My Sister's Wife
by QicenoQ

Music echoed through the walls as I walked down the corridor of the church.

My older sister Laila was getting married today, and I couldn’t be any happier for her. After years of both of us being excluded from our family, someone as caring & giving as her deserved a caring partner 100%.

With that being said, there was one issue I had; that being the ‘caring partner’ in question, that she was apparently head-over-heels for.

Kalani is undeniably the anti-Laila. Whereas Laila is a petite, caring, and ruthlessly hardworking brunette, Kalani is a pudgy, unapologetically slobbish & brash latina. Despite standing at an inhuman 6’ 6, she didn’t even have a job. She just sat around the house.

Sure, she was softer when it was just her & Laila. But to anyone else, Kalani was a total bitch.

That was more than true with me. It never mattered what I did to try & gain her trust; Kalani’s nastiness was amplified with my presence every time. Occasionally, she would use my disgust for her habits in malicious ways.

I came home from work one day to her using my pillows as a cushion for her fat ass. It didn’t matter how much washing I did either; the sight of her peeling it from under her denim-clung underside, only to be soaked in sweat never failed to make me cringe.

Laila’s love for her didn’t bother me all that much though. Kalani, thankfully, was not mine. And if my sister loves her, then who am I to judge?

I walked into the main lobby & saw my sister surrounded by old classmates. Her eager grin made my heart flutter for her, and the suit she wore looked as dashing as I’d hoped.

She noticed & ushered me over to her little group.

“How’s the party, Bride #1?” I asked. Her friends collectively looked over to Laila after I slandered her wife, while she playfully slapped my shoulder.
“Aww I’m kidding…”

“Pfft, yeah, good one. I should tell Kalani you said that.” She responded. “Anyway, I really need a favor. Can you go check on her please? She’s in the changing room down the hall, with the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign.”

“What? Why do I have to do it?” I asked.

“Well I don’t wanna see her dress until the ceremony starts, and I don’t want anyone else seeing her if she’s still undressed. You’re the only other one who’s used to it, y’know?”

“... Huh?…” I was baffled by her logic.
But before I could ask, her friends rushed away from the conversation. Laila prepared to follow, leaving me on the spot with a task that scared me.
“L-Laila? Really?”

“C’mon, please? We gotta get some stuff ready, I just need you to check on her, maybe bring her some snacks or something!”

“Ugh… Ok, fine.” I submitted while she rushed off. I grabbed a tray of chips off one of the tables before exiting the dining room.

The music still played, but I was practically deaf to it now. The idea of walking in on a potentially undressed Kalani plagued my mind.

It took a surprising amount of walking to get to the changing room. This specific room must have been sacred since it was almost all the way in the back of the building, hundreds of feet from the crowd.
The “Do not disturb” sign hung on the front. As much as I wanted to honor those words, Laila’s pleading nag wouldn’t let me.


*Knock knock* I stood there for a bit, but nobody answered. I wondered if Kalani had fallen asleep. She was definitely prone to doing it.


*Knock knock knock* After a bit more time… still nothing. She had definitely fallen asleep. I rubbed my eyes as I knew I would be walking in.

As I popped a chip into my mouth, I crossed my fingers before opening the door. There was another shorter corridor with two entrance ways at the end; one with a door.

She must have been totally out since not even that got a reaction from her. I slammed the door behind me, which somehow still didn’t prompt her to yell or anything.

“Kalani?” I yelled down the small hallway. I then remembered that Kalani was a horrifically sound-sleeper, and the only time I or Laila could wake her up was by physical contact.
My fingers stayed crossed as I shuffled to the second entranceway. I had my hands over my eyes as I rounded the corner.
“Kalani, are you awake?” I asked desperately, only getting more silence. Fearfully, I peeped through my fingers.

I saw her unsurprisingly sound-asleep on a futon, but thankfully all dressed up. The pearly-white wedding dress clung tightly to her body. Her laying on her side made seeing her head impossible from my angle.
I only saw a stack of two massive, lacey white globes, dwarfing a pair of white heels filled by her feet.

I walked into the room and quickly gawked at how it all looked. The lighting was perfectly dim, with mirrors covering one of the walls. Several tables lined said-walls; one with a small stack of emptied plates.

“Mmmh…” Kalani grabbed my attention when she hummed a bit in her sleep. Her back was turned to the room, which I hated since it meant it didn’t matter what angle I viewed her from in this room; I would always get an eyeful of her bottom.


… Okay, look: although I disliked her a lot, even I had to admit that I understood why someone would fawn over her physique. Genetics made her butt & thighs stick out, and her comparatively snatched waist only made that more apparent.
That and her impressive height made it easy for people to turn & gawk; especially Laila.

I couldn’t help but cringe at the sight however. I could only associate any of her pros with her other numerous cons.

It was honestly very disheartening to see my sister's soon-to-be-wife sleeping an hour before their wedding. The idea that she could potentially be late or look like a mess walking up to the altar angered me.

Sighing, I sat the chips on a table next to her, then reached my hand down to wake her up. As I did, something shocking happened before I could even touch her.


Bbbwwooooooooooooooooooooooooorrrppp!


“... Nng-... mmmh~...” The sleeping Kalani shamelessly moaned after ripping a simply monstrous fart. My jaw dropped and eyes shot open as I turned my attention back to her rear.

It sounded like she had released a week's worth of gas in one push, leaving me genuinely awestruck.

While she snuggled with herself on the futon, I cringed as I felt it; the unnatural temperature of her gas after being released wafted over to me, practically flooding the small room.

I have no clue why I let the heat travel up to my face; let alone my nose. I stupidly decided to catch my breath at that moment as well.

I definitely wasn’t new to her gas, but this fart in particular was overbearing. The stench was downright unholy.

It was too late for me to cover my nose. Breathing through my mouth wasn’t yielding much against it either, so I covered both it and my mouth before moving away from her, hoping to keep my buffet tray down.

Kalani began shuffling around on the futon, where she tiredly reared her arm & gave me a sight for sore eyes; she dug her hand into her dress-clad posterior.

“Mmmh~...” She tiredly moaned again, unknowing to the fact that I was essentially watching her finger her own ass through the wedding dress. I desperately wanted to say something or even just leave the room, but I froze up out of fear. I felt as dirty watching it as much as I hated seeing it.

She pulled her hand out, only leaving a gargantuan wedgie with her dress. After a short yawn, she muttered to herself:
“Mmh… thank god, it's still dry…”

With that disgusting note, she snuggled herself back into her sleeping position.

I took her obliviousness to my presence as an opportunity to quietly leave this still-reeking room. Part of me wanted to wake her up, but a bigger part of me just wanted to leave after that terrible sight.
I knew she was dressed now and Laila could sleep easily knowing none of her friends saw her naked when retrieving Kalani for the ceremony.

I kept an eye on her as I shuffled to the door, but I accidentally bumped into one of the tables. The sound of plates clanking echoed through the room.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t asleep yet, and Kalani quickly looked in my direction. I froze up as her brown eyes made contact with mine.

“... What are you doing in here?” She sternly growled at me. My heart sank as I tried to gather my words.
“What the fuck are you doing in here?”

“I… came in here to check on you.” I responded, shuddering from her glare. I turned to the table next to her and added onto my meak response.
“A-And Laila wanted you to h-have those chips.”

“And you just watched me after dropping them off?” She asked.

I began stuttering as I tried to think of a response, but I was stunned.
“You’re a fucking pervert, aren’t you?”

“N-No! No, not at all!” I mustered the ability to say back, only making her eyebrows furrow more.
“I was about to leave, but you farted in the doorway, and I wanted it to air out!”

“Bullshit.” She growled, crossing her arms. “I always knew you were a perv.”

“K-Kalani, I know this looks bad-”

“Shut up.” She sharply commanded before standing up. I stayed frozen as she approached me, resulting in me being grabbed once she got in vicinity.

“K-Kalani-” “SHUT UP.” She screamed this time, making me jolt as her command echoed in the secluded room. I stayed quiet as Kalani pulled me away from the exit.

Instead, I was brought over to her futon & shoved onto the still-warm leather. As I turned back to look at her, the sight of her looming over me made my heart sink.

“You watched me scratch my ass. You’re a fucking weirdo.”

I felt so idiotic right now. Even if my exposure to it was unintentional, she was still right.
“I-I was trying to wake you-”

“Shut the fuck up.” She growled for a third time, forcing my lips shut.

As another act of her anger, she grabbed my ankles and pulled them off the futon. My butt hit the ground while my shoulders stayed on the leather.
The motion stunned me for a second, and before I knew what was happening, Kalani stepped over my body.

The next thing I saw was a thing of nightmares; Kalani’s butt, not even a full foot away from my head.

She quickly moved back and practically slammed her gargantuan ass onto my head and into the futon, sitting on me.

