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Monday, November 11, 2019

This Sleepover STINKS!!!




Author’s note: Awright ladies n gentlemen! This’ll be anotha request story and it’s for the homie :iconfartingking:. This do is real nice so uh, check ‘em out n’ stuh. So this story is gonna be about Amy, Blaze, Rouge, and Cream and they gonna be havin’ sleepovah. Based off my title you should know what kinda story this’ll be. So with that said, WITHOUT FUTHER ADO…. LET’S DO DIS SHIZNIT!!


1. What it do, it’s yo boi, yo brotha from anotha motha, Ado. Just wanna say thanks to the guys out there that really appreciates my work. It really does mean a lot, it helps me with my confidence in my writing and I’ll say this, it’s not very high. Hopefully that’ll change though.


2. One more thing, in this story, I’m gonna be writing like I used to with the multiple POVs and all that sheet, he asked for me to do that. So, if you don’t like that kinda writing well… Don’t read it, mmkay? If you’ve read my other stories, you should know what I mean, anyway, here’s da story.


3. I’m writing this as I near the end of this story here, I’ve added a bonus character for ya King, I’ll say this, she’s definitely out of character. So just a warning for those who are in tune with characters staying themselves n’ all dat junk, now here’s da story!


4. I’m writing this after I finished the story, the last part get’s a bit extreme so brace yourself, no blood n stuff don’t worry. It get’s pretty rough! Nooow here’s da story!!

5. I'm writing this as I submit this story, all of their outfits are their usual ones, that's it, enjoy da story....





We cut to Cream's house with her, Rouge, Blaze, and Amy together. After a long hard day of chasing Sonic, collecting gems, playing with cheese, and whatever Blaze does, they needed a nice relaxing day to hang out in chill. The four girls are all in Creams room and her room was quite large, it was large enough to hold a king sized bed, two dressers, a computer, a closet, and still have plenty of walking room. She also had a flat screened T.V with some video games already hooked up and ready to go. All the girls sat on the floor just chatting away enjoying their time.


“So Amy, have any luck catching Sonic?” Cream said softly to Amy.


“Ugh no, he’s always trying to avoid me, he’s lucky that I’m not as fast as him.” She sighed in sadness.


“Well how about you Rogue, any luck with your gems or whatever?” Amy said turning her head towards her.


“Eh, I get ‘em and then I end up losin’ ‘em again.” She shrugged as she said that.


“Oh, well how about you Blaze, you doing okay?” Amy said looking at Blaze. She looked back and said,


“Hmm, yeah, everything’s okay.” She looked right at Amy’s eyes when saying that.


“Alright girls what should we do? What kinda stuff do ya got Cream?” Amy said in her usual cheery attitude. Soon as she said that, Cream’s tummy rumbled loudly and she grew a deep blush.


“Ooh, sounds like someone’s hungry!” Rouge said teasing her a bit, soon after that, her belly grumbled as well as everyone else's.


“Oh wow, you’re all hungry, don’t worry, my mom’s been preparing a meal for us this whole time, I bet she’s finished by now.” Cream said,


“Really!? Oh boy, let’s eat then!” Amy said bursting with energy. Cream looked at Blaze and said,


“You’re hungry too aren’t you?” She blushed slightly,


“Y-yeah.”


“Okay then, let’s go.” Cream said, as soon as they all got to their feet, there was a knock on the door. Cream went over to open it and turns out, it was her mom with all the food she prepared. She used two large plates to support the mountain pile of food.


“Ugh, here you girls go.” Vanilla said struggling.


“Oh, mom, let me help!” Cream cried grabbing one of the heavy plates, Amy jumped up beside her to help her and they carried it onto her bed. Rouge and Blaze grabbed the other plate from Vanilla’s hands and she let out a sigh of relief. While the girls were marvelling at the mountain pile of burgers, fries, burritos, and veggies, Vanilla watched over them with a smile.


“I hope you girls enjoy the food.” They all turned back and thanked her. After that, they each grabbed their own portion and went downtown baby! Vanilla didn’t just cook for them though, she had her own portions awaiting her downstairs, she bowed before closing the door and heading back downstairs.


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20 minutes later and all of the food was completely gone, everyone was stuffed and happy. Rouge opened up the conversation with,


“Oh *pats belly*, so, what kinda games do you have?” She said looking at Cream. They were all on the bed still,


“Hmm, let’s see, I have some great two player games, I’ve got Halo, Overwatch, COD, and much more.”


“Ooo, COD sounds good, you’ve heard of the zombies part?” Rouge said excited.


“Of course!” She then turned towards Amy, “Hey Amy, I hope it’s okay if I play with Rouge, you can use my computer if you want.”



“Oh, not a problem at all! Yeah, I’ll take you up on that computer offer.” Cream then turned to Blaze,


“I didn’t forget about you Blaze, Rouge can swap out during the zombies part if you want.”


“Don’t worry about it, I’ll just watch.” Cream was a bit concerned for her after hearing those words,


“Are you sure? I don’t want to leave you out of the fun.”


“I’m sure, I actually like watching rather than participating anyway.”


“Okay, as long as you’re having fun.” With all this said, the girls got to work. Cream slowly got off the bed and changed the disc to Black Ops 1 and brought two PS3 controllers. Amy made her way to the computer, Cream didn’t have a password so she didn’t have to worry about that. She immediately saw League of Legends and squealed in delight. Amy looked back to see that Cream was already busy with her game, she didn’t wanna bother her so she clicked on the game and began her epic rain of terror.


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It’s been about an hour later and Amy just finished her second game not doing too well in either one. She didn’t wanna break anything or rage out loud, so she just closed the game and looked back at the other girls. Apparently, they were finished too, they couldn’t even get passed round 12 and they played on the map Der Riese. Amy got up from her seat and walked back to the bed, she then noticed most of her food has already digested. Once she made it to the bed, she sat next to the other girls and said,


“So, how’d it go for you girls?” Rouge looked at her and replied with,


“Eh, it could of went better, the 12th round was just really difficult for some reason and we couldn’t beat it.”


“Yeah, maybe we didn’t communicate enough, oh well.” Cream said putting the controller down sighing.


“Well, it wasn’t all that bad, I think that’s a pretty good round!” Amy said with a smile. Cream smiled back at the positive aura she was letting off. That’s when Cream looked over to Blaze and asked,



“Did you enjoy watching Blaze? I’m sorry that you couldn’t play but you said you didn’t want to.” Blaze looked up at Cream and said,


“Oh, no worries, I had a good time.”


All the girls were sitting next to each other in the middle of the bed.


“So, what else do you girls wanna do?” Cream said looking at all the girls, once her gaze reached Rouge, she was shifting around awkwardly as if she was uncomfortable.


“Umm, are you-”


BBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRPT!!!


She was cut off with super loud bubbly fart that was much louder than she anticipated. This fart bubbled out of her ass with a great force, the sound was something of a jackhammer underwater. Even though she was sitting her full weight on the bed, she knew that the smell would permit the air. The blush on her face was huge, she didn’t mean to push out this fart but here it was bubbling outta her spandex covered ass and vibrating not only her ass but the whole bed as well. The fart lasted a total of 2 seconds before it ended. She looked down and said,


“S-sorry.” Soon after that, Amy jumped in and said,


“I think we just found something that’ll keep us busy!” She also winked at Rouge in the process.


“W-what do you mean?”


“Here, I’ll… Phew! That’s pretty rank Rouge!” Amy said grabbing her nose and fanning the air away. The other girls did the same but Cream patted her on the back and told her it was okay. Amy then got off the bed, stepped onto it, turned around, and aimed her butt at Rouge. Rouge looked up to see Amy’s ass pretty close to her, she could even see her underwear under her dress.


“Umm, what are you-”


BBBBBRRRRRRRRRGGRRRRRRRRRRRRPPT!!!


Amy closed her eyes and pushed out a nice bubbly wet fart that was just as loud as Rouge’s but was much more wet sounding. It was as if thick globs of mud was falling on the sidewalk at a rapid pace. As Amy pushed this out, the other girls all watched in shock, they couldn't believe that she just farted like that and close to Rouge’s face. In fact, Rouge was so shocked that she forgot to move, it didn’t take long for the horrible smell of rotten meat to smack Rouge square across the face. She scrunched her face up as if she ate the most sour candy on the planet. Once the fart ended after 2.5 seconds, Amy let out a sigh of relief before fanning her rear fumes towards the girls. After Rouge got her heaping pile of filth, Cream was next to smell both the combination of Rouge’s not as smelly fart and then Amy’s much stronger dosage of stink. Cream fanned the fumes away from her and gagged a bit but she actually enjoyed this and laughed in response. Meanwhile Blaze caught a whiff of her own and actually liked it somehow but definitely didn’t wanna show the girls, the only thing she couldn’t hide was her blushing face but luckily, the girls didn’t notice.


