Sleepless Night
by QicenoQ

SEGMENT ONE


I stared at the ceiling as I laid in my bed, reflecting on how rough my day had been. Every hour, it felt like I was either disrespected or forced to explain the most basic concepts to the customers.

I knew one mere hour into my shift that my bed would be at least 3x more comfortable tonight than it usually is.

And thankfully, it was. I instantly melted into my mattress, and I was eager to get the most rewarding sleep of my life.

*SLAM*

That went well enough for the first 30 minutes, but was thrown off by the sound of feminine laughter from the other room. My older sister, Hope, unfortunately brought her college friends home with her tonight.

Hope was normally fairly quiet when it was just us at home, but that changed when she was around Olyvia & Giselle. It astonished me just how much louder the girls were when they were together; especially Giselle, who is one of the quietest people I know.

My migraine from earlier returned as I slid out of bed, hoping to stop the girls before they could go into Hope’s room. Her door closing behind them was a harbinger for music that, despite rattling the posters on my walls, somehow never traveled outside of our apartment. I envied my neighbors for somehow never suffering with me.
As I opened my door, I was met by the sight of my sister & her friends.

Closest to me was Olyvia, whose smile died the moment she saw me. It’s not like we had a bad past or anything, but the tired expression on my face probably told her of my current desires; something her boastful, noisy self couldn’t bear.
She was wearing the same outfit from her soccer game that day; from the dirtied jogging shorts & tank-top, to her now-battered ponytail; a piece of grass still poking out of her blonde hair. How she didn’t feel the mess on her fit body was beyond me.

“Uh-oh Hope, I think we woke someone up.” Olyvia snickered, making my eyes twitch. It seems like all she knew about me was that I liked my sleep, which apparently bothered her.
As she walked past me, Giselle trudged behind her.

Giselle felt like the anti-Olyvia in any conceivable aspect; a non-athletic, ebony nerd who covered up more than her friend, and also didn’t dislike me irrationally. She was wearing a tight pair of jeggings that revealed just how bottom-heavy she was, as well her usual cargo-jacket, large beanie that hardly contained her dark, fluffy hair, & thick-rimmed glasses.
Despite grouped in with my own sister, she was definitely the most pleasant to be around.

Speaking of which; Hope. It made my eyes pop out of my head from the way she was dressed. Normally, she covered up to a modest extent. But tonight showed her with more skin than I had ever seen on her. A tiny pair of black jean-shorts & cut-off band shirt revealed more of her pert physique than I ever wanted to see. Thankfully, my eyes were dragged upward upon noticing her new hairstyle; now cut to chin-length & glowing a freshly-dyed pink, with her heavy-bangs barely connecting to her makeup-clad face.
She looked like a living Bratz doll, leaving me speechless as she grinned down at me. I knew from her expression that she wouldn’t be her usual understanding self; she would be problematic.

“Oh no, Olyvia. I think you’re right.” Hope replied to Olyvia’s statement from earlier, snapping me out of my parade-viewing down my hallway. With a groan, I spoke.

“Look, I don’t wanna be a dick & put an end to your fun, but I had a really bad day at work. Do you think you could just be quiet tonight? Please?” I asked as nicely as my stressed mind would allow me.
I immediately felt stupid upon doing so, because it was the same song & dance; I ask her to be quiet, she tells me that I can move back with mom, rinse & repeat.
Hope stared back at me with a slight smirk though. I turned to the other girls; unsurprisingly, Giselle appeared sympathetic to me. But Olyvia looked at my sister with an oddly eager grin, instead of her usual grimace towards me.
It grew awkward as I turned back to my sister, who was looking back at Olyvia. As she turned back to me however, she scoffed before shaking her head.

“Whatever. Just lemme know if it gets too loud, m’kay?” As disingenuous as her demeanor felt, I was too tired to press on. I nodded back, prompting her to continue down the hall with her friends.
“C’mon, let’s go listen to some quiet music.~”

The familiar sound of Olyvia snickering made me groan. All I could do was keep my ambitions up as I tried to get back to sleep.

…

…

… Which didn’t last for 10 minutes.

The sound of her speaker exclaiming its newfound bluetooth connection made my eyes rocket open. With my dresser against the same wall as her entertainment center, I could hear the old wood rattle as Hope & her friends prepared for another night of noise.
It didn’t take long before a familiar guitar riff started rattling my room, immediately making me grind my teeth as I was forced to accept my sister’s desire for hearing loss.

Despite Hope’s offer from earlier, my disbelief in her turning it down set in. I groaned as I grabbed my blanket & walked to our living room, but the sound echoing down the hallways somehow made it louder. How NOBODY outside could hear this was beyond me.
My last option without bothering the girls was to go to my car & sleep, but my apartment was too many floors up for me to bother trying. That, and my car seats were uncomfortable.

Annoyed, I dropped my blanket on the couch & walked down the hallway. My dark bedroom was so enticing tonight, yet I couldn’t even sleep in it.
As I approached my sister’s door, I clenched my fists before knocking.

*Knock knock*

The music stopped a couple seconds after, and was followed by a “Come in!” from Hope, along with another giggle from Olyvia.

“It’s only been like 5 minutes, Hope. Please, just for tonight..” I responded through the door, staying & waiting for an answer. I could feel the shit-eating grins through the door, made more plausible by Olyvia’s retort.

“She said ‘come in’. Say it to our faces.” I seethed as I reached for the doorknob & opened the door, my head pounding as I exposed myself to my sister’s room.
In an instant, the brightness of her pink LED lights lit up my face, along with a familiar stench that made my nose curl; nail polish. If the noise wasn’t bad enough, the stench of her nail polish made up for it. Olyvia had Giselle sitting across from her at my sister’s coffee-table, as she doll’d up her hands.
“Did we wake you up?” Olyvia asked.

“What do you think?” I snarled back, making Hope snicker from her bed. I knew they would be more difficult than ever from their collectively-careless demeanor. Even Giselle smirked at me; granted, with her usual awkward energy.

“Do you want me to turn it down?” Hope asked with a grin. “I totally will if you need the sleep.”

I grew more irritated as she looked up at me, as if she was eager to watch my face turn red. As much as I wanted to blow up at her, I knew from my current emotional state that I would just make it worse for myself in the end.
With a mild sigh, I spoke.

“I don’t know what it’ll take for you, but… I’ll do anything.” I began, making her eyebrows raise slightly.
“I-I’ll pay you, I’ll get you food, I’ll do fucking anything. Just please let me sleep peacefully, Hope. PLEASE.”

Hope smirked at me for a bit before turning back to Olyvia, who matched my sister’s expression. Meanwhile, Giselle looked more uncomfortable than she had ever been.
After a bit of tension, my sister looked back at me. I waited for a response, but was left confused by her next move.

Hope slid off her bed, after grabbing one of her pillows; a grey, cat-shaped plushie that adorned her mattress, gifted by our aunt last month for her birthday. I confusedly watched her move the beady-eyed cushion from the corner of her bed to the edge, laying it next to her thighs.
Uncomfortably, I then watched her turn her back to it before sitting down on it, squishing it under her denim-clad posterior.

My eyes widened with shock as I shifted my vision away. I turned to the other girls, whose expressions were vastly different; Giselle looked horrified, while Olyvia looked purely eager.

“Don't look away from me.” My sister commanded, redirecting my attention back to her. The smirk on her face made her current action cringeworthy to watch; her rubbing her butt on the same pillow eagerly handed to her by her aunt, making me wonder how little she cares about it.

Suddenly, I watched my sister’s face screw up.


~Pffrrrrpp… Bbrrrpt- pffrrr…~

A gut-wrenching barrage emerged from under her. She assaulted the pillow with a wet fart, dropping my & the girls’ jaws as we watched it happen. Then relieved, Hope dropped her weight down further on the face of her once-innocent bed decor.

“Jeez… That last one burned.~” She purred, smiling at us before turning back to me.
“Now, I’ll turn the music off for the rest of the night. IF you smell my pillow. Twice. Deeply. Without reacting.”

“... W-What…” I was in awe of her demand. Her smug expression made the demand all the more unbearable.

“You heard me.” Hope continued. “If you want us to be quiet, you’re gonna smell my pillow like you love it. It’s just one thing, and I think that’s more than fair.”

“It really is!” Olyvia pitched in, smirking at me emphatically.

“... Ugh- whatever… ” I annoyedly replied, feeling sick as I said that before slowly walking toward my older sister. She kept her butt placed on the pillow as I trudged to her bed.
Meanwhile, Olyvia got up & walked to the door. The sound of it closing made me turn to her, while she smiled evilly at me before leaning on it.

“C’mon, sleepyhead. I might fart again.~” Hope threatened. Believing her, I moved beside her & begrudgingly waited for her next move.
My gut sank as she lifted her leg up & angled her body, revealing the face of her unfortunate cat-pillow. I cringed as she looked up at me, forcing me to get closer to her posterior than I should ever be.

I felt tense as I moved my face close to her pillow. The heat radiating from it was bad enough, but it wasn’t until I sniffed that I realized just how evil her demand was.
The stench was awful, reeking of digested coffee & rotten poultry. I barely managed to suppress my disgust as my nose was assaulted by the tainted pillow.

Olyvia cackled from behind while Hope stared down at me, watching me hold back my disgust. My disdain was visible.

