By: jentix1
PART 1
Oh yes, haha! I did it!”
On the TV screen, a red-cloaked duck wielding a needle celebrated victory. William leaned back with a huge grin. “Finally beat the game,” he said to himself, feeling that short burst of satisfaction that always came before the quiet emptiness of finishing something you’ve worked on for days.
The living room was silent. He was alone at least for a moment.
"BOOM" the door swings open. "William!, im home" a chubby looking woman runs at and bellieflops on his lap.
“Marie!” he yelped as the couch let out a worrying crack.
"Crack doof" the couch breaks down.
"For fuck sakes Marie!" We just bought this couch, and get of me you smell like pussy" williams arms are stuck under need her. Her ass points at him.
Pssssssst pst
A nasty SBD short right up his nose from that angle.
He begins to squirm and gag. "Fuck.. off.. fatass" he can say between.
"Wooow, not even a hello. Now you have to make it up to me"
Bbbrrtltltlt
A bubbly fart erupted from nowhere, echoing off the walls like a tiny trumpet of doom. The stench of expired milk filled the air. Marie doubled over, tears streaming down her cheeks not from the smell, but from laughter. William, on the other hand, gagged, eyes watering in pure agony, praying for fresh air soon.
"Im suprised you know the smell of pussy. Sitting all like a wanna be shut-in."
William normally would have asked Marie where she had been, but in his current state, all he wanted was a breath of normal air.
Marie and William have been friends for a very long time. Both in need of a place to live, they decided to split the rent. At 24 years old, they’ve shared more than a decade of friendship, having met in high school.
They also have something else in common: they both like women. When Marie first met William, she assumed he was gay. He didn’t seem interested in her the way other guys did. Taking this as a personal challenge, she made it her mission to tease him relentlessly, pushing boundaries just to see how he’d react. When he gets hard.
She turns around facing the tv. "Cool, you finally finished this game. That deserves a reward".
Ppprrdr pfft prrrrrrftt
William was met with three hairblowing farts. The smell of eggs is all he could could register.
He put his last effort to squirm before giving up.
Marie didnt feel anything poking. She sighed in disappointment and slid off him.“Look what I got.” She dangled a pair of handcuffs in front of him.
“How did you get that?” William asked, his brow furrowed.
“I took it,” she said, laughing evilly.
A look of concern and disapproval crossed his face. “You stole cuffs… from the police?!”
“Hihihihi, relax, man. It’s from the magician. And yes, I’ll return them… you should have seen your face!”
William exhaled sharply. “Let’s just eat some dinner.”
After finishing their meal and cleaning up, they went to bed, the mischievous glint in Marie’s eyes lingering even as the lights went out. "I'm going to bed ,so dont bother me."
“She must be really tired… it’s 11 p.m., and she’s already in bed.” With no new game to play, William decided to call it an early night too.
“Urgh… what’s that smell? Marie must have been farting in my room again.”
He opened the window and flopped onto his bed, ignoring the first warning sign. A warm breeze drifted in, brushing across his face, carrying with it the faint scent of the day’s chaos.
He closed his eyes, trying to forget the smell and settle in, but the night had other plans. An other breeze comes in hot. But this one is louder.
Psssst. Pbrrlt
"Fuck that stinks"
Click click
Then he heard a whisper.
“You're mine now.”
Marie was in his room, in her pajamas, nibbling on his ear.
“What shall I do first?” she teased.
“Hmm… well, you can take your fat-ass back to your room,” William shot back, smirking, trying to keep his composure.
Marie’s grin turned devilish. “Sure.” She stood up, and William thought to himself, That was easier than I expected.
But as she started walking, he felt a sharp tug on his wrist. Only then did he realize what had actually happened.
He was cuffed to her.
Ragdolled and unable to stand, William flailed helplessly as Marie moved effortlessly, clearly enjoying her victory.
“I just did what you told me, so now I’m back in my room… but now we’re doing what I want,” William said, glaring. “If you want your freedom, you can get the key anytime you want.”