Cream then decided to join in on the fun as well,


“Wow, Amy, that’s real stinky, however, get a whiff of mine!” She said while standing on the bed and turning around aiming her butt at Amy. She pushed out pretty hard ripping forth a pretty impressive fart for her standards.


BRRRRRRRRRROOOOPPPPPTTTT!!!!!’


It wasn’t nearly as loud as the other girls but you can still hear the bubbly pops coming out of her ass. You could here the moist wetness come from this fart, however even though it was all that, you could still detect a bit of cuteness from it. It could’ve been from the sound and how it combined these two sounds or the fact that it was Cream unleashing this fart, whatever it was, it grabbed everyone's attention and no one wanted to move away from it. As Cream was ripping forth this mighty fart of hers, her blush grew more than anyone’s in that room. This was certainly something she’s not used to doing, even by herself. Since they were doing it though, she didn’t want them to be alone of the fun, her hopes was that Blaze would open up from this. Once her fart ended after the 2.5 second mark, she sighed of relief.


Once Rouge and Amy caught a whiff of it, they instantly gagged and fanned the fumes away. Cream quickly looked back at them to see their torment and blushed even harder while apologizes profusely. Once she got a whiff of her own masterpiece, she couldn’t help but fan it away and gag on it as well. The overbearing amount of rotten eggs and meat was enough to gag a maggot if close enough to the stench. That stench then made it’s way to Blaze who also gagged on it a bit but her blush grew even more. She was worried that they were gonna catch on to her so it was her time to shine. Once Cream sat down, Blaze stood on the bed catching everyone’s attention, she looked at Cream and said,


“Cream, that was a very nasty one you just r-ripped.” Cream looked down twiddling her fingers,


“I-I’m sorry.” Blaze took the time to then stand right over Cream, she turned around presenting her cute plump rear towards her head. Cream looked up to see what she was planning, she didn’t know that she would put her butt that close to her face. Amy and Rouge looked at each other nodded. They already knew what to do without even saying anything. They grabbed Cream’s head and pushed it into Blaze’s butt. Blaze let out a shriek of shock and her blush was at it’s highest point. It looked as though her cheeks were on fire however, she didn’t back down, she wasn’t gonna let her embarrassment or secret arousal get the best of her. With this, she continued to stand there and push out her stinky dosage.


BRRRFFFFFFFFFFPPPPPTTT!!!!!


Geez, this fart right here was something that Cream would have to get used to. This fart that Blaze let out was just like her name, it blazed her up harder than any stoner could be (hilarious and original amirite?!) The sound of the fart was pretty muffled but it was the most quiet out of them all, hers was mostly heat. Her fart was so hot that it even quickly warmed up the space between her ass and Cream’s face. Once Cream caught a whiff of her stench, she was driven to tears, it was much more smelly than hers but that’s cause she’s getting an up close and personal blast. The raw amount of eggs, fish, and poop was enough to destroy the noses of most who weren’t prepared for it. Cream managed to fair against it quite well but that didn’t mean she enjoyed it. Once Blaze’s supah hot fire (<-- reference to somethin’) fart ended, she sighed of relief. Even though Cream was in a stinky situation, she was happy that she was enjoy herself, however her competitive side kicked in and she would get her back and the other girls as well.


Rouge and Amy finally let go and Cream let out a sigh of relief herself. Even though Blaze’s putrid smelling farts were stuck to her fur, it was better than being inclosed in that space.


“Guh, that was, *cough* smelly. I’m soo, getting you girls back for pushing me in.”


“Heh, bring it then.” Amy said getting excited.


“I’ll probably need your help Blaze, it was their idea for pushing me into your butt anyway.” Blaze nodded and the battle was on!  Before anything happened, Cream made up some rules on the spot,


“Alright here’s what the rules are. It’s a 2 vs. 2 wrestling match. Not too rough, the victim can tap out if the other is being too rough but that won’t mean defeat. That person has to stop and let the other recover if that happens. The way to win is only with our gas, we win if the other can’t take anymore gas. The loser has to endure the rest of our gas. How’s this sound?”


This shocked the girls, was Cream some sort of genius mastermind? Either that or she’s been meaning to do a game like this for a while.


“I’m down!” Amy said smiling brightly.


“I’m in as well” Rouge said feeling confident.

“Yeah, I’ll join.” Blaze said. This greatly excited Cream, she was ready for the show down of her life.


“Oh and one more thing, the bed is the ring, if you fall, you’re forced to take our smelly blasts for, hmm, let’s say 10 seconds.”


“Oooh, I like it! You ready Rouge?” Amy said rubbing her hands together.


“Last thing, to make this more safe, we’ll battle on our knees, okay?” Cream said looking at everyone. They all nodded, they were all ready and were tired of waiting.


“Blaze, can you count us down?” Cream said,


“Sure.” Everyone got ready, Amy and Rouge were on the left side of the bed on their knees, Cream and Blaze were on the right. Blaze raised her left arm in the air,


“3...2...1..go!” And the girls were off, they each scooted towards each other. Amy and Rouge were aiming after Cream, they grabbed her and tried to push her. Cream used whatever strength she had to resist. Meanwhile Blaze and Rouge seemed to have thought of the same idea, while they were using their bodies to block anymore advancement, they both cupped their hands at their butts ripping a juicy SBD. However right after Rouge did that, she brought up her hand and threw it at Cream. As a result, she got a pretty light dosage of rotten eggs and it wasn’t as effective as she had hoped for. Meanwhile Blaze let her’s simmer and spicen up a bit. Once that was over, she threw hers at Amy but she kept her hand over her mouth and nostrils. Amy tried swatting her arm out of the way by letting go of Cream and using her own arm to do so. She was successful but unfortunately for her, Cream still had her grip and Blaze was quick to follow up. Both pushed hard and Rouge was the first to fall off the bed, thankfully, she landed on her feet safely and Amy fell off too shortly afterwards.


Uh oh, Rouge and Amy knew what to do. Once they got on the bed, they groaned.


“Okay girls, can both of you lie on your backs?” Cream said. After hearing that, they both gulped and proceeded to lie on their backs. Once that was out of the way, Cream knew who she was goin’ after, she wanted Amy, Cream moved over to Amy and Blaze went over to Rouge. Amy remembered smelling Cream’s toxic butt blast before, even she was a bit worried from what Cream could dish out, it didn’t matter to her, this would only make things more interesting. Cream loomed over Amy and said,


“Are you ready?” Since Amy didn’t have a choice anyway, she nodded. With that being said, she turned around and proceeded to slowly home her ass towards Amy’s face. While that was going on, Blaze looked at Rouge and asked her the same question, she also nodded and then Blaze nodded back. She then turned around and quickly planted her rear on Rouge’s face slightly before Cream. Now, the time started tickin’ without wasting anytime at all, both leaned forward slightly and pushed out as hard as she could. Before their gas erupted however, both Amy and Rouge could smell their previous farts from before. It wasn’t that bad but it still hurt to breathe in.


BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFRRRRR….






Annnd they were off on their farting rampage. Cream’s fart started first with a super bubbly, rumbly, but not as loud fart that really shook Amy’s being. Cream’s fart came out smooth and nice, each bubbly pop along her butt cheeks was sexy in it’s own way. Her talkin’ bubbly ass produced a sort of deep jackhammer like sound that could arouse anyone that heard it. Her ass vibrated off of Amy’s face with a soothing feeling, so far, everything about it was pleasant, that is, till the smell came in. Amy wasn’t enjoying the feeling of her popping bubbles but it wasn’t hurting her or anything, once the smell came in however, everything changed (when the fire nation… I’ll stop damn!)  in her mind. Once she smelled Cream’s fart, everything just went dark. The smell morphed itself into a rotten egg monster that was out for blood and souls. Upon entering her nostrils, she scrunched up her face and her eyes started to water. She couldn’t believe something on this planet could smell that bad from someone so good, it disturbed her, it made her think, what if Cream was evil and she was using her putrid gas to torture everyone? Hopefully, that’ll never happen, her gas is simply too powerful.


Once it got to the 3 second mark, her booty blast continued spewing out it’s foul language. Amy was getting sun bathed in the rotten eggy sun, there’s simply no escaping her torment. She wanted to do everything she could to escape her smelly prison but since she agreed to this game, she’s already signed herself into doing this, there’s simply no going back. With each breath of the vile agony is another reason for her to gag, choke, and moan of displeasure. She wanted to tap really badly but she knew deep down that Cream wasn’t going hard on her at all, it’s only her putrid smelling gas.


RRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPBBBBBBBT!!!!


