Real life story of my biggest ripped brotherly fart

Alright kids, gather 'round and let me tell you perhaps one of the funniest moments of me and my brother growing up.

So, let's rewind and go back in time to 2009. I was about 15 or so at the time, practicing and enjoying my somewhat newly aquired fetish. For those whom do not know, I have practiced anally inflating myself for around 4 months or so with an air pump, after seeing a guy on television trying it for a farting competition. Moving back to the story, I had finished pumping myself up in the bathroom, and was going to exit it to go to the kitchen and grab something. And I mean, I was REALLY inflated, super full of air. Well, as it turns out, my brother was also walking down the hallway and ran into me, and I decided then and there to release the beast.

The following fart could only be described as "epic", and let me and my brother tell you: it was the stuff of legends. I ripped a fart so awesome, so poweful that the windows of our house were literally shaking, and my dad upstairs had to see what was going on as he thought an earthquake or something had happened! I think every gastroenterologist within a 20 mile radius felt a disturbance in the force, and my neighbours in the area probably stopped what they were doing to focus on this breaking of a hurricane wind. I think I cut more cheese in that moment than the whole of Switzerland!

But in the house at that moment, with me and my brother, my passing of gas was so loud we couldn't hear each other in our screams of laughter. I was in such intense pain, yet I couldn't stop the breach. That fart was so loud and lasted so long I think my ears were ringing from it. And it lasted a good, oh, I think ten secconds? It got the loudest in the middle, and it sounded like one hundred motorbikes revving their engines at the same time. This was the most honest and true term for the word "intense". But oh no, that wasn't just it! I still was ripping after I finally caught my breath! Then I continued for another good five seconds, my brother suffocating on his own laughter pleading me to stop. But I couldn't; the train was on full blast and there was no stopping it. Through the pain I best describe as "gaseous lava on a bruise", it kept going, as my rectal cavity took complete control, leaving me helpless to it's whim. There was repeated farts after that, but the initial atomic bomb and shockwave had passed, leaving me weak and drenched in sweat. My body, notably my butt was trashed like Sylvester Stallone at the end of Rocky 4. We must have laughed for a solid two minutes before any of us could really move, and to this day my brother doesn't know how I could blow such a thing.