I lifted my head from her pillow after a couple deep, audible whiffs, followed by Hope moving her butt back onto her pillow. My expression was evidently pleasing to Olyvia, who was still laughing at my misery.
Despite following her instructions, Hope acknowledged my effort in a disheartening way:

“Hmm… I dunno…”

“Y-You said twice, deeply & without reacting!” I whined tiredly.

“Yeah, and I also said ‘like you love it’. I think we can all agree that you missed that part, right girls?” Hope pitched. Olyvia nodded, and even Giselle murmured in agreement.
I felt like crying as they watched me humiliate myself. But when I thought it couldn’t get worse, Hope led with a polarizing offer.
“But look- I’m open minded. I want you to sniff it three more times in the same way as before, and I’ll let you go.”

“A-And the music?” I asked with a shaky voice.

“And I’ll turn down the music.”

As disgusted as I currently was, I felt confident enough to meet her demands. I nodded, forcing Hope to angle herself the same way as before.
It still bothered me to get my nose anywhere near the pillow, but the thought of leaving the room kept me motivated.

I drew another sharp inhale, filling my nose with the familiarly-unpleasant, albeit tapered odor of my sister’s bowels. Easy, as well as the second sniff. I cringed as I drew that breath, both from the obviously still-bad smell & the scenario that I was forced into, but this was much easier than before.
That was until took my final breath.


~Bbppprrphhh…~

Before I knew it, I sucked up an airy fart from my sister’s ass. My headspace & lungs were filled by her rancid gas, forcing my body to immediately try & cough it all back out.
The girls watched as I pulled away from the pillow, gagging dramatically from the overbearing stench. Olyvia & Hope covered their mouths & laughed while Giselle covered hers from shock.
Through teary eyes, I slowly eased myself down from the experience. I turned back to Hope as I wiped my face; the disgusted expression stuck as I leered at her.

“Y-You fucking bitch-” I growled before dry-heaving, making her laugh even harder. “T-That isn’t fair and YOU know it!”

“Pff- I don’t care.~” Hope replied with her familiar smugness. I angrily turned & walked toward the door, which Olyvia guarded as she laughed.

“Get out of my way.” I growled as I tried to grab the doorknob. Olyvia smacked my hand away, then grabbed my forearms as I tried to leave.
“What the fuck- get off! I’m leaving!”

“Nuh-uh!” She teased as I tried to break free. “You’re not going anywhere.~”

I tried to thrash away, but I was stopped by another grip; coming from Hope herself this time, who bearhugged me as I failed to escape.
I was shoved onto Hope’s bed before I could even process what was happening. I was too shocked to defend myself, and Olyvia jumped onto my body before grabbing my wrists again. She giggled as I tried to pull away again, this time made way harder as she straddled me.

“G-Get off!” I panicked as she giggled above me.
I considered screaming for help, but I wasn’t given a chance; the sound of duct-tape ripping made my tense up, and Hope appeared before slapping it onto my mouth.
“MMMPHH! MMMMPH!”

“Too late for that.” Olyvia taunted. She then slid up from my lap & moved her legs onto my arms, letting go of my wrists finally. Of course I couldn’t do anything with them, and I was basically immobile from the waist-up.
I began thrashing my legs in response, but Hope jumped onto them & began straddling my feet.

In under a minute, Olyvia & my sister had me restrained to the bed. I could barely move as their combined weight kept me in place. All I could move were my eyes, which frantically darted around the room.
It was then that I realized; Giselle had been standing there, watching the whole ordeal pan out. The look on her face matched mine; pure shock, horror, and helplessness. She made eye-contact with me for a split second before awkwardly glancing away, leaving me alone to bear being restrained.
My own helplessness forced me to simmer down under my captors, with only my heartbeat maintaining its energy.

“There you go. Nice & easy. You’ll be okay.~” Olyvia evilly cooed at me. I felt like crying as I looked up; her crotch was barely a foot away from my face, with her knees sitting on either side of my head. She smiled down at me, but this time in a softer way than before. Somehow, that scared me more.

I heard more duct-tape rip from where my sister sat, and I shuddered as I felt it press against my knees. She slid the strip under them as well before joining the ends, taping my legs together. The lengths these two were going in order to keep me from leaving were nightmarish, and all because I wanted to sleep soundly.
As I accepted my defeat, Olyvia looked over to Giselle, who still awkwardly watched as this unfolded.

“Hey girl, can you gimme my phone?” Olyvia requested. I watched Giselle turn to the dresser on the other side of the room. To my shock, I saw a phone propped up in a way that made its camera aim directly at the bed. I stared directly into the lens as Giselle grabbed it, then feared for my life as I realized what had happened.
Olyvia gasped before smiling down at me, making me squirm even more.
“Ommygod- Hope! Look!”

She held her phone over her shoulder & my sister gasped similarly. Olyvia then looked back down at me before holding the phone to my face.
To my horror, I watched as I appeared on-screen. And after a couple seconds, I watched myself sniff my sister’s pillow, which she had just farted on. I could literally hear my own sniffing from the speakers on her phone.
Olyvia giggled more as my shaking grew harsher. Everything awful was happening to me, and it hurt worse knowing it was premeditated. Let alone, at the hands of my older sister.

“And to think; if you actually escaped earlier, I would’ve just uploaded that video right afterward.~” Olyvia taunted, laying the phone down on my chest.
“I mean- all I have to do is edit all this out… and then everyone would think you’re some freak who likes sniffing farts. Lucky for you, you’re just too fucking weak to escape from me.~”

I whimpered as my sister’s friend kept me down & berated me. Her legs rested hard on my arms, making them hurt more by the second. I couldn’t speak, move, fight or even leave given the chance.
To my surprise however, someone broke their silence.

“W-Why is this even happening…?” We all turned to Giselle as she looked back at us. Her gaze met with mine again for a split second, before going back to her friends.
“... Maybe the music was too loud…”

“... Well, it wouldn’t be that big of a problem if it didn’t happen, like- every time.” Hope answered.
“I pay the bills, too. And maybe I wanna listen to music at home..”

“And besides…” Olyvia spoke next.
“... I feel like tonight’s gonna be a lot more fun for all of us now. And Fart-face here can’t do anything about it.”

“... Is that what you’re calling my sibling now, Olyvia? Fart-face?” Hope’s remark made Olyvia snicker. As she looked down at me again, I shook underneath them.
“... It’ll stick.~”

“And it’ll only be for tonight, anyway.” Olyvia continued. Giselle looked back down at me again. Her sympathy wasn’t helpful, but it did make me feel a bit more secure.
For a bit.

“... Just for tonight?”

“Yeah, girl!” Hope answered her introverted friend. “We’ll turn the music down. But in exchange, Fart-face is gonna… ... y’know.~”

Just then, Olyvia released some of her weight from my arms. She kept her eyes onto mine as she scooted forward a bit more, nudging her phone out of the way before sitting in the same spot as it. I squirmed out of fear, making her laugh as her crotch slid closer to my face.

“And good timing, too. We ate sooo much food today.” Olyvia continued, still staring into my fearful eyes. Just then, Giselle walked over & stared down at me as well. She didn’t look as eager as her friends, but I had a dark, horrifying feeling that she wasn’t willing to maintain that.

“And someone has to take them.” Hope added.
“All of them.~”



SEGMENT TWO


The music resumed, although a lot quieter than before. If Hope hadn’t ruined these songs for me by interrupting my sleep with them, she definitely ruined them forever by making me listen to them while her & her friends used me as a tool for their comfort. The sound of a familiar game started up on Hope's Xbox, which they often played on nights like this.

I couldn’t fight much outside of weak, fatigue wiggling. Hope & Olyvia overpowered me completely; let alone, Giselle in the middle of them.
All I can do in my current position is accept it, and it’s not like I had a choice either way. My once-free wrists were now taped to the bed-post, and my already-bound legs were being weighed down by Olyvia’s. She was using me as a footrest essentially, successfully keeping me down herself.

Giselle sat next to her, and despite being the heaviest, was kind enough to exert the least amount of her weight onto my already helpless body.
Despite that, having her legs rest on my stomach made my claustrophobia ramp hard.

However, neither of those were anywhere near as awful as what Hope chose to do.

My own older sister, whom I grew up with, was now using my terrified face as her personal cushion. All I could see from my angle was her denim-clad ass covering half of my face, her mostly bare back, and when she wanted to acknowledge me, her smug eyes peeking over her shoulder.

My nose stayed firmly pressed against her buttcrack. The smell surely would have been bad enough, but the farts she had released into her pillow soaked disturbingly well into the fabric of her jean shorts. Every breath I took was simply awful.
At least she hadn’t farted since she landed on my face, but I was still more scared of my sister now than I would probably ever be for the rest of my life.

“Best score gets the face?” Olyvia asked.

“Nah, let’s go off of time. Does 20 minutes sound good?”

“Oooh, we’re playing long tonight, huh?”

“I’m bloated.” Hope’s response made Olyvia snicker, and made me shudder again. Hope looked back at me as she felt my fear vibrate against her crotch. The look of dread on my face excited her.
“Speaking of which…”
~Bbllrrrbbpt!~

Hope sighed after a bubbly fart bursted against my nose. The musky stench I had been forced to sniff was instantly replaced by a gust of expired dairy that forced itself up my nose against my will.
The smell was instantly overbearing, and it seemed like my sister knew it too. She thrusted her hips down & shoved her butt against my nose as hard as she could, while Olyvia slid down enough for her thighs to weigh me down easier.