The pressure from her weight was immense, and all I could see was her brunette ponytail dangling over her two colossal buttcheeks. I tried to pull my face out of her ass, but her weight kept me pinned.

“Aww, what’s wrong? Do you not like my butt anymore? Well, you’re going to hate it when I fart again.”

“Mmmph! Mmmmmph!” I screamed & thrashed from her threat, prompting her to lean back. The pressure was obscene, enough so that after some time, I slowed down out of fear that she would suffocate me.

“That’s what I thought. Stay put, bitch.” She was really beating my new nicknames into the ground as she continued speaking.

“There’s nothing you can do, creep. Now be a good little degenerate & take this fart. Hmph-”
Ggrrp- PBRRRRRRPPT!


A burning gust of meaty wind then shot directly into my nose.
It was unlike any sensation I had ever experienced. The stench was amplified tenfold, and my respiratory system felt infected with the undying, spicy miasma. My eyes watered as I hacked into her wedding dress, squirming pathetically.

“You better not puke on my fucking dress!” Kalani snarled. I didn’t want to vomit on her dress either, but if she didn’t let me up, I feared that I would.


Pfff- brrrpt…

PFFFFRRRPPT!


She proceeded to crack off two more lethal emissions, only having a sigh of relief to show for it. The last one was especially painful to endure, making the area around my nose sickeningly humid.


Plrrpt


“Mmph- MMMPH!” I screamed again in another fruitless plea for mercy. My body tried to deny her gas; my tolerance really began to wear thin and I tried to push her off, only managing to weakly nudge her thighs.
Kalani noticed my pathetic escape attempt and grabbed my wrists, pulling them up to her lap.
Prrp! Pffff…


I once again tried to break free as she cracked a pair of small farts, trapping me with another fresh stench to suffer on.

“Keep put you fucking creep. You’re not going anywhere!” She growled, driving her hips down onto my face. I wailed, fearing that she would break my nose if I tried to rebel again.
But I couldn’t help it. Her gas was too bad. I was going to be sick. .


Pffffffffffffffffffffffffff…


I lurched hard as a dense SBD entered my system. It felt like it had been brewing for days, packing a hellish stench that flowed through my nasal passage over the course of several seconds.

I felt the contents of my stomach beginning to leave through my mouth. The sound of me burping prompted Kalani to stand up.

“EW! Ewww!” She rushed away from me. I gripped my mouth in an attempt to compose myself.

“There’s a bathroom over there. Go, right now.” She snapped her fingers at the door in the short hallway to this room. I scuttled to my feet and booked it to the door in question.

I bursted in and, upon seeing the toilet with its lid up, practically dove toward it. I vomited basically everything I had eaten that day.

As I coughed into the toilet, I heard Kalani’s heels on the tile floor of the bathroom.
“Don’t think you’re off the hook just because you got sick.” Her ridicule annoyed me indefinitely. She clearly had no grasp of what power she had, nor did she understand that anybody would do the same as me. I refused to believe that even the most hardcore fart-freak wouldn’t tap out with her.
“I have to fart again, bitch.”

“K-Kalani, please l-let me go…” I begged weakly, keeping my head over the toilet. She scoffed as I managed to get a full plea out.

“I’m obviously not going to do that.” She said, crossing her arms.
“You were asking for it, perv. It’s not my fault you thought you could handle it.”

“I DON’T!” I yelled back in an emotional panic, only making her raise her eyebrows. “I-I fucking hate you! I’ve ALWAYS hated you! I would NEVER perv on you, you disgusting fucking PIG! Laila just wanted you awake!”

“... Hmm.” She hummed back, then pulled her phone out of her bosom. She then held it up next to her head.
“I’m calling Laila right now, and I’m telling her that you tried to grope me.”


It didn’t take me long to understand how fucked I was.


And if she did, it didn’t matter what I said either; I’m an awkward introvert, while Kalani was the bride. She could say I did anything, and whoever hears will side with her.

“Kalani, don’t! P-Please!” I begged as I followed her out of the bathroom. She had an eager look in her eye as she looked over her shoulder, making my heart sink as I accepted that my life was about to be ruined.
“K-Kalani, I’ll do anything! Just please don’t do this to me!”

“Pff, yeah, anything.” She hummed smugly before sitting down. She then saw the plate of chips and grabbed a few, popping them into her mouth.
“What if I wanted you to smell my farts again?”

“I-... Kalani…” I really didn’t know how to respond to that. I was screwed if I said yes or no, which she seemed happy about from her smirk.
“I-... I don’t know…”

“Jeez, I must’ve really made you hate farts, huh?” She remarked. “Like, if it’s such a tough decision between being ousted as a groper, or literally just smelling my farts? … Hehe~ how badly do you want to keep your reputation, Fart-face?~”

Even if it was for the sake of my suffering, this felt out of hand even for her.

“... You want me to?” I asked for confirmation. Kalani responded with an eager nod.

“Willingly.” She responded. She then laid down on her stomach, facing the plate on the table.
She popped another chip into her mouth before turning back to me.

“We still have plenty of time back here; I get to lay down & relax. And as I enjoy myself, you’re going to lay behind me. You’re going to keep your face in my ass, and you’re going to sniff my ass deeply after every fart.~”

“... T-That’s impossible!” I whined, on the verge of tears again; my evident fear only made her happier.
“Kalani I swear! Y-You know I’ve always hated your farts!”

“Mhm.” She hummed. I felt like crying as she shook her hips, popping another chip into her mouth.
“So, what’ll it be? Be my fart slave, or you lose everything. Think wisely, Fart-face.~”


…

…

I hate Kalani.

I hate everything about her. The only thing I could currently think about was how much I hated her.

She kindly bestowed me a short break by letting me leave the room, but it was only to fetch her some more food from the buffet. I didn’t feel free from her grasp; even freely walking down the halls.

I walked into the lobby again, this time with a feeling of dread that I didn’t have before. Few people remained since my sister left me prior; only a few mutuals interacting amongst themselves.

I turned to the buffet table and groaned, searching for Kalani’s requested snacks.

Unfortunately for me, the two things she asked for were present; hummus and soda. My eyes went wide as I imagined what type of monsters she could brew with these.

As I grabbed the bowl of hummus, I heard my name being called behind me. I felt mild relief as my sister walked toward me, smiling her usual heartwarming smile.

“Heyyy!” Laila began. I turned to her, revealing my arms full of consumables. She rolled her eyes at the sight.
“Is she still hungry? She better use that mouthwash I gave her.”

“Yeah…” I added, holding back the urge to act out.
“Well, is everything okay in there? When’s the ceremony starting?”

“Well… I’m sorry to say, but…” Her tone made me feel a sense of dread. “... the altar fell.”

“... t-the-...” I stumbled on my words & widened eyes. Laila sucked her teeth in, knowing how little I probably wanted to hear that, and hesitantly nodded.
“It fell? Oh god, is there any way I can help?”

“I appreciate it a lot, but… can you just sit back there with Kalani for me?” Laila’s answer made the pit in my stomach grow heavier. “I texted her about it just a second ago and I even asked her if I could borrow you, but she said no! I guess she just really wants your company.”

“...” I stayed silent. This seriously bit.

Laila looked down at her phone, then walked over to the buffet table. She grabbed a small tray of deviled eggs.

I could practically hear Kalani’s malicious giggle from here as my other hand was filled with the plastic tray.
“I know, I know. I’ll tell her to be nice and use the bathroom when she has to let one loose.”

“... T-Thanks…” I said with a hollow tone. Laila could see the fear I had for her fiance, yet she was oblivious to my situation.

Before I could walk back to my demise, Laila walked over to me and gave me a hug.
“Thank you.” She said into my ear. “It’s cool seeing you two spend time together. She couldn’t be bitter forever, hehe…” “Yeah…” I responded. “... When will the altar be fixed?”

“... Maybe two hours, tops.” The casualness in her statement nearly slipped by me. My tension returned.
As Laila walked away from me, the feeling of dread returned. The massive glass entry door shined sunlight in my peripheral vision, and I felt taunted as I walked down the moody hallway.


The long walk still felt too short, and my heart raced as I saw the door with the sign on it. I carefully balanced the tray on my other arm to open the door, only to hesitate as I touched the handle.

I felt like hyperventilating. Memories of how abused my nose felt as she sat on me flooded in, and made the exit door look a whole lot more inviting. But I swallowed my urge & opened the door.

“Who is it?” I heard her voice from around the corner, in a much bubblier tone than what she had used with me.

“It’s me, Kalani.”

“Ah. It took you long enough.” She growled as the door closed behind me. Hearing it click was the final nail in the dressing room-sized coffin.
“Tell me you at least managed to find everything.”

My face screwed up as I walked to the entryway of the dressing room, carrying the food like I was her butler. Kalani was still in the exact position from before I left; laying on her belly & texting.
She looked up & excitedly clapped her hands as she glanced between the plates I held, then patted the small table next to the futon.