Marie held the key just out of reach in het other hand, smirking down at him.
She looks down upon the defenceless man and proceed to sit on his face. Grinding hard.
William could smell all of her. Her sweaty crack. "Doesnt she wash her ass?". He got a good taste of that stinking ass when-
Bbrrrrrtlt
Ppffffrssst
"Hold still, william, come on swallow the next one its gonna be big."
"No, get of you smelly beast"
"NOW, you are definitly gonna swallow it. There is very mcuh excitment in her voice.
William instantly regrets his choice of words.
Marie has the key of the cuffs in her hand.
"Bitch stop moving your head."
She puts the key in her mouth to hold his head still.
BBBRRRRLTTLLRrrfffffft
"Mmmmmmh"
A nice bassy mouth fart that taste like rotten onions that have been oiled up with fish juice.
Williams eyes bulged outwards, he is gagging like crazy. He almost threw up.
Marie looks up crosseyed from the relieve and moans.
"AAAAAHHH YE-" gulp
Besides William coughing it was silent.
"Marie?" Cough "what was that" coughs.
"Uuhm, i may or may not have swallowed the key, sorry".
"Well" cough cough "fuck me" he sounds defeated.
PART 2
"Well," cough, cough, "fuck me," William said, sounding defeated. "You have a spare key, right?"
"Uuhm, let me think." Marie put a finger on her bottom lip and slightly lifted her ass.
Bbbbbrrrrppp.
A waft of rotten broccoli hit his nose. It didn’t exactly brighten his situation.
"Does that answer your question or do you need me to repeat that? Hihi" there isnt an ounce of seriousness in her actions. For her its just a game.
She began bouncing on his face.
"Mhm mhaa mhm rieeee" this pushed William to the edge. Attempting to scream her name just to get a face full of hot ass air.
Ppprrttrsplr
Marie still having the time of her life and then suddenly
"Ouch! Bitch" she filt a stinging pinch im her buttcheek. " did you just bit me, ugh William."
His short term plan to get her attemtion worked. The pain ruined her fun and made her stop bouncing. Instead she is rubbing the painful area. This gives William the chanve to talk without having the tast ethe potent dampness.
He takes a deep breath to calm down a bit and think through whats he is going to say.
"Marie, we have to get the spare key, or we’ll have to call a locksmith. And that’s going to cost you quite a bit of money. Didn’t you want to buy that game, Living Dark: Human? Guess you’ll have to wait another month until you get paid."
"Okay, okay," she said quickly. she definitely didn’t want to wait a month. There would be spoilers all over the internet by then. "Tomorrow we’ll go to the magician girl’s house. It’s already near midnight; we won’t get anything done right now."
"Guess you’re sleeping with your favorite Marie," she said, blinking cutely.
"I guess so," William replied.
They both lay on her bed, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in. Their right hands were still stuck together in the cuffs, making every movement a small negotiation.
That meant one of them would have to sleep on their belly, a definite no-go. The other option was William as the big spoon and Marie as the little spoon, both lying on their left sides.
The night was peaceful… until.
"PPSSSDssssst" followed by a giggle. A nasty sbd got loose.
This is gonna be long night.
"Hey, William you up? I cant sleep eith all these clothes on."
"So?" He groaned and is definitly fed up with her interupting his peace.
"I usually sleep naked, and cuz of the cuffs i cant take of my shirt. But i could at least pull down my pants?"
"Do it yourself, im tired af" and goes back to sleep.
"Well have it your way." She pulled the cover over them. And let a groan.
Pppppffffr.
Bbbnrrlllt
Two wet farts are released. And he is trapped with the toxic gasses. It smells like an sewer.
Williams eyes shot open. And starts watering. He struggels under the cover but Marie does a great job trapping him.
"If you dont pull down my pants, ima dutch oven you all night. And sit on you face again."
He pulls it down without complaining. He just wants some rest. The covers open up. Finally some less polluted air.
After a while of lettling out some stinkers on his crotch, she ran out of gas.
