Like Mother Like Daughters
by Voidmasterdom

The bright sun sprayed yellow light into the kitchen, the gleaming surfaces of the surfaces reflecting the bleached lustre outwards. I stretched and smiled, yawning as my arms came down in an arch and rubbed up against the small cotton gym shorts wrapped around my hips.

Mom was humming as she dried the dishes. Her brunette hair, straightened and shoulder length, sprung from her crown and was cast upon the collar of her navy jumper. She wore jeans which hugged her shapely legs. Her clean, manicured fingers caressed the dishes as the tune came out of her mouth like the song of a bird, sweet and feminine. She was 42, but looked younger. I wanted to look like her when I was her age.

My own brunette hair was thicker, and at the moment plastered to my top in a messy wave of fur. Still, the round cuteness of my face stuck out from beneath the mop, and as I had passed the mirror on the stairs I complimented myself. I looked good, I deserve it.

Then I heard a pained moan and realised that she was using our slave. Attached to the sink was two rings at either side, where sprung from two hands cuffs was the kneeling figure of the family fart goblin. His neck stretched into his face which was pressed up against the denim ass of my mother as she leans her weight onto him. Trust me, that's not a great place to be after my mom has had breakfast.

'You're up early', mom said as she cleaned the dishes from her breakfast, 'there's some egg, tomato, and sausage on the pan, and some beans and mushroom in the pot. I've already had my breakfast so help yourself, but leave some for your sister. I'll have to get her up soon.'

'Thank you', I muttered through a yawn as I itched at my bum. I looked at the breakfast and grinned. Slave is going to have a long morning ahead of him. I grabbed a plate and piled up the food as my empty stomach gnawed at me in reaction to the smell of the fry up. Mom was really great at making a English Breakfast and we had them every weekend.

As I sat and ate I watched as my mom, who gently swayed her hips, suddenly stop. Motionless, she held her position for a few moments, and I could tell that she was tensing her gut. Then I heard the brassy ripple of a fart echo deep into Slave's nose. It was a long, manly fart which was muffled as Slave's nostrils was flooded with her breakfast gas. He began to cry out as he pulled at his binds but it was no use, his nose was not leaving her ass. As I chuckled mom released a sharp 'Ahh', before continuing to wash the dishes.

'Gross', I said, still giggling as Slave's breathing becomes pained as it takes in the full extent of her fart.

'That's how you know those beans are working', she said, chuckling, 'it makes the poor slave cry out. God, it must smell pretty bad, he's really struggling. I've been trumping all morning so he's very upset'. As she said this our fart goblin was still trying to pull at his binds. I don't blame him, I know how bad my mom's farts can be. He sniffed of course, because he knew the consequences, but this just made him struggle even more. I would sure hate to be him right now, after she's had such a huge breakfast. I didn't pity him, through, because he was put on this earth to sniff the farts of my mom, myself, and my sister.

The slave was still whining when my mom finished the pots. She grabbed from the side the portable fart harness, and quickly wrapped it around herself and the slave's head, securing him tightly in her ass.

'When you finish your breakfast, I'll let you use him. I'm just a little gassy right now so I need to get rid of a few toots', mom said, much to the dismay of Slave who realized that he would soon have to sniff several of my mom's English breakfast farts.

'Good', I say, shuffling my ass on the wooden seat, 'after this meal I'm going to need to spend some time using him.'

My mom giggled and as she did a small toot squeezed out of her bum, which caused her to giggle some more as the slave moaned and sniffed the fart reluctantly, making a sort of tiny squeal as the smell went up his nostrils.

'That was nothing, fart goblin', she said through her chuckle, 'what about this?'

My mom grunted and swayed her hip to the side as her ass released a muffled, deep, long ripple of a fart. Slave didn't have any time to react to her statement before the behemoth of a fart was echoing inside his nostrils. Instantly, he was plunged into a fit of shrieks and convulsing fits, as my mom's hips held firm and his face was trapped against an ass which had just released something disgusting. I got a small whiff of the fart and felt my eyes almost water. God, that was rotten.

I gagged, 'mom, stand away, I can smell it from here.'

Mom just laughed as she wafted the air, 'You're right, that one's really smelly. I'm just getting rid of my morning trumps. You should go in the room whilst I let this next one out, it's going to really stink.'

I finished my breakfast quickly to avoid the upcoming fart. It was too late, through, because as soon as I placed the plate into the sink I felt the wet vibrations of my mom's ass vibrate against the slave's open nostrils. It was a disgusting, loud explosion of a fart which led our slave to scream in pain and my mother to laugh. As she laughed, a fart roared out of her ass, pausing and beginning ever second as it choreographed it's nasty release with my mom's laughter. The sound alone reminded me who the real master of farts was in the house, my sister and I were bad but that thing was inhuman.