She smiled as I slid the bowl of hummus on the table, then scooped some onto a chip while I sat the tray of eggs next to it.

“Mph- Shoda?” She asked with a full mouth, pointing at an empty spot on the table. As I set two cans of soda in said spot, she swallowed & smiled.
“Good slave. I’d offer you a chip, but we already know it won’t stay down.~”

I stayed quiet out of fear of what she would do to make my torture even worse.
“Speaking of which; You should be empty after I let you go earlier, but do you still feel barfy?”

“I-I dunno…” Was all I could say, despite knowing the correct answer was ‘no, your highness’. Despite that, even with an emptied stomach, I didn’t have enough faith in that.

“Are you sure?” She asked. “If you think you can’t hold it down, then…”
Kalani then reared her hands back & grabbed the sides of her dress. To my horror, I watched her jerk the white fabric up a few times, making her butt jiggle.

I got the hint. “I-I won’t.” I hurriedly confirmed.

Kalani grinned before straightening the dress back out, and I then saw some motion from behind her hips. Her leg slid off the couch slightly, revealing a small plot of black leather cushioning.

“Lay behind me.” She asked, popping one of the few eggs into her mouth.

My heart nearly seized as I walked to her side. My vision bounced between the small patch of futon & her massive ass.

“Now, slave.” Kalani growled before glaring at me over her shoulder. I took a shaky breath before looking up at her, and for a moment, the exit.
“Ah-ah!” She tutted.

I felt like crying as I saw her phone next to her head. Laila’s icon sat above her number from where I stood, and Kalani’s finger was dangerously close to the call button.

Swallowing the lump in my throat was painful, but I knelt on the spot behind her. Her tan calves poked out from under her dress.

She then reared her free arm back, and I watched her place her index finger on a specific area of her dress made my heart race. She poked directly between her crack.
“Nose, right under my nail. And get in there deep.” She cruelly commanded.

Reluctantly, I took a breath of fresh air before leaning in. Her uncomfortable body-heat returned as I nuzzled my face against her dress-clad butt. I wanted to cry as I complied with her, shoving my nose as deep as I could.

Aside from her milky garment & mountainous curves, I shuddered as I saw her devilish eyes glaring back at me.

“Better.” She remarked, pulling her finger out of my prison. “God- I should torture you for the rest of your pathetic, perverted little life. Do you want me to do that?”

“No…” I timidly answered, shaking my head. Kalani snickered at my expense.

“Aww, think about it though. While Laila’s at work, I can just text you to come sniff my farts. And I’ll make you do it all day until she gets home! I think we’ll do that this weekend, slave.~”

“No-, p-please Kalani, I don’t wanna!” I felt like crying even more, terrified as her vivid scenario tormented my head.

My pathetic display seemed to please Kalani deeply. I couldn’t see her mouth from my position, but I knew she was grinning hard.
“So, are you gonna be a good slave?”

“Y-Yes…” I pathetically answered. She then lowered her phone before giving a triumphant hip-shake. My head got juggled in the process, and I cringed as my nose didn’t move from the spot that I planted it.

“Good. Now, deep sniffs. Make sure you never forget how my butt smells.”

The sound of her munching her chips filled the room. I begrudgingly kept my nose where I had nuzzled it, reluctantly inhaling to keep her happy, and cringing with every breath through my nose. The stench of her massive butt soon made lightheaded by it.

Kalani seemed satisfied at the very least. She cracked open a can of soda & washed down the spice-coated buffet food she had pounded.
And at that moment, I felt a very slight pressure rub against my nostrils.


Pfffrrrfffp…


I instinctively jolted as a small fart shot directly up my nose. I barely managed to keep my head in place. The stench of digested bean dip made my eyes tear up.

“Sniff.” She commanded, not even turning back to look at me. I stifled a whimper as I motivated myself to comply.

Snnfffff

I reluctantly sniffed as loud as I could to please her, sucking the fetid warmth from her wedding dress.


Ffff…

Bbrrrt!


Kalani casually ate her buffet snacks as I tried & failed to stifle a cough.


Pffff…

Brrr! Rrrss…


My eyes clenched shut as two ripe farts attacked my nasal passage. My body refused to let me take longer sniffs. I knew my brain was subconsciously trying to help, but Kalani obviously didn’t care enough about my wellbeing to let that slide.


ssnnnffff


I successfully took a longer breath, and barely managed to suppress the urge to cough again.


Pssssssssrrrrrr…


A long, airy fart then hissed into my nostrils, making me whine. The fabric hugging my nose grew feverishly hot, and I was too terrified to sniff it.

I obviously knew it would suck to cooperate with my evil sister-in-law, but even she had to know how tall of a task it was to sniff a fresh SBD.

It seemed that she felt me shaking, as the sound of her laughing got my attention.

“Phew… That one was pretty bad.” Kalani shook her hips as she looked back at me. Forcing myself to keep my nose wedged in her crack made me feel pathetic.
“You really love those silent ones, don’t you? Aren’t they just so yummy? Don’t worry, you still have more coming.~”


Pffffrrt- BPPRT!

ssnnf
Ppbbrrrpt!

ssnff

Pssffrrrr…

Pffff- fffrpt…

Prrooooooooort!


“Mmh~” Kalani moaned after flooding my nose with a long, bassy fart.

I couldn’t bring myself to sniff it anymore. Every time I managed to, she would just fart again. And the recent onslaught of her putrid gas made a gross, thick heat cling to the fabric.

“Why don’t I hear you sniffing?” Kalani then snarled. “You don’t get breaks, slave. Deep whiffs, now.”

“Mph-” I whimpered as I forced myself to comply, shuddering as I took another audible sniff.

Snnnff- Bbrrrffffft…


My body tensed up as my fear came to life; an overwhelmingly shitty miasma burned my nose just as I took a hard sniff.

Kalani laughed emphatically as I strained to keep my face planted in her jiggling posterior.


Brrff- PHHHMP-


Her latest fart practically inflated my nostrils, filling my lungs with a stench so bad that I couldn’t help but cough hard.
Kalani did her usual hip-wag in my face.

Pfffrrrrrrrrrpp…

I gagged as another long fart puffed up my nose.

Following her orders became less plausible as my saliva began to thin out. Even with an empty stomach, I knew that I was about to get sick again.

“Ooh- man that stinks, ugh…” Kalani complained; her voice was muffled from her hands covering her mouth. I felt scared as she then turned back to look back at me.
“What the fuck? Are you seriously this useless? SNIFF MY ASS. NOW.”

“I-I’m sorry-” I whined into her dress. Hearing her anger made my stomach turn even harder.

Ssssnnnff- Fwrrmp! -fff


My eyes then rolled back as I felt whatever contents was left in my stomach rise. I staggered off the futon and ran into the bathroom again, gripping my mouth tightly.

“What the fuck?!” I heard Kalani yell, but I cut her off by harshly retching into the toilet

I then heard the shifting of fabric from the cracked door; I knew she was preparing my punishment. The urge to run only grew, and I began to silently cry, praying that Kalani would show me mercy.

“I have to fart! Get the fuck back in here!” Kalani’s words made me whine.

Upon leaving the bathroom, what I saw truly made my heart rate spike; Kalani was laying on her belly again in the exact same position as before. However, the snow-white mounds behind her now matched her tan skin color, and a black thong was completely devoured by her cheeks; clinging to her waist so tight that her fat was being squeezed by it.
The remainder of her dress was half-heartedly draped above her waistline.

I froze in place, but wasn’t given much time to stay; Kalani snapped her fingers, directing me towards her leering eyes.
“I didn’t do this just so you could get a better look at my ass. Get back here, now.”

She then reared her arm back and pinched her thong-strap, tugging it upward. That small motion made the naked flesh on her ass ripple.

I felt exhausted as I trudged back to the futon. The onslaught from her bowels left me fatigued, so much so that I began to wonder if I would faint, and what would come of it. I could only conclude that it wasn’t worth finding out.

I looked back down at my spot behind her. The ocean of white fabric surrounding it was now the same peanut-buttery color of her skin. The only way I could even tell she was wearing undergarments was by the thong strap squeezing her waist, silently begging to be buried far away from her posterior.

She moved her leg to reveal my spot again, and I cringed upon seeing the darker skin between her legs.

“Mmh-mmh. All your dreams are coming true today, aren’t they?~” Kalani hummed at me as she swayed her hips again. Watching her bare fat wobble in front of me made me cringe.

I felt shameful for going this far with Kalani, and defeatedly knelt behind her again. I clenched my fists as her warm, squishy skin pressed against my face. I hesitantly slid my nose back in its original spot.

I tried not to breathe through my nose for as long as I could; I loathed the idea of smelling her ass without that dress covering it. Even if I knew the thong was somewhere in her buttcrack, something told me that it wouldn’t be nearly enough to save me once she farted again.
“Took you more than long enough. I want you to lay all the way down this time, now.”

