Plans Gone Wrong
by Eproctophile

The most beautiful butt stuck out of the refrigerator. Wayne couldn’t stop staring at how perfectly bubble-shaped it was.

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His sister’s butt. Her fart filled his nostrils now. He wished she’d bark at hm to get down on his knees and sniff it. But she likely didn’t know he was there, as she reached for the bologna to make a sandwich.

Thinking about the movie he had seen the night before, he decided to try something.

In many Bro Sis films, not only does the sister force her brother to smell her fart, but she loves doing the same to his girlfriend. In fact, forcing her brother’s girlfriend to be her toilet is often the goal of a sister in such a movie.

So what if he invited his girlfriend over, while his sister was home? The fact that Julia loved farting could not be denied.

He didn’t think about if it was fair to Alyssa to invite her. To Wayne, being farted on by Julie was such a treasure that anyone should want it, right? So it should be a reward to Alyssa.

So he called her.

“Hey, Alyssa. What do you say to movie night at my place?”

“No parents, right?” she asked. “We’re seniors in high school now. Sven never got that.”

Sven was her ex. Kind of a freaky guy. He was on the wrestling team, the Mathletes, and in debate.

A lot of girls wanted him, including Julia, when she still attended Stevenson High. Now she was in college though, home for spring break.

She would be a fart major in the fall. Which she would need a butt-slave for. She didn’t talk much about that with Wayne of course. Last time she brought it up, she said, “Oh, it’s weird discussing this with you, I’m sorry.”

But he was sure she didn’t have a butt-slave planned yet. And that’s why he hoped this plan would work.

When Sven chose Alyssa, Julia had taken a picture of her and cut it n pieces.

He hadn’t told her he was dating Alyssa, though. This was part of the plan.

“Of course I’ll come,” Alyssa said, on the phone. “What are we watching?”

“Farting Girls Never Sleep,” he told her.

“Oh, an awesome one!” she said. “I’ll definitely be there.”

Wayne had to do a backflip in his living room. She took the bait. Now just to make sure Julia would be here Wednesday night.

“Hey Julia,” he asked, Tuesday morning, as she bit into a waffle. “Will you be here tomorrow night?”

“It’s rude to interrupt a girl when she’s eating,” she said.

“I’m just making convo. Wondering if you’ll be here, you know.”

“I’ll be at the gym in the afternoon,” she said. “Building up a sweat.”

And toning her butt muscles so she could release more fart. I read the book that came out last year about what one young woman went through durng her time as a far major.

“But I should be back about six thirty or seven,” she said. “Since I have no one to fart on yet.”

You will tomorrow, her brother thought.

He never knew how frustrating it was to wait. Sure, when he was a kid having to wait till the next day for going to Disney World was insane. But this was different. What he was wating for was to smell his sister’s fart, but in order to do so he felt he needed to undertake a roundabout way to make it happen.

He didn’t know what to do with himself all day. He tried skateboarding, walking around the mall, and even studying for next week’s exam. But nothing seemed to occupy his time well.

All he could think about was his sister’s butt and how tomorrow at last he’d be able to smell her fart.

At last he decided to go to the arcade. There was a new game that had finally come in. Sister Fart Dream. He had to wait in line to play it, though.

A girl in front of him turned around and said, “Hey, I know I don’t know you, but there’s a two-player option. Wanna try it out?”

“Sure,” he said.

“Great,” she said. “You be the brother, and I’ll be the sister.”

“Sounds like a party to me,” he said.

He looked this girl over. She had red hair that fell past her waist. He couldn’t really see her butt hidden behind all those tresses. But it didn’t matter, only his sister’s butt was worth looking at.

Finally, it was their turn.

“Ready?” she asked, looking at him as she pulled her headset on. “I’m going to fart on you, hard.”

It took him a second to realize she was talking about the game. “Um, sure,” he said. “But you’ll have to catch me first.”

The game started, and he saw that as the brother he had the option to run and hide. They were in a house setting, so hiding seemed the best option.

He hid in a room with boxes. Then he thought how in a two-player game, the other player could just look at your screen and see where you are.

And sure enough the sister in the game began knocking on the door.

“Looks like I need a password to get in,” the redhead said. She sat up and put her butt in his face, parting her hair

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It smelled so terrible, steak and potatoes with boiled eggs. He wanted to get out of here and just wait for his sister’s fart the next day.

The redhead punched a button on the side of the machine. Straps wrapped around Wayne’s arms. He struggled to break free of them, but they wouldn’t come loose.

