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My Sister’s Bug WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS FART/BUTT DOMINATION, SCAT, AND SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. First thing you should know is that I hate my sister Amelia. I know it sounds mean, but it isn’t without warrant. She hates me too-and she’s not even my sister! She’s my half sister, coming as a spoiled-brat bitch from my step-mom. Christ knows who slept with her to create THIS fucking spawn. “Come on, fart boy, you gotta reach higher!” she pleaded. PRRRRRRAAATTTT! Her ass, wide enough to be unhealthy for her size and age, let loose a rippling fart into my face. I backed away from my pursuits in disgust as the cream cheese smell followed me. “Give me my fucking notebook!” I yelled, leaning in to throw a punch. She easily grabbed my hand, being two heads taller than me. With her thick arms, she spun me around, doing so herself to plant her ass above my head. BBRRROOOOPPPTTT! I gasped and yelled in anger. I was too weak to run away as she held onto me. She spoke as the hell-spawned ass gas shat all over my face. “You know, I think I’ll hold onto this for a little while,” Amelia said, waving my notebook in front of me. “I know you draw and write soooo good Timmy. I’m sure my ass will enjoy such artsie company!” She let me go, freeing her hand to pull back her yoga pants and drop my notebook against her bare ass. I shrieked, looking at the spiral metal curve along with her cheeks. BBBRRRRULLLLTTTT! “Ahhhh,” she boasted, waving her prize above my face. I screamed, to the point of embarrassing voice cracks. I hit and clawed at her, to which she laughed and pushed me away, letting out various toots against my prized notebook. “Sorry Timmy! If you don’t want to be part of my Bug Juice, I need a substitute. I’m sure I’ll find a good use for this once I’m done reading it anyway.” FFRRRLLARRRPPTSST! An astonishing wet fart probably coated the paper. I watched her walk away in anger. I hated her so much. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- That notebook was my life. I had others, hidden away in secrecy so Amelia wouldn’t find them. But once I stopped participating in her “playtime”,(an activity which involved shrinking me down to bug size to fart on me) Amelia has been a nosy bitch. Now her grievances have mounted to theft. I sat alone on my bed, thinking about what hazardous and embarrassing material she might find in my pages. The furry drawings, my romance novel startups...oh god, I had PLENTY of disgusting things to say about Amelia, too. No doubt she would hang me to dry against her asshole. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- BBBLLRRBBTTTTTT! The bubbly toot sent my neck hairs climbing for cover. My nose hairs protested as the smelly stench hit me from beneath Amelia's bed covers. Although she was a light sleeper, her ass seemed to lull her asleep. Most nights, it kept me awake from two rooms down. FFFLLLBBBBOOTT! I tried my hardest to ignore the obnoxious scent and focus on my mission. The notebook was nowhere to be found in her room. I checked everywhere, twice; except in her pants. No way would I be able to removed it without disturbing her. At least, from this height. So, it was with great regret that I held the glowing blue shrinking capsule in my hand. Amelia had used these little babies to inflict mounds of nauseous stench on me. Sometimes she hid them in my food, or even occasionally force feeding me them. This time, I was taking them willingly. “Here goes,” I thought. BBBRRRROOOPPPP! As a foreboding warning, Amelia tooted while I swallowed the pill. Climbing on her bed was no cakewalk, but I made it up. Now, the hard part would begin. My step sister’s fat ass rose and fell with her sleep, usually followed by a small toot. It was almost as if her ass was snoring for her. PPPTTTTSSSSTTT! I thanked my lucky stars that she slept on her stomach. As I walked along her massive thighs, I could see the mound of ass bend along my horizon. I was only the size of a small beetle; I’m sure even the bed bugs tried to avoid her. I crept along her back, nestling underneath the top of her covers. Suddenly, her head jerked. “Whuh...hhmmmmm.” she said. PPPPRRRRRPPSSSSSSS! She sighed, nestling her head back into the covers. I tried my hardest to stifle my gags as the silent eggy fart relieved itself from inside the covers. I took one last breath of “fresh air” before diving into the largest dutch oven. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I can’t describe the exact feeling of being a tiny beside Amelia's ass. Just imagined you were trapped in a car on a warm summer's day. Now imagine that car was inside a volcano, belching out contagious batches of sulfur every few seconds. PPRRLLAAARRRLTT! That almost comes close. It took a lot of strength to lift Amelia's waistband. All of her trapped stink lunged at me from her pantiless night pants. I quickly let them down, giving myself a breather. I’ve been close to her ass before. But this was different. She would regulate her farts to keep me suffering,(and herself out of trouble). But here, her ass was a loose cannon. I willed myself to open the pants and dive in. BBBLLLUUURRRRTTT! With a sharp fart, I heard the rustle of pages. My notebook! No doubt I would be able to use it again, but I wouldn’t let it fall into her hands...or ass.I felt around, mostly feeling the ass hairs and acne bumps. Suddenly, I felt an all too familiar sticky surface. PPRRRLLLRUUUUFFFFF! The asshole I stumbled upon lifted my arm upward with a strain of