There was an empty table behind me so I complied, stretching my legs out until they were laying on the hard surface.
I felt a lot more uncomfortable by doing so; keeping my face where she wanted it meant angling my back painfully.

I involuntarily drew my first breath from her dressless ass, somehow introducing a new stench to my nose. Along with her familiar stench of earthy butt & stale indigestion, a far muskier, sweaty stench was sucked up my nose.
I was too bothered by it to realize that Kalani’s leg was moving. Before I knew it, a heavy weight came pressing down on my back.

“Mmphh!” I groaned painfully as my back was angled harsher than before. Kalani sighed again as I shifted uncomfortably.

She then reared her arms behind her & grabbed her cheeks. Watching her thumbs sink into her fleshy posterior made me shudder.

Kalani then evilly pulled her buttcheeks apart as my head rested on her crack. With that, I felt my face slide down to the warmer, swampier depths of her sweaty ass.

“There. You aren’t leaving this time.” She growled, letting go of her butt as she did. Her cheeks squeezed my head enough to keep me locked in, making me whimper again as I tried to turn away. I wasn’t going anywhere.


Kalani took notice of that as well & shook her hips again. My head wasn’t juggled by her cheeks now; instead getting dragged side-to-side. Laughing at my misery, Kalani continued.
“See? You don’t have to worry about pulling away & pissing me off anymore! You’re really lucky that this pose is comfortable… In fact, maybe I should thank you.~”

The eager look in her eye as she stared back at me said it all; I was in trouble, and she was happy about it.

“How about I give you a big, stinky fart to sniff while you’re down there?~” She enthusiastically pondered. I whimpered as she turned back to her tray.

Hearing the crunching of chips was a lot harder with her cheeks squeezing the sides of my head. My nose was pressed uncomfortably hard against her thong, and taking a sniff opened my eyes to a horrifying fact; my nose was practically touching her butthole.


Ppbrrrrrrrppfffpt!


Kalani assaulted my senses with a long, bassy fart before I could even start sniffing. I jolted hard and instinctively tried to escape, but her grasp on me was way too much for me. Her leg remained firmly on my back, while my nose stayed firmly pressed against her hole.

I gagged hard into her ass. The smell was revolting & practically flooded my nose. I couldn’t stop gagging from it.

“Mmh, yum.~” She taunted evilly before popping another chip in her mouth. I was way too caught up in my own turmoil to acknowledge her, but that ended when she raised her voice.
“Did I not tell you to sniff?”

“Mph…” Mercy was undeniably off the table. I shuddered as I drew an audible breath through my damaged nose.

Ssnnnfff Ppfffrrrrr… fffrrpt


Snff

Pppppffff… pppfft


Ssnnf- PPFF- RRPPT!


“Mphh…” Every time I forced myself to breathe her fetid gas, she gave me another torturous breath to take. I felt like dying as my sister-in-law ate chips and watched videos on her phone.


Pppffffrrrrrrrrrrrrr…


I was forced into another rally of hacking once another lengthy butt-burner baked my unfortunate nasal passage.

I could feel my tears slowly running down my face as I was practically glued to her ass. More tears came out for every sniff I took, for every disgusted reaction I had, and for every fart she casually ripped.


Bbrrrrpht!

PfffrrRRRRPT!


“Mmh~...” Kalani gleefully moaned as I tensed up from the newest farts, which were a lot wetter than the others. My nose felt like it was cloaked in a greasy, swampy sweat that made me want to puke again.


snff-
“Mngg- hrk-” I tried to sniff but gagged. The smell was unbearable, even after taking dozens of her emissions straight to my nose.
ssnff- “Mnnh…”


BbbbwwwoooooooOOOOOOOOOOORRPHT!


Kalani giggled after unleashing a truly lethal fart. It lasted for several seconds, and poured into every corner of my respiratory system. I clenched my eyes shut as I tried to bear the smell of digested bean & cheese dip, but I couldn’t fathom it.

“MMMMPHHH!” The smell was so raw & overwhelming that I screamed into her ass, balling my fists tightly as I squirmed hard. Kalani ignored my resolute hatred & fear of her bowels, and only played on her phone until I ended up sobbing into her thong.
She taunted me with another hip-shake before reaching back and grabbing my hair, squeezing tightly & making me whimper.

“I have a bigger one.~” Kalani eagerly remarked, then tightened her grip. “Sniff!”


ssnnff-

My stomach began turning again. It was like a cloud had stayed locked in the space between my nose & her butthole, and I just whiffed it entirely without a second thought.

I retched after inhaling the death-cloud, but it was muffled by her ass. Sadistically, she tightened her grip on my hair even more, making me scream in agony.
“Whiff my asshole like the beautiful little rosebud it is.”


Ssnfffff- BbbwwoooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRPPHHhhppp…


Kalani nailed my oblivious nose with the mother of all bombs. My nose stayed planted against her hole as she unleashed a putrid, goliath fart. It caught me mid-sniff, and even when I began gagging, it continued to shoot entirely up my nose.

It smelled like it had been brewing in her colon for weeks, and my lungs were quickly flooded with a rotten cloud that made my stomach turn aggressively.

My sister-in-law only laughed at my bad reaction, but her glee was shot down by the sound of me burping. I had nothing in my stomach, yet I still vomited from how bad it smelled.

“Uh-oh, did you just puke again?” She asked. I couldn’t even open my mouth, but I could feel a new sensation in my mouth that made the answer to her question clear; yes and my whimpering only confirmed it.
“Ewww… Guess my butt’s just that bad, huh perv? You still love it, though.~”

“Mmph- Mhmph…” I tiredly whined in agreement to play along with her cruel roleplay. I couldn’t even be bothered to rebel at this point.
Kalani tutted as she shook my head with her hips again.


Pfffffrrppfffffffrrrpttt…


Cruelly, Kalani ripped another nauseating fart in my face. The length & heat both shooting up my nose & into my mouth made it so much more grueling.

The contents of my mouth were genuinely harmful. I wailed loudly into her ass, once again fruitlessly shaking my head to try & escape. But it was no use.


Bbbrraaaat!


She blasted my nose with another bassy fart. It smelled as beany & spicy as the bomb from earlier.

Kalani looked back at me as I tried to bear her torture, watching me dry-heave after inhaling her most recent emission.

“II might HAVE to do this when we get home.~” She purred, patting my head before turning back around.


“Nnmh…” I groaned disapprovingly. My squirms returned to shuddering as my destroyed face stayed firmly trapped in Kalani’s ass. Even with all my struggling, my nose was still pressed against the exact same spot on her thong.

Nothing I did could overpower her; all she allowed me to do was suffer.


…

…

An hour had passed, and every second of Kalani’s torture stuck in my mind. I was sapped of energy from sniffing her toxic gas for so long, while she comfortably played on her phone & ate.
The snacks were long gone, and her gas never petered. Every fart got a reaction out of me.


Bbrrrsst…


I shuddered. When would she run out?!

Eventually though, Kalani’s phone rang. It rattled me in my fatigued state. I was depleted of energy, and even after hearing her say my name, I couldn’t react.
However, I heard words that were only pairable with an angelic choir; “The Altar got fixed.”

The pressure on my back was lifted as Kalani slid her leg off of me. She looked back at me with a grin before shaking her hips.

“Funtime is over.~” She teased, prompting me to lift myself after an eternity of Hell. My entire body felt asleep as I stood up, forcing me to prop myself up on the table. I felt myself shudder as I looked down at the futon again, seeing the blotches of sweat from her gigantic legs.

Kalani stood up and stretched her back while I knelt on the table. Her dress dropped back down past her knees & Kalani patted the wrinkles out, making it look as seamless as it was when she first put it on.

“Hey, would you mind rubbing hand soap on your face or something? You reek like shit, and I kinda don’t wanna smell it while you walk me up to your sister. Thanks.~” Kalani popped her small bottle of mouthwash & sloshed it around for a bit while I tiredly trudged to the bathroom.

I felt like a zombie as I closed the door behind me, and got to witness my own face after an hour in Kalani’s ass. I looked like a fucking disaster. My hair was in shambles & drenched in sweat, I had sweat on my face, and something told me I would have pinkeye for the rest of my life.

I shivered as I wondered how I let this happen. This was truly a traumatizing moment in my life, and all I had at my disposal to fix myself up before my sister got married was a bottle of lavender scented hand-soap on the sink. A bottle of soap was my only friend today.




Me & Kalani walked down the hallway. She towered over me like usual, and looked peachy doing so. My energy slowly returned as I walked with her, and thankfully I appeared a little better than before. After nearly 2 hours of torture from her, it shocked me that this walk was the only pleasant memory I’ve shared with her.

The silence between us was numbing.

Before I knew it, we walked into the now-empty lobby. Two women popped up out of nowhere, both friends of Laila. One of them, who was supposed to be Kalani’s bridesmaid, gasped at the sight of her.