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…went the redhead’s butt.

Even more foul smells filled his nostrils. He gagged repetitively. If only this were his sister, then it’d be fun.

“Oh, look, I got through the door,” she said, lowering her butt so he could see the screen. The sister avatar had stepped into the room where her brother was hiding. She stepped over to where he cowered behind a giant bow. Lifting him up, she stuffed him into the box.

“I’m going to fart on you, bro,” she said. “And it’s going to smell really bad.”

She perched herself on top of the box, popped a pill in her mouth and made her butt cover the whole top of the box so he couldn’t escape and farted on him nonstop.

YOU LOSE appeared on Wayne’s screen.

“I think a loser deserves another huge fart,” the redhead said, pushing her butt hard into his face this time into the chair back.

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“Hey, look at those two!” someone shouted.

Wayne was glad they’d finally be noticed and he would be free from this predicament.

“We should enter those two in the Sister Fart Dream photo contest! This arcade is sure to win with such an amazing couple!”

“Wll you do it?” an arcade clerk asked.

“Sure,” the redhead said.

“Great.”

The redhead pulled her headset off and stepped out of the area of the game. Then the clerk pushes a button, freeing Wayne.

Several college girls surround Wayne, leading him to a spot against a wall corner. They pushed hm down so he was on his knees.

The girls parted so the redhead could sep forward, and stand with her butt to his face.

“Perfect place for ya,” she said, grinning as she looked back at hm.

One of the clerks came over with a camer.

“Now fart so the picture is natural. Yes, yes, that’s it!” he said, clicking away.

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“Yeah, we’re guaranteed to win with this shot!” the clerk said. “Now we need your names and contact info just in case we do win.”

Wayne didn’t want to put his info down, but the redhead whispered in his ear, “If you don’t cooperate, I’ll keep you as a fart slave for the next two days. I can drag you to my apartment and you won’t see daylight for so long. And you’ll only have my fart for comfort.”

So he put down his info.

“Wait, let me dial the number he put down to make sure he didn’t fake it,” the redhead said. She did so, and Wayne’s phone rang. He answered it. “Hello?”

“Good, you didn’t try trickery,” she said. She held out her hand, waving the clerk away. “By the way, I’m Susan,” she said. “And your face and my butt will see a lot of each other in future. Now I have your number!” she said, laughing loudly as she walked toward the exit of the arcade. Then she turned back and whispered in his ear. “If I were your sister, you’d never get to breathe fresh air. Only my fart. All the time.”

Wayne blushed at these words, as Susan danced out of the arcade. Did she guess what he wanted from Julia? Nah, she didn’t know he had a sister at all. Right.

Speaking of which, he had to prep for the next day.

He entered flower shop to get the smell of Susan’s fart out of his nostrils. It took a couple of hours before he was sure he felt fine.

Finally he went home and sent a text to Alyssa, making sure she still intended to come the next night.

“Of course!” the text said. “I cannot wait.”

She had no idea what was in store for her, though.

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Thought it felt like it took forever, the next evening finally arrived.

Alyssa donned a pair of sweatpants and a gray sweatshirt as she prepared to go to the gym.

Wayne thought her butt looked great even in those clothes. Soon she’d be farting on him. Which he had hoped for such a long time.

Half an hour after she left, there was a knock on the door. He opened it to the face of his beautiful blond girlfriend.

“Excited to see me?” she asked, winking.

“Absolutely,” he said. Though not for the reason you’re thinking, he thought.

“So, I take it your parents are out?” she asked.

“There’s no way I’d invite a girl over if my parents were here.”

“Just make sure,” she said, setting her bag down. “Sven was really bad with that.”

“Please, we’re seniors,” he said. “We don’t need supervision.”

“Nah, but I might be into doing naughty things with ou tonight,” she said, tickling him under the chin.

“After the movie,” he said.

“Yes, after that,” she said. “Since it’ll excite us.”

But by the time the movie ends, you won’t be in a position for us to do those things.

“Let me order a pizza,” he said.

“Okay,” she said. “Make it supreme.”

“Sure will,” he said, phoning Pizza Hut.

“It’ll be forty-five minutes to an hour before it arrives,” the person on the other end said when he had placed his order.

“Sweet,” Wayne said, hanging up. That might give Alyssa enough time to come bac before their pizza got there.

He put the Blu Ray in the player and got on the couch, where Julia cuddled up next to him as the movie started.