They both manage get some eyeshut.
The next day, they got ready to leave the house. Their tops were still pajamas, but they had managed to change their pants.
When they got to William’s car, he asked, "You got the address?"
"Of course, I’ll drive," Marie replied, an evil grin spreading across her face.
"No, it’s m-" William’s realization hit him. There was no winning this situation.
If he drove, she would be distracting him and impossible to ignore. If she drove, he’d be nothing more than a moving seat for her, thanks to the cuffs.
He handed her the keys. "Yippie" Marie storms off to the car, dragging the man with her.
" come sit first" she held the door open for him. The sweetness from her that soon will transform into cloud of pre-poop farts.
Marie makes herself comfotable on his lap.
"Whoooo, road trip with my roomie". She is really excited.
"Just drive the var stinky ass" William jad to throw kn a sneaky comment.
He grew suspicious of Marie. She havent let out a fart the whole drive. They have been drive for like 20 minutes. After they step out of the car it almost left William speechless, almost.
A vein grew on Williams head. "Marie, why are we here, Where have you taken me?" Now clenching his jaw.
PART 3
A vein grew on Williams head. "Marie, why are we here, Where have you taken me?" Now clenching his jaw.
The two stood in front of a massive gate guarding the villa, surveillance cameras perched everywhere like metallic vultures.
“Okay, here’s the plan,” Marie said, completely ignoring his earlier question. “Once I get the message that the cameras are down, we move in from the backside of the villa and jump the fence.”
William blinked. He still had no idea what was happening.
“Is this where the magician lives?”
Marie shot him a look. “No. Why would you think that?” She scrunched up her face as if he’d just asked the dumbest question in the world.
“THEN WHY AR-”
“Keep your voice down, William, or we’ll get caught!” she hissed. Then, lowering her tone, “Look, I still have a job to do to make money, okay? And this… this is what I do.”
“So what, you just rob people?” he asked, giving her a deeply disappointed look.
Ping.
Her phone lit up.
“It’s time. Let’s go.”
“Wai-” William didn’t get to finish. Marie was already sprinting along the fence line, diving into the hedge like she’d trained her whole life for this.
William got ragdolled behind her, bouncing off everything in their path branches smacking him in the face, gravel skidding against his legs, and the metal bars of the fence making far too much contact with his ribs.
Once they reached the back of the villa, Marie pushed aside a thick bush to reveal a narrow, dirt-covered tunnel she had clearly dug herself.
“You have got to be kidding me,” William muttered.
“Come on,” she said, dropping to her hands and knees. “It’s perfectly safe. Mostly.”
They squeezed in, Marie crawling ahead while William shuffled right behind her. The tunnel grew tighter halfway through, forcing her to wriggle to keep moving.
That was when it happened.
A small, unmistakable pffftplrts echoed in the cramped space followed instantly by a wave of something that smelled like expired eggs and bad decisions.
William gagged violently. “MARIE-?!”
She burst into giggles, hands braced against the dirt. “Sorry about that,” she snorted, absolutely not sorry. “Tunnel got too tight. Blame physics.”
William tried to cover his nose, but in a tunnel this narrow, there was no escape.
They finally crawled out of the tunnel and circled around to the back door of the villa. William hesitated, rubbing dirt off his face.
“Marie… are we really doing this? Breaking into someone’s home?”
“Well, I am,” she said. “You’re just inconveniently attached to me.” She rattled the cuffs that bound them together. “Which means if there’s a tug-of-war, you lose.”
And William did lose instantly as Marie yanked him forward.
To his surprise, the glass sliding door wasn’t locked. It rolled open with a soft whisper, as if inviting trouble.
“That’s… concerning,” William whispered.
“Convenient,” Marie corrected, stepping inside.
They crept through the villa, moving toward the staircase. William nearly knocked over a tall vase, catching it at the last possible second. Marie shot him a look sharp enough to pierce steel.
Upstairs, they slipped into a bedroom. It was unmistakably a girl’s room stuffed with plushies, cute decor, and shelves crowded with pastel trinkets. The curtains were drawn, the whole space dim and quiet.