She led Kalani to her & she gave my sister-in-law a pep talk while I awkwardly stood. As they talked, the other girl got my attention. She nodded toward the front door and ushered me to come.

I felt relieved as I walked with this random mutual friend. She looked back at me with an arched eyebrow, as if saying ‘what happened to you?’
Surely enough, she mentioned it as we walked outside.

“What happened to you?” Her words put me on the spot.

“I ugh… I’ve been feeling sick today.”

“Aww, you’re excited for Laila, aren’t you? You’re so sweet.~”
I nodded quickly to avoid talking; I still felt dizzy.
“Hmm, well do you want some cologne? My ex-boyfriend left some in the car and… did you use febreeze to wash yourself or something?”

“I was in a rush this morning, so…” She laughed as we walked to her car. While it wasn’t much, it made me feel a lot better after everything I’d been through today. The cologne reeked of locker-room, but it was still much appreciated.


We walked to the ceremony spot & I was directed to my seat; right in the front row. As honorable as this was, I was put on the spot for having bum-like hair. Not vocally at least, but the few looks I got, especially from Laila already at the altar, was disheartening.

Eventually, the music began playing. Kalani was led up to the altar by the girl from earlier. I turned to look, only to see her smiling at me. I only smiled back before turning back to the front.

I couldn’t even enjoy my own sister’s wedding. My mind felt fuzzy as Laila & Kalani exchanged their vows.

All I could do was smile as the one person I’ve ever cared about exchanged a passionate kiss with someone I hated & feared.




It has been a week since Laila’s wedding, and things at the house have been more tense than usual. Considering I was still sharing a roof with Kalani, the only thing that really changed was knowing I slept in the same house with a woman who tortured me for hours.

Speaking of which; Kalani relished every moment we had. Every time I turned to her, she was smirking at me. And my sister only viewed it as her new wife appreciating me as a person.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to get out of the house. And so, I did.

With a day off tomorrow and my work-day finished, I was eager to get out and enjoy the presence of other people for the first time. I put on casual attire & spritzed some cologne on before leaving my bedroom.

Laila & Kalani were cuddling on the couch while watching a movie, and I walked between them and the screen.

As I reached for the door-knob, I was interrupted by my sister.

“Hey..” She hummed, making me look over my shoulder. “Where are you going?”

“Town.” I duly answered. “Hanging out with friends.”

“Oh..” Laila sounded a bit down. “Well… can we hang out when you get back? We haven’t even talked since the wedding, and I have to leave for a work-trip tomorrow morning. I won’t be back until next week..”

“... Sure..” I hummed, reaching for the doorknob again.

“You will.” Kalani then butted in. Hearing her voice in my direction made me shudder.

“Babe..~” Laila slapped her arm. “Nevermind her. She’s just crabby since you haven’t been hanging out with her.”

“Right..” I opened the door & walked outside, shutting it behind me.

Admittedly, that interaction could’ve gone smoother. I didn’t mean to be so dismissive of my sister, but seeing her being so close with Kalani just burned me up inside. I wish Laila could know about what her wife did to me.


…


What a night.

I went to the club and, despite not knowing anyone there, had a blast. I had good interactions, drank, played mini-golf, then drove home at around midnight. Home was never a thought to me at any point.

I woke up in my car the following morning; it was hot outside & the sun was shining through my window, adding to the sweltering heat inside. I groaned before opening my door, which let a typhoon’s worth of breeze hit my sweaty body. I shivered as I stepped out.

At the same time, the front door opened. I turned to see Kalani, wearing a pair of tightly-fitted jogging shorts & a somehow-loose black T-shirt. Her brown hair was put up in a messy bun. She must’ve just woken up.

“Hey.” She then sternly huffed, walking toward my car. Seeing that made me wake up a bit faster.
“Laila’s gone, and she was sad that you didn’t come back last night.”

Oh shit.

Kalani stormed toward me, and as I attempted to back away, I tripped over myself & fell on my back. She walked toward me & grabbed me by my shirt collar before picking me up off the ground. I clumsily let her manhandle me.

“You’re fucked. Y’know that?” She snarled, her breath smelled like whatever she had eaten last night.
“I have the entire day with you, and we’re going to do that thing you hate. Face-farting, ass worship, and if you dare get sick again, my pants are coming off. Got it?”

“K-Kalani, please don’t!” I pleaded as she pulled me by my shirt collar, but she didn’t cease. I whined as she dragged me toward the front door; the vision of what she had in store for me permeated my mind.

Kalani then threw me toward the couch, and I landed on my back hard enough to make the furniture rattle. She slammed the door behind her as she walked toward me. I was too dizzy to realize that she stood before me, and I only processed it when she turned around and sat on my stomach. Her weight sunk into my torso, and my arms were pinned under her weight. I couldn’t move.

“I-I’m sorry, I just wanted to leave!” I pleaded again.

“I don’t give a shit if you want to leave.” She then huffed. “If Laila wants you here, you’re staying! Unless you want me to expose your perverted little secret to her. She’ll still fucking believe me.”

I couldn’t deny that she was probably correct. Laila was totally infatuated with her wife, and not even I could probably convince her.

“Oooh… My stomach..” Kalani then cruelly whined, rubbing her belly. “I ate so much hummus last night, and that pizza didn’t help.. Thankfully, I have your sorry ass to sniff my farts for me.”

Kalani then slid to the side, toward my head. I shook my head in denial, but that didn’t stop the unstoppable force from creeping its way onto my face. Even with my hands being freed from her weight, her sitting on my head was unmitigable. The fabric of her jogging shorts consumed my nose; it was once again in her most dangerous spot.


BrrrRRRRRRRRMPT!


“Mmh~” Kalani moaned above after pushing a heavily-digested fart out. It practically seeped into my nose, and I coughed before trying to push her off. But again, I was utterly fruitless. Kalani is 334 lbs. I most certainly am not.


Pffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff…


Just when I thought it couldn’t get worse, a long SBD followed. It reeked of digested spices & meat, and I gagged as I was forced to take the entire thing.

“I love having an unwilling little fart slave.~” Kalani shook her hips; despite sitting on my head sideways, my head followed her asscrack.
“I forgot how fun this was. I was right; I think we’re totally going to do this more often.”

“Nmph..” I tried to shake my head, but it was hopeless. All Kalani had to do was sit down to utterly dominate me.


Prrt… Brrrrrrrprrrrrprrrrrrrrrbrrrrprrrrrt


“Ooh~” Kalani moaned after every fart. She was getting a real kick out of this, and I had no choice but to take everything she dished out. Her latest fart lasted for so long that it practically filled my lungs, and I was forced to cough on it.

To my shock, Kalani then stood up. I gasped for air after having my lungs inflated with her toxic gas for nearly 5 minutes.


PFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMPT!


As I tried to refresh my lungs, Kalani pushed out a long, dense fart that surely would’ve killed me if she were still sitting on my face. But it was still awful, even from the short distance between us; it completely replaced all the air in my headspace, and my next deep breath mostly consisted of it.

“HAH-” Kalani laughed as she watched me retch on her fart. I covered my nose before shaking my head; her gas could violate the Geneva Convention.

My sister in law then laid down on the couch, occupying the entire thing with ease. I sat between her legs; the sight of her looking over her shoulder made the horrible memory of us at the church form.

“I wanna try something.” She then said, reaching back before grabbing the waistband to her shorts. She tugged them up, making them wedge even further up her ass. As if seeing her bare cheeks poke out from her leg-holes wasn’t bad enough, watching the crack between her cheeks grow even longer made me want to run.
“Spread my cheeks & lick my ass through my shorts.”

“W-Why are you doing this to me?” I then asked out of desperation. Her form of torture was waning on my will to even keep this secret between us.

“Oh my god- are you actually stupid?” She then asked. “Because you didn’t come home last night. Laila wanted us to watch a movie together, and you lied to her fucking face. That’s why you have to lick my gassy ass. Idiot.”

“T-This isn’t fair..” I whined, making her laugh above.

“I don’t give a fuck if it isn’t fair!” She retorted. “You’re doing it! Either that, or I drag you into our bathroom and make you eat my fucking shit.”

I obviously didn’t want that. I looked down at her ass again, and sulked before leaning in. Watching my own hands sink into her fleshy backside killed me; I was living the dream of at least half the dudes that attended her wedding, but this was absolutely hellish for me.

I spread her cheeks apart, revealing the rest of her shorts between her cheeks. I then leaned down with my tongue stuck out, and began licking the fabric. It tasted like the farts she had let out earlier, and I gagged from the fabric drying out my tongue.


Bwooooorpt


As if that wasn’t bad enough, Kalani casually ripped another fart. It practically filled my mouth, making me pull back & cover my lips. I was going to vomit, and I absolutely could not do that.

“Don’t even think about it.” Kalani reminded me over her shoulder. “I can & will pull these shorts down, if you feel like cleaning my butthole.”