Cream’s juicy but cute fart continued on for the next 8 seconds, during those eight seconds were pure hell for Amy. However for Cream it was the opposite, she was enjoying her farting, vibrating ass, she loved everything about it. The warmth was something she personally liked but she did remember Amy’s down there so she didn’t get carried away. It’s like feeling the constant bombardment of all your flaws except in physical form. For Amy, it’s like she’s sticking her head out of a moving car while trying to breathe, it’s difficult but her gas was still powerful enough to smell it even with a lot of force exerted. In her mind, she was already feeling lightheaded, she felt like she’s done a headstand for a soild hour, her head just felt so heavy. Each handful of ‘air’ she took in was like getting her nose kicked by a bull, it just hurt like hell. Not to mention the burning pain that came with it as well. Once Cream’s fart ended, her time was up, she got up from Amy and Blaze was finished with her butt blasting as well. Don’t worry, I didn’t forget about Blaze.


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Back track to Blaze, when she placed her already warm rear end on Rouge’s button nose, she unleashed a supah hot blast from her ass.


SSSSSSFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF….


Since her fart was point blank on her nose, the heat took immediate effect. To Rouge, it felt like a flamethrower was burning her alive. It didn’t take long for the even worse smell to hit her like a ton of bricks. It wasn’t as smelly as Cream’s but she’s definitely got the second smelliest farts out of the four of them. Once Rouge took a nose full of that, she began her coughing fit and gagging. It just didn’t make sense how someone like Blaze was able to create something so awful, this put Rouge into a bit of a panic. Inhale after inhale, her entire face hurt and that was just the smell alone. The heat was another factor that really brought her to the brink of losing her mind. Once the fart got passed the 3 second mark, everything just continued to spiral down hill.


….FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSsssssss!


You know how rock bottom is suppose to be the absolute farthest you can go down? Rouge felt as though she got there when the super warm fart reached the 5 second mark. However, when time went on, she continued her spiral down to Lord knows where. Rouge at this point was sweating pretty hard, her eyes were watering harder than freshly cut onions placed against her eyes. She grew a headache and really wanted to get out of this hell hole. Unfortunately, she agreed to the rules and now she’s paying dearly for it. The smell somehow continued to get worse and worse through time, it went from rotten eggs to the king of rotten eggs mixed with the king of skunks. Honestly, the hardest thing for her was taking it without even trying to escape, it was mental torture for her but luckily, that time was coming to an end.


Meanwhile Blaze was honestly having a great time. The feeling of Rouge’s nose pressed up against her plump rear was outstanding! She loved the feeling of her warm fecal airs brushing past her cheeks and onto Rouge’s nose. She could defiantly tell that Rouge was having a hard time trying to endure the putrid assault but she wanted to continue feeling this bless. She had a huge blush on her face but was trying her best to hold any sort of arousal since others were present.


Finally, her fart ended at the 10 second mark, just at the same time as Cream’s. Both let out a sigh of relief and heard each other. They looked at each other with bright smiles and they high fived, they quickly got off of the two revealing them in their miserable state. Rouge was drenched in sweat and Amy was still coughing and gagging from the putrid stench. Her eyelids were half closed as if she’s already close to passing out. Cream was really concerned about them and asked,


“Uh, are you two okay?” She said looking more at Amy,


“*cough* yeah, I’m...okay...ugh! I’m… not….giving *cough* up yet!” Amy barely managed to say. Cream was very impressed that she’s still willing to continue, then again, if she lost, she would be in a worse situation. Meanwhile Blaze looked at Rouge and asked the same question,


“Yeah…. I’ll *cough cough* continue.” Rouge managed to squeeze out.  Cream saw that Rouge wasn’t gonna give up either and was very impressed. With that being said, Blaze and Cream moved back to the center of the beds and Amy and Rouge did the same. Cream counted down this time and the fight resumed!


Unfortunately for Rouge and Amy, they were at a severe disadvantage, both their vision was blurry and the stench of Blaze and Cream still remained on their faces. They both had a pretty big headache but that was just about it. Cream and Blaze did feel bad for them, so for that reason, they held back. Cream and Blaze began their assault by pushing them back towards their side of the bed and were succeeding. Cream was pushing Amy and Blaze was pushing Rouge, they both didn’t even need to team up in order to push them back that far. Once both got to the edge, Cream and Blaze stopped pushing as hard, they thought it would be too easy so they didn’t put much effort into keeping them at bay. BIG MISTAKE! Suddenly, Amy got her second wind and reached for Cream’s crotch. She was successful in grabbing that and that made Cream very uncomfortable, confused, and was just lost. She froze in surprise and she didn’t know what to do, that’s when Amy used every ounce of strength she had available to host Cream up over her and gentle put her down off the bed. Cream was upside down at that point so she used her hands to prevent her falling on her head. Meanwhile Blaze saw this and was completely petrified. So Rouge took that time to quickly hop over Blaze and push her off the bed too.


“Yes!” Amy said high fiving Rouge.


“Wow, how’d….where…?” Cream said completely baffled. Amy then winked at Cream,


“You know what that means *cough*!” Yep, now it was time for some sweet revenge. They say revenge is best served cold, in this case, it’s gonna be warm, warm and smelly. Amy and Rouge scooted out of the way and the two got on the bed lying on their backs. They didn’t even need to say who they were going for, Amy scooted over to Cream and Rouge to Blaze. Amy looked down at Cream,


“By the way, when does the time start?”


“It starts the moment you girls sit on us.”


“Ooh, okay then!” Amy said excited, she was looking forward to this.


Amy then turned around and scooted over to where her butt loomed over her face, she was careful on where her butt was. Cream was sweating bricks, she was worried on what kind of torment Amy might be able to dish out. Amy looked back at Cream to see her butt was positioned juust right, that’s when she cut ties and began her dreadful decent. Cream can only watch in horror as Amy’s smelly rear came into contact with her face. She’s mostly worried about the fact that she’s unleashed her overly putrid farts on her so hopefully Amy isn’t holding any grudges. PLOP! She placed her butt right on her face. She made sure her shirt was covering her head and her cheeks was hugging her nose. She quickly looked over to Rouge who did the same thing at the same time as well as looking over to Amy. They quickly fist bumped before pushing as hard as they could for their farts. Rouge added a lil’ bit of lean to hers but Amy didn’t, she wanted the full effects of her gas to punish Cream. Amy’s and Rouge’s stomach resonated at the same time before unleashing their smelly and putrid farts!


BBBBRRRRBBRRBBRRRRRGGGGGGGGG…..


BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB……


Yep, both these girls weren’t playing around, before they even farted, Cream and Blaze could faintly smell the leftover farts they ripped previously, it stunk pretty bad but not nearly as bad as this one. Now these farts, Amy’s was a really wet and moist bubbly fart that sputtered in between it’s wet groans. It was like a motorcycle engine mixed with a very ancient door with it’s hinges very rusty opening for the first time after a century. As for Rouge, she ripped a super loud and perfect bubbly fart that was super forceful, so forceful that each bubbly pop on Blaze’s nose felt like a rock hitting it. The sound produced was a deep pitched tuba note that did fluctuate in pitch at times but it was pretty minor so they couldn’t tell. After both of their initial farts have passed, Cream and Blaze were glazed in the warmth and smell. Cream however was showered with the wetness of the fart as well so some of that splashed on her. Both of theirs weren’t nearly as warm as Blazes but that’ll change through time, the real kicker for the victims was the smell. Cream could smell tiny bits of the food they ate but mostly a rotten eggy prince who shit himself after getting into a fight with a skunk’s entire family. Rouge on the other hand produced a swampy eggy sewer stench that did indeed smell worse than Amy’s but Cream was still suffering nonetheless.


Blaze’s nose and face vibrated like crazy with each bubbly impact, thanks to the added lean, Rouge felt more pleasure since it popped at a much smoother amount of effort. She also felt each bubble pop and it felt oh so goood! As for Cream, since Amy’s wasn’t as bubbly, the groany farts wasn’t hard to push out onto her face, the parts that were bubbly did take extra effort to push out and when she did, they drifted right to her nose and popped there, releasing the deadly smell.


Once their farts got to the 4 second mark, it was truly a living hell for the two, the constant feeling of bubbles, warmth, and stink would drive anyone to the brink of insanity, however they were holding out pretty well. Cream was squirming and moving about much more than Amy was but she couldn’t help it. The constant feeling of rotten bubbles was really getting to her and she’s not even at the halfway mark yet. She was in complete dismay on just how bad Amy’s farts smelled even if it was point blank. She’s never really exposed herself to bad stenches but if they’re this bad then things would be a living nightmare for her. Meanwhile Blaze wasn’t doing too well either. Feeling Rouge’s big bubbly blasts is really starting to hurt and that’s just the vibrations alone. She had no idea farts could hurt like that, she thought that they only smelled bad, she also squirmed a lot and couldn’t escape from the awful eggy stench. She was forced to hold back since Cream made up those rules, Rouge wasn’t going too hard on her so there’s no reason to even tap.


...GGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFF!!!


...BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBPP!!!