Until-
Click.
The lights blazed on.
“Took you long enough!?” a high-pitched voice snapped.
William froze. Marie stiffened beside him.
“Sorry, Carmine. As you can see, I had a little trouble getting here,” Marie said, lifting their cuffed wrists as evidence.
Carmine raised a brow. “I literally sent you a message saying the front gate was open.”
Marie froze. William slowly turned to glare at her like a betrayed houseplant.
“We did all of that for nothing,” he snapped.
Marie grinned, utterly shameless. “It was fun though, right? …Wasn’t it, roomie?” She winked at him.
“Marie,” Carmine said, rubbing her temples, “is the next part going to be awkward? Does he know what you actually do?”
“Oh, he’s about to find out,” Marie said, barely holding back her laughter. “But it’s fine, he’s cool. He likes it.” She gave William a pat on the shoulder he did not appreciate. “Do you have everything set up?”
“Yeah, everything’s ready. It’s all in the bathroom,” Carmine said, gesturing toward the hall. “Just tell me when you’re done.”
Marie nodded and tugged William along. The two of them headed toward the lavish bathroom of Carmine’s villa marble floors, golden fixtures, and the kind of bathtub that suggested Carmine had never known middle-class suffering.
The bathroom looked expensive enough to bankrupt William just by breathing on anything. Marble counters. Gold-plated faucets. A chandelier that did not belong anywhere near a toilet.
But the strangest thing in the room wasn’t the luxury.
It was the small cart in the corner, lined neatly with empty glass jars.
William stared at them.
“…Marie, why are there jars?”
Marie clapped her hands together. “Good! You noticed. That means you can help me.”
Something clicked in William’s brain.
Every weird thing from the night.
Every secretive comment.
Every suspicious giggle.
And suddenly, he realized exactly what kind of ridiculous trouble he’d been dragged into.
Before he could speak, there was a sharp click behind them.
The door had just been locked.
From the outside.
“Carmine?” William called.
No answer.
It was just him, Marie, and a cart full of empty jars.
“Marie…” he said slowly, backing up a step, “why do I feel like I’m about to regret asking what those are for?”
Marie only smiled way too excited for his comfort.
She starts appoaching him slowily "didnt you find weird that i didnt fart during the car ride, that because i was saving it for my client. I need to fill up 20 of these jars with my farts. So i need tou to hold the jars"
Marie approached him slowly, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.
“Didn’t you think it was weird I didn’t fart the entire car ride?” she said.
William blinked. “…That is not a sentence any human should say.”
“It’s because I was saving my air samples for the client.”
“…Your what?”
Marie pointed dramatically at the empty jars. “Carmine hired me to make twenty stink bombs for her brother’s prank war. She wants them extra potent. Natural ingredients only.”
William stared at her, horrified. “Marie… you cannot be serious.”
“Oh, I’m very serious. Look!” She shook a clipboard. “She’s paying me triple for ‘maximum toxicity.’”
“That’s not reassuring!”
Marie shoved a jar into his hands. “Come on, roomie. I need you to hold these while I, uh… produce the-”
“NO. No producing!"
“It’s just for pranks!” Marie insisted. “Totally innocent! This is science!”
William slowly backed against the counter.
“Please tell me there is a part of this plan that doesn’t involve me suffering.”
Marie patted his shoulder.
“There isn’t.”
She pulled down her pants. "If you miss one of my farts im make you eat my panty." marie is very serious about this.
William swallowed and push the jar against her ass.
"Aaahhah~ William carefull the rim is cold" she playfullen sucks her indexfinger.
"Oh, shut up marie"
Pppppfffftrrllt
The first jar was filled in seconds. William gagged instantly. The smell hit him like a punch to the nose pungent, fishy, and somehow worse than anything he’d imagined. His eyes watered; his knees wobbled.
“Just… pass me the next one,” Marie chirped, completely unfazed. “We have nineteen more to go!”