On the screen, two popular actresses walked into a school gymnasium and began farting up the place.

“We’re looking for fart slaves,” one of them said.

“But only winners can serve us in this,” said the other.

“So let the competition begin!”

Then they proceeded to hold races on land and in the water, and coordinated some a basketball match and soccer match.

“Those guys sure do a lot just to be farted on by two girls,” Alyssa said.

Midway through the movie, even the girls started getting into the sports and games.

And then, as if on cue, Julia burst the front door open.

“What’s that car doing out there?” she asked. “Guess you have a visitor.”

She hadn’t looked at the couch as she said this, closing the door. Then she turned around. And saw Alyssa .

“You!” she screeched. What are you doing in my house?”

“Excuse me? I’m Wayne’s girlfriend.”

“Wayne never mentioned you,” Julia said.

“Perhaps because he knows you hate me, judging by how you’re looking at me.”

Wayne was ecstatic. His plan was going perfectly. Soon he’d smell his sister’s fart.

Julia shoved Alyssa into the couch. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to do to you for a long tme,” she said.

“Get off me!” Alyssa screeched, but Julia pushed her face down into the seat of the couche and sat on it, grinding hard.

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It smelled so bad that Wayne had to recoil. Yet, it had to be worse for Alyssa since Julia’s beautiful butt was right in her face.

It smelled like eggs and cheese and cabbage.

Oh and Julia’s butt was also dripping with sweat from her workout. She still wore the gray sweatpants and sweathshirt. Which made it smell much worse for his girlfriend snce her nostrils were blasted with the odor of perspiration in addition to the foul rancidness of the flatulence.

He crouched down and tried to surreptitiously bring his face near her butt. However, the doorbell rang, interrupting this plan.

“Go answer it, doofus,” Julia said, kicking him. She didn’t acknowledge the position she caught him in This confused him. Did she somehow know he wanted to smell her fart? Maybe she read his journal.

But if that were true, she’d force him to smell her fart outright, wouldn’t she?

Ah well Better answer the door.

The pizza delivery girl grinned at hm as he opened the door. “Hey, Wayne,” she said.

It took him a bit to realize who it was. Her hair was in twintails now and she wore a pizza hat which made it tough to make out her bright blue eyes at first.

“Susan?” he asked.

“Yep, it’s me!” she said. She handed him the pizza.

“How much I owe you?”

“Well, if you let me eat a couple of slices, you get a 20% discount.”

“Really now?” he said. “Well, you’ll have to come in, then. If you have time.”

“Yes,” she said. “I can come in. This is my last delivery for the night.”

“Sweet.”

She entered, and then noticed Julia.

Here’s where she screams from the smell, Wayne thought.

“Julia, it’s you! I don’t believe it!”

“You two know each other?” Wayne asked.

“Of course,” Julia said. “Susan’s my roommate at college. Both of us are majoring in fart when the sophomore year begins in August.”

“Did Wayne tell you he and I encountered each other at the arcade yesterday?” Susan asked.

“No, he didn’t. But excuse me for not being conversational for a moment. I have to fart.”

“Of course!” Susan said. “Let it all out!”

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Susan got on the couch and sniffed long and hard near Julia’s butt, breathing in the fart she had just released.

Wayne was immensely jealous of Susan now. Julia patted her head, saying, “Good girl.”

“Now for that pizza,” Susan said, standing up. She ripped off the pizza hat and undid the ribbons keeping her hair in twintails so it fell down in a cascade across her back.

She took a couple of slices from the box and placed them on the plate Wayne had intended to use. Then she bit into one of them.

“Susan, I need you to hold her while I do something,” Julia said.

“Uh, sure,” Susan said, parting her hair and slamming her butt down on Alyssa’s face. From what Wayne could catch of her expression, she was super confused to how she got into this mess, as well as furious she had to smell all this, in addition to hurt that Wayne wasn’t attempting to stop t.

“I’m allowed to fart on her, right? Not sure I can hold this in.”

“Go ahead,” Julia said, with a wave of her hand.

“Will do,” Susan said.

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“Gosh, your farts stink so much!” Julia said, waving her hand in front of her face.

“You’re one to talk,” Susan said, merrily.

Wayne only now noticed what Julia was doing. She lowered her pants and panties, displaying her bare ass to the room.

Then she began jogging in place for a couple of minutes. Wayne was so mesmerized by her butt that he watched her movements hardly finding the strength to restrain himself from his desires to kiss it.

