"So why am I hogtied on the bed again?" Freddie asked.
"For the third time, Freddie, it's for today's episode," Carly assured him as she fidgeted to adjust the camera on its tripod.
"But why am I tied up?" Freddie asked again, "You haven't explained anything."
"Just stop asking," Sam barked, "You'll see in a second." Freddie gave up. He did agree to being in the next episode, but that’s before he knew that it would entail this. That, and he didn't want to risk getting Sam mad. "Alright, Carly, get into place and I'll start the camera," said Sam. Carly quickly grabbed her laptop and got into position next to the bed Freddie was on as Sam began the countdown. "Ok, Carly, we're on in three...two...one." She hit record on the camera.
"Hi everybody, I'm Carly," Carly greeted giddily as Sam jumped to her position opposite of her friend.
"And I'm Sam!" Sam greeted with the same giddiness.
"And you’re watching," both girls chimed in together, "iCarly!"
"Today we got another dare from our viewer, hotpocketshogun," Carly went on to say, opening her laptop. Freddie stirred a bit, that name seemed familiar.
"Dear Carly," Carly read from her laptop’s screen, "I dare you and Sam to fart in Freddie's face for a minute straight each." Freddie's mouth dropped open. Sam looked over her shoulder at Freddie and smirked, it was clear she was going to enjoy this.
"Whoa, now hold on a minute," Freddie protested.
"Hotpocketshogun," Carly said, ignoring Freddie, "you got yourself a dare." With that, Sam and Carly hopped onto the bed. Carly laid on her stomach in front of her cameraman while Sam sat on his back. Sam grabbed Freddie by the hair and lifted his head off the bed. With a warm, cute smile, Carly scooted her shorts-clad read-end back to where his face was. Freddie's eyes darted from the butt below him, to the camera and back.
"Are you serious?" he asked, "There's no way I'm doing this! Let me go!"
"Don’t be such a spoiled-sport, Freddie,” Sam said, rolling her eyes and stuffing his face down into Carly’s butt. Carly giggled as she wiggled her rear to work Freddie’s face in nice and deep.
"Alright, Sam," Carly said, "ready?"
"You know it," Sam replied, Freddie's head in one hand and a stopwatch in the other. "Ready, Freddie?" Sam asked. Freddie yelled something, but his voice was muffled by Carly’s soft cheeks.
“All right, Carly,” Sam grinned, pushing Freddie’s face deeper into her friend’s butt, “Let ‘em rip!” Carly obliged, forcing a massive chainsaw fart right into Freddie’s helpless face. The stench forced itself into Freddie’s lungs, suffocating him. The poor boy began to struggle, but between the ropes around his hands and Sam’s weight pinning him down, it was a fruitless effort. The girls laughed as Carly ripped another fart.
“Ten seconds,” Sam announced, leaning onto Freddie’s head to push him even deeper into Carly’s stinky crevice.
“How are you doing back there, Freddie?” Carly asked, ripping another fart. The stench was more than Freddie could take, he struggled desperately but in vain.
“Oh don’t be such a baby,” Sam scoffed as a particularly toxic fart was blasted onto his face, “You’ve only got forty more seconds.” I’m going to die in here, thought Freddie as more of Carly’s gas was blown into his nostrils.
“Uh-oh,” Carly grunted as she forced out another fart, “I think I’m running out of gas.”
“Come on, Carls,” Sam encouraged, “just thirty more seconds.” Carly strained until a massive ten-second fart tore out of her cheeks. “Whoa,” Sam giggled, genuinely impressed, “You go girl!” Carly strained for another, equally long, smelly butt-blast. “Ten seconds left,” Sam announced, “Come on Carly!”
“Wait I got one more!” Carly said as she clinched her eyes shut and curled the bedsheets into her fists. One last fart blasted onto Freddie’s face, so big it blew his hair back.
“And time!” Sam yelled, as she hit the stop button on the stopwatch and lifted Freddie’s face from its smelly prison. The boy gasped desperately for fresh air, but received another fart to the face from Carly.