William’s hands shook, his arms threatening to drop the jars. “Nineteen?! That’s… that’s literally inhumane!”
Marie laughed. “Don’t worry, you’re doing great! Roomie teamwork!”
“Why me?” he moaned. “Why did I have to be born with lungs?”
Marie leaned over, inspecting her work. “Careful, roomie! Don’t spill these are priceless!”
William could only blink miserably, silently vowing revenge in some future life.
“Okay… deep breaths,” he muttered, bracing himself.
Marie grinned. “Ready?”
Pppppvbbbrlrltlrbbbbbbbbv
"Hihi, that was a really wet one"
Before he could answer, the jar was filled. The smell hit instantly sour milk, sharp and tangy, like someone had dumped in a sauna. William’s eyes watered, his stomach revolted, and he flailed his hands in front of his face as if that could stop the assault.
Marie, completely unbothered, giggled. “Oh, come on! It’s just science! You’re holding the jars perfectly!”
The after next three jars the farts became wetter and leaving drops of ass juice behind.
By the tenth jar, William was starting to lose all hope. His arms ached from holding the previous nine containers at arm’s length, and his nose was raw from the relentless onslaught of stench.
Marie held up the tenth jar like a trophy. “Ready for the big one?” she asked cheerfully.
William groaned, wiping his brow. “No… I… I can’t…”
Before he could protest further, Marie filled the jar.
Pppppplssssssssstrtsssssblrt
Instantly, a mysterious, indescribable funk part burnt popcorn, part spoiled cabbage, part… something that should not exist in nature assaulted his nostrils. William staggered backward, nearly toppling into the marble sink.
He gagged violently, his knees buckling slightly. “This… this is… catastrophic!”
Marie, unbothered, clapped her hands together. “Oh, come on! You’re doing great! Keep holding them just ten more to go!”
William looked down at the jar in his hands like it was a ticking time bomb. “Ten… more…?! My life is over…”
BBBBBBBBBRRRRTTTTTTTT
Nine
Ssstsssss ssstttt plllllrrrrrrbbb
Eight
BBBLSTSTRSPLRS
Seven
Bbbrbbrrbrbbbrbrbrb
Six
BbbbbsbsbsbrrplB plrurt
Five
By the fifteenth jar, William was a disaster in motion. Sweat ran down his forehead, his arms were trembling like jelly, and his knees had stopped obeying him entirely.
Marie, still grinning like this was a picnic, held up the next jar. “Halfway there… just five more to go after this one!”
William’s eyes widened. “Five more?! I can’t… I-”
Before he could finish, Marie filled the jar. The smell hit instantly: a rancid, overripe yogurt kind of funk that made William gag so hard he almost let go of the jar.
William passed out, utterly defeated, jars still clutched in his trembling hands.
When he woke up, he was at the front door of the villa. Sunlight streamed in, and the faint scent of… everything… lingered faintly in the air. His head throbbed, his arms ached, and he quietly vowed never to agree to “science experiments” with Marie again.
From the hallway, he heard voices.
“That’s… three, four, five, and six hundred dollars in cash,” Marie said, sounding way too cheerful.
“Thank youuuu, Carmine!” she added, practically bouncing on the balls of her feet.
“No, thank you,” Carmine replied, and William stiffened as he heard her open one of the jars.
William peeked from around Marie, still half-dazed from the earlier ordeal.
Carmine held up one of the jars, sniffing it.
Marie nodded eagerly. “Go for it!”
Carmine took a cautious whiff. Her eyes immediately widened. Her hair puffed slightly as if charged with static. She waved her hand frantically in front of her face, but the stench was relentless.
“Good heavens!” she squeaked, hopping back a step. “This… this is powerful!”
Marie giggled uncontrollably. “Told you! Roomie’s hard work pays off!”
William groaned from the corner, holding his head in his hands. “Hard work… or torture? Because I think I just survived a chemical war zone.”
Carmine fanned the air, laughing despite herself. “This is… perfect. Maximum potency. I think we just invented the ultimate prank weapon.”
