The Night My Sister had Gas - Part 3I was out somewhere up to about 30 minutes as my eyes regained their vision. Despite that, my Sister’s bedroom stunk once again. The smell hovering around her bedroom was perhaps the most repulsive of any I had smelled all night, but Sister was still farting. Whatever she had been cutting, the amount of foul-smelling flatus that floated around her room was hideous to smell, being a mixture of burning rubber and skunk, mixed in with the already present rotten eggs and meat smell that hung over. And then I noticed my Sister was lying down on her bed in nothing but a white shirt and a pair of pink panties. She was watching some kind of program on TV, an anime cartoon I believe, one I’d never seen before. Her computer had gone dark as my Sister was watching the program while resting there on the bed.SellCon2762
“Oh hi there brother….I was wondering when you were going to be back up.” She said with a slight laugh as she looked down at me. I saw that my notebook had been o
The Night My Sister had Gas - Part 1THE NIGHT MY SISTER HAD GASSellCon2762
Or rather I should say the night my Sister had GAS, and not just any gas, mad gas, insane gas, over-the-top gas, gas unlike any I had ever witnessed before. It was a Friday night just over a year ago where my Sister, Samantha Fernley, had such bad gas that it changed my life forever. One could probably count on one hand the number of people who had worse farting episodes than my Sister did that evening. Her gas wasn’t just abundant or raunchy or extensive, it was legendary. That’s right, my Sister was releasing the kind of gas that only legends could produce and even then may only be able to do once. You had to be there to witness the specialness of that evening, after which it felt natural that such an event had to be recorded. Maybe even in the annals of human history could such a story be necessary. I still wonder to this day if scientists could have made something of her gas that night, that she was passing gas so much that th
Sophie's IntrusionI came home last night to my ex-girlfriend Sophie laying out on the old leather recliner in the apartment, bottle of whiskey in one hand and a family-sized bag of Doritos in the other, both almost empty.bob123456789123
She shifted her weight the second I opened the door, grunting at the effort, "Mmph! There you fuckin' are!" She licked the yellow dust from her fingers, plunging her hand in for the last remaining chips, "Hope you don' mind, I mmph... I helped myself to a couple snacks out your kitchen!"
For a second, I stared, unable to think straight, or say anything. Sophie was as beautiful as ever, with her dark, caramel skin, and thick, luxurious black hair, falling down around her round, chubby face. Her stomach was bloated, bigger than I'd ever seen it, a meaty curtain of flab pouring out over thick, gelatinous thighs.
She was dressed to emphasize her gain, her low-cut shirt stopping short an inch above her bellybutton, streaks of Doritos dust on the exposed expanse of her potbelly
Nina's Night OutI started doubting my relationship with Sam after about eight months and seventy pounds, when he suggested, for the tenth day in a row, that we order pizza and stay in for the night.bob123456789123
I didn't argue, plans like that always get Sam feeling frisky, and that boy's got exactly one thing going for him, but I didn't sleep well that night.
Sam passed out early, leaving me, awake and uncomfortable, with a bulging, aching belly and a rapidly-emptying bottle of Tums in the cupboard across the room. I grunted, fighting against my growing gut to sit up, waddling over, trying not to jostle my overfull belly while I got the bottle from the cabinet, and that's when I had an idea.
On my way back to bed, I grabbed Sam's phone from the dresser, and my own, looking through his contacts list and moving a number from his to mine, falling back into bed a second later, resting, sleeping.
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I still felt full the next morning, but I didn't complain when Sam brought me a huge plate of pancakes an