Then with all that sweat buildup, she sat down on the pizza, and rubbed herbutt on it some more.

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Squat!

Wayne had heard that sound before. It meant that she was doing something worse to their pizza than merely farting on it.

She didn’t stop either till the remainder of the pizza had been covered in it.

Then she stood up.

“Eat a slice, brother,” she commanded. “Or Susan will poop in your mouth.”

“Are we really ready for that?” Susan asked. “I only met him yesterday.”

“But you want to defecate on his tongue, don’t you?”

“Definitely,” Susan said, grinning.

Naturally, Wayne didn’t want to taste her poop. So he took a slice of pizza. It was all wet and icky, his sister’s diarrhea spilling all over his fingers.

He bit into it and began chewing. He spit it out into a napkin.

“That’s it. Susan, go greet his taste bugds with you feces.”

“Gladly,” Susan said, shoving him hard into the floor and wrenching his mouth open.

She sat atop his lips and grunted. He struggled to break free, but like Julia, Susan worked out every day.

“It’s no use struggling, you won’t get me off,” she said, gleefully.

Then a long log dropped from her anus nto his mouth. It was the worst thing he had ever tasted. But unlike the diarrhea-swamped pizza he had bitten into, there was no way to spit this out. He was forced to chew in order to be able to breathe.

Two more logs graced his lips, He tried to clench his jaw shut, but Susan pried it open again with a wrench.

“You are not going to keep my poop out!” she screamed. More and more dropped. He felt his breathing space getting smaller and smaller.

He had to try to block this predicament out somehow, or numb the horrifying experience a bit. And so he listened to what was going on with Julia and Alyssa.

His sister let out another long fart on his girlfriend.

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Then she stepped away. “Now then, princess,” she said. “It’s time for you to taste diarrhea pizza. It’s wonderful; you’ll love it. And if you hate it, that makes me happier. Because you’re going to have that or something similar as the only things you eat for a long time.”

A sound of roughhandling reached Wayne’s ears.

“I said eat a slice!” Julia bellowed.

“You can’t make me eat my favorite pizza with your diarrhea on it!”

“Yes I can, boy stealer!”

Wait, you’re doing this because that lousy parent-loving loser chose me over you? How embarrassing.”

“You’re right, Sven is a loser,” Julia barked. “I was thinking of making him my butt-slave, until I read Wayne’s journal entry for today, in which he planned to have you here so I could fart on him.”

“No way,” Alyssa said, sounding hurt. She sniffed. “You’re making that up, aren’t you?”

“Absolutely not. He wanted you here to serve his selfish desires. And that’s when it hit me. You’d make a wonderful butt-slave.”

“I’m a winner, though,” Alyssa said, shaking. “Winners shouldn’t be butt-slaves.”

“Honestly, I’d rather hae a winner take my farts and other anus releases than a loser,” Julia said. “So of course I decided to take up this opportunity.”

“But I don’t want to taste your diarrhea or smell your farts!”

“Of course you don’t. If you wanted it, there’d be no point. They don’t call it butt-slavery for nothng.”

“You can’t make me…”

Suddenly Julia got furious. She slammed Alyssa into the pizza box, sat on the back of her hair, and let loose a steady stream of diarrhea.

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“You disgusting pixie! Get off me!”

“I refuse. You are going to be my butt-slave, and that is fnal.”

“You ruined my hair.”

“It looks fine. It might smell terrible if you went on a date. But since my dorky brother is your boyfriend, that won’t be a problem either.”

“Let me go.”

“Nope,” Julia said, putting her knees around Alyssa’s neck, squeezing hard.

“I’m hungry!”

“You know what you’re supposed to do for food.”

“It’s bad enough you want to soak my hair with your diarrhea as if it were shampoo. But there is no way any of that nastiness is going in my body.”

“Oh, but you’re thirsty too, aren’t you?” Julia asked.

“Um, yes,” Alyssa said, cautiously.

“Well, I have the perfect drink for you.”

Julia then pushed Alyssa back onto the couch, cranked her mouth open, and set her vag over Alyssa’s lips.

Wayne saw this part out of the corner of his eye. Susan had stopped pooping in his mouth, but now she had gone to farting.

Julia extracted a bottle of Gatorade from her gym bag. It had only a seventh of the bottle’s previous contents remaining. Raising it to her lips, she drained the remaining liquid in it.

“Gotta stay refreshed when at the gym,” she said.