Marie nodded, clapping her hands. “Exactly! And you, roomie, made it happen!”
William groaned again, staggering back into the hallway. “I’m never… ever volunteering… for science… again.”
Carmine stared a little too much at her jar she is holding.
“I… uhm… will keep testing this jar for myself,” Carmine said, holding it carefully.
Marie’s grin spread into a perfectly evil smirk. She knew exactly what Carmine really meant that she intended to enjoy the chaos of the stench firsthand.
“Of course you will,” Marie said sweetly, a hint of mischief in her voice. “Make sure you take your time. We wouldn’t want any shortcuts with science, now would we?”
Carmine rolled her eyes but chuckled. “Fine, fine… I’ll savor it.” She sniffed delicately again, her eyes rolled back from euphoria, then immediately waving her hand in exaggerated horror as the stench hit full force.
Marie winked at him. “Oh, come on, roomie… you loved it.”
William threw his hands up. “Loved it?! I nearly passed out! That’s not love! That’s survival!”
Marie just laughed, tugging him outside toward the car.
William groaned, clutching the cuffs that still bound him to Marie.
“Can we please go see the magician for the key now?”
Marie laughed. “Sure, sure! No stops. Hahaha!”
Before William could protest further, she plopped down on his lap again as she started the car.
“Marie!” he groaned, wiggling. And pppffftt
“Do you have to-”
“Relax, roomie,” she said with a mischievous grin, one hand on the wheel. “It’s just a short ride. We’ll be at the magician’s in no time.”
Marie only laughed, humming to herself as the car sped off.
They had been driving for a while, the car filled with that unmistakable… signature scent of Marie’s “gas.” Every so often, a stray puff would waft toward William, and he groaned, waving his hand in desperate protest.
Then they hit the highway.
Marie’s grin widened. She pressed down on the gas pedal, and the car surged forward, way over the speed limit.
William’s eyes went wide. “Marie! Slow down! You’re-”
But she wasn’t listening. She was fixated on something ahead a glint of light, a passing billboard, a squirrel, who knows? William couldn’t tell.
He tried to get her attention, tapping her arm lightly. “Uh, Marie? Maybe-”
Then, without warning, she made a sharp maneuver between two cars, cutting through traffic like she was in a video game. William shrieked, clutching his seatbelt with all his strength.
“Marie! What are you-?!”
Marie only laughed, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Relax, roomie! I’ve got this under control!”
William looked out the window, white-knuckled, his stomach doing somersaults. “Under control?! We’re going to die!”
Marie, oblivious, shifted again, and released another stray fart that assaulted William’s senses. He groaned so loudly.
A nearby car horn blared at how marie is driving recklessly.
“WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME?!” William screamed at the top of his lungs, white-knuckling the dashboard. His face was a mix of terror, frustration, and utter disbelief.
Marie barely glanced at him, eyes fixed on the road ahead. “Relax, roomie! You’re going to love this part! I promise!”
PART 4
“WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME?!” William screamed at the top of his lungs, white-knuckling the dashboard. His face was a mix of terror, frustration, and utter disbelief.
Marie barely glanced at him, eyes fixed on the road ahead. “Relax, roomie! You’re going to love this part! I promise!”
Pppfffffppppdpdpdpsssrsfs
Stststgtsyhppppslt
Pssttdtstttsmmmmmplpr
The rest of the ride was just dread full. His nose was attacked by a beefy rotten gas. Making him nausious.
“We’re here, roomie. Sorry for rushing you, but the magician’s performing tonight, and I want time to look around the city.”
She pulled into a narrow alley, parking there to avoid paying the meter.
They got out of the car.
“Well?” she asked, flashing him a mischievous grin. “Do you recognize this place, roomie?”
For her, it was all a game.
William sighed. “Yeah. Of course I do. I know every alleyway around here.” The sarcasm in his voice was obvious.
He was starting to lose his patience.
Ring ring. Her phone went off.