'Oh my god', I yelled, holding my nose as the kitchen became flooded with the rotten smell of a thousand decaying eggs. It was one of the strongest farts I had smelled in a while, and I felt the bile rise in my throat as the goblin's incessant screaming was drowned by my mom's laughter and dry heaves. Her face was red as she held her nose, almost choking through her laughs, her hand perpetually wafting the thick cloud of fart which escaped the grasp of my slave's withered nostrils.

'I'm sorry, that's absolutely putrid. I have to go before I puke.'

'Good idea', my mom said, still chuckling, the man's face tied to her ass still vibrating as he wept, 'I have some more coming and they're going to stink up the kitchen.'

As I left the kitchen and awaited my turn in the room I heard a roaring fart echo in the kitchen, loud, long, and bubbly. My mom laughed heartily before audibly gagging at the smell, her voice drowning out as our slave's cries reached an high pitched piggish squealing.

Sitting on the sofa, I relaxed, feeling my gut expand with the gas which would soon be ready to release upon the face of our family slave. God, I feel so full all of a sudden, my small belly visibly expanded within my short sleeved top, and every few seconds a loud rumble emanated from above my clutching asshole, held back and ready to make it's violent stink available to the poor thing beneath me.

After letting out a few more farts, my mom walked into the room. Her face was red and the slave was crying behind her. Clearly she had given him something really foul. He was exhausted, and as my mom unlatched the bond, he collapsed backwards onto the floor beneath her. I wanted to drag him to me but I was holding back a fart and I was afraid that I'd let it loose in the air. I needn't worried, however, as my mother grabbed the slave and violently forced him to his knees.

'No breaks for you, fart gobbler. I think Amy is ready for you now.'

'P-please. I don't wan- wan- wanna g-go in t-t-there'.

We both giggled as my Mom ignored his pleads and started to drag him towards me.

'Quickly', I say, clutching my belly, 'I have gotta cut a big one and I want him to gobble it up.'

'Here you go', My mom says, bringing his face close to the sofa. I lift my hip up and she squeezes his face beneath my gym shorts clad ass. I love wearing soft pants, he can sniff my ass better, and more of the fart escapes. I ensure that my legs are pinning down his arms whilst my Mother takes a step back. Then, I tense, and release the trump.

It is a deep, bubbly fart which I feel force its way up the nostrils of our slave as he begins to inhale. He screams begin before the fart ends, and me and mom share a laugh as the stink begins to leak out from my ass, causing my mom to waft the air before leaving the room. It stinks! It's really warm and eggy, so strong it's burning my nostrils, never mind his. Almost a minute passes before his screams die down, and I want him to smell another.

'Another fart so soon?' I say, shuffling my hips above the moaning goblin beneath me, 'god, you're fucked.'

It was an airy quiet one, but it must've stunk because slave boy tried his best to pry his nose from the source of his misery as the cloud of SBD lingered in his tortured nostrils. No such luck was granted, and soon he had accepted defeat, wallowing in self-pity as his torture continued, the smell of my previous farts permanently burned into his nostrils like a sulfuric tattoo. He laid beneath me, the skin of his heated face had absorbed the smell, and he groaned and twisted and cried tears of defeat.

I watched TV, shifting my ass from side to side. Unlike my mom and sister, I can't fart that often. Trust me, when I do, they can burn your nostrils, but whatever gene gave my mom such an ability to rip ass so frequently was passed down to my sister, not me. Because of this, he has an easier time serving me over my mom and my sister. It might not seem like it when his tears dampen my cotton shorts after I've dropped some meaty bomb, but he suffers a little less when my bottom is atop his nose. Because of this, I don't fart for a while, and I save my gas for later.

At some point, my sister got up and dragged herself into the kitchen. The sound of her footsteps on the floor caused him to whimper as he awaited what would come for him when she gobbled down her breakfast. I decided then to make his last moments under my ass real hell, to remind him that everybody in this house see's him as a nothing more than an ugly, worthless fart sponge.

I don't warn him, because I don't want him to prepare for the attack. Instead I just tense before pushing and releasing a large chunk of my brewing gas in the form of a large, bubbling, rank explosion of acidic fart. It feels amazing loosening that beast from my asshole, and I feel the force of it suck out inside me. I didn't even intend to time it with his breathing, but he was inhaling at the time, and the fart had been suctioned deep inside his nostrils.

He cried out and his legs began to kick. I audibly giggled at his struggles but didn't move an inch. I was too heavy for him and my asshole was going nowhere until my sister was ready for him. I mean, I had another two good rips left.

The first of these farts came soon after, whilst his struggling form beneath me was still crying out. A part of it seeped out quietly, before the rest of it was suddenly expunged from my anus in a loud trumpet which didn't last long but was violently strong and caused my slave to convulse and dry heave under my ass. His breath pushed hard against my ass crack but it was no use, his nostrils were full of fart.