Once their farts finally reached the 10 second mark, it didn’t seem like it would end but once the timer was up, both their farts just suddenly stopped. They both counted in their head, they’re not trying to hurt each other, however rules are rules. During the last 6 seconds though, both Cream and Blaze’s noses and eyes burned. The raw stench got into their eyes and as a result, they watered more than a huge waterfall. Cream and Blaze were in a state of panic, farts were the only thing inflicting pain to them at that moment. It wasn’t just the fact that Amy and Rouge sat their full weight on their heads, the bed was nice and soft enough to comfort their heads, the farts felt like they were burning their noses alive. Their struggles increased during each long grueling second while Amy and Rouge were having the times of their lives. Also, while they were farting, some of the stench traveled into the air so now instead of Cream and Blaze’s God awful farts polluting the air, Amy and Rouge’s were as well.


Back at the 10 second mark, they immediately got up from their seated positions and as a result, they felt a great burst of cool air as well as a lot of tension off them. Both took in large gasps of air only getting more farts into their system, still, there was more air in the room than there was funky farts that Amy and Rouge added to the room. They were coughing and gagging pretty hard as they made it to their side of the bed to start their match again. However, when Amy began the countdown, there was a knock on the door. This caused everyone to stop what they were doing and look towards the door. All of them tried their best to quiet their coughs and gags. Soon after, the door opened revealing Vanilla. She saw the girls on the bed on their knees and asked,


“What’s all the- phew!” She said smelling the rotten fumes that all of them caused. She walked in closing the door behind her. Cream was shocked that her mom came in, she was soo embaressed, the blush was more than enough to prove it.


“I-I’m sorry mom *cough* we were j-just having….fun.” She managed to say.


“Well, I’m sorry to say but all of you are being too loud.. and smelly as a matter of fact.”


“I’m sorry miss, we’ll stop if you *cough* want.” Amy said also blushing, to her, it’s embarrassing to be caught doing something like this by an adult.


“Oh, well don’t you worry. See I had the same meal to eat and I’ve just as gassy as you girls.”
They all gulped, they knew where this was going but they didn’t know what Vanilla had planned.


“I think a punishment’s in order.” She wiggled her finger to them, “come here please.”


Not wanting to make things any worse, they all got off the bed and approached her. They all stood in a line horizontally from each other. She looked at each of them and said,


“You’re each going to help me relieve my gas okay?”


“O-Okay.” They all responded, each of them were scared honestly, especially Cream, she’s never seen her mom like this before. After that thought, Vanilla turned around presenting her plump butt to them all, Amy was the closest to it so Vanilla hiked up dress revealing her bubble butt as well as her white panties, at this point, everyone was speechless, they couldn’t believe she would do something like that but things were only gonna get worse for them. She scooted her butt till it was on Amy’s face, once that happened, she lowered her dress which nearly covered Amy’s entire body, leaving only her legs exposed. Vanilla’s blush was pretty large as well, she’s got another person’s face on her ass, this was truly a huge stepping stone for her. She then used her hands to push Amy’s face even deeper into her ass and as a result, her nose was nicely wedged in her two massive cheeks. Before Amy had time to even realise where she was, she felt the power of a young woman’s rear.


BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!


Wow! This fart was a mixture of all the girls combined except even more powerful. This fart started out as a super bubbly fart that was very loud producing a slightly muffled lawnmower. The bubbles themselves were very large in size, each was bigger than Amy’s nose and popped right underneath it. They popped at a pretty rapid pace and as a result, Amy’s face and Vanilla’s butt vibrated a lot. To Amy, it felt as though her head was in an earthquake. It didn’t take long for the warmth and the smell to smack Amy like an angry woman fighting off a pervert. The warmth was initially really hot , a heat that even Blaze can’t beat. The bubbly force was even greater than what Rouge was pushing out at full strength and she wasn't even using her full strength yet, only half. Soon after the heat was the smell and it made sense why Cream’s farts were the smelliest out of the group. Vanilla’s however was much worse than Creams, it was like the rotten eggy goddess herself smited Amy’s nose and as a result, she was brought to a state of pain and agony. Each inhale of pure evil was like inhaling tiny shards of glass except it didn’t cut up her nose. It was bad enough since she got face farted on by her daughter but the mother as well, that’s torture.


Once the fart made it’s way to the 4 second mark, it went from super bubbly to groany and rumbly. There was still bubbles coming out of this fart but not nearly as big as the bubbly part, what this did to Amy was make the heat and the smell even worse. Her vision was getting cloudy, her head felt as though it was trampled by a Black Friday crowd hungry for discounts, and worst of all, her nose felt as though needles were penetrating it with each inhale. Everything she did hurt weather it was breathing, squirming, or even thinking. Her fear got the best of her since it froze her solid and now she’s paying for it. Meanwhile everyone else just watched in horror as their friend was getting the farting of a lifetime, they could see her tiny twitches of escape. Their hearts were pounding hard, they didn’t know what Amy was feeling but unfortunately for them, they all will soon enough.


8 seconds into this fart and it was still going on, Amy was still conscious but barely. The fart is now at it’s final and worst stage of all and that’s the SBD. Her face was super warm from absorbing so many fart bubbles before but now the real flamethrower fart kicks in. This even warmed Vanilla's entire butt up, her butt hole was on fire but she didn’t mind, she wasn’t stoppin’ her great relief. Speaking of Vanilla, this whole time as she was pushing out this magnificent fart of hers, her blush was mighty big but she was enjoying this a whoole lot more than she anticipated. It made sense why the girls did it but now it’s her turn to join in on the fun and then get some long earned peace afterwards. As for Amy, she’s not doing too well, her head felt like it was getting crushed by a huge weight, her entire face felt like it was over a stove with all the burners set on the highest setting, and her nose felt like it was in the oven on broil. She was sweating a lot too and continued to squirm hoping that she’ll escape this smelly hell hole.


The deadly fart lasted a total of 10 seconds and during those last two seconds, Amy couldn’t take it anymore. She was outta juice, she was out of confidence in her escape, out of hope, and now out of conscious. Her movements halted right when Vanilla’s massive fart ended, she could tell that Amy was out of steam since she couldn’t feel her tiny squirms on her butt. She detached her butt from her face as well as hiking her dress back up to uncover the unconscious Amy. Vanilla made sure she didn’t fall onto the floor, she let her fall onto the bed since she was the closest to it, three left... Rouge was next to Amy meaning she was the next target, Vanilla looked at Rouge with shame in her eyes, at least that’s what Rouge thought. It didn’t take long for the stench that Vanilla unleashed on Amy to drift to her, once she caught a whiff, she immediately put her hands on her mouth and tried her best to fan the fumes away. Vanilla saw this and quickly turned around while hiking her dress up and draping it over Rouge. She proceeded to back up close enough to the point where her ass was against her face. Unfortunately for Rouge, she dropped her hands right before she scooted her damp rear towards her face so now, she’s caught in her trap! The stench was still in her dress space which made Rouge cough even more and try to escape, Vanilla saw this and leaned forward a bit while using her hands to push her head even deeper into her ass. As a result, her nose was wedged nicely into her now putrid rear.


Rouge could already smell the eggy goddess bringing down her wrath upon her nose. From that, her nose was already burning and she couldn’t move her head since Vanilla’s grip was too secure. After that, Rouge felt Vanilla push out her butt and that’s when all hell broke loss for Rouge.


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Just like what Rouge did to Blaze, she let out her own perfect bubbly fart and this one was much stronger than Rouge could even dream of. Each bubble was as large as a golf ball so Vanilla’s asshole had to open and close for each bubble that came out. This only added more pleasure for her,  Rouge’s struggles and her own vibrating ass also added to her pleasure meter. Each bubble felt like said golf ball hit with a putter hard at close range. This fart was even louder than her last fart, a nice tuba note mixed with a sputtering car engine. Rouge would plug her ears if she wasn’t trying to push Vanilla’s butt off but failing and not noticing. Her ass was already warm from earlier so now Rouge had to deal with an even hotter environment, this only increased her headache and agony. After about a second as passed, the new smell finally struck her like a lightning bolt, it made her experience even worse than hell itself. I could say the whole eggy god thing again but this smell was much worse than that. How Rouge reacted to it was if it was a true nightmare, her worst nightmare that she can’t escape from, so her struggles became a lot more violent. Cream and Blaze could see this and were even more terrified. They can see Rouge move her arms trying her hardest to push Vanilla off as well as use her legs to step away but Vanilla’s grip was simply too strong.


5 seconds into this bubbly beast and Rouge is rapidly losing consciousness. Something this smelly and bad just shouldn’t exist yet here it was right in Rouge’s face. She could fight back all she wanted but that’s only going to cause her to need more energy and breath in more funk. So, she was making her smelly prison even worse without even knowing. Meanwhile Vanilla was enjoying this even more than the last one, her blush has returned even brighter than before, she didn’t wanna show it but she was aroused by her own talkative and vibrating ass. Rouge’s screams and squirms added to that pleasure immensely! Rouge’s head had that trample feeling effect as well as her nose with it feeling like it was on fire. During her farting frenzy on Rouge, her fart gas from before did meet with her nose, when she inhaled it, she loved how unique it was. It was just something about it that’ll never forget her mind, maybe it was the right amount of rotten eggs in the brew, whatever, it didn’t matter to ther, it smelled wonderful. The complete opposite could be said to Rouge however and even the rest of the girls, even though they were further away from Amy who emitted that stench, it didn’t smell THAT bad but still, bad enough to force them to plug their noses and try and fan the fumes away.