The two laughed hard at my fruitless thrashing; so hard that they didn’t realize the game had already started. Hope was the first to notice & killed Olyvia while she was distracted.

“Aha- hey! That’s not fair, I was laughing!” She whined playfully.

“That won’t change anything anyway.” Hope replied. “My comfy lil’ chair here is probably gonna be dead by the time the alarm goes off.”


~Prlp- Ppffffffft!~

My sister seemed eager to make that the case as a long, dry fart puffed out of her crack next. I yelped again as the fetid wind scorched my lungs, but my pleads for freedom were muffled when she moved her hips back & blocked my nostrils with the simmering denim.
I was forced to take in more air from my screaming, but it was the only way my unmoving body could cope with the torture that was my sister’s farts.


~Bbrpt~

Hope forced another one out, making me cough as the small burst was greedily sucked up by my nose.

“Aww, that was cute!” Olyvia taunted before killing her friend.

Hope scoffed at her friend’s comment. “Giselle, I’ll give you $20 to shine your flashlight at her.”

“I’ll give you 5 more if you do it to her instead.” Olyvia replied.

The two joked while Giselle seemingly ignored them. As she did, I felt the pressure on my torso grow more noticeable. Giselle was definitely lounging to the level of my tormentors now, and I feared that I was becoming a piece of furniture to her as well.


~Bbrrppfffff~

I winced as a bassier fart blasted me. Her constantly refreshing the toxicity in her shorts forced me to pace myself with shorter breaths. Even then, every sniff made me shudder with disgust.


~Prrppffff- Brrpt!~

Another pair of farts bolted up my nose mid-sniff & caused me to jolt again. I could feel Hope snickering to herself while Olyvia laughed at my misery.
Despite being focused on how bad her farts smelled, the amount of gas my sister had felt unreal. She farted more in my face over the span of 10 minutes than she had in front of me throughout our entire life.


~Fffrrrpt… brrt… brpt- prrbt… prrp~

“Mmph- mmph…” I whined as my sister mercilessly hit me with a barrage of farts, making her laugh emphatically as I tried to turn away. But her weight kept my face forward, forcing me to breathe the remaining stench that radiated against my nose. I felt like crying as I was forced to inhale it all, while she gleefully pushed more out.

~Bbrrt- pprrt~

“GIRL.” Olyvia responded, followed by more laughter between them.

Hope looked over her shoulder & into my teary eyes before shaking her hips. I grumbled in disgust as my nose was dragged from side-to-side from her twisted jeer, before she nonchalantly returned to her game.
Breathing alone made me feel sicker by the second.


~Prt… Pffffffffffffffffffhhhsss…~ Hope leaned back uncomfortably as a long SBD sizzled from her hole, burning the denim & filling my lungs with the dangerous combination of her morning coffee & digested buffalo wings. A lot of her painful emission seeped into my nose, and I soon began to thrash. Hard.
My fearful reaction was the first thing that let her friends know that she had ripped a record fart; the second being that some of it had escaped into the air.

“... O-Oh my god- HOPE-” Olyvia pulled her shirt over her nose, prompting Giselle to do the same. Hope herself even cringed at the emission, while I was forced into a frenzy of gagging & screaming as I was left with the brunt of it.
Giselle hacked under her shirt, and eventually Olyvia had to cough as well. I felt the controller she was using hit my twisting thighs as she rushed to cover her face.

“Ugh- *cough* c-can you at least make them sniff?! Please?!” Olyvia whined with a pinched nose.

“Nah, my time is almost up anyway.” Hope laughed as her emission left everyone disgusted. She laid her controller down on my seizing chest before reaching back & grabbing a handful of my hair. I whined as she pulled my face deeper against her simmering asscrack.


I feared another fart from my sister's ass, made clear by my whimpering. Sadistically, she kept my nostrils locked against the smelliest part of her body as the timer ticked down. And as Olyvia commented on how my sister’s emission had finally dissipated, I was left to endure what had soaked into her jean shorts.

Thankfully, the sound of an alarm played from her phone. Hope sighed with relief as she let go of my hair & lifted off of my head, finally allowing me to turn away.
I hacked into my tape-gag as she looked down at me & laughed, watching me painfully try to get her awful gas out of my respiratory system. With my mouth taped shut, all I could do was exhale through my traumatized nose in an attempt to get the stench out.
It didn’t work, but I could’ve been fooled; the fresh air felt amazing when compared to where my nose was seconds prior.


“Who's up next?” My sister asked as she now straddled my chest; giving me no time to recover outside of this short break. Even scarier was how little time it took for a decision to be made.

“I really have to fart right now. Can I?” Olyvia immediately took the offer, and I wanted to die as the pressure on my legs began to lift away.

My vision was blurry at this point due to tears & fatigue, but I could make out the scene vividly enough; as Olyvia slid off of me & onto the floor, Hope awkwardly crawled over Giselle.
Part of me felt partial guilt as I stared at Giselle. She definitely didn’t seem as into torturing me as her friends did, and watching her repeatedly break eye-contact with me made me feel bad.

I had no time to think about her however, as Olyvia hopped back onto the bed. She stared down at me with a hungry smile before throwing her leg over my torso.
Her jogging shorts were wedged in her buttcrack, much further than Hope’s prior. Her cheeks stuck out a bit more as well.
A noticeably dark stain went up the middle, made more noticeable when she plucked her jogging shorts out from her crack. That wedgie hid a lot more sweat.

“I hope you're ready.” She remarked, sliding her feet under my head. I could see the twisted eagerness in her eyes as she looked down at me from over her shoulder.
“I've been holding in a monster since I walked in. Just for you to sniff up.~”

“Nmmph-” I begged fearfully, but to no avail. Olyvia lowered herself onto my face, leaning back forcefully & making my nose sink into her soft, damp garments.

Instantly, the stench was a different level of nauseating. Her sweaty ass enveloped my face much better than Hope's, forcing her musk to permeate my nose.
I tugged on my bound arms to bear the new stench, making her laugh.

“Hehe- uh, no.~” She shook her hips in my face, thrusting herself down more as she smothered me. I whined more as my face sunk deeper into her sweaty ass.
“Just for that, sniff.”

“Mgh-” I gagged at the thought alone, but she basically controlled my lungs. I took a slow, audible whiff to please her, somehow oblivious to her tenacity.


~BBFFFRRRRRBBBT!~

Olyvia grabbed my hair tightly after unleashing a bomb of a fart. I tried to thrash her off, although my efforts felt involuntary as she smothered me with that thick, meaty miasma.
Aside from my muffled screams, the only other thing I could hear was my sister laughing with Olyvia while she rode my face.

“Q-Quick Giselle! Help us!” Hope asked through a fit of laughter. As my sister pinned my legs down, Giselle slowly lowered her legs back onto my bucking torso. The girls all held me down, while Olyvia eagerly smothered me with her wet, acrid posterior.
“Jeez, I don't think any of it escaped!”

“You should take notes.” Olyvia taunted back. “I think that one was also way worse than yours. That taco-salad always does it for me.~”

“Pff- keep talking. I already have another one on deck when it's my turn again.” Hope snickered. I then felt something hard brush my leg, being the controllers they had laid on my body.
“New match?”

“Sure.” Olyvia finally let go of my hair to grab her controller. I tried to wiggle my way out of her crack for a less-awful breath, but she wasn't having it.
“Ah-ah-ah, sniff! If I smell even one fart, I can & will make it worse.”

I groaned pitifully as I nestled my nose back in her crack. I felt gross for willingly following her orders, but her threat sounded genuine enough to scare me. I wasn't sure what could be worse than this, but I wasn't keen on finding out.

Breathing was laborious on my already-destroyed lungs. I could still taste her fart from earlier, and as badly as I wanted to cough it out, my fear of her only made me add to it instead.


~Brrrrpfff~

Olyvia hummed as she leaned back again, smothering my face with her swampy backside. It smelled a lot like her last fart, so I once again reacted badly.
Olyvia giggled as my coughing was muffled by her crotch. She kept her back arched & spared me no breaths from the outside.


~Bbbrrbrbbrrrbbt!~

“Phew…” Olyvia acknowledged her bubbly emission with a calm exhale, while my panicked convulsions showed the girls just how bad it was.
I coughed hard as I tried to withstand the stench of digested meat & taco seasoning that had been burned into her jogging shorts. I was trapped with it however, and screaming for mercy only made her giggle.
“Mmm~, wasn’t that so good?~” She jeered as she shook her hips again, rubbing her filth on my face proudly. She followed her cruel teasing by lifting off of me, allowing me to jerk my head to the side to escape it.

“What happened?” Hope asked her with a smirk as the sound of me coughing filled the room.
Olyvia snickered as well before sitting again, this time on the side of my head. I felt relieved as I felt the humid fabric cover my ear, even if it was disgusting. Still, being able to breathe oxygen was a god-send.
“I think you missed.”

“Meh. I’m gonna be a little nice.” Olyvia answered. I could barely hear her with my ears squished between her backside & my pillow.
“I think anyone would need a break after a fart like that. I still have 11 minutes anyway; I don’t wanna break my cushion halfway through.”