“Mm-hm. Yeah. No, yeah, I’m here. Buy what? … No way. Okay, okay, I’m on it.”
William couldn’t tell who she was talking to, and honestly, he didn’t care. He just wanted to go home.
Marie turned to him, practically buzzing. “Guess what?”
“What,” he growled.
Pppppppfrffpst
She farted in her hand and throws it at him. It leaves him eyes burning and a coughing fit.
Cough cough "fucking hell Marie"
“We’ve got another job. My client wants me to buy pants. Special ones fart-absorbent pants.”
Ping.
“Oh,” she added, staring at her screen. “She just sent me the loca-”
She stopped short and dropped the phone, disbelief written all over her face.
William picked it up.
And completely lost it.
“For fuck’s sake. Of all the stores... why did you have to bring me here?”
“Relax,” Marie said quickly. “I’ll be in and out.”
“There’s a reason I don’t come back,” William snapped. He was clearly not happy to be in this city.
“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice softer now. “I thought you might be happy to see your hometown again. Can you forgive me, roomie?”
William let out a long sigh. “Let’s just get this over with.”
She grabs the back of his head and pulled it in her cheeck.
Pssstsstss
Sniff cough cough “you can take anything serious can you? Anyway i know a shortcut.”
Marie giggles
As the roommates walked through the city, Marie suddenly stopped and yanked William down a different street.
“What the hell, Marie.. focus.”
The smell of fresh, sizzling meat hit them.
Marie froze. Sniffed the air dramatically. “Okay, but hear me out.”
“Don’t.”
“Aren’t you hungry?” she said anyway. “We skipped lunch.” She pointed straight at a burrito truck. “Boom. Problem solved.”
William opened his mouth to argue. Then closed it.
They were halfway through eating when someone grabbed William’s shoulder.
“You didn’t tell me you were coming,” said a woman’s voice.
William froze. He recognized it immediately.
“Well,” he said, turning around, “I didn’t know I’d be here.”
Marie’s eyes flicked between them. “Uh... do you two know each other?”
William exhaled. “Marie, this is Iris.”
Iris smiled politely. “Hi.”
“...And she’s my sister,” he added.
Marie’s jaw dropped. “WAIT. THIS is your sister?”
“Yes.”
“The mysterious hometown sister?” Marie squinted at Iris. “Wow. You upgraded.”
“Marie,” William warned.
“I mean that in a good way,” she said quickly, then stuck out her hand. “Hi! I’m Marie. Roommate, responsible for your brother's smell.”
Iris laughed. “Nice to meet you.”
William hadn’t seen his sister in years, and the surprise sat heavy in his chest.
“Well,” Iris said, “since you’re here, why don’t you both come over to my place? I’d love to catch up.”
“Well, actually, we’re kind of in a hur-”
“WE’D LOVE TO,” Marie said instantly. “Family reunion? Food involved? Destiny.”
William groaned. “Marie…”
“What?” she said. “You can’t fight destiny.”
Iris smiled warmly. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
William sighed. “Of course you will.”
At Iris’s place, the three of them sat in the living room with cups of tea.
Marie and Iris had been talking nonstop, while William sat off to the side, nursing his tea and minding his own business.
“YOU’RE KIDDING, THAT’S HILARIOUS!” Marie burst out, rolling across the couch laughing. “That explains how he survived living with me for so long.”
William deep in thought, he is a little confused as why marie hadnt humiliated him in front of his sister. "Does, she just acknoledge bounderies ?" He blinked, snapping back to attention. “Uh... what? Iris, what just happened?”
Iris smirked at him. “You remember how you used to help me when I trained the women’s wrestling stink out team?” she said. “You were always so helpful, sparring with the sweaty girls and washing their gear and smelling their asses and even their farts”
“I was not eager to do it,” William protested. “I was forced. By our parents. And you know it.”
"Or you secretly liked it" Iris laughed.
Marie laughed. “He still does that kind of stuff at our apartment sometimes.”
William shot her a look. “Why would you say that.”