The rest of the fart ended shortly after 10 seconds. During the duration of that, Rouge drifted closer and closer to unconsciousness, her movements were greatly reduced and the other girls gasped in shock. Rouge’s eyes were watering hard, her nose burned like a raging volcano, her brain felt it was being stepped on by the world’s heaviest person, and worst of all, she didn’t have any more motivation or hope to fight back so she sunk in defeat. The defeat being her consciousness lost, once it hit that 10 second mark, her movements were void and she lie limp against Vanilla’s possibly tainted but certainly damp rear. Vanilla let go of her grip and uncovered her from her dress, she moved Rouge away from her butt so she could turn around, she then picked her up and placed her on the bed, two left. She looked back at Cream and Blaze who still remained frozen in fear, they were smart enough to know that if they tried to escape, their punishment would only be worse. Vanilla walked over to Blaze who was trembling in fear, she gave her that ‘shameful’ look before turning around and lifting up her dress. Blaze then looked at Cream with a look that said goodbye before she was covered by the dreadful dress. Vanilla proceeded to scoot her butt closer to her face and Blaze did nothing to resist or fight back. Once her butt was on her face, Blaze smelt the demon infused fart and coughed and gagged hard! Vanilla used her hands to push her face deeper into her soft butt and leaned forward a bit pushing out another batch of evil goodness. Blaze could feel her ass push out which was more for her to worry and panic about. Then after that, her doom was here.


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Vanilla couldn’t help but fall in love with that bubbly fart so she wanted to do it again. As a result, the fart started out that way with the bubbles being the size equal to last time and even sounding the same only with a deep pitch. As Blaze felt these evil bubbly pops, she couldn’t help but flinch after each one since it hurt pretty badly. This fart so far was pretty much the same as the last one, only minor changes in it such as the force of the bubbles and the amount of it as well as the pitch of the sound. Still, Blaze has never felt anything quite like this, Rouge’s fart felt like soap bubbles compared to what she’s feeling now. The warmth of this fart was still much hotter than what she’s been able to put out and she specifically noticed that, her butt was already really warm but now that she’s farting, it’s like the broil setting was on. Once the new batch of rotten eggs hit her like a speeding truck, she knew that she wouldn’t survive it. This was the bubbly portion of the fart, things are only gonna get worse but smelling one of her bubbly farts was burning nightmarish images in her mind, ones of hopelessness and despair. Vanilla’s blush returned and she loved everything about this fart so far, things are only gonna get better for her.


5 seconds into the deadliest smelling thing Blaze has ever smelled and the fart turned up into a more airy but much much hotter fart, she could still feel some bubbles since she was so close to her ass hole but it was very small. At this point, the inferno attacked Blaze’s nose and she really felt the impact, she recoiled her head back hard but it was held fast by Vanilla’s super grip! Her nose already felt like it was engulfed in flames and the stench added to the burning pain. That pain spread to her head causing the massive headache she caused Rouge. Blaze was tearing up at this point and not just because of her tear gas, her farts alone was inflicting so much damn pain that no one would be able to imagine it unless they were to experience it as well. Meanwhile Cream continued to watch motionless and in great fear. Vanilla felt her asshole warm up to stupidly hot temperatures but it still felt good to her, whatever it was, it brought a smile to her face.


A lil’ bit over 10 seconds and her fart ended with a mighty sigh of relief. During the last bits of her fart, it changed back into it’s bubbly phase again but this time, the bubbles were even bigger and even more powerful than when they started. So rather than the golf ball like bubbles hitting her, they evolved into slightly bigger ones and even more powerful ones. So each bubble to Blaze felt like a slightly larger golf ball with the same putter but a full swing! Blaze’s reaction wasn’t a good one, she moaned in pain being forced to absorb all the rotten stench headed her way. Each bubbly pop against her face was another hurdle of pain she had to leap but couldn’t since she was already too weak. The sound echoed across the room with a slightly higher pitch motorcycle engine mixed with a trombone. So loud that Blaze’s ears were ringing as well as adding more headache to her massive headache already.


Once the bubbly portion ended, it switched back into flamethrower mode but being even more powerful. The bubbly part defiantly knocked some sense out of her but this portion of the fart drained her will to do anything really, everything hurt so much and she was rapidly losing consciousness. Once she took more whiffs of it, the darkness overcame her and she was out like a light. Her movements were halted and she was still as a corpse, Cream noticed her movements were gone and Vanilla detached her butt from her lifting her skirt up again uncovering her. She turned around and picked up her body and put her on the bed next to Rouge, one more…


After doing that, she turned over to Cream and walked up to her.


“Mom… I’m s-sorry. *cough cough*.”


“Me too…” Vanilla replied back.


This confused Cream a bit but she was brought back to reality when she looked back to see her mom’s dress was just about to cover her too, darkness surrounded her as well as Vanilla’s previous farts. Cream already had a big headache from Amy and it was already gettin’ worse from smelling these toxic farts. She coughed and wheezed while trying to plug her nose and fan the fumes away, that’s when her mom’s butt came into play. She could feel her daughter's hand in the way so she moved her butt to the side and swiped it away. Success! Her butt was fully planted on Cream’s face and she couldn’t do anything about it, she dared not fight back against her mom so she lowered her arms down to her sides. She already smelt her mom’s previous farts and already started tearing up. Her nose burned of the eggy goodness that dwelled within her mom’s now moist panties and in the dress. She didn’t even need to fart in order to finish her off but of course she’s going to, the feeling of each fart was just something she didn’t wanna pass up. She then used her hands to push her face deeper into her soiled underwear and began pushing out as hard as she possibly could. As a result, she still had plenty of gas left to finish the job.


BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!


BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPP!!!


BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB!!!


She didn’t have just one fart for her, she had a grand spankin’ three of ‘em! Of course she made sure it was extra bubbly, since she pushed out as hard as she could, these ones really opened up her butt hole to the point of it almost hurting but not. As for Cream, it hurt her more than anything she’s ever felt in her life. She busted out crying from feeling these sharp bubbles and things were only gonna get worse for her. She’s already smelling her mom’s putrid farts but those were the post ones, she’s feeling the warm breeze bake her but the smell has yet to take full effect. As weird as this is for Vanilla, this fart seemed to have negated that uncomfortable feeling and replaced it with bliss, so, in a way, she was being controlled by her own farts, the addicting feeling of her ass jiggling was worth her actions t this point. It definitely wouldn’t feel the same if a face wasn't there. The feeling of someone’s nose poke around there was truly amazing, it wouldn’t be the same if she was just releasing these into the wind.


This fart lasted a total of 3 seconds but before that, Vanilla’s fart turned more airy and super hot. Cream was now smelling her mom’s fresh batch of farts and boy did these hit her hard. It was like taking a shot of a super strong beer for the first time of your life and choking on its strength, a very similar thing was happening to Cream except she’s smelling it rather than consuming it. She’s gagging to the point of vomiting her guts out, each impulse was worse as time went on. Once that fart ended, another one roared out of her ass! It started out as another toxic bubbly one that felt like fists of fury each nailing Cream right in the face. The smell only continued to get worse and Cream was already drifting into unconsciousness. The smell was simply too powerful, each inhale birthed more agony as well as fear and a bunch of other emotions which only lead to her downfall. After the tuba noted bubbly pops, it switched to a piping hot rumbly fart which burned her nose even more. Cream at this point was dangerously low on strength, everything started to feel heavy, even her eyelids. Her tears did nothing to soothe her eyes, they still burned as if lemon juice was splashed on it.


Once that fart ended after 3 seconds, Vanilla had one more blast to go and this one was her final push. She made sure to push as hard as she could while pushing Cream deeper into her ass. She ended it strong with her favorite fart to rip. She made it perfectly bubbly as well. These bubbles were still the same size as the slightly bigger golf balls and they felt like a putter hitting one of those golf balls with a full swing point blank but that didn’t matter to Vanilla, she wanted to rip this fart, she wanted to feel her ass vibrate as well as feel Cream’s nose and face vibrate with it as well. This only made the smell morph into another sort of God awful stench that was simply too much for Cream, it didn’t take long for Cream to finally drift into darkness from this bubbly blast. Vanilla was having the most arousing time she’s ever had, she was holding back all the moans she wanted to let out. She continued to smell her rotten stench in the room while pushing out whatever gas she had left. Unfortunately for her, this fart ended at 3 seconds making the combination of her consecutive farts last 10 seconds. She sighed of great relief after having a hard battle using her own artillery shells, she was exhausted and the temperature in the room raised didn’t make things easier. She was sweating and needed a rest so after rubbing her putrid rear against her daughter’s face, she uncovered her and put her on the bed as well. The room was gonna be really warm for the rest of the night so she didn’t need to cover them up, however she did put Amy fully on the bed since she was hanging off it. They ended up all lying on the bed together, some in awkward angles but it would have to do, now it was time for her relaxation.