Her cruelty met no bounds. She knew I hated every corner of her, and she was using the worst corner of her entire body to make my life a living Hell.

I swallowed my thinning saliva before leaning in again, and I continued licking her shorts.


Pfffffrrmpt…


Another fart filled my mouth. My eyes clenched shut as the taste of indigestion coated my tongue. I wanted to run, badly.


Fwrrrrrpt… Swrrrpt


Her latest fart sounded awful, and I once again fought the urge to vomit. But I genuinely couldn’t handle it anymore; I covered my face and burped, and a wave of vomit rushed into my mouth.

“For fuck sake..” Kalani moved her leg to the side, allowing me to slide off the couch & run to the garbage can in the kitchen. I dunked my head over it before letting my mouthful hit the bottom of the can, as well as another wave of vomit that needed out. I puked a lot, just from those few farts alone.
“Bring the garbage can back with you. You’ll need it.”

I was terrified at the sound of that. I looked back in the living room to see her pulling her shorts down. There were no panties underneath, and I looked at her bare ass for the first time. She looked back up at me with a cruel, shit-eating grin.
“C’mon.~”

“I-I can’t do it..” I begged for an out, but Kalani only shook her hips before pulling her phone out.

“C’mon.” She repeated, pulling up Laila’s number. “I don’t need to tell her about how you just grabbed my ass, do I?”

She was evil. I winced before grabbing the garbage can, and brought it with me back into the living room. After sitting it beside the couch, she moved her leg again, offering me my place back.

I felt like vomiting again just from seeing her titanic, bare ass. The thought of spreading that & seeing her naked hole bothered me for obvious reasons.

Regardless, I sat in my spot again & leaned in. Her bare skin on my hands made my skin crawl, and my already-teary eyes welled up even more as I spread her cheeks again.

There it was. Kalani’s butthole. A brown, winking hole with little hairs around it. That thong she wore on her wedding day hid a lot of little hairs riding up her crack. My eyes widened as I looked into it; my tongue didn’t want any part of it.

“Chop chop. I have to fart.” She inhumanly hummed, shaking her hips. Her skin jiggled from the motion.

I swallowed yet another lump that formed in my throat as I leaned in. I stuck my tongue out again, and started just below her hole. Feeling those little hairs touch the tip of my tongue made a vicious shiver bolt through my entire body.


Sssssssss…


A silent fart hissed up my nose, making me shudder. The smell was so much stronger from the lack of barriers blocking its path. I pulled away and dry-heaved loudly, covering my mouth as I tried not to get sick again.

Kalani only laughed at my evident fear of her butt, but she snapped her fingers soon after. “Get back in there!” She said between laughter.

I was still shuddering as I spread her cheeks again, then leaned back in. Her anus winked at me, beckoning me to come in and lick it.

My tears dropped & hit her cheeks as I got closer; my tongue touched her asscrack again, and I slowly moved up toward her hole. I feared a fart with every ounce of my being.


Ppppprrt!


A bubbly emission then hit me in the face. It partially jetted up my nose, but not to an overbearing degree. I still cringed as my tongue travelled upward.

I then felt a different sensation on my tongue; a wrinkly, hairier, HORRIFIC tasting butthole touched my tongue. Kalani moaned slightly above before she looked over her shoulder.

“Good..~” She hummed to humiliate me further, moaning as my tongue pressed against her anus. I cried more, knowing she was deriving pleasure from me giving her analingus.
“God- if Laila won’t do it, you will from now on..~”

That burned me up inside. I understood why Laila didn’t want to do this; Kalani is a slob that lazes on her ass all day, no wonder it tastes like shit. The thought of her even getting mad at my sister over not eating her ass pissed me off.


Proooooorpt


Another airy fart flooded my mouth, making my cheeks puff out. I gagged hard before pulling away again; this time, I dunked my head over the garbage can again before retching hard. A massive wave of vomit rushed out.

“Ugh- nooo.. Get the fuck back in there!” Kalani whined, reaching back & spreading her cheeks herself. I was still too busy retching to oblige her demand.

“This- *hrrk*... T-This is going too far-” I responded, gagging again from the memory alone.

Suddenly, Kalani reached back & grabbed the back of my head by its hair, then tugged me so hard that I face-planted in her ass. Her legs then creeped around my back before they crossed; she trapped me.

“W-What if I puke again?!” I yelled in denial.

“Then you’ll lick it off.” Kalani huffed back, grabbing my hair so tight that I screamed. But her ass muffled my defiant yelps.
“Shut the fuck up & keep licking.”

I cried as my nose pressed tightly against her ass-crack. She got the trajectory perfect; my lips pressed against her asshole, and I shivered as I stuck my tongue out. The pressure was so great that I needed to force it out of my mouth. Kalani moaned above.

“Oooho- fuck..~” She pleased herself using my tongue, squeezing her handful of my hair tighter if I didn’t do a better job. With no other choice, I practically stuck my tongue into her hole.


Prrprt- brbrrpt- prffffffrrpt


“Mmh~ ooh~” Kalani breathed heavily above me; she was enjoying this far more than I expected, considering it involved me.
“Mmh~ fuck~ ohhh fuck~”


PrrRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORPT!!!


A louder fart inflated my cheeks again as I licked her ass. The taste was unholy, but I had no way out. I gagged hard, but me emptying my stomach earlier meant nothing came out. I couldn’t even gross Kalani out to escape.

“L-Lick my fucking ass-~” Kalani moaned, squeezing my hair even tighter. I yelped into her ass as I continued licking.

Eventually, she stopped moaning, and her breathing slowed down.

“Mmh… O-Oh fuuuck..~” She huffed, then finally let go of my hair. I pulled away and covered my mouth again, but not out of pure disgust. I looked down to see the blanket under both of us become discolored; Kalani just discharged all over the couch. She continued huffing with pleasure.

I stared at the puddle as it soaked into the blanket under her hips. It was a lot. I was entirely surprised by the sight, so much so that I couldn’t even comprehend what she had done straight away.

“Hmmph~ t-that was… I loved it..~” Kalani then picked her phone back up before showing me the screen. An icon that made my heart drop was present; recording. She ended it before looking over her shoulder.
“W-We wouldn’t want Laila to see that.”

“K-Kalani, what the fuck!” The gravity of the situation set in. She just molested me & caught it on camera, and it didn’t even look like I hated it. I couldn’t believe just how merciless Kalani was being toward me.
“Y-You have to delete that!”

“No I don’t..” Kalani said with a smile. “I can make you do anything now.”

She then sat up, standing next to the couch to admire her work. Her discharge puddle was so much bigger now that she was on her feet.

Kalani then grabbed the back of my head again, squeezing my hair so tight that I screamed.

“A-AHHH- FUCK!” I yelped as she pulled my hair. She smiled before pushing my head down toward the couch.
“N-NO- KALANI!”

“Stick your tongue out.~” She hummed, squeezing tighter. I tried to shake my head, but her grip prevented me. She pushed me down closer to her stain until my face was right in front of it.
“I said stick your fucking tongue out.”

I cried as I fought her, but she was too strong. My face eventually collided with the puddle; the warm, wet sensation on my face made me scream into the cushion.

“We’re not done until you lick.” She commanded, squeezing even tighter. I breathed heavily; the smell was so rich that I gagged. I wanted out of this, so I stuck my tongue out. The flavor was salty & weirdly metallic, but generally so overbearingly disgusting that I dry-heaved into the cushion as she forced my face into it.

Kalani finally let go of me, but not before shoving me onto my stomach. She then grabbed my arm, pulling hard enough to make me flip onto my back. I felt exhausted as I looked up at her; the discharge puddle soaked into the back of my pants, making me cringe.

Kalani then did something that made my fears well up again; she turned around, then jumped backward. Watching her ass drop onto my face was a thing of nightmares. Worse yet, she landed perfectly; my nose slid between her cheeks far, and the familiar wrinkly butthole I grew to loathe connected with my nose.

“Oooooh- bullseye!” She chirped, shaking her hips. My face was engulfed by her ass. “Sucks to be you, by the way. I’m still super gassy. Like always.~”

“MMMMMPH!” I screeched in another painstaking attempt at freedom, but it was obviously futile. Kalani settled in above me, and she even unfolded a comforter next to her before throwing it over both of us.

“This blanket is so cozy.” Was the only reason I knew she did it. If it weren’t for the fact that she was sitting a few inches taller than usual, nobody could tell that I was under her.

My arms were under my back, so I couldn’t even use them to fruitlessly slap her legs. I was absolutely at her mercy, and this was Kalani we were talking about.


Prrrrrrrrrrrrmmmmpt…


My nose plugged her asshole, but that didn’t stop her farts from filling my nasal passage. I squirmed after feeling my nose vibrate from the positively awful sensation.