I felt like crying as she announced how much time she still had with me; that grew stronger when she looked over her shoulder again, making her snort as she saw my sweaty, miserable face.

“You sniffed that very well, by the way. Good job.~” She said before rubbing her hips on my face again. She followed her compliment by grabbing my hair again, making me plead through the tape as she lifted off of my head.
I laid helpless as she nestled my nose inside her crack again, forcing me back into her dangerous backside & making her relish from my fruitless denial.

“I should get a comfy chair that sniffs my farts. Where did you get yours, Hope?”

“Mom gave it to me.” My sister answered. Her cruel remark made Olyvia snort. “I dunno why it took me so long to start using it. I think all chairs should have a face.”

“They should.~” Olyvia concurred, then looked over her shoulder. “Sniff.”

I felt like crying as I hesitantly smelled her backside again. My nose was re-acquainted by her musky backside as I followed her command.
To my horror, I watched her hands slide under the waistband of her shorts. She slowly pulled them up until they were wedged in her crack, pulling my nose further into her ass. Her cheeks popped out as she pulled her garments up further & further, making me groan with disgust as her bare, grimey ass-flesh touched my face.
“There. Just for you.~”

“You’re being mean.” My sister commented on my torturer’s plot, making her scoff.

“Say that one more time, & I will fart.” She jokingly threatened. With her nearly-bare cheeks consuming my nose, the thought of taking one to the face scared me enough to make me whimper again.
Unsurprisingly, my sister enabled her.

“You. Are. Being. Mean.”


~Brrbbrt…~

Olyvia leaned back again as a bassy fart filled my nose, then laughed at my pained moaning. I felt like puking after being bombarded with farts for half an hour.

“Mhm. And I’ll do it again.” She smugly added, wagging her hips before leaning back again. My teary eyes clamped shut as she forced my nose closer to her hole. The heat that plagued her garments made my fists ball up, as every sniff I took burned.


As an act of mercy by God, Olyvia continued playing with Hope & seemingly got too invested to let another one out. The timer began to ring, and was promptly followed by her whining.
“Awww, so soon?”

“Afraid so.~” Hope replied. “Get up. Some of us have to use the chair.”

Olyvia groaned before lifting off of me. As my nose unlodged from her crack, I began gulping down as much air as I could. Meanwhile, all I could do was look up at Olyvia’s severe wedgie, making my gut wrench as she dug her fingers inside & plucked them out.
How someone as attractive as Olyvia could be so mercilessly gross dumbfounded me.

“K then. Who’s next?” She asked, sliding her feet out from under my head.

The room became silent after that, and all that could be heard was my weak panting. Olyvia remained on top of me as she waited for an answer.

“... I don’t think so…” Giselle eventually spoke. I felt mild relief from that, but that halted when Olyvia replied.

“Why not? Don’t you have a full tank after that platter from earlier?”

“N-No…” Giselle answered. Olyvia crossed her arms. “... I already let it out.”

“Girl. You never left our side.” Hope chipped in. “And between us? Your farts are not subtle.”

“O-Okay, well… It’ll be really bad…” Giselle tensed up, while the girls’ hummed curiously.

“Exactly, that’s why we’ve been using this!” Olyvia patted my stomach repeatedly. I balled my fists up again as she demeaned me to the max.
“I really wanna see what happens.~” Olyvia pitched.

“Me too!” Hope followed. I froze up as they pressured their friend at my expense. “And remember; it’s only for tonight.”

“Plus, Hope did it. And that’s already worse than if you do it.” Olyvia chimed, making Hope nod in jocular agreement.

“Well… I do have to fart…” To my horror, I felt Giselle’s heavy legs lift off my torso.

Olyvia clapped gleefully. “Here, trade me spots!”

Giselle moved so Olyvia could get into her new position, but instead she opted to sit on me instead of just using me as a footrest. Feeling half of her butt on my stomach was uncomfortable enough, but having the other half weigh down on my crotch made me squirm.
Seeing my sister’s smug grin added to my discomfort, and I was forced to accept it.

I turned back to Giselle to see her crawling over to me. The mild sympathy on her face meant nothing to me now, and all I could do was pray as she loomed over me. Giselle seemed more focused on pleasing her friends than showing me mercy.
I watched in fear as her thick leg moved over my helpless body. She now faced away from me, while I faced her ass. I panicked as I looked up at her massive derriere, tightly packed in her cobalt colored jeggings.
Giselle looked bad at me as my breathing grew frantic.

“I’ll try to go easy on you…”

“We don’t wanna smell them though, so smell them up. Or else.” Hope called over her. Giselle sighed with remorse as she saw my fear.

“That too. Sorry…”

Giselle turned back & began lowering her large posterior. My heart skipped a beat and I tried to jerk my arms out of their tape bindings. Even with the bed creaking, she didn’t stop.
I felt the pressure of her weight & immediately knew this would be more taxing than before. My nose pressed tightly to her asscrack, and unlike the other girls, her butt actually covered my face. I couldn’t even see her now.

“Oh- jeez…” She hummed. I could barely hear her from under her hips; only the sound of my weak groans being muffled by her.
“O-Okay… now do I…”

“Let it out, girl.~” Olyvia ushered her.

I anxiously waited under Giselle, and tensed up as she shifted around on my face. My face never moved from its spot however, made worse by the fact that I could hardly breathe. Any breath I took reeked of a deep, earthy odor.
Eventually I felt Giselle’s monstrous cheeks soften a bit. Then it happened.


~Grpt- BBROOOOOOOOOOOORRPT!~

A bassy emission bursted out & rattled me to my core, and my nose was flooded with a putrid, burning stench that began smothering me more than her ass.

“MMMMNNG! MMMPH!” I jerked hard on my bindings & tried twisting my body, but Olyvia’s weight kept me in place. I continued to scream as Giselle’s nuclear bomb of a fart assaulted my senses.
“MMMMMMMPH!”

“Oh- my…” Giselle hummed as her & her giggling friends kept my thrashing body in place.
“... S-Should I get off..?”

“Hehe- No way!” Hope answered, sliding from her spot & sitting on my shins.

I could barely even gag due to the pressure on my nostrils, but once my disgust shined through to the girls, all of them laughed.
Surprisingly, even Giselle. I was basically at square-one, minus my new role as their fart slave.
“Heh- I know, that one had to be pretty stinky…”

“Oh yeah girl, you blew us out of the water!” Olyvia chimed.

“Wait-” Giselle replied. It was quiet, minus my whimpering. “...”


~Ppfffffrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrppt!~

Giselle moaned with relief after the thick, lengthy fart purred from her hole and permeated my nose & face. It would have been stinky enough if it was short. But it went on for 6 long, grueling seconds.

I could hear the girls laugh while she forced me to experience the smell. I screeched, fruitlessly begging her to get off my face. She stayed put though, and effortlessly kept me under her.
She eventually got off of me, letting me breathe ‘fresh’ oxygen for the first time since she sat down. Unfortunately for me, the air around her ass & my head was being occupied by a thick cloud of everything that had seeped out.

“I meant to go easier.” She said, making the girls laugh. Meanwhile, I was still trying to recover from having my lungs filled with her room-clearers.
However, it was too much. My mouth reeked of pure shit at this point, and my stomach turned harder than ever.

The girls watched in disgust as I burped, followed by a small trickle of vomit leaking from my nose. All of them expressed their disgust by hopping off the bed, standing back to watch me fall apart.

“Aww c’mon, gross…” Olyvia commented.

“Pssh- girl you got close to causing that yourself.” Hope responded.

Meanwhile, Giselle just watched me convulse on my sister's bed, writhing in my bindings & shaking my head from side to side.
“... So did you, Hope.”

“... Pffft-” Hope snickered, prompting Olyvia to join in. I looked up at the girls with bloodshot eyes, far more exhausted than I had ever been.
“Honestly, if I went last, I would’ve done a lot more damage.~”

“But not as much as me.~” Olyvia chipped in. “You’re all lucky I didn’t eat Chinese food before tonight. One fart after 6 crab rangoons is scientifically proven to empty my house; let alone a bedroom. Beat that.~”

“I can, and I will.” Hope replied. “I’m dying for Chinese food, too. Wanna go get some & come back for a movie?”

Olyvia turned to me with an excited grin.
“Can I go home & switch into my pajamas though? I need to wash these shorts & get some money.”

Hope nodded then turned to my most recent torturer. “Your apartment is near the restaurant, right Giselle? You wanna grab yours as well?”

“... I’d love to.” She answered, staring down at me.

The girls only laughed at her newfound optimism, then Hope grabbed the keys off her dresser. Olyvia & Giselle looked back at me as I stayed helplessly tied to my sister's bed.
Hope turned back to me & her usual smug grin appeared again.

“Don’t try anything stupid.~” She threatened in a soft tone, before closing the door behind her.


…


I remained in the same state as the girls left me; taped up in my sister’s bed & left to listen to the music they woke me up with an hour prior. My arms felt numb at this point, making me groan as I tried to move them again.
The girls were taking their time, but that was fine by me. I would take this over the hell they were putting me through earlier, and especially what they planned to put me through tonight… whatever that will be.

*SLAM*

The loud bang of our apartment door made my heart skip a beat, snapping me out of my boredom-induced trance & forcing my breath back to its frantic pattern.