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The next day, the girls finally wake up in the afternoon, the room still highly smelt of farts, especially Vanilla’s but it was dissipated enough to where it wasn’t unbearable. Once they all noticed they were awake, Amy said,


“M-maybe next time, we’ll be more quiet…”


“Yeah…” They all agreed.









The End!!!

Wednesday, October 9, 2019

My Cousin Michelle by Paula Thomas










We grew up in the same town as my mother's sister, Aunt Caroline, and
her only daughter Michelle. Mother would visit Aunt Caroline often and
always bring me along.

Michelle and I were born only a few months apart, she being older by
just under three months. When we visited Aunt Caroline's, Michelle and
I would usually go up to her room and play with her toys.

Somewhere about the age of four we got into the "show me your's and
I'll show you mine...". One thing led to another and I ended up
wearing Michelle's pinafore and panties while she ended up wearing my
shorts and playshirt. She thought this was quite a giggle and I got a
quite unexpected thrill from it. We played for the rest of afternoon
in each other's clothes, changing back just before Mom and I went home.

After that, each time Mom and I went to visit Aunt Caroline, I would go
with Michelle up to her room, put on some of her clothes and spent the
rest of the day playing with her toys. Once we went downstairs to show
Aunt Caroline and Mom how cute we were, but Mom didn't see it that way
and made me change back into my own clothes. After that I was careful
to keep Michelle's and my game a secret from her.

Beginning nearly the first week of first grade, Michelle and I would
walk home to her house to spent the remainder of the afternoon playing.
Aunt Caroline didn't mind, as I was very well behaved. I must also
have struck her as pretty enough to be a second daughter because she
encouraged my dressing in Michelle's clothes to the extent that she set
some things aside in her spare bedroom just for me.

Mom was glad for the "free babysitting". My father and she got
divorced soon after I was born and she had to work as a waitress to
keep food on the table. Not having to worry about me was a welcome
relief.

Frequently, I would sleep over at Aunt Caroline's; going to school
directly from there. Mom had left several changes of clothes with my
aunt so that we could do this if the occasion demanded. This was a
treat that I looked forward to, however unexpected, since come bedtime
Michelle and I would dress in her pajamas and go to bed. Pajama party
time.

By the time we reached fifth grade, Michelle and I were more sisters
than cousins. I slept over at least one night a week and always on
weekends; usually going to school on Monday directly from Aunt
Caroline's house. Aunt Caroline enjoyed raising her "daughters".

I was able to let my hair grow to a sexually neutral pixie type style,
so it was possible for it to appear either feminine or masculine
depending on how I was dressed and what other flourishes were employed.
Since nobody in Aunt Caroline's neighborhood knew me outside of my
playing at her house, I easily was passed of as Michelle's cousin
Paula.

Growing into puberty, Michelle and I would pore over teenage fashion
magazines, learning how to be as pretty as possible. Naturally,
Michelle wanted to appeal to the boys our age. I wanted to be
appealing to them also but wasn't really interested in dating them.
Much confusion here. No doubt Michelle was as confused as I since the
boy she knew and loved the best was by all appearances a girl.

Beginning about age 13, we would dress up and Aunt Caroline would drive
us over to the Mall to go shopping. Michelle and I would spend hours
perfecting our make-up, trying things suggested in the latest issue of
Seventeen. We'd usually dress in the tightest and shortest skirts that
Aunt Caroline would allow. In contrast, our tops were somewhat more
conservative. At the time, our legs looked much better than our
breasts.

We would cruise the Mall, seeing and being seen. I wasn't at all
self-concious about dressing as a girl; I had been doing it most of my
life. And besides, I made a fairly pretty girl: I had no beard,
certainly, at age 13; I was tallish but slender and my hair was very
fine and pretty. My voice, though not as high as Michelle's was a soft
contralto.

Aunt Caroline gave us each a $10 allowance when she dropped us off.
The idea was for us to learn how to shop, wisely. Before we went,
Michelle and I would decide what we wanted to shop for (shoes, blouse,
skirt, etc.) and then we would spend the whole day going from shop to
shop trying things on looking for the best fit and quality that fit
within our budget. Unfortunately, Michelle and I were beginning to
develop different figures so oftentimes we would have to buy two sizes
of an item to fit us each properly.

The summer that we were fifteen, Aunt Caroline took Michelle and I to
the ocean for the entire summer. We each bought a two-piece bathing
suit. Mine had a built-up bra and a bottom with a tiny skirt.
Michelle's was somewhat more daring; tiny top/tiny bottom. She got a
lot of appreciative looks that summer.

At the beach, there was almost always a dance or something going every
night. Michelle and I would dress in light cotton dresses, sandals
with no hose and go down to the dance-hall. We'd usually stay until
about 11 pm. Michelle would end up dancing with every boy in the place
while I watched from the side. At first, a lot of boys asked me to
dance, but I didn't really know how and really wasn't interested in
dancing with boys, especially slow dancing. After a few weeks, they
stopped asking. Instead, I watched the band and dreamed that I was one
of them up on the stage.

It hadn't occurred to me during the entire summer, but when it was time
to pack up and go back home I realized that I had a major problem - tan
lines! Here I had spent the entire summer wearing a 2 piece bathing
suit which put some very pale flesh in a very embarrassing place. I
was mortified. Michelle suggested Coppertone; trip to the drugstore.
It colored the skin but was not at all natural. It was also streaky.
Sunlamp; another trip to the drugstore. Intensive sessions under the
sunlamp and keeping the shirt on for a few weeks got me to a somewhat
uniform color.

By the time we were 16, Michelle was the most popular girl in school,
Homecoming queen, the whole bit. I usually had a date for Friday
and/or Saturday, but I was not the BMOC. Occasionally, Michelle and her
date would double with me and my date.

Late in my junior year, I fell in with a ragtag rock & roll band at
school. We were decent musicians but we didn't have anything to
distinguish us from the rest of the hurly-burly. Since we were already
a mixture of sexes, styles and tastes (our keyboardist (Michelle) and
rythm-player were female, our lead-player was simply strange and the
bassist (me) and the drummer were male) I suggested we call ourselves
ANDROGENY and keep the crowd guessing as to what it was they were
looking at.

We all wore a mixture of clothing - constantly rotating amoung the
members - leotards and tights, miniskirts, jeans, leather. Since long
hair was in, we all wore at least shoulder length hair. With a little
makeup, we could go from male to female to male at will, at least on
stage. The idea was an instant hit! God, we could have been banned in
Boston. At the very least we were banned from all the $50 a night
church dances. As a consolation we were booked at $500 a night into
every dance within a 25 mile radius. Everybody wanted to SEE us and
guess what/who we were. Aunt C volunteered to be our business manager
and negotiated our gigs.

I preferred to dress feminine and in fact I really tarted it up some
nights but I also put together a really Hell's Angels looking costume
to keep the folks guessing. Michelle had some difficulty looking
androgenous, much less macho, but she and I worked on her costume
(after all I owed her) and with a little make-up and some really butch
clothes she also kept the crowd guessing.

We kept the band going for about a year, playing until Michelle and I
were ready to go to college. She planned on studying nursing and I was
going to major in computer science. I figured that computer science
was a field which offered me the maximum gender flexibility given my
intellectual capabilities.

Our freshman year we lived in the dorms. Unfortunately, separate
dorms. Occasionally, we could dress up and go out but since I couldn't
be in her dorm and she couldn't be in mine, it was really difficult.

By our sophomore year, we had located an affordable apartment that we
could share. We each had separate bedrooms plus a kitchen and a living
room. The rent was more than two dorm rooms but we had much more
privacy and less noise. Since I didn't have to worry about one of the
guys getting into my stuff, I loaded up all of my clothes from Aunt C's
and moved into the apartment full-time.

During my sophomore year, as I became better known among my classmates,
I took deliberate pains to cloud my gender. First, I was tall (now 5'
11") but slender (140 lbs). My hair was long and I was virtually
beardless but I did not tweeze my eyebrows. My clothes that I wore to
class were asexual (jeans and sweatshirt). Second, my voice, though
low for a girl was soft. Third, the style that I wore my hair had
infinite variations varying from unquestionably feminine to borderline
masculine. Finally, my personality (intellectual and emotional) could
be varied through the spectrum from male to female. Manipulation of
these traits allowed a great deal of freedom for me to explore my own
gender identity. It also made it almost impossible for me to get any
dates, be they male/female.

