Here” (Bed #1)
The first chub to start off the rotten competition was Randy, a 380 pound white lard ass teen with fat rosy cheeks, blonde bangs and gurthy hamhock thighs to go along with his wide heavy wagon ass. He was paired up with Boobie and another short stubby 375 pound indian superchub named Ronjay. Randy stood up from the bed and turned to the group of campers then paused before warning, “alright now fellas, my mom says I would peel the wallpaper if it wasn’t for Febreze!” Then he lifted his left leg and let it rip!
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Randy’s fart had a loud echoing rattle and lasted for about 5 seconds. It was extra rank and pungent reminiscent of deviled eggs & mayonnaise jars left out to spoil. The after effects were felt instantly! “Fuckkk Dude, something died in there!” Exclaimed Ronjay while dropping his head, “I Hope Boobie’s big ass doesn’t smell as bad as it looks or I’m fucked!” “Sorry y’all forgot to mention I had Mexican ribs and burritos for lunch and it wants to come out. I better take a trip to the shitter” Ronjay was up next, He desperately wanted to avoid being barraded by Randy’s dirty colon punches so he turned to the boys bent over half way while spreading his cheeks with both hands and strained to push out his guts as hard as he could!
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Ronjay’s Fart started with a loud pop then fizzed out to a low bubbly stutter. It was nice and ripe and extra stanky but didn’t linger as long as Randy’s whose reminiscents of distinct mayoy odor could still be smelt through the tiny room. “Good Shit! But it’s my turn now! Let me show y’all boys how it’s done!” Proclaimed Boobie with a cocky smirk before dropping both his jeans and boxer briefs and squatting directly in front of his two bunkies.
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Boobie’s Nasty Fart started with a loud wet explosion continuing with a deep echoing rumble seeming to get louder all the way up to the end and lasted for a whopping 9 seconds! It was immediate torture to everyone’s noses in the room, Stankin’ up the whole cabin while sticking to their throat and nostrils and lingering for almost 20 minutes. Without surprise Boobie was Declared the 1st place winner, Randy took second and Ronjay began to pray he wouldn’t lose his lunch tonight since both the winners had kicked off their sneakers and cracked open a celebratory pack of canned chilli. He could already smell the strong stench of warm old cheese and stale corn-chips coming from their feet and they weren’t anywhere as close to his face as they would be for the next two weeks!
Chapter-7: “Crack a Window!” (Bed #2)
Now, while Ronjay, Randy and Boobie were bombing each other and the little room they were in with their fat filthy swamp-asses a similar situation was happening just a few feet away with the three big sweaty superchubs in bed #2! First up was Carlos, Lorenzo joked that the guys should cover their noses because the “bean eater” was up first which brought on a few chuckles. Carlos just glared at Lorenzo before quickly pulling his pants and boxers down bending over and blasting a huge, nasty, long, wet fart directly In Lorenzo’s face two inches from his nose!
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Carlos’s funky ass gas was thick heavy and undeniable! It stank like a porta potty from a Mexican festival had been poured into a used dumpster then baked by the sun and Lorenzo got to experience this agonizing stench up close and personal. The Fat Black Teen immediately coughed and gagged throwing up in his mouth having to swallow it back down. “WHAT THE FUCK BRUH!” Cried out Lorenzo still coughing along with everyone else in the room, “I got something for yo fat stanky ass!” It was pay back time and Lorenzo didn’t plan to hold back at all. He remembered the disgusting state he had gotten his fat blubbery body into before coming to the camp along with all the fatty greasy food he’s been eating to build up extra deadly flatulence and decided to use it all to obliterate his new rivals nasal cavities. The moment Carlos turn his head to see how the competition over in bed #1 was going Lorenzo waisted no time dropping both his jeans and sticky rank compression wear slightly bending and palming the back of Carlos’s head. He even gripped his thick curly hair for control and squashed his whole face directly into his fat slimy week’s unwashed whale ass nose to hole!
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Lorenzo’s monstrosity of a fart started with an explosive blast that that was only subtly muffled by Carlos’s nose which led to an even louder deep gurgle that sounded more like releasing diarrhea. The gurgling alternated With a wet splashing sound up until the end of its 11 second duration. In Smelled rancid like Carlos’s baked poop dumpster had been infused with cheese vinegar and spoiled milk then mixed into an egg salad and left out, making everyone gag and welch for non-existent fresh air in the room. After the initial burning sensation Carlos felt in his nose the horrible odor hit him and he almost passed out. He yanked his head back from between Lorenzo’s massive mucky globes, the suction that had been created from impact making an audibly wet pop! His face had been coated in thick creamy butt sludge and his nose was literally brown from splashes of excrement that had leaked out during the rotten rectal gassing. When the air hit Carlos’s face the smell was intensified and he had to swallow down the chunks he blew in his mouth just like Lorenzo had jus done but some leaked out the corner of his mouth and Lorenzo pointed and laughed. Carlos was completely spun. Because of what had just happen to poor Carlos and how devastating the room reeked by now, both of the chubs had completely forgotten about their last bunk mates turn in the contest. This is Ironic, because soon they wouldn’t be able to forget!