The door opened again after 20 minutes.
Hope walked into the room, dawning her signature shit-eating grin, as well as a takeout bag & bottle of chocolate milk. Despite being 23, she adored her chocolate milk; something I knew would be problematic tonight.
Olyvia walked in next, carrying a takeout bag as well, as well as a different attire; a pair of plaid pajama bottoms & an old tank-top that looked stretched out. Finally her ponytail was traded out for a messy bun.
Giselle followed, carrying a takeout bag & a large Dr. Pepper. She wore basically the same as Olyvia, except she had an oversized T-shirt & her pajama bottoms had cutesy animals dotting the surface.
Cute little patterns clinging to a set of hips that, to me, were anything but.

Olyvia eagerly walked over to me. I wasn’t thrilled to see her with this demeanor; especially when she laid down next to me.

“Hi.~”

“Mph..” I tiredly hummed through the tape-gag.

“Someone’s grumpy.” She fake-pouted. “What’s the matter, didn’t like the break we gave you? Because good news; it’s over.~”

As I was jeered, Giselle sat at the end of the bed & opened her bag, pulling out a small box. As she opened it, I was eventually pleased by the aroma of udon; a scent that combated the stale mental scars left by my sister & her friends.

“Hungry?” Olyvia asked. I tiredly nodded, making her . “I bet you are. Kinda sucks that we didn’t get you anything though…~”

“Oh hush.” My sister remarked as she sifted through her dresser drawer, pulling out & unfolding a pair of jogging shorts. Olyvia backed off of me as Hope walked back to us & leaned over me.
“There’s plenty to eat. Orange chicken always gives me gnarly gas, so what kind of big sister would I be if I didn’t feed it to you?~”


SEGMENT THREE



The door to the corridor was mere feet away from me as I sat on the living-room sofa. As desperate as I was to flee to it, the tape holding my legs & arms together immobilized me; let alone my sister’s friends, who were sitting on either side of me.
Olyvia had her arm draped over my shoulder while Giselle opened Netflix, both cuddling up to me & making sure I didn’t run while my sister changed.

“Hmm… What’re you thinking, Giselle?” Olyvia asked her friend. “... There’s a new Sandler movie, I think.”

“... Maybe we should wait for Hope…” Giselle suggested, making Olyvia groan.

“Great… So it’s Drama. Again.”

Eventually we heard a door open down the hall, followed by an emerging shadow. Olyvia smiled eagerly while Giselle sucked down her udon.
My sister emerged, quickly horrifying me as I saw her choice of pajamas; a pair of jogging shorts that looked way too small for public areas, and a bra. No shirt whatsoever; just a lacy, beige bra.
I closed my eyes & faced the floor as she walked into the living room. Olyvia snickered at my reaction, while my sister scoffed.

“Suck it up. You should be happy that I put these shorts on. I usually don’t even bother.”

“You don’t have to wear them.~” Olyvia remarked, making my heart skip a beat as the room grew silent. Thankfully, Hope’s face screwed into an awkward half-smirk.
“... … no?”

“... Yeah-... no…” Hope said with a head-shake. I was mildly relieved to see my sister spare me from that evil suggestion.
“I’m sure the pants will only make it worse anyway; especially under the blanket. So let’s just… keep our pants on.”

“Right- yeah! I guess that’s true.” Olyvia answered with a smile. “And speaking of the blanket..?”

“Ohp-” Hope turned around & walked back down the hall. As I watched her disappear again, I was shocked to see her buttcheeks hanging out from the bottom of her shorts. The sight of my sister’s ass made me cringe.
Olyvia then tapped my leg, making me turn back to see her face nearly an inch away from mine. Her grip on my shoulder strengthened as we faced each other.

“She won’t see under the covers though… will she?~” Her whispered threat made me tense up, and even made Giselle turn to her. Giggling, Olyvia loosened back up.
“Hehe- I’m just kidding!”

“... Okay then…” Giselle hummed as she finished her noodles.


Hope soon returned with a large comforter, piled with some pillows; the same setup they used for every sleepover, and the one I grew to loathe. Hope left me to clean it & put it up, every time.
I doubt tonight will give me a change of heart.

“Okay girls.” Hope’s statement was quickly followed by her friends getting up from the couch, as if they rehearsed before they returned.
Olyvia smirked down at me as she shoved me onto my side, pulling my still-bound feet onto the sofa while Giselle held me down. In a few short seconds, I was reassigned to the position I grew to hate from earlier; flat on my back, with three girls looming over me.
“Looks comfy.”

“It does.~” Olyvia pitched in with her usual devilish smirk. “And my stomach is killing me.”

“Mine too.” Hope responded.

“Mine three…” Giselle spoke. I bounced between them as they looked at each other.
“... I don’t have to go first…”

“Okay then, Rock-paper-scissors? Loser goes before Giselle.” Hope suggested, getting a nod from Olyvia. The two displayed their hands:

“Rock… paper-”

“Big sister.”

“... W-What did you just say…” Olyvia stuttered as Hope pointed at herself, smugly grinning at her friend.
“... T-That’s… such bullshit!”

“Sorry.~” Hope emphatically rubbed her unfair decision in Olyvia’s face, walking over to me & turning around. As she presented her butt to me once again, she reared down & patted my stomach.
“Giselle?”

I was truly impotent, not moving from my spot as Giselle walked over, turned around, and slowly lowered her hips first. I even whimpered for the first time in nearly 30 minutes, slowly feeling her heavy posterior squish my stomach. Her butt covered my torso completely, all while pressing me deep into the couch.
My breathing immediately grew labored as Giselle lounged.

Olyvia kept her arms crossed as she sat down on my legs, pinning my ankles under her hips & immobilizing me further.
I felt like sobbing as Hope looked over her shoulder, piercing my eyes with her smug gaze.
“I hope you’re hungry for more, Fart-face.~”

“Mmph- nph…” I weakly protested through the tape, making her snicker.
I squirmed as my sister slowly lowered herself, then fearfully jerked my head to the side as her butt got closer to my face.
Surprisingly, Giselle grabbed my jaw & made me face forward again. Her grip was a lot stronger than I had expected, which gave me another reason to fear her as she forced me to watch my sister’s ass fall on my face.

“Mng- it is so comfy.~” Hope commented, shaking her hips on my face. I moaned under her as my nose slid into her crack at an angle. My nostrils still pressed against the warm, odorous fabric of her jogging shorts, while I fruitlessly floundered under my tormentors.

My dark world under my sister’s ass was casted further into darkness as she grabbed the comforter & expertly threw it over her & the girls. My already-labored breathing became erratic as the girls’ body-heat enveloped my body.
All I could hear on the outside was the crinkling of their takeout bags, the TV speakers, and horrifically, a gurgle from Hope’s stomach.


~Fffpppprrrbt!~

A nauseatingly wet fart bursted into my nose & made me jump as she eagerly smothered me. I tried to jerk my head to the side again but her weight prevented me, forcing me to endure it while the girls watched TV.


~Brrrrrrrpt~

~Prrt- ffffrpt~

I felt my eyes roll back as two more barreled out. The difference in smell was noticeable; they were so much stronger than earlier, and added to the smothering feeling I was already experiencing from the girls’ weight.


~Grrpt… bbrrrt~

I coughed from the next farts. My sister sadistically grinded her hips again, rubbing my nose on the fabric lodged in her crack and making me ball my fists.

Eventually, I could feel Olyvia shifting awkwardly on my legs.


~Pppprrrrrrbt!~

“Ugh, c’mon…” She whined, making me shudder as my shins grew disturbingly warm from her slip.

“Awww what’s wrong?” My sister jeered at her. “Was thirteen crab rangoons too many? I thought you only needed 6 anyway, girl?~”

“S-Shut up…” Olyvia hissed back, making Hope laugh while I whimpered. Thirteen? That’s too many for anyone, yet the athletic soccer player defied that just to make my night a living Hell. Even if it bit her in the ass, I subconsciously dreaded the time when Olyvia loomed over me.


~Ppbrrt!~

Hope followed her statement with a fart that made me groan.
“Hehe- It’s whatever. The cover should hold it all anyway.”


My sister’s bowels seemed to settle down for a moment. The bass from the TV made me wonder if she was too distracted to continue torturing me.
My sporadic breathing kept the experience grueling, but my


~Grrpfffsss…~

I tensed up as a blistering fart wooshed up my unaware nose, and the stench soon made me retch hard into my tape gag. I tried to turn my head again but Hope evilly leaned on the backrest, keeping my face where it was.
I writhed uncomfortably as my efforts were in vain, with my nose staying pressed against the source of her room-clearers. Hope recognized my effort by rubbing my face in her crack again.


~Bbbrrt! Bbrrrr…~

… then let out another fart, followed by more hip-shaking.

My stomach began to turn as my sister pumped her awful farts into my unwilling nose. The crushing weight on my stomach & dense fog contaminating my lungs forced me to whine uncontrollably.
I couldn’t breathe anything but gas; everything that entered my body reeked.
For the second time that night, the sound of muffled burping into the tape made all the girls shift their attention to me.

“Oh my god, again?!” Olyvia asked, ignoring my weak thrashing as she shifted her body toward the girls.
“And it took fifty-ish minutes again… huh!”