Bwrrrrrrrrrrrrrmmmpt…


Pffffmmmmmmpt…


Gwrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrmpt…



Bwoorrrrrmmmpt



Sssrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrmpt




Pffff… ssss… sssrrrpt…





Bwooooooooooorrrmpt…





Brrbrrbrrrbrrbrbrbrrrbrbrbrbrbrrrrmpt…






Frrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrmmmpt…






…


…



The torture continued for hours, and I mean HOURS. I was eventually too numb to fight my sister in law, and could only let her fill my nose & lungs with her cataclysmically nasty farts.


The sound of the door opening eventually got my attention.

“Hey baby!” Laila’s voice woke me up more. I was finally saved.

“Hiii.~” Kalani responded. “How was work?”

“You weren’t there, so it suuucked.” Laila responded, making Kalani giggle.

“Awww, babyyy? C’mere.~”

After hearing that, I was shocked to feel something between my legs, followed by Kalani’s already tremendous weight becoming even greater. Laila was on top of her, oblivious that I was still under her wife.

“I missed you.~” Kalani hummed, before the sound of kissing began. Laila & Kalani made out, using me as a cushion.


Brbrrbrrbrrmpt


Kalani farted again as the two made out. My nose provided an excellent muffler for her gas, so Laila had no idea about the Hell underneath.


PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMPT!


That was until Kalani suddenly had a massive fart come out. It was loud enough to make Laila perk up, evident to me by the lack of kissing noises.

“Yuck.” She hummed. “What did you eat?”

“Nothing, actually.” Kalani responded. “That brand of hummus always gives me bad gas.”

“You haven’t eaten today? Oh babyyy..” Laila then slid off of us before walking into the kitchen. Kalani didn’t even say anything as my sister got her something to eat.


Brrprprprprrprprmpt


She only farted again. Somehow, I just remembered that Kalani knew I was under her. At some point, I had convinced myself that she forgot. I could feel her laughing after I gagged into her ass.


After a couple minutes, the sound of footsteps filled the living room. Kalani cheered above me.

“Bean dip? Ohmygooood!~” Kalani excitedly reached out & took them from Laila before digging in with a chip on the plate. I then felt the weight return, as Laila sat on Kalani’s lap.

“Can I feed you?” Laila asked, snuggling with her wife. Kalani must’ve obliged, as the sound of chomping chips slowed down.


Bwrrmpt


Poooorpt


Pffff… prrnt


Kalani snacked on the chip & dip combo as she cuddled with Laila. The entire time, I just wanted to leave. And I do mean leave. I don’t want to live here anymore, and as soon as my torture was over, I planned on leaving.

Speaking of which:

“Hey, what time did they get home?” Laila asked, referencing me.

“Uhm… I don’t know.” Kalani answered. “I saw their car in the driveway this morning.”

“Did you talk to them?” Laila asked. “I know you were mad last night that they didn’t come home.”

“Weren’t you?” Kalani asked.

“Well… Yeah, I guess..” Laila answered. “... Do you think they want to leave?”

“Like- move out?” Kalani asked. “Just when we start getting along?”

“I really hope they don’t..” Laila’s words made my heart sink. As much as I loathed Kalani, hearing my sister say she wants me to stay was enough to make me reconsider. … Not totally though.



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…


After nearly an hour, Laila slid off of Kalani’s lap.

“I’m going to change clothes.” She hummed before footsteps echoed down the hall.

After literal hours of torture, Kalani stood up again. I took a shaky, scared breath of cool, fresh air for the first time since that morning. It was now dark outside.

“Go.” Kalani snapped her fingers toward my bedroom. I scuttled to my feet and began walking down the hall.

Just then though, the door to her bedroom opened. Laila appeared, wearing a pair of leggings & a loose Black T-shirt.

“Oh my god- hi! Are you okay?” She saw how disheveled I was. “What happened?”

“I-I don’t wanna talk about it.” I answered before walking down the hall.

“W-Wait..” Laila grabbed my arm. “What’s your deal lately? Can you please just hang out with us?”

I looked down the hallway and into the living room. Kalani looked back at me, and nodded.

“... C-Can I have a shower first?” I asked.

“Yeah, of course..” Laila smiled. “You can pick out the movie too. Thank you..~”

As she walked down the hallway, I walked to my room with a strong scowl. Kalani was ruling over my life, and I was getting sick of it.



It was nearly midnight, and I was still sitting on the couch next to the girls. Laila didn’t cuddle with Kalani as much, probably to avoid making it awkward for me.

But it was already too late for me to find any joy tonight. Being tortured by her wife for the entire day obviously stuck with me; picking one of the movies we watched didn’t help.

I wish I could leave. No matter how badly my sister wanted me to live here with her & Kalani, I couldn’t bring myself to share a house with her nymphomaniacal amazon of a lover.

“... Hey Laila..” I then hummed, as something occurred to me.

‘What’s up?”

“I thought you said you had a work-trip yesterday.”

“Oh..” She paused for a moment. “... I… lied about that. I wanted you to stay. I’m sorry..”

“It’s fine…” I tried to laugh it off. It didn’t bother me compared to some other things, but it filled me with a sense of disrespect that I couldn’t just ignore.

I was leaving. Tomorrow morning, I was packing some bags and, even if it meant sleeping in my work parking lot, I was eager to go. As badly as I wanted to try exposing Kalani for her deeds, me vacating the house would work just as well. I couldn’t take it anymore.


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…


I apparently dozed off at some point during the movie marathon. I woke up on the couch; my eyes were unfocused, and whatever I was laying on was warm.

That concerned me, and my eyes shot open. As the burst of energy hit me, I quickly realized something dire; I was cuddled up with Kalani on the couch. Laila was thankfully nowhere in sight, but I was still leaning on her wife. And worse yet, she was hugging me.

I looked up at her face. She was drooling, and it was trailing down toward me. It seems it already touched me though, as I felt something wet on my forehead. I shuddered from disgust as I pulled away.

But Kalani pulled me back.

“Don’t even think about it..~” She purred, then opened her eyes. She smiled down at me. “You’re comfy. Lay down.”

“W-Where’s Laila?” I asked.

“She went to work already.” Kalani answered. At the same time, she shifted her body to face mine. I fell down; my face quickly diving into her breasts. She was wearing a large bra and a pair of spandex shorts, and she had a ton of skin revealed.
“What do you wanna do today?~”

“I-I wanna leave.” I answered honestly. “K-Kalani, I… I seriously can’t do this anymore. I-I hate you, and I just want to leave. Tell Laila whatever you want, but-”

Kalani then grabbed my throat. Hard.

Before I could scream or do anything, she jerked me to the side and stood up before slamming me back-first into the couch. She let go, but I couldn’t even sit up before she slid on top of me, straddling me. She then laid down again, smothering me with her breasts with ease.

No matter how much I fought, I couldn’t get her giant body off of me.

“You better slow your roll.” She then hummed as she laid on top of me. I screamed into her chest, but only managed to humor her.
“You aren’t going anywhere. Your sister wants you to stay. She loves you. And honestly, I bet I could tie you up, and she wouldn’t mind.”

I shuddered as she cut off my air-ways with minimal effort. She finally lifted off of me, letting me gasp for air. At the same time though, she put her hand on the side of my face.

“I don’t want you to go either. You’re the only reason I’ve felt pleasure in the last week. Laila sure isn’t the reason.”

“G-Get off-” I was cut off by her laying down again. I whimpered as my face was once again drowned in flesh and boob-sweat.

“Here’s what we’re going to do today.” Kalani began, then grabbed my hand. Her fingers interlocked with my own.
“I’m going to get up and get a meal. I’m going to eat something that gives me killer gas. When I’m done, I’m taking these shorts off and making you lick my asshole again. You’re going to eat my fucking farts, and I’m not getting off until I cum again. And even after I cum, I’m not getting off.”

At the same time, she did lift off of me again. She looked into my teary eyes after threatening me with another day of Hell.

“I love what you do for me. Maybe I love you. So what the fuck makes you think I’m going to let you leave?”

“... Y-You love my sister… r-right?” I then asked. Kalani only looked down at me with a raised eyebrow.

“Well… Sure, I guess.” She then answered. Despite the power Kalani had on me, hearing that made my blood boil.
“She doesn’t please me though. Not like you-”

I punched her in the face as hard as I could. The popping noise that came with my knuckles colliding with her jaw echoed in the living room.

Yet despite that, she only glared down at me before grabbing my neck again. She held me down with ease and strangled me with one hand, then she leaned down toward my face.

“That isn’t going to stop me.”

She didn’t let go, but stood up from the couch. I grabbed her arm with my now-free hand, but her single arm was enough to keep me anchored to the couch. With her free hand, she pulled her shorts & panties down.

“Let’s skip the meal. Lucky for you, I have to fart.” She then stated. I tried to scream, but the pressure on my neck made it come out as a weak, gurgly moan.

