This choice: Connie heads home and starts to wreck the girl's rooms with her farts. • Go Back... Despite her eagerness to enact some flatulent retribution on those brats, Connie had started a bit too early in the morning. Even with her Chinatown detour she had gotten home with her new powers at a quarter to noon and school wouldn't be out until 2 o' clock, not to mention that Penelope and Victoria would almost definitely be going out after school until the wee hours of the morning. It was a good thing that this bit of smelly voodoo had made Connie as devious as she was gassy, because she knew exactly how she was going to introduce her beloved daughters to their new lot in life.
Giddy with giggles and bubbling with gas, Connie crept her 300 pound self into the girls' room, despite there being nobody in the house to "catch her" and her fat gas leak of a behind making sneaking impossible. Maybe it just made the act of insinuating herself into their room all the more fun for her, but it didn't matter because sneaky or no she was now in her daughters' shared bedroom with about two hours to be more mischievous than she ever had in her life.
Grinning madly, Connie slammed the door and each of the two windows in the room shut, latching them tightly to ensure that fresh air had no place in there. Once she was certain that not a molecule of her "efforts" would go to waste, Connie unleashed the first of many stinkers to come. With her butt to the dead center of the room, she blew out a deep foghorn of a fart that blanketed the air in a beefy stink that had definite tones of cabbage (despite Connie never getting to enjoy a boiled cabbage because "it's fuckin' gross, mom!").
BRRRRRRRPT!
The pungent poot ripped out for a solid minute and a half, sounding like someone was tearing a phonebook made of denim in half. It was a precedent setter for sure. Connie forced out a few more dense trumpets before setting her sights on more devious deeds. She crammed her ass in both of the girls' separate walk-in closets and pumped in a thick stinker that saturated every one of their beloved outfits in her reek.
BRAAAAPT! PRRRRABBT!
"How's THAT for doing laundry?" She taunted no one in particular. Her sights (and butt) then turned to a life-sized poster of one of those dumb teen idols Victoria admired so. Connie ground her tremendous butt cheeks onto the boy toy's paper thin crotch for a bit, really soaking in the ass-sweat before cutting such a gnarly piece of cheese that it peeled both the edges of the poster AND some of paint on the wall,
"Oops, did I do that?"
And she didn't stop there, oh no. Drawers were farted in, cosmetics and perfumes were tossed in the trash, electronics were farted on so hard their circuits fried and their pieces rusted. Connie had just finished leaving a hot air biscuit in Victoria's bed and was in the middle of dutching Penelope's in the same way when she saw something she couldn't resist defiling.
Sitting on Penelope's pillow was a ratty cotton rabbit in little patched overalls. His name was Mr Nibbles and he was the last remnant of the sweet and innocent girls Connie had raised. It was almost too sentimental for Connie to consider doing what she was going to do. Almost.
"Oh she is gonna HATE me," Connie said in a way that made it sound like a positive thing, "Sorry Nibbles, you're gonna have to suffer for Penelope's sins!"
In one quick motion Connie snatched the rabbit up by its ears, tossed it in the air and caught it between her cheeks with an expert clap of her badonkadonk. Her cheeks already reeked from her earlier expulsions, but it was nothing compared to the firestorm Connie unleashed. Fart after hot stinking fart blew out and pummeled the helpless plush. Even with her generous globes muffling it, it sounded like a mortar shelling.
BRRPT! BRFFT! BRRRP! PRRRt!
Finally, with her face absolutely drenched in bliss, Connie unclenched her cheeks and let the rabbit fall out onto the bed. Poor thing looked like it had been through a tropical storm of sewage, and Connie could swear she saw visible fumes wafting off it. She placed Mr. Nibbles back on the pillow as if nothing had happened, shut the door behind her and even sealed the crack below the door with a towel from the laundry hamper. Perfect timing, too, because it had just turned ten past two and Connie heard... | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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