“Heh- Yeah, but I think I might have to cut it short.” Hope’s words were relieving, although my shaky demeanor didn’t show it.
“I think I might poop myself if I try to fart again…”

“Aww, poor big sister.~” Olyvia sarcastically jabbed. I could feel Hope’s hand lift off of my chest so she could cross her arms. Judging from Olyvia’s playful scoff, I began to fear the worst.
“Okay, tough-girl. Five bucks also says you can’t.”

“Mmngh! Mpleemph!” I begged them to call off the wager, all while my sister continued to smother me under her ass. The thought of a possible shart hitting me terrified me to tears.
“Mmmph!”

“Pull up your Cashapp.” Hope concluded. I continued to frantically beg as her weight shifted again, as well as a new pressure on the back of my head. Feeling her ankles press me into her ass like a vice grip made me scream; in turn, making Olyvia laugh.
“Shut up, Fart-face. You need to be praying with me…”

“MMMPH!” I thrashed harder, only exhausting myself in the process. I began to cry as I anxiously waited.


~Pfff- Brroorpt-~

I jolted harder than before as a gulpy fart shot up my nostrils, filling my lungs & mouth with a shitty stench that made me clench my eyes shut. Olyvia unsurprisingly laughed as I thrashed & gagged, still begging to be let go by Hope.
Luckily, the pressure on my head lifted, and the comforter containing my air-source slid off. Hope hopped off of me, cupping her hands over her butt.

I tried to gulp down as much air as I could, yet my own nausea was preventing me. Every time I tried to breathe, I was instead forced to heave through my nose.
Olyvia laughed hard in the meantime, and the only thing I could see through my teary, worn out eyes was my sister’s shocked expression & Olyvia’s pure bliss. Giselle bounced between them as well, but stopped once she looked down at my fearful, sweaty face.

“G-Go change!” Olyvia commanded. “And when you come back, there better be five bucks in my bank account!”


Hope rushed out of the room, leaving me alone with her friends again. Olyvia’s laughter died down as she slid off of my legs, relying on Giselle to keep me in place.
I tried to refresh my lungs after my sister assaulted my sense of smell, but breathing was difficult due to the massive set of thighs weighing down on my stomach.
Olyvia wandering over to me didn’t help, as her smile alone made me anxious.

“How was it?” She asked, leering down at me hungrily. I shook my head in a frenzy as she squatted, getting close to my face again.
“Hehe- I bet. You stink, but… you must’ve wanted this since you didn’t fight me off earlier, right?~”

“M-mph…” I denied again. Her smile grew from my disdain, taking clear solace in my suffering.

“Y’know, I might go buy some coffee with that $5. I’ll be up all night, but-... … well, actually, we’ll be up all night.~”

“N-Nmph…” I opposed her cruel wishes as she demeaned me.

Inevitably, Giselle sighed.
“Crushing much…?”

“Uh-... E-Excuse me?!” Olyvia replied, her smile turning crooked.
“What the fuck did you just say?”

“You heard me.” Giselle huffed back, finally standing up from my chest. I could practically feel the air being sucked into my lungs, giving me my much desired break as Giselle looked down at both of us.
“Every time Hope’s back was turned, you’ve been nothing but cushy. This is like the 4th time tonight that you’ve gotten that close. Just kiss already, gosh…”

“...” Olyvia locked up as Giselle said more now than she had the entire night. Even I laid still & watched in discomfort as Giselle glared down at Olyvia, who slowly turned back to me.
“... W-Well… Maybe if your face didn’t smell like your sister’s shit, I would. I’ll make it smell like mine instead.”

“Olyvia-” Giselle’s sultry tone didn’t do much to help, as Olyvia stood back up before turning around again. She then dropped herself, but I turned my head just in time. Her butt landed on my ear hard, but thankfully not hard enough to injure me.
Still, I yelped as the sudden impact rattled my brain.
“Olyvia, stop. Wait till Hope gets back-”


*Click*

The sound of a door opening down the hallway made Olyvia scramble to her feet. My eyes were wide from what had transpired.
Hope’s footsteps echoed down the hall as she revealed herself again, this time with a cheery demeanor; more blissful than any of us currently were.
As I turned to her, she smiled before displaying something shocking; a pair of panties that matched her bra.

“Clean as a whistle. Pay up.~” Hope smugly directed.

Olyvia’s idle face matched the silence in the room. She shrugged moments later, pulling her phone back out & sending the money.
“Probably not clean as a whistle, but…” Olyvia commented with a twisted smirk, making Hope laugh before turning back to the hall.

The tension returned after Hope went back to her bedroom again. Olyvia’s smile disappeared as she glared down at me again, making me shift uncomfortably as she walked to the middle of the sofa. Without a word, she turned her back to me & sat on my torso.
Giselle watched her friend’s mood shift. The look of confusion slowly shifted to her familiar awkward expression as Olyvia looked up at her.

Hope returned, scrolling through her phone as she walked past us. As she tossed it on the armrest, she turned to us with an oblivious smile.
“Giselle? It’s your turn.~”

My heart immediately sank as I watched her turn to me again. Hope sitting on my legs didn’t bother me nearly as much; knowing where my face would be was mortifying.
“... where’s my pillow?” Her question was answered by Hope after having it tossed at her. After frantically catching it, I began to shudder as she reared down.
She made me lean up a bit before sliding the pillow under my head & neck. Despite the minor comfort it provided, I still felt tense as I watched her turn her back.

I desperately wanted to jolt my head to the side again; anything to avoid having my nose in her asscrack. The pajama bottoms only made it worse, seeing the cute patterns being swallowed by the crevice formed by her massive cheeks was enough to make my gut wrench hard.
It was like she had an affect on me though; one that prevented me from disobeying her desires. Maybe it was her defending me from Olyvia earlier, but feeling her hand grip my jaw an hour prior made her pretty intimidating.

I felt crazy as I kept my face forward, watching her bottom slowly cover my head.

“Having fun?” Olyvia grumbled.

“I-I'm just trying to be gentle. I'm not light..” Giselle hummed back before lowering herself the rest of the way. I instantly whined as the cotton from her pajama bottoms ate my nose, once again drowning me in the warm mass that I grew to fear. Like earlier, it continued until my face felt flatter than it actually was, exerting just enough pressure to where I wouldn’t pop like a grape.

“Comfy, right?” Hope asked, barely audible to my now-muffled ears. Through my labored breaths, I could feel Giselle’s cheeks suddenly tighten.
“Ohp-... Girl?”

“I… can feel their breath, hitting my-... y’know…” Giselle stopped before she could finish her sentence, but it was obvious what came next. My whining was completely suppressed for the most part, yet I could still hear my sister’s guffawing above.

“Pff- T.M.I, Giselle…” Hope’s remark made Giselle chuckle, which led Olyvia to groan loudly.
“Oh hush, you’re just mad because you don’t wanna fart until tomorrow.”

It was nearly midnight. I could’ve, and should’ve, been asleep 2 hours ago. Yet, simply because I requested them not to rattle the apartment with their music, I was now scheduled for at least 2 more hours of being their fart-slave.
I couldn’t stifle my defeated groan as I accepted my fate. Despite that, my fear of what was to come continued to reign.

My head then turned like a gear as Giselle slowly leaned back, lounging against the backrest. My nose remained shoved up her ass for the sole purpose of sniffing her gas, while she effortlessly immobilized me from the shoulders-up.
As they unpaused the TV & went back to watching their movie, I was left to fend for myself.


~Bbrrrrrrrfffffffffffff…~

My face was instantly set ablaze as a long bout of gas seeped into my nose. The smell of digested spices & whatever she had earlier that day culminated in a truly awful fart, instantly making me moan for mercy.
I was forced to breathe it as Giselle ignored me, evidently forgetting the benevolence she had shown me minutes prior.


~Bbbrrrt… Bbbrrrrrpt…~

Two bassier farts bubbled out, quickly forcing me into a fit of coughs as the cotton engulfing my face heated up further. I shifted uncomfortably in another futile attempt to save myself, once again to no avail.


~Bbrrr…~

As tame as her next emission was, it was still bad enough to make me cough. It didn’t matter if I sucked in the fetid heat from her cotton-clad crack; she would only refresh them immediately afterward.


~Grrpt- Ffffrrrrp… Ffffffrrrrrpp…~

Giselle arched her back as a short barrage of long, simmering farts burned her hole moments later. I screamed as the putrid heat smothered me more & more, making my personal Hell less & less endurable as the time ticked on.
The weight above me soon began to grow increasingly heavier as Giselle made herself more comfortable, crushing my head between her ass & my pillow. My panicking somehow topped itself as I feared her breaking my nose.

“Jeez, Giselle…” I barely heard the muffled voice of my sister above.
“I can feel it from over here…”

“I’m sorry…” Giselle replied. “... I’ve only got a few more minutes though, right?”

“Uhm… no, actually. Girl, you started 25 minutes ago.” Hope’s words made me sob harder. And somehow, it seemed like she heard my crying. Unfortunately, I knew she wasn't sympathetic.
“That means you should get to sniffing it, Fart-face. If I get one whiff, you’re going home with Giselle.”

“T-They’ve been sniffing!” Giselle replied.
“I-I can feel the breaths going in & out. And I’d usually be on fire by now... T-They’re doing a very good job down there…~”

Her somber explanation alone annoyed me enough to groan, which in turn humored the girls.