I attended most large lectures (ie.more than 70 students) and
especially those that Michelle was also taking, as Paula. For smaller
lectures, where the instructor was more likely to compare the face to
the roster, I attended as Paul. Even as Paul, I continued to sow as
much gender confusion as possible (might as well share the wealth).

Michelle began to take some nursing courses that required her to do
some time in the local hospital. Naturally she had to buy some
uniforms. I loved them. Always a sucker for a gal in uniform.
Seriously, I considered changing majors just to be able to wear a
nurse's outfit like Michelle's. Michelle also found a waitress's job a
few miles out of town, serving cocktails. She had to wear a very
tight-waisted outfit that was "cut down to there, and cut up to here".
Plenty of pinches, but she earned nearly $75 a night, every night she
worked. I decided that I could endure an occassional pinch for that
kind of dough, so with her introduction I applied for a job.

I didn't make anywhere near the money that Michelle did in that job
(beauty counts for something) but it did help out for spending cash.
The outfit was a problem, though. Not so much the "cut up to here,"
but the "cut down to there" was a toughie. Michelle pitched in by
visiting a second gynecologist (her gyno already had her on the pill)
and obtained a second prescription for birth control pills. After
taking them for about a month, my nipples became sore and my breasts
began to enlarge. After about six months, I had enough breast
development to fill an A-cup bra. I wasn't going to challenge Dolly
but it was going to be hard to look like a boy again. At least
topless.

The "cut down to there" problem remained, but at least it wasn't
flagrant. Going home to mother was my biggest worry. Oh well, I'd
cross that bridge later. The pinches, as I expected, were there even
if the tips weren't quite up to Michelle's. One worry that Michelle
didn't have, though, were my testicles and penis. Some drunken cowboy
getting a grip on those and the jig was up.

I devised a more advanced version of the gaf that I had worn since I
was 6. Previously, I had merely taken an elastic brief, such as a
panty girdle, pulled my penis back between my legs, stuffed my
testicles up into my abdomen, and caught the whole mess with the
girdle. Occassionally, the penis would slip to the side, but more
often it would simply creep forward, coming to rest as a lump of
unwanted flesh at the tip of my pubis bone. My new gaf improved upon
this by providing a pocket into which the penis was inserted, thus
preventing it from slipping sideways. It also allowed for the head of
the penis to be secured and pulled backwards with the gaf.

The final improvement involved finding a corset-type garment to attach
the gaf to. This was the hardest part. Corsets went out of favor many
decades ago and therefore one cannot expect Sears or Penneys to carry
them in their catalog. The Yellow Pages weren't much help either. For
the short term, I bought what was termed a "waist nipper". I sewed the
gaf to the front of the nipper and put eyelets into the back, so that I
could draw the laces, that I had sewn to the gaf, tightly towards the
rear.

Utimately, I found a manufacturer of a Victorian style corset and had
one made to my measurements. The gaf I had designed for the nipper
worked well with the corset and my worries about being "felt-up" all
but vanished. The corset provided one additional benefit. Without the
corset, my waist-line was nothing special. With the corset, I was able
to bring my waist from it's natural 28" to a corsetted 24". This alone
seemed to be worth an additional $25 a night in tips. After a few
months, I was able offer a corsetted waist of 22" and an uncorsetted
waist of 24 inchs.

My gender ambiquity was become more difficult to maintain. The
waitress job forced me to take a definite posture towards my feminine
side, most of which was difficult, if not impossible, to reverse the
next morning. Obviously I was going to have to make some difficult
decisions soon. I knew that I did not want to go through life
appearing as a man, though I felt comfortable "being" a man. I knew
mother would be hurt and probably wouldn't understand. Aunt C probably
would understand but I didn't know she could help. My professors would
have to be told since the classes at the junior and senior level were
definitely small enough for them to associate names and faces.

I asked for, and was granted, an appointment with the Head of the
Psychology Department. I felt that I needed some help making these
decisions and thought he might be in position to recommend someone
knowledgable about my problem.

On the appropriate day I was greeted by Professor Ferguson himself. He
gave me a warm handshake with his big dry paws. Directing me to the
chair upholstered in well worn leather, he took up a position behind
his desk. Leaning on his elbows over his enormous desk, he inquired
how help be of service. My hopes rose.

I told him, as briefly as could, my career at the university. I then
told him of my extracurricular life. He didn't bat a lash. I told him
that I felt I had reached a crucial decison point in my life and hoped
that he could recommend someone who could help me with these decisions.

He smiled warmly and sat back in his chair. "I totally sympathize with
your dilemma. It is believed by our profession that fully 1% of the
population suffers from some form of gender dissatisfaction. On this
campus alone, that means that there are some 300 students facing the
same questions that you face. Most will never resolve their
conflicts."

"I have studied the problem somewhat, however my schedule will not
allow me to devote as much attention to your situation as I should.
There is, however, a colleague of mine who is also knowledgable about
this problem. Let me give you her name and extension. No, better yet
let's see if she has time to come here now."

Professor Ferguson picked up the phone and dialed a few numbers. He
chatted amiably for a few seconds, inquired if the callee was free for
a few minutes and then replaced the receiver. We chatted for a couple
of minutes about campus life, weather and so forth, until there was a
tap on the door and Professor Young walked into the office. I
recognized him instantly from his press clippings. He was a rising
star in the academic world for his research into the fundemental causes
of dyslexia.

Professor Ferguson briefed Professor Young about my situation,
recanting almost exactly every detail I had told him. When Professor
Ferguson was finished, Professor Young turned to me and invited to
follow him to his office.

Young's office was a good deal less opulent than Ferguson's and a good
deal messier. There were 2 foot stacks of books lining every inch of
the wall around his office. His desk was buried beneath 4 inches of
papers and books. Apparently profesors and students weren't that
different after all.

He asked me to elaborate on the briefing he received from Professor
Ferguson, which I did. When I was finished, he said "your course seems
clear, your mind seems clear, how can I help?"

When he sensed my confusion at his response, he added "Look, most
students your age are still wrestling with fetishism, how to hide
episodic crossdressing from their parents or peers, or whether they're
homosexual. You seem to have a clear idea of what you are and you have
lived enough in both genders to have a basis to form an educated
decision."

I explained to Professor Young that I anticipated some of my professors
would have difficuly accepting me as Paula in their classrooms and that
an authoritative person that they could be referred to might help. I
shared my doubts that my mother could accept my decision, but added
that I had a sympathetic aunt, my mother's sister.

He recommended that I resolve with myself what I wanted/had to be and
return to him when I had made my decision. He felt that whatever
decision I made had to be right for me and only me. When I decided
what was right, he would help to make it happen. I thanked him for his
time and went back to our apartment.

I continued in the identity that I had established for each part of my
life (school, work, Michelle) for the remainder of the semester. As
the end of the semester approached, I prepared myself to discuss my
plans with Mom.

About two weeks before the semester was to end, I called Aunt C and
prepared her for what she was to see and to ask her advice about Mom.
She suggested that she drive over to the school and see me before I
went home. I readily agreed, so we made a date for the next saturday.

Aunt C showed up at our apartment at 9 am. I answered the door and we
embraced for what seemed like minutes. She complimented me on my
appearance, which I appreciated deeply and must have let show because
she embraced me again. I told Aunt C about our past year at school and
how Michelle and I worked at the same restaurant as cocktail
waitresses. Finally I told her of my plans to live the rest of my life
as a woman and my concerns about how Mom would take it.

Aunt C then told something that I never would have believed if anyone
else had been telling it; Mom was Aunt C's brother! My Mother hadn't
divorced my father; HE had divorced my mother.

I was floored. I was caught in some sort of "Kafka world".

In a few minutes I was sufficiently recovered to ask my aunt some
questions. She and I conversed for nearly 8 hours. Michelle had
finished her classes around noon and sat with us until 3 pm, when she
had to prepare for work.

Things were coming full circle. I, a transvestite, was the child of a
transvestite. How could he (she) do this to me! Then I realized this
must have been why she allowed Aunt C to raise me, to allow me to find
my own course in life without any inadvertent influences from her.
Suddenly I felt a need to embrace my mother.

Now was not a good time. Finals were to start in less than a week.
Michelle and I were up to our elbows in studies to prepare for the
finals. I did give Mom a call and chatted with her for nearly an hour.

I called Professor Young and told him that I wanted to register for
fall classes as "Paula". I told him that I had resolved my problems
with my mother, but I expected problems with the faculty and would
appreciate any assistance he could lend. He promised that he would
take care of all registration and "faculty" problems and wished me a
good summer.