“You drank almost that whole bottle at one two hour session?”

“One?” Julia said. “I drank three!”

She displayed the empty bottles, placing them on the coffee table near the pizza box.

“And now here’s a drink for the princess, straight from my urethra!”

She looked so gleeful as the river of urine leaked out into Alyssa’s mouth. She must not have used the bathroom at all since she drank the first Gatorade because thhe stream kept coming and coming for fifteen minutes straight.

“Pizza probably cold by now,” Susan said.

“Heat it up, then,” Julia said. “Little miss princess here needs to taste it.”

Susan scooped up three slices onto a plate and carried it toward the microwave.

“Yes, that’s good,” Julia said.

After twenty seconds, Susan pulled the pizza out. “The microwave is pretty dirty now, though.”

“Don’t worry,” Julia said. “I’ll force Wayne to clean it with his tongue. Or maybe Alyssa. I dunno which.”

By now, Alyssa was too hungry to protest when Julia placed the plate of steaming hot pizza, complete with diarrhea before her.

“Wait, I need to coat it with another layer,” Julia said, befor Alyssa took a bite.

Jogging in place for another couple of minutes to ensure her butt got nice and sweaty, She plopped it down, grinding the perspiration into the slices and smiling at Alyssa.

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Splat!

Standing up, she barked at Alyssa to eat.

Grimacing, Alyssa raised a slice to her lips, and bit down. Wayne was guessing she could hardly taste the sausage and veggie and pepperoni piles on it, let alone the cheese and tomato sauce and crust.

It was tough to taste any of those things because of the thick coat of diarrhea melting over them.

Two layers of diarrhea at that, one fresh out of Julia’s anus, the other having sat there for awhle and then heated.

Tears slipped down Alyssa’s face.Wayne could guess what she was thinking. By this time, they would’ve been making hot monkey love from how she had hoped their schedule would go. But then it had been ruined by Julia barging in on their date.

And then the realization struck her hard. Wayne had set this up, knowing his sister would target her for farting on if she found her at their house. He had wanted this, the boyfriend she thought would help her forget about Sven and his dorkiness, instead leading her into a trap.

She ate the second and third slices on her plate, getting gloomier and gloomier.

“So, Susan and I have an announcement to make to both of you,” Julia said. Both girls stood side by side, one in a Pizza Hut uniform, the other in just a sweatshirt, her lady parts visible for her brother and his girlfriend to see.

“I already informed you that I intend to make Alyssa my butt-slave,” Julia said. “But what you don’t know yet is—“

“That you’re mine!” Julia said, looking down at Wayne.

“What?” he asked, his voice hoarse from all the poop he had swallowed.

“Ever since I farted on you at the arcade yesterday, I can’t get you out of my head. I need you under my butt, ready at hand whenever I have to fart or poop or anything.”

“And since you’ve been dreaming of my fart so much it should be good enough that you get to be my roommate’s butt-slave, right?” Julia asks.

Wayne began coughing. Susan’s fart tasted much worse than Julia’s. He didn’t’ want to be her butt-slave.

“Oh, shut him up,” Julia said. “I need to drag this one over for some cleaning busness with her tongue.”

“I’m not sticking my head in a microwave!” Alyssa shouted.

“Well, then, you’ll be licking out my ass whle Wayne does it,” Julia sad.

“I will never stick my tongue in your ass,” Alyssa said.

“Oh, but you will butt-slave. Because if you don’t, I’ll drop poop down your throat. And trust me, my poop is worse than my fart, diarrhea, and pee plus Susan’s gases and soldis combined.”

“Hey, having terrible-tasting poop is nothing to brag about,” Susan said.

“Wasn’t bragging. Just warning. Though Alyssa will have to get used to it eventually. I might decide she’s worthy of my poop tonight.”

“You’re sick,” Alyssa sid, sticking her tongue out.

Julia quickly too the moment to sanap her butthole over the blond girl’s tongue before it could retreat inside her mouth.

“And yet I’m not the one who has her tongue up her boyfriend’s sister’s anus,” Julia sneers.

Susan dragged Wayne over to the microwave and shoved his head in.

“Clean, you filthy boy! Also be prepared for some terrible-smelling farts. I’m not stopping for hours.”

Perching on his shoulders, she began the onslaught.

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His head being cramped in the tiny box, the farts flooded over all his senses. This wasn’t what he wanted. But Julia and Susan sure were happy. If only he could swap places with Alyssa…