“Oopsie,” Carly giggled, “sorry, Freddie, that last one slipped out.”
“All right Carly,” Sam chirped eagerly, “it’s my turn!” The girls swapped places. Freddie was still too breathless to voice his protests. Just as he managed to fill his lungs with enough clean air to speak, Carly’s hand shoved his face into Sam’s waiting booty. Freddie thought Carly’s rear end was bad. Sam’s was at least a hundred times worse. It felt as though a perpetual, thick, eggy fart was engulfing his face, and the worst part was, she hasn’t even started farting yet.
“Ok, Sam,” Carly said, readying the stopwatch in her free hand pressing Freddie down with the other, “you ready?”
“Wait a sec,” Sam replied as she shifted about to get comfortable. As she did so a smirk spread over her face and she purposely squeezed out a SBD onto Freddie’s face. The new suffocating stench made Freddie writhe around in a desperate attempt to free his face from Sam’s toxic fumes.
“Oh come on, Freddie,” Carly scolded him, holding his head in place in Sam’s butt, “she hasn’t even farted yet.”
“Yeah,” Sam snickered, squeezing out another sneaky, smelly killer, “stop being such a wimp.”
“She just farted on me!” Freddie tried to yell, but was muffled to a “MMMPH!” by Sam’s cheeks.
“Ok,” Sam said, satisfied with her two freebie-farts, “start the timer, Carls”.
“Ok, Sam,” Carly replied, “Let ‘em rip in three…two…one!” Sam instantly blasted a very loud five-second fart into Freddie’s nose, followed by another and another. “Whoa, Sam,” Carly coughed, fanning her nose, “I can smell those from here.”
“What can I say?” retorted Sam with a smug smirk as she farted again, “When it comes to farts, ” she paused to push out another one, “I’m the best. Isn’t that right, Freddie?” Freddie didn’t even bother a reply, the poor boy was struggling to maintain consciousness as more of Sam’s pewtrid fumes were forced into his nostrils. Sam continued her barrage, her face shifting from strained effort to a smug smirk of relief after each release.
“Thirty seconds,” Carly announced. Sam redoubled her gassy onslaught, making a point to drag each fart out longer than the last. “Ten seconds,” Carly announced.
“Wait!” Sam said as she clinched her eyes shut and strained, “Hold him in there! I’ve got one more big one!” With five seconds to spare, one last noxious fart exploded out of Sam’s ass. The fart started as a squeaker, then blew into a full-fledged chainsaw fart. Sam held it for as long as she could, making it drag on for three seconds, four seconds, six, seven, eight. Carly was too dumbstruck to even call time as the stopwatch passed the minute mark. Finally, after a full twelve seconds, the last of Sam’s fart sputtered out of her butt. “Oh yeah,” Sam groaned, “I’ve been holding that one in All day.” On the verge of unconsciousness, Freddie let out a small moan.
“Oops,” Carly giggled, “ Sorry, Freddie.” She then pulled his face from Sam’s smelly butt. “You ok?” Carly asked. Freddie was too weak from inhaling both girls’ gas to make any noise past a another soft groan. “Good,” Carly said, playfully taking this noise as a “yes”. She then dropped his face back into Sam’s stinky crack and plopped her own butt down on top of Freddie’s head. “Alright then, everybody, that’s all for today’s episode,” Carly said to the camera as she wiggled her hips to work her new seat deeper into his smelly prison.
“I’m Carly…” said Carly as she leaned to the side to force out a nice loud fart.
Sam then ripped an equally loud fart and added, “…and I’m Sam!”
“See you next time on…,” Carly went on. Then both girls stopped and farted in unison, gassing poor Freddie between their butts.
“iCarly!” both girls cheered. Carly then hit the stop button on the camera’s remote.
“Whew, that was fun,” Carly said, crossing her arms and looking down at Freddie.
“Yeah, ” Sam agreed, “we should do fart-dares more often.” She affirmed her idea with another fart and looked back at Freddie, still stuffed down into her butt, “Don’t you think so, Freddie?”
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