silent gas. There was no holding back my coughing this time. I could only hope that Amelia would stay sleeping. I needed to get out...NOW. I crawled and endured hot fart after fart, until finally, I grabbed hold of the notebook’s metal spirals. I grabbed hold, inching my way back to the surface. Suddenly, I felt a sharp turn and my stomach felt the butterflies. Amelia had flipped backward, squishing me with my notebook on top. FFWWWWRRRRTTTT! I was glad the notebook took most of the impact of the fart. Still, the smell drifted from the pages to my nose. I could feel my sweaty body being grinded into a pulp under her hot smelly ass. This was going to a monumental challenge. I pressed on, using her pants as a foothold to press forward. FFWWWWUURRRPTTT! BBBLLLBBPPPPTT! BBRRRAARROOTTT! Steamy fart after fart let loose, egging me on,(quite literally from the smell) to stay put in her stinky sauna. PPPRRRRLLLAAAPPPPP! My eardrums felt less of a tinge...meaning I was getting so close to the exit. I reached out, pushing a line of fabric down my face. Out of complete, smelly darkness, I found a strand of light. FINALLY! With a series of harsh pulls, I pushed myself out. Getting the notebook to follow was tough. I was 10 times smaller than it, pulling against its weight, along with Amelia's fat ass smothering it. Finally, it came loose-SSHRRRRPPPP! With a page, ripping from the seams. My head screamed in fear. That was quite loud, even for tonight's situation. I grabbed the rest of the notebook and hopped onto the soft floor carpet. Very quickly, I laid the notebook on the ground, eyeing it’s contents in the dark. The pages were full of ass sweat and brown streaks...but there was a bigger problem tugging at my heart. There were no words on these pages. No drawings either. Simply meaning, that this was NOT my notebook. “Looking for this?” My heart froze as I turned to find Amelia smiling down at me from her bedside. She laughed, reaching under her mattress to pull out my coveted Notebook. “Don’t you worry, fart boy. I’ve kept your little nerdbook nice and safe.” I ran back as she rose from her bed to stand above me. Her pants were now completely off, showcasing her crowd of vagina hair in the pale moonlight. “I wanted you to appreciate my special care,” she continued, now turning around to showcase her sweaty ass. “But it seems you distrusted my delicateness, hmmm?” A combination of fear, anger, and insecurity spread through me as she spread her asscheeks. No wonder I had such a rough time in there. Her asshole was rife with brown streaks, fresh off a new bathroom streak. I gasped as she threw the notebook onto the ground, keeping it open. “I’d like to make a little addition to your story book. If you don’t mind.” I didn’t dare race forward as she bent her smelly ass above my book. I didn’t dare try to shield it from the dangling turd she so gently shit out. I only cried in place, taking in the steamy, bitter taste of her shit as it plopped onto the pages. Amelia grunted in satisfaction. PPRRRPPPTT! FFRROOOTTTT! Two shit-streaked farts caked the notebook, adding insult to injury. She smiled down at me, closing the notebook to smear the shit inside. She sighed, tearing out another page to wipe her asscrack with. “There we go, Timmy. Now your writing isn’t as awful as it was before, right?” I wanted to punch her, but knew it would get more sinister laughs from her. She had played me like a puppet, digging into her asscrack for lost treasure. I felt so sorry, I ignored her picking me up. “Now you can start you stupid journal all over again fart boy. Only now, you’re going to make some changes.” Amelia picked up the notebook she had gassed all night, holding me and it close to her ass. “From now on, you’ll be chronicling my asse’s events. No more stupid fursuit drawings and anime girls. If I see another notebook like that...well, I think you get the picture.” FFRRRAALLBBBBLLLTT! I coughed as a sour smelling fart echoed the repulsive shit she had unleashed. I more than understood her point. “All right, what else?” she continued. “Oh I know!” I watched her open the new notebook to the first page. With asscheeks spread, she pressed her asshole against the page. FFRRRLLSSTTT! A rumbling fart gave birth to a shit-imprint of her asshole on the first page. “There’s you first drawing. You can write about that tomorrow, once you have lived through you experience.” I snapped out of my sorrow-filled trance to address her comment. “What--what are you talking about?” I said. Amelia smiled, the same smile she had used to destroy my notebook. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- BBRRRRRLLUTTT! Isolation, sadness, and farts. That was all I had known for the night. FFFRRTTTOOOTTT! I watched the haze of the fart surround my image of the window. The moon had now turned into the pink sun. I figured now my torture was over. Surely my step sister would release me from her shit-caked asshole. PPPRRRSSSSTTTT! I was wrong. My arms were trapped inside her hole, not even able to budge. She allowed my face to pop around the ring of her butthole, allowing for small pockets of fresh air to reach me. She was gracious enough to have her bare ass face the window. BBBBBLLLOOOOOTTT! I coughed once again as the mustard-baloney smell coated my body. It was a beautiful morning, usually merit for a beautiful drawing in my notebook. FFFFLLLLRRRRPPPPPP! Now every time I saw a sunrise this beautiful, it would be etched into my mind as a nightmare. A horrible, fart filled nightmare as my sister’s bug. |
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