…

Sometime later, I felt myself suddenly snap out of some weird trance. Giselle had gone several minutes without farting, making my long torture a bit more bearable as she seemingly got too invested in the movie.
The pressure on my stomach then altered slightly as Olyvia shifted around.


~ffffffff…~

The area she sat on then grew warmer & made me shudder, as she once again farted on me. She couldn’t hold all of them before getting up to my head thankfully, although I was fearful knowing she inevitably would.

“Oh shit- It got hot again…” Hope remarked. The shifting on my stomach grew more significant.
“Giselle? Is your stomach okay, girl? This is like your second solar-flare in the last 10 minutes…”

“Hmm? I haven’t farted in a bit, actually…” Giselle replied.


~ffffffp…~

As she said that, the same spot on my stomach heated up further. I shivered again as I could feel the toxic warmth seep into my work-shirt.
“... Olyvia?”

“Ugh- what?” Olyvia whined, followed by silence. “... O-Okay- so what if I farted? You’d let a few out if you ate what I ate… Mmng-”


~Bbbrrraaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrpt!!!~

Suddenly, my stomach was hit with a nuclear bomb from Olyvia’s pajama bottoms. I tensed up as her emission rattled me to the core for several seconds, leaving a crater of heat soaked between her pajama bottoms & my shirt.

“...” The silence was made more deafening soon after the TV was paused, following the record-breaking emission. The humid sensation between her & me left me tense; Olyvia undeniably matched my tension.

“Uggh-... Fuuuck…~” Olyvia leaned against the backrest, sinking further into my torso. The silence stuck until Giselle’s ass began to vibrate on my head, soon followed by profound laughter from both her & Hope.
“Would you two shut up…”

As the girls laughed at her, I was disturbed to realize how much warmer it had gotten under the cover. It took several more seconds of their cackling until they realized as well.

“Haha- Om my god- GIRL, it’s boiling under here now!” Hope remarked as she shifted uncomfortably on my legs. Olyvia also shifted again, while Giselle stayed put & kept my face deep in her ass.
“Okay, we probably shouldn’t lift the covers for a while…”

“Definitely not.” Olyvia pitched.

After she said that, the pressure on my head began to loosen drastically. Giselle’s bottom lifted off of my face, and I greedily drew a heavy breath through my nose without a second thought.
Almost instantly however, I tensed up & began to dry-heave as the foul air under the blanket was sucked into my lungs. I knew the girls had let their guard down when I began to flail, prompting all of them to go back to holding me down.

“Ohp- Hey! What the fuck!” Hope drove her hips down onto my shins while Olyvia did the same with my stomach.
“Jesus, silent-but-deadly much?”

Giselle laughed as she sat on the side of my head, holding it down & forcing me to endure Olyvia’s fart prior. I was completely restrained again, hacking loudly into the tape. Any breath I took reeked of digested grease & cheese & forced me to convulse.

“Seriously Giselle, what did you just crack off?” My sister asked, still holding my legs down.

“N-Nothing!” Giselle responded, still laughing. “I-I moved so they could breathe. This is all from Olyvia!”

“Aww, but what about you?” Hope followed up.

“Meh, I don’t really have to fart now…” Giselle answered, casually conversing while I sobbed underneath.
“Besides, I’m sure it’ll help not taint the living room when Olyvia & I switch.”

“Why don’t we just switch now then?” Olyvia asked. Giselle’s silence made me whimper, audibly enough to make my sister laugh.

“Oh… I dunno… I still have a few minutes on the throne, Olyvia…” Giselle answered, making Olyvia groan.


…


I stayed under Giselle’s hips for several more minutes. The stench either deteriorated or was inhaled almost entirely into my traumatized respiratory system.
I felt like I was on the verge of going unconscious, but Olyvia would snap me out of it by moving around. Her butt uncomfortably massaged my stomach while she watched the movie, clearly eager for the alarm to ring.

Eventually, the sound of Hope’s alarm going off signified a partial break. I was both excited for that & fearful for what would come after.
Relief coursed through my upper body as Giselle’s ginormous posterior slowly lifted off of me. My bloodshot eyes twitched as light flooded them, forcing me to blink in an attempt to readjust them. The cooler air hitting my sweaty face made me shiver slightly.

“Mph-” Giselle stretched her back as she stood in front of me. I looked up and felt my stomach turn, seeing her patterned pajamas wedged deeply in her crack. I could tell where my nose had been exactly, and I could only watch as she dug her fingers in before hoisting the fabric back out.
“That is therapeutic…”

“It better be.” Olyvia grumbled, visibly more tired than before. “I should’ve gotten a coffee…”

“I have some Keurig cups if you want some.” Hope responded with a yawn.

“Nah, I don’t wanna be up all night…” Olyvia tiredly slid off my torso before walking past Giselle, then looked down at me again.
“... Or do I?~”

“I think Fart-face has morning shift tomorrow. Right?” My sister asked, almost as if she had forgotten my name. Exhausted, I nodded.
“Okay. Olyvia, when your hour is up, lights are out for everyone. Anyway, I’m going to bed.”

“Wait, you’re not sleeping in here?” Olyvia asked. “We always do!”

“Yeahhh, I know. But I’ve been sitting weirdly for a couple hours, and I kinda want my bed. I trust you two though, so have fun.~”

My sister walked out of the living room for the final time that night, turning off the hallway light before the sound of her door closing was followed by silence. I yawned through my nose before turning back up to Olyvia, now with crossed arms.

“Well well. Looks like I’ll be babysitting tonight.~”

“We both will…” Giselle commented, yawning too. “Ugh… I wanna go to bed though…”

“Go to bed then.” Olyvia responded. She then walked down the couch before grabbing my legs, pulling them off the cushions & turning my body. I was too fatigued to sit up, but her grabbing my shoulder & hoisting me into a sitting position made up for it.

“What are you doing?” Giselle asked. Olyvia disregarded her though, groaning as she jerked my forearms & pulled me to my feet. I whined exhaustively as she caught me with ease.
“Olyvia?”

“Mph- Taking Fart-face to bed.” She answered as she bear-hugged me. Despite being my height, my slumped posture made her loom over me still.
“You just go to sleep. I’ll be out in an hour, I promise.”

“Uhm… *Yawn*... Be gentle, Olyvia. Please…”

“Mmph…” I denied as Olyvia chuckled, wishing I could cry as the girl who scared me most dragged my nearly-lifeless body into the dark hallway. But my tear-ducts were tarnished, leaving me truly helpless. The sound of my sofa creaking under Giselle’s weight furthered that feeling of helplessness.
“Nmph-...”

“Stop crying.” Olyvia growled. “You’ll be asleep before you know it. But ‘big sister’ said that I have an hour with you, and we’re going to do it in your room.”

I was pulled to my bedroom door, where Olyvia pushed it open before continuing to shuffle me inside. She then bumped her backside into it with enough force to close it. The lights in my room suddenly turned on, making me wince while Olyvia pulled her hand away from the switch.
She then brought me over to my bed before shoving me down on it. My mattress felt truly comfortable, and I sighed as I sunk into it. It wasn’t true relief though, knowing who was behind me.

Olyvia turned my lamp on before hitting the switch again, dimming the light significantly. I then felt a grip on my legs again, followed by her hoisting me the rest of the way onto my bed. I wheezed out as I laid flat on my back again.

“Mph- There. Right where you wanted, right?” She asked, sliding a knee onto my mattress as well. My heart sank as she crawled into my bed with me.

“Nmph…”

“Shhh.~” She put a finger over my mouth. “These walls are super thin, right? Wouldn’t wanna wake everyone up.”
As she said that, her other leg slid over my still-bound arms. Olyvia slowly straddled me as she leaned her face into mine. I could feel myself trembling as her mouth came closer to my ear.
“... And you better fucking not.”

Hearing Olyvia’s whispered-threat made my heart buck. A quiet chuckle left her mouth as she leaned back up, then slowly stood up on my bed. My torso laid between her powerful, pajama-clad legs as she glared down at me.
She then turned around, once again presenting me with the ass I had grown to hate. I tiredly watched as she sat back down, roosting on me with my arms between her thighs. She then grabbed my hands & slid her thumbs between my own, gripping them tightly.

“You got off so lucky when I farted earlier.” She whispered over her shoulder, setting my hands back down & turning.
“I bet Giselle’s ass smelled like roses compared to it. I bet you wish she kept your face in her ass, right?”

I shook my head fearfully as I looked into her eyes. A quiet laugh left her mouth before she turned forward again.
“I have to fart. Have fun down there.~”

Olyvia then slid her hips back quickly, hitting me in the face hard enough to make me yelp. It was muffled however, as my nose pressed against her ass again.
I whined as the soft cotton pajamas slowly enveloped my face, eating my nose again. I was too scared to breathe, even after enduring the Hell that had taken place over the last few hours.


~Brrrrrrrph~

I tensed up as a hot, rancid fart shot up my nose. Olyvia giggled at my disgust, only quieter than usual.
The only real noise came from my involuntary gagging & weak flailing in my bed.

“Oooh, bad news for you; these are pre-poop farts.~” She purred, shaking her hips on my face. I immediately began to whine out.
“Oh, I know. These only come out before I make a bathroom uninhabitable. I might need to go to the bathroom in a bit, actually.”

“Mmng…” I whined as she leaned back, smothering me in her stench once again. The difference in smell was night-&-day; even though both were awful, her farts now were utterly toxic.