Chapter-8: “Donny’s, Ummmm’, “fart”
As the remnants of Lorenzo’s putrid gas began to fan out into the room and mix with the rest of the nasty pre-poop farts the tiny room stunk like someone had blended boiled eggs together with raw sewage then poured said mixture into a humidifier! On top of this everyone except Donny, the 500 pound sixth camper, had removed their shoes by now so there was a thick underlying odor of warm cheese and Fritos that followed each sniff of nauseating gas they took in. “Fuckkk! It’s rank in here! Smells worst then my abuela’s shitter the mourning after she cooks bean & beef burritos for me and my 7 fat uncles,” belted out Carlos, who at this point had spread out on the bed with his smelly feet at the headboard and his head resting on the foot of the bed trying to recover from the stinky rancid attack he had just “survived.” “I’m glad that shits ov-“ “Over? asked Donny in an aggressive tone while interrupting Carlos’s would be statement. “That’s funny cause I was just getting started, no way I’m letting u fuckers get away with all this stink I had to take in. You guys’s nasty feet funk alone is triggering my gag reflexes! Smells like a fucking over-used McDonald’s playroom tunnel, after a football team field trip! Then on top of that I have to huff in your spoiled fat asses and rotten poop shoots!” “You fat stanky, land whales should be ashamed of yourselves!” “But you know what kid, I like your style! And at the end of that humiliating rant without hesitation Donny Reveals his true form! The thick hipped obese giant quickly pulls down his sweat pants and ripe, sticky, year old spandex boxer briefs revealing his enormous sloppy cellulite and pimple covered lard-ass! His ass was, for lack of a better word “scary” looking. It was dark as night with even darker spots everywhere there was a pimple or boil. It was both wider then the door frame and protruded out even further. His ass was both solid and heavy but also squishy and sloppy looking. This fat fuck had a monster ass in every sense! And unfortunately for Carlos he was in the perfect position to unleash his disgusting punishment on! Without warning Donny firmly gripped both cheeks and spread his big dirty dump-truck butt then plopped down on Carlos’s face!The putrid ass prison covered his face flopping and molding over the sides of his skull engulfing his entire head! Donny placed both his hands on his pudgy kneecaps as if he was on the toilet straining to push out a huge dump and…
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Donny repeatedly burst blast of deadly regurgitated ass toxins to Carlos’s unwilling face. His filthy loose ass hole had been positioned to fully cover Carlos’s nose which was completely sucked inside due to Donny’s immense weight, yet his mountain of ass was so vast that Carlos’s mouth was still completely covered by sweaty unwashed booty meat. This meant in order to breathe he was forced to snort whatever Donny’s ass had to offer, which was a lot! Donny had a bad habit of keeping and eating soul food leftovers for way too long and because of this he had been backed up for about three weeks now so Carlos was sadly smelling a months worth of spoiled and digested unhealthy food. Of course this smelled atrocious up close! Like Heated skunk shit, spoiled milk and eggs… from last year! All the guys in the room that could, scrunched up their faces covered their noses and gagged however Carlos didn’t have this privilege and was about to hurl right up Donny’s ass crack. Donny was showing no mercy moving around to finally take off his cheesy old timberland boots and yellowish sweat soaked socks before wiggling his funky toes and removing his pants and drawers from around his ankles, all the movement squashing Carlos’s nose deeper into his dark dusty crevice! Just as Carlos was about to lose it and barf Donny slightly lifted up and positioned his greasy asshole right onto Carlos’s open mouth!
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Donny’s second round of farts were impossibly worst and much stronger! So strong that the force was able to push Carlos’s puke back down and shoot directly into his throat! But the assault didn’t stop there following the fart was a splat of chunk filled diarrhea and thick creamy shit with a clay like consistency that Carlos had no choice but to swallow down and stomach! Donny then lifted up once more sitting his now shit caked hole on Carlos’s nose once more and pushing out the last of his evil odors!
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Carlos literally lost consciousness and laid there on the bed spread out with green and dark-brown shit dripping from his mouth and dried to the inside of his nose! All the other boys mouths were dropped in disbelief at both what had just happened and the unbearable smell even from where they were standing. The rooms smell was now indescribably stank so the boys just got in bet into their positions and tried to sleep so they couldn’t smell. A task that was much more challenging to say the least for poor Ronjay and Carlos, who woke up to a devastating combined “Dutch-oven” from Lorenzo and Donny!!!💨🤢
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