Kalani then turned around. Her bare ass hung over my torso, and she dropped herself onto my stomach hard. At the same time, she let go of my throat. Her backside squashed my chest so efficiently that I felt the air shoot out of my lungs. I wheezed hard as she sat on my stomach, bouncing up and down to get ALL the air out of my lungs.

I was immediately thrusted into exhaustion. Kalani then stood up before stepping to the side; her ass loomed over my head, and she dropped once more. I couldn’t try to scream again before her bare ass engulfed my face.

The smell returned. The smell I grew to detest more than anything once again grew acquainted with my nasal passage. Her bare butthole pressed against my nostrils, and my nose poked her rectum.


Pfbroorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrppt…


A bassy fart vibrated against my nose. It smelled leagues worse than it did last night; her gas had fermented in her colon.

“Smell my fucking fart, bitch.” She grinded her hips on my face, then turned herself until she was sitting entirely on the couch. She laid her legs on my body, and my face sank deeper between her cheeks.
“SMELL MY BARE FUCKING ASSHOLE YOU WORTHLESS LITTLE CUNT.”

“MMPPH!” I tried to scream again, but her taint blocked my mouth. She only laughed at my attempt at defiance, and continued grinding. I felt her pussy on my chin; it was wet.


Phhhhhhhhhhhhrrrmp…


An airy fart puffed up my nose, smelling like the most revolting shit that any creature could crank out. Kalani leaned back as she smothered me with her ass. At the same time, she raised her leg up in the air before dropping her heel into my stomach hard. I screamed into her ass; it hurt so bad that I was going to puke.

“SMELL MY FUCKING ASSHOLE!” She then shrieked like a banshee. I cried as she assaulted me; all I wanted to do was leave. Me being homeless wasn’t even good enough for her; she just wanted to hurt me.


Pwrrrrpppt…


I then felt a wet fart soak my nose. It smelled unholy, and I knew I was going to throw up with everything she was throwing at me.


Pppt… Ppppbppt…


But it continued, and the smell grew even worse. In fact, it grew concerningly bad, like she was actually just letting go.

She sat up, and I took a deep breath. Surely enough, my nose was soaking wet, and every breath I took smelled like shit. Kalani reached down and grabbed my jaw so tight that my lips were pried open, and she sat down again. The taste was as awful as her asshole was wet. She just sharted, and it wasn’t even over.


Prprprprprpbpprpbrprpbprbpt…


A gurgly, bubbly fart from Hell burst into my mouth, and I felt something solid and wet hit my tongue. I gagged on the revolting taste and shuddered, unable to stomach her onslaught. I vomited profusely as she shit in my mouth, but she obviously didn’t get off.

I felt an odd motion just above my neck; Kalani was rubbing her pussy vigorously.


Phhrhhrrrrrhhhhhhhfff…


An airy fart followed, drying out my tongue with a wind so foul that I threw up again. Her attack on me was a violation to the very soul.



To my surprise though, a noise from the outside world echoed in the living room.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” I heard a feminine voice scream. To my shock and pure relief, I heard my sister’s screaming boom throughout the living room.

“B-Babe?!”

“GET OFF OF THEM!” Laila screamed. I then heard glass crashing, followed by Kalani rushing off of me. I gagged as I took a breath, and looked to see the remnants of a ceramic lamp covering the couch & my body. I turned to see my sister standing in the open doorway of our house. She looked revolted, furious, and terrified all at once.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

“B-Babe, just listen for a second!” Kalani began, pulling her shorts up as she backed away from my comparatively smaller sister.
“I-I was punishing them! O-On our wedding day, they came in while I was asleep a-and they sniffed my ass! I’m just-...”

“Bullshit!” Laila stormed toward her. “I KNOW my family! They would never do that, and you fucking know it!”

Kalani was taken aback. Surely, she didn’t expect Laila to not side with her.

“You nasty, DEGENERATE sicko! I-I can’t believe you would do something like this!” Laila then turned to me. She approached me and crawled onto the couch, pulling me into a hug immediately.
“You poor baby- oh my god! I’ll never let anyone hurt you, I-I promise-”

It was a relief that she took my side, but feeling my sister’s breasts on my face as she hugged me was off-putting. But I couldn’t even focus on that; Kalani was getting her comeuppance, so all I could do was hug Laila back.

Kalani watched us in shame. After a bit, Laila turned back to her with a soul-piercing glare.

“Get the fuck out of my house, or I swear to GOD, I will fucking kill you.”

Even I was put off by my sister’s threat. I looked up at her with wide eyes, and watched Kalani’s eyes well up with tears before she walked toward the door.

As Kalani left, Laila turned back to me and hugged me again. As calming as it was before, she practically pulled my face into her bosom and squeezed so tight that I couldn’t breathe. I tapped her arm and tried to pull away, but she wouldn’t even let me.

“N-No, please- just let me hug you..” She requested with tears in her eyes. “I-Is this why you’ve been so distant? I promise, I’m never letting you leave this house. Y-You can’t go, I won’t let you. I-It’s too dangerous with people like her in the world..”

“Mph- Lmlh-” I tried to call her off, but she squeezed tighter.

“No- stop! Just let me-” She refused to let go for a bit longer, and only alleviated some pressure once I stopped trying to push her off. Honestly though, it was better than what I was doing moments prior.
“I-I can’t believe I ever saw anything in here. I should’ve known she was a psycho the way she talked about you. A-And all she ever wanted was sex, and to be on top. Ugh- what was I thinking..”

I put my hand on her arm, leading her to squeeze again. But when she noticed I wasn’t trying to push her off, she slowed down and pulled away. I took a breath as I was finally granted some air.

“L-Laila- I-I’m okay-” I managed to choke out. My sister pulled away some more and gave me some breathing room, where she noticed my face.

“I-Is that… on your face..” She looked sick as she noticed the stains on my nose and lips.
“That nasty bitch… Honey, go take a bath. C’mon, I’ll run one for you.”

She then got off before walking down the hall. She stopped at the bathroom door, where she turned to see me on the couch still.
“C’mon! Let’s go, you need to wash yourself.”

I felt odd as my sister babied me, but I followed her down the hall. She walked into the bathroom and turned on the faucet.


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…


Kalani had enough pocket-change for a motel. As she laid on her bed for the night, she dwelled on what had happened. Her in-law being hugged by Laila stuck to her brain like glue.

As she scrolled through her dying phone, she remembered that video she had recorded from yesterday. She opened it and rewatched herself, smothering her in-law with her ass. It pleased her greatly; that was the most she had ever ejaculated, and she wished she could relive that. She would give anything to.

But at the same time, she was furious that she couldn’t use that scrawny little shit to fulfil her desires anymore.

With that though, she concocted a plan; she needed money, and after a bit of scrolling, she found a website that promoted exactly what was in that video; femdom, farting, and dubious consent. Realistically, her in-law was NOT consenting. But by the time it would become her problem, she would’ve made more than enough money from that video.

She made an account and posted the video, set it for a decent price, and went to bed.




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…



Relief was in my headspace as I sat on my bed. Laila gave me some breathing room for a bit, but that ended after about 5 minutes.

*Knock knock*

She knocked on my door and didn’t even let me answer before coming in.

“H-Hey, Laila..” I felt bad for her. She was riled up after what she’d seen, and I didn’t know how to calm her down. She smiled at me as she approached, then knelt on the bed.

“Can I hug you again?” She then asked. “I-I’m sorry, but I really need to right now.. It would make me feel a lot better.”

“O-Okay..” I nodded.

Laila crawled over to me and hugged me again, where she practically leaned on me. Not being gifted with the strength to catch her, we both fell onto the bed. Even if she was laying on top of me, she still hugged me.

I began to realize how odd this was; my sister straddled me as she hugged me. But she was squeezing tightly; she was clearly comfortable when hugging me, and I knew I would feel guilty if I denied my own sister a hug.

“... Hey..” She then hummed, not lifting up.

“Y-Yeah?”

“... I’m sorry if I’m getting too cushy..” She apologized. I felt a knot form in my throat from that.

“I-It’s fine, Laila.” I replied. “... I love you..”

“Y-You do?” She asked, finally pulling away.

“Well… Y-Yeah, of course..” I responded, confused by her shock. Laila only stared at me for a bit, then turned away.

“... You’re the only person that’s been there for me..” She said with a smile. “Mom, dad, my own friends… my wife… they were there for me the way you are.”

Laila smiled at me. “I-I can’t lose you. Y’know that?”

“I… appreciate that, Laila..” I tried to sit up, but she continued to lay on me. She looked down at me, still smiling.
“...”

“... I love you too.~” She then broke the odd silence between us. Then, to my surprise, I felt her hand on my face. She caressed my jaw softly.
“I promise, I will never let anyone hurt you again. But you have to do a favor for me in return.”

“O-Okay..” I felt awkward as Laila leaned closer.

“... … You can’t leave me…”