"Its nothing new to you apperantly, amd having me act all decent and stuff." She held on leg up.
Pppppfffpfplfars pffppfflpf
Marie sighs in relieve "So much for behaving"
Her butt burp was awful. The once clean air is now polluted with de scent of burned thrash covered in shit.
William puts his face in his hands. He cant believe she just did that. As for his sister was intrigued.
Marie checked the time and suddenly jumped up. “OH, SHIT. The performance! We still need the pants!”
“What pants?” Iris asked.
“The fart-absorbent ones,” Marie said casually.
Iris waved a hand. “Oh, I’ve got a few of those. Don’t worry.”
Marie froze.
Then absolutely lit up. “YOU’RE A MIRACLE HUMAN.”
William sighed into his tea. Somehow, this had gotten worse.
“Will you please lend us one?” Marie said suddenly.
William stared at her, completely flabbergasted. He had never seen her sound that sincere.
“Sure,” Iris said. “I’ll even give you one. Just... one tiny condition.”
She pointed straight at Marie. “We wrestle and let me sniff that biohazadd you call a butt.”
“I what?” Marie froze, speechless.
“As a stink out trainer, I spot talent,” Iris said confidently. “And I can tell you’d be great.”
Marie grinned. “You’re on. But,” she added, yanking William up by the arm, “as you can see, I’m still cuffed to this guy.”
“You don’t have the key?” Iris asked.
“If we did,” William muttered, “I wouldn’t be here.”
Sstststtssssss
An sbd hit him right in the face and gagged him.
"Watch your tone, she is helping us"
“Okay,” Iris said thoughtfully. “Then I’ll show you the basics. Maybe you’ll like it.”
“Sounds great to me,” Marie said. “Now get your sorry ass up, roomie.”
What followed could only be described as chaos.
Iris and Marie started light sparring if light meant William getting dragged, flipped, and tossed around like a training dummy. He hit the ground more times than he could count.
The are moments he was squeezed in betweet the fine women. So convinient enough that his nose was straigt up her ass cheeck.
Pppplllppll
"That sounded wet sorry"
Sstststdsdtt
William was shoved out of the sandwich.
"Okay let me try how stink you can get". Iris actively is grabbing marie her butt and pull down her pants.
"You asked for it." Before she farting she moaned. Iris was eating her ass our real good.
Sniiiffff aaaah~ sniiiifffff
"You're ass stinks really bad" sniifffff aaah~
Bbbbbbessbtlrlrrllt "oh yeah" iris moaned.
Sniiffff. "Its like a death animal"
"And what does the next one taste like"
Brbrbrbrbbtbtbrbrbbrb
Her mouth blew up with gas.
"It taste delicious, let me share it with you" Iris pinned Marie down and got her face close and burped directly in her face.
Both girls we out of breath from excitement and wresteling. The tension was high. Iris starts kissing Marie who eventually kisses back. And one thing let to another.
William watched it all happen and got traumatized seeing them basically hooking up.
“This wrestling thing is actually fun!” Marie said, still buzzing with energy.
“You should train under me,” Iris added giving a wink. “Win tournaments, make some money.”
“No way,” William snapped, bruised and breathless. “We’re not here for that. You wrestled, fine. Now give us the pants. We’re leaving.”
The girls looked at each other.
Then burst out laughing.
“Oh wow,” Iris said. “He sounded like a man for once.”
“I was scared for a second,” Marie added.
William groaned.
Iris handed over the pants. “Here.”
“Thank youuu!” Marie sang. Then, instantly: “Can I ask you a favor?”
Iris sighed. “Depends?”
“We need to get to the Shining Dome. Could you give us a ride?”
“Alright,” Iris said. “Let me grab my keys.”
A few minutes later, Marie and William sat awkwardly in the back of the car. Their right wrists were still cuffed together, making normal seating impossible.
William ended up sitting half-twisted, facing sideways.
“This is your fault,” he muttered.
Marie beamed. “Worth it.”
"Hey Iris, guess what the next fart will sound like."