~Pffft- Poorpt~

Olyvia giggled again as she felt me jolt underneath her. I coughed hard as another shitty blast assaulted my nostrils.
Her current pose heavily labored my breathing, but she thankfully slid off my face before I would flail again.


~Brrsst!~

Just as I went to take a breath, Olyvia cracked another fart off into my face. The greedy gulp of air I expected was instead more of her eye-watering gas, making me turn my head & retch.
Olyvia chortled as she watched over her shoulder.

As I feebly readjusted myself, I turned back to see her butt close to my face again. She shook her butt again, twerking on my face after bombarding me with her gas. I groaned as she continued for several long, uncomfortable seconds, before thankfully kicking her leg over my chest again.
Olyvia straddled my arms once more before leaning in, before instantly turning back & grabbing her nose.

“Gosh- those were awful…” She commented; finally, something I could agree with.
She then leaned down again, her mouth nearly an inch from my ear.

“I have to shit.” She whispered, instantly making me shudder. “Since I’m nice, I’ll cut it short.”

“T-Thmk ymm…” I hummed through my tape, only for her to quickly pinch my nose. I yelped as she grasped it hard, but no noise left besides a pathetic, feeble squeak.

“Shut the fuck up. I wasn’t done talking.” She snarled. Now fearing for my ability to breathe, I stayed quiet.
“We’re not done just yet. I still have a bad one, and you will sniff it.” I hesitantly nodded.
“Good. However, if I do shit, I don’t wanna stain these pajama pants. So, they’re coming off.”

I tried to whine in protest but her obstructing my nose made me as quiet as a mouse; shaking my head offered the same result, and I just slowly nodded.

“That’s better.” She hissed. “And one more thing…”
Olyvia scooted closer than before; her lips now touched my ears. Her warm, fragrant breath made my mind melt.
“If you make as much as a peep when I let go of your nose, I will share that video everywhere. I’ll send it to your parents, I’ll send it to your friends, I’ll send it to that girl you talk to, I’ll send it to your boss, and I’ll send it to the rest of the fucking world. Everybody will know you as a degenerate if you make a noise. Got it?”

Shaking, I nodded. Olyvia leaned back up and, with a smile, let go of my nose.
“Good.~”

I watched in pure terror as Olyvia turned back around. She eagerly presented her butt once more, before sliding her thumbs past the waistband of her pajama bottoms. She slowly slid them down, revealing a pair of panties that failed to hide her crack.
As her pants slid under her cheeks, her hands slid up her ass before grabbing her panties. She jerked them up, covering her exposed buttcrack before letting them go with a deafening snap.

My stomach turned as her panty-clad ass hovered less than a foot from my face, then made worse when her hands slid over her cheeks. Her fingers slowly pulled them apart, with only the panties hiding her now-spread asshole.
I wanted to scream badly as I noticed the return of her titular smug expression, but her threat kept me frozen.
Without another word, she abruptly lowered her hips again. My face was consumed by her ass in an instant, and my sense of smell was bombarded with an odor earthier than the planet itself.
I wanted to gag as she sat on my face again, and upon her gripping my hair, even came close to yelping. But I stayed silent, and anxiously waited for her to release whatever demon her bowels had in store for me.


~Grrpt- Pffffrrrt- Bbbbrrpt~

I balled my fists hard as multiple wet, gulpy farts struck me deeply. My nose burned from each one, making the urge to screech overwhelming.
Olyvia kept my face planted in her ass, all while the stench permeated my nostrils. I convulsed several times, and despite her clear blackmail, it was far too overbearing to just take.
I vomited in my mouth soon after, making her let go of my hair after she heard my burp. She once again laughed quietly before lifting off my head, allowing me to turn away & hopefully get a fresh breath.

Amidst my excruciating disgust, I didn’t notice her turn around & straddle me again. She leaned back down and stared deeply into my eyes, watching me still try not to vocalize my disgust for her.
“Awww, you’re trying so hard… You really must not want that video to get out. Or actually…” Olyvia leaned into my ear again.
“You must be trying to make me happy.~”

I was too stunned to respond, with staying silent for Olyvia & the confusion of what she had just said; apparently that was the wrong reaction, as she moved her finger up to my eye. Her fingernails were dolled up from earlier, from when I walked in.

“Answer me. You just wanted to make me happy. Didn’t you?” Seeing the articulate talon at the end of her finger pointing directly at my eye, I began to nod. She lowered it, making me sigh with relief.
“Thought so. And since you’ve been so good… I’ll let you go to bed.~”

Olyvia stayed cuddled up to me as I began to cry. I hated her now more than ever for what she had just put me through, but I didn’t fight her embrace. I was still taped up, heavily fatigued, while she was just tired; let alone, much more athletic than me.
She continued to lay with me after I broke down, watching what she & her friends had put me through. I turned away from her while she rested with me, making me wonder if she planned to sleep with me. The thought alone disturbed me.

After a while, Olyvia yawned again. I watched her messy bun move up out of the corner of my eye, and drowsily felt her breath hit my ear again.

“I have a game tomorrow. When you get off work, I expect you to send a selfie from the bleachers. My brother will be there too, and I’m sure he’ll be ecstatic to meet you.~”

With that, she finally let go of me. She slid back onto the floor as I laid curled up in my bed.

“I’ll be right back with a pair of scissors. Don’t move a muscle!~” Her bubbly tone returned, as if everything she said never happened. I felt hollow as she pulled her pants back up & left my room, leaving me to sulk after 3 of the worst hours of my life.

Olyvia returned again with a pair of scissors from the kitchen, then unbound me with a few snips. My arms instantly flopped to my sides, while I stretched my unused legs. She giggled again as she set the scissors on the table next to my bed, then leaned back down again. My tension welled up as she gripped the tape on my mouth, while also leaning near my ear.

“You won’t say anything to anyone. And neither will I. Win-win.~”

*SHHPT*

I clenched my teeth as she jerked the tape off of my face. It took a bit before I took my first breath through my mouth, only to realize how horrible it tasted. Hours worth of farts passed through my nose imbued my tongue & saliva with an awful taste, and the three moments I upchucked didn’t make my oral state any better.

“Hehe- one more thing.” Olyvia’s remark made me look up. She pulled something out of her waistband before setting it on the table, grabbing the scissors as she did. My eyes lit up as I saw the small bottle of mouthwash from the bathroom.
As I reached for it, she was already at my door. I quickly took a swish of it while she opened my door, slid into the hallway, and made one more remark before leaving:

“Goodnight.~”



PROLOGUE


I felt like utter shit upon waking up. My alarm was going off louder than it ever had, my head was pounding, and my limbs hurt. I felt rough just being awake, yet I had an entire shift at work ahead of me.
I slid out of bed & turned my alarm off before sliding my phone into my pocket. I definitely didn’t have enough time to take a shower, which I so desperately needed after remembering what had transpired the night before.

This was Hope’s fault. All of the awful shit I was forced to experience last night was my sister’s doing, and I trembled angrily at the thought of her.


I stepped out of my room with a clean pair of work-clothes & hefty dousing of cologne, quickly seeing the much-anticipated mess on the couch; the comforter was barely even folded, only piled in the middle of the sofa. Hope’s door was open & the lights were off, so I was alone in the apartment.

*Bzzzt*

My phone vibrated as my second alarm went off. How I managed to wake up from the first one was shocking to me.
As I turned it off, I was paused on the spot by a row of text messages; a row for Giselle, Olyvia, and my sister.

I walked down the hallway and read them.


Giselle
“Idk when you’ll get this but I'm sorry about last night”
“I know it was really bad and you were forced into it”
“I’m really sorry that I joined in”
“I’m really bad with pressure and ik that doesn’t excuse it”
“But I always wanted you to hang out with us in the past and Olyvia said she had a plan to get you to”
“Also I hate to say it but she used my kink against me in the moment” “They both know I have a fart fetish”
“I’m sorry, I don’t want you to hate me” “Have a good day at work”


“...” I was taken aback as I scrolled to the bottom of my new DM. It seemed my bewilderment was evident, as a familiar person I took the elevator with occasionally acknowledged it.

“You look like shit.” He said with a smirk.

“Feel like it, too.” I responded with a nod, making him laugh as I stood on the opposite side of the elevator.
We both arrived at the bottom & waved our goodbyes, and as I walked to the car-park, I opened the next message.


Olyvia

“Crazy night lol”
“I’ve been thinking about u since I left this morning”
“seeya at the game, fartface😉”
“And remember, don’t tell anyone.”

“I wrote ur name on it btw 🙂how fast do u think i’ll sweat it off?”

I seethed as I approached my car. Her forcing me to see it up close was bad enough, but seeing her pose like this on my phone was an insult to injury.
As I slid into the car, I sighed a heavy sigh before staring at the last notification. My sister’s name & icon displayed, yet unlike the other girls, I couldn’t bring myself to open it.

“Please call me when you can. Have a good day at work. ily”

Seeing that pissed me off, and only made my headache worse. I continued to stare at the unopened message in my notifications for what felt like an eternity, before ultimately swiping it.
As I started my car, I remembered what her excuse always was in the past; ‘You can live with mom if you want’.
With another hefty sigh, I pulled out of my parking spot & drove to work. I now had two things to look forward to after my shift; a soccer game after work, and going home.