My sister came in as his screams died down. She had long hair, brown like my own, but a little lighter, and worse on her petite frame a pair of gym shorts, much like my own, and a baggy t-shirt which hung over her. She walked in fast, causing my slave to whimper once more underneath my ass.

'Sis, you better hurry up. I had two helpings and I really need to fart.'

I laugh, 'Cindy, you always need to fart.'

'Exactly, which is why he needs to be beneath my bum right now. I have the worst case of English Breakfast farts', she flicked back her fringe and smiled, shaking her hips slightly. How can such a cute lady be so foul?

'Don't worry, I just have one last fart for our little fart bitch.'

I let loose. It was a long, gritty fart which felt almost solid, and it hit him like a bunch of breaks.

'Nice one', my sister laughed as the slave kicked his feet and screamed.

I got up off of him as he was still screaming. His voice filled the room like a dying animal, causing me and my sister to laugh as he twisted and breathed in the room's tainted air as if it was the only fresh air he had in months. Well, it probably was, but his oxygen wasn't going to be lacking of ass smog soon, not if Cindy had anything to say about it.

Cindy skipped towards him and stared at him, her pimpled smile masking the evil deeds she fantasied about in her mind. Evil deeds that their fart goblin would endure, probably for a long time, until mom was ready to use him around dinner time. As she was staring at him, her ass made a short hissing noise.

'Oops', she chuckled in a minx fashion, holding her hand elegantly against her smooth lips, 'I let that one slip.'

Instantly her rotten egg fart was burning through the atmosphere. I almost choked, holding my nose and running to the other side of the room. She wafted her butt air towards him and he gagged loudly. His reaction was priceless, and I knew she had done this on purpose. She wanted him to really understand how unbearable the next few hours would be for him.

Turning around, she plopped her bottom against his face. Rather than risk his escape (she was the weakest of us, after all), she had chained his arms to the eye bolts hidden beneath the cushions of the sofa, so that no matter what she had in store for him, he would be down there to take it. The smell of the SBD must still have been etched deep into her shorts, because he began to cry underneath her as he breathed in her still fresh bowel air.

I sat across from her, listening as a thick, rancid bubbling exited my sister's butt. It was extremely loud, and very disgusting. She smiled, seemingly nonchalant despite the show her fart snorter was making beneath her. He kicked far more than he did beneath me, and now his break underneath me was over, he understood the suffering Cindy would put him through.

I recall seeing his for the first time. My mom had put up the ad for the roommate, of course masking her true intentions. When he came, me and my sister hid in the closet and watched as he was shown around the house. That was one times his face lacked a grimace of fear, pain, and disgust. My mom had started his permanent, life long slavery to us soon after he had signed the tenancy agreement. His figure, trapped under my sister's ass, was now broken from our abuse, and the man that entered our house that day would never escape it.

Cindy farted constantly. The air was becoming thick with the stench that escaped the family fart sniffer's nostrils. He kept buckling underneath her, screaming out for help, help that would never come. Every minute the smell beneath got thicker as layer after layer of her farts assaulted his already tortured nostrils.

Even I felt sickened by his suffering at one point, not out of pity for him but due to the disgusting sounds that echoed across the room towards me. It was disgusting, but Cindy loved every second of it. She was the most sadistic bitch I had ever met. Even mom wouldn't put him through the pain that she did, even if her farts were worse overall, at least he had a break once in a while. Still, his agony was not enough, and soon she I saw her grin widen as she began to move her hips about as her pants moved. That's when slave boy began to cry out in fear. Oh god, she was about to introduce him to her bare ass.

'I'm gonna go bare, I think this next one's gonna' be a full blown shart.'

She ignored his newfound energy which resulted in his inhuman cries and shuffled about before scrunching her face up in effort and pushing out the shart. It was wet and filled the air with it's squelchy assault. The slave beneath her screamed until his throat was burned and all he had left was to continue enduring the liquid demon fart which would linger around him, forever. The sound of it was strange through, almost too distant. I looked towards her and dry heaved in my mouth. She had managed to pry his mouth open and had let loose the shart into his open mouth.

'Oh my god, that was so wet', Cindy struggled to say through laughter, 'that was so nasty. You could snorkel in that one.'

I couldn't take this anymore. I ran out of the room, breathing heavily, and decided to wait in my room until after dinner. Sometimes I heard his feet bang hard against the floor downstairs, probably in reaction to one of Cindy's frequent gut bombs which blasted into his mouth.

A few hours later, I was called down for dinner. I had got over the awful sounds Cindy had produced in Goblin's mouth, and was ready to feast and use our slave once more.

The sight of his face in my mom's ass greeted me when I entered the kitchen. My sister was already chowing down on the large bowl of curry my mom had made. There was a wicked smell of cheesy fart, and the slave was buckling, trying to escape my mom's harness. Clearly, she had let rip on his face.

I smiled. The cycle had began anew, just as it would for years to come. I sat down and ate my curry, looking forward to seating myself on Slave's face after the meal.