Wednesday, September 18, 2019

First Story (Panty Poop, long)




“Just one more shop” she said, and I tried to hide my general boredom by forcing a smile and nodding “Sure” I spoke, merely a whisper.
Not that she heard it, she was already inside the shop, and I followed her inside.
Just like the last 4 shops this was another clothing shop with the same articles, pants, sweaters, shirts and the like. I couldn’t tell them appart anymore as my memory began to blur, but this one I would never forget.
Strangely, she seemed much more certain of what to get here and instead of walking around the same row of clothes three or four times and still peeking at spots she already carefully inspected now and then. This time around she went straight for a cheap jeans and some underwear and I sighted in relief when she seemed to hurry on to the counter to pay.
Feeling the end of the endless trip was getting nearer I began to show a smile on my face as I walker with her towards the exit of the shop, but suddenly, she pauzed.
I turned around and looked at her, trying to figure out what was going on inside her mind, and then she spoke the feared words with a worried look on her face “I am not completely sure about these pants and panties”. I could tell she saw the shock on my face.
“Dont worry” she said, “I won’t be long, especially if you help me out”. She walked to the back of the shop, where the fitting rooms are. I took a peek at the clock, “20:40”, and I thought to myself that this would be over soon either way, as most of the shops would close at 21:00.
I followed her to the fitting room and waited outside while she closed the curtain and began trying on the several different items she aquired.
After a short while she whispered my name and I took a peek through the curtains, she was standing there in one of the newly bought panties with her t-shirt lifted up, her back facing towards me so I could take a good look at her panties. “How do I look in these?” she whispered. Before I was able to answer with a polite lie about how perfect they looked on her so we could be on our way, it began.
I met Petra about a week or 5 before that day, and it didn’t take more then a week before we, in a jolly mood began to reveal our sexual fantasies to eachother. I remember sleeping badly about that time since I actually revealed my true secret fantasy, the fact that women and girls that peed or pooped in their pants would excite me greatly in a sexual way. When I revealed that my hearth was racing, but she merely laughed at me and made a sarcastic remark that we should definitely try that sometime.
So there we were, seperated by a curtain of a fitting room, she bended forward slightly and with one push she began pushing out one of the biggest poops I saw in my life. I stood there hypnotized, not sure if i should panic or keep watching this mysterious encounter, I even thought I was going to wake from the dream soon enough.
But I didn’t wake up, she stood there with a ever growing bulge in the back of her pants, she didn’t do it in a sexual or sensual way, she just filled the pants as if she was using them as a toilet.
After a while she said “You have no idea how bad I had to go, I didn’t poop for three days straight”. She looked at the back of her panties and almost burst out in giggles, but she put a hand to her mouth to stop that and she just smiled wickedly at me. “That is so gross” she said, trying to control the giggles.
“Wait, there is more I think” she grinnicked and started to groan out loud. I then awoke to the moment, we were in a shop near closing time and my girlfriend Petra was in a fitting room shitting in her panties. Her groans were filling the whole shop in my head, but looking around I didn’t see anyone else react in the shop.
“What did you do, how are we going to get away with this” I whispered at the curtain, and she replied “Dont worry, I planned this ahead, ill be with you shortly.
And indeed, shortly thereafter she brushed the curtain aside and stood there in the newly bought pants. “What did you do with...?” I began to ask. She grinned at me and turned around, her jeans were showing the bulge in them. “Does it show?” she asked, and I nodded.
She grabbed the sides of the jeans with her hands and gave it a good jerk upwards, at which moment her mouth dropped open with a mix of wonder and disgust on her face. She blushed slighty “Lets get out of this place” she said and began walking to the exit. I watched her in shock as she stumbled a bit with the big mess in her pants, her legs moved in a peculiarl way as if she tried to walk as normal as possible but didn’t have the room to move her legs properly.
I quickly followed her out of the shop as she began making her way towards one of the flat iron benches in the shopping street. I moved over to her and suddenly felt very much in love with this girl when she stood there, filled pants in the middle of one of her favorite shopping streets with me. “I can’t walk with this ball of poop in my pants” she whispered to me, and before I could stop her, she sat down on the bench.
There it was again: the look of wonder and disgust on her face, followed by a naughtly look at me. “Squish” she giggled. I sat down next to her and looked around for anyone we knew, I totally loved what she did but I didn’t want her to get shamed for it.
As she began wiggling back and forth and to the sides sitting in her shit I asked her “Don’t you think we should have started this easy, like in private?”. She gave me a curious look and said “Where is the fun in that?”.
Before I could form a good reply to that, she stood up, and bend over before me with a questioning look on her face. At the back of her jeans there was a slight, but outline of a brown stain. “I don’t think that did you any good” I replied.
As she inspected her pants herself she blushed once again and said “Its so sticky now that its so flat”, and she smiled wickedly.
As she took a few steps she shook her head “Definitely not an improvement, it has spread all over my bottoms now”. She shrugged and began walking away “Lets go”.
I jumped to my feet and followed her, she tried to walk as normal as possible, I guess she didn’t mind feeling the mess against her legs anymore.
As we walked towards the place where we parked our bikes I suddenly realised with shock that we took a bike to the town center. I almost felt bad for Petra, knowing that this was going to be a all in experience right there, for her first time.
When we arrived at our bikes I could see she had a worried look in her face, her tongue sticked out halfly on one side of her beautiful smile. “Oh oh” she grinned at me.
I just nodded at her and unchained my bike fast, careful not to miss a moment.
She clumsily bend down to get the key to the lock on the bike in the lock, and for a brief flash I thought about the shitty mess in those tight strechted jeans right there, getting squished over her tender delicate cheeks.
She got up and smiled at me, and never breaking eye contact, she rose to the bike and took a seat in the saddle of the bike. There it was again; that strange mix of disgust and wonder, and this time maybe something else; did she enjoy that or was it my imagination?
“Lets go to my appartment”, she said and I followed her on my bike.
During the ride she would constantly, as if to tease me, sit down on her saddle, standing up again and sitting down again. It seemed to me that whenever she stood up, she used her cheeks to work the shitty mess inside her pants as hands would clump clay, and then she sat down in the mess again, reliving the same moment each time.
Also, from my view I could see the stains in the back of her jeans getting worse and worse every time she sat down in her poopy panties, luckily it was getting darker as we rode to her home.
When we got to her place, we quickly placed the bikes in the storage unit at the base of her flat appartment, and she raced up the stairs in front of me. I followed the brown bulging pants and now for the first time noticed the stench of her shit. We got to her appartment and she seemed to be in a hurry, I thought to get out of the mess. “Quick take of your shoes and join me over here” she yelled from the room she dissapeared in.
I entered the room and found her on the couch watching the television. “Dexter will start any minute now”, she said “I dont want to miss it!”.
I sat down next to her and watched the TV show with her, though I wasn’t really able to follow it much as my mind kept wandering to her poop filled pants, that she was sitting in.
At the first commercial break she shared a moment where we looked in eachother eyes and just smiled, it seemed to me that she did not mind at all the state she was in, and maybe even understood some of the sexual appeal.
“Hey”, she said in a playfull tone, “Can I sit on your lap?”, a wicked grin on her face.
She didn’t wait for an answer, she basicly jumped over to me and sat on me, with the pooped pants in between us. She had been sitting on the couch for a while and I suppose it stopped most of the stink from escaping, but at that moment the stench hit me like a truck and I began to realise the filth of the situation. Still, in that moment I really longed for her shitted pants on my lap and I gave her a a nice “bumpy horse ride” which she clearly enjoyed.
We then kept sitting there, watching the remaineder of the show close to eachother with a stinky, poopy mess linking us. After the show ended she turned to me and she kissed me tenderly on the mouth while keeping my hand on her butt with her hands.
“Now”, she said sternly, “You have to help me clean up, you are the sole reason for my current situation!”.
I thought about how much I hated the cleanup part of my poop experiences but I nodded to her thinking to myself how much more interesting this should be.
I followed her into the bathroom where her shower is, and I found her inspecting the mess she made one last time, feeling the back and the front of her jeans with her right hand while the other rested in her side.
She turned to me and licked her lips “One final favor for now” she giggled, holding her crotch with her right hand. I looked at her, wondering what she ment with that last comment.
I soon after saw, as liquid began dripping trough her fingers around her crotch, she was soaking her jeans with pee. “This I have been holding for a while as well” she remarked.
Again I stood hypnotized looking at her, she had removed the hand from her crotch and was slowly wetting her pants, spreading the wetness all around by moving her legs in a mysterious sexual way. I wondered if she had more experience wetting her pants since she seemed to be really calm and in control doing it, but she just stood there silently pissing her pants for a good few minutes.
After she was done pissing in her pants she adored the complete and utter mess she had made of her newly bought jeans. “Excuse me”, she said as she moved one hand into the front of her jeans and began fingering herself with gentle strokes, moaning. She finished within a couple of minutes and looked at me with a naughty smile on her face.
She grabbed a garbage sack she had obviously put in the bathroom in preparation and dumped her messy jeans and panties in it.
She turned on the water of the shower and stepped under it, “I had a lot of fun, but next time it is your turn”, she grinnicked. I moved close to her and whispered to her, not minding the water soaking the clothes I was wearing “Can I keep you?”, and she replied with just one
word “Absolutely”.