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Rated: 18+ · Interactive · Action/Adventure · #1583429
The tale of Mikey Shripo, who was born only a mere inch
This choice: a pair of panties.  •  Go Back...
Chapter #4

One turd after another.

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         I crash landed into a pair of hot pink panties that Mella recently designed. My stomach burned from the recent belly slide. I tried to find a ledge short enough for me to climb upon. "I think that's short enough over there." As I'm walking to the edge, Mella was awakening from her slumber. I tried to grab hold of the fabric, but the stomping of my sister was disturbing. Now the titaness was standing before me, as she began to lift her foot.
         Soon, the panties began to rise, and I moved before my sister's mighty foot & panties smash me. The panties became lopsided, and I was desperately trying to escape the impact of Mella's foot. Due to all this, I was now facing the rear end of Mella's left buttcheek.
         "MAN, MY BUTT FEELS ITCHY." I soon feel Mella's fingers scratching my entire body up & down her ass. "WELL, THIS'LL HAVE TO DO. I WONDER WHAT'S FOR BREAKFAST." She starting walking out of the room, taking you unnoticeably.

         As Mella was walking down the steps, I was bouncing along with her ass. My mom found her awake. "HEY, SWEETIE, DID YOU HAVE A NICE NAP?"
         "YEAH, MOM. IT WAS OK."
         "HMM..."
         "WHAT?"
         "DIDN'T YOUR BROTHER WAKE YOU UP?"
         "I DON'T THINK SO...WHEN I WOKE UP, I DIDN'T SEE HIM ANYWHERE."
         "WHY THAT LITTLE DELINQUENT! HE DELIBERATELY DISOBEYED ME. DO YOU KNOW WHERE HE'D MIGHT BE?"
         "NO CLUE, MOM."
         "WELL, ONCE I FIND HIM, HE'LL BE BEGGING FOR MERCY!"
         "HA! SUCKS TO BE HIM RIGHT NOW!" I was shaking in fear, which was irritating Mella's buttcheek. "MAN, I'M ITHCY AGAIN." She put more force into her fingers, almost leaving scars on my skin.
         "WELL, WHY DON'T YOU TAKE A SEAT, AND I'LL GET YOUR BREAKFAST READY."
         "THANKS, MOM." She was about to sit on a hard surface, but it wasn't hard enough to squish me. I spoke too soon, as she was rubbing her ass hard enough to try to get rid of the "itch".
         "OH, AND I WAS GOING TO LET MIKEY TRY MY NEW CREATION, BUT I GUESS NOT. SO YOU'LL BE THE FIRST TO TRY MY NEW FLAPDOODLE PANCAKES."
         "SOUNDS TASTY, MOM." I heard the munching of my sister, as she's testing my mom's cooking skills. Seconds later, I heard coughing.
         "HONEY, WHAT'S WRONG?"
         "THIS IS HORRIBLE! WHAT DID YOU PUT IN THIS?"
         "WELL SOME WEIRD CHOCOLATE CHIPS."
         "THE ONES IN THE TOP SHELF TO THE LEFT?"
         "YES?"
         "MOM!" Mella couldn't stop coughing. "THOSE ARE LAXATIVES!"
         "OH DEAR! I'M SO SORRY!"
         "NO PROBLEM, BUT I NEED TO GO TO THE BATHROOM, AND FAST!" She was storming out.

         I was cracking up at her ass. "Man, that's so funny! Ha!Ha!Ha!" I just couldn't stop laughing at what just happened. "She totally deserved that!" I heard a door slamming. Not even giving me a chance to breathe, she pulled her pants & panties down.
         I fell into the depths of the toilet. "Woah! I did not see this coming!" I was now trembling before the humongous ass of my terrible sister. In a few seconds, I see falling shit falling from above. "Mella! Please hear me!" My cries we useless, as the rain of shit was pouring hard. It wasn't long before she produced gases. "It's horrible in here! Please, Mella! Stop!"
         Mella then stopped her parade. "AHH. THAT'S FEELS BETTER. AND MY ITCH IS GONE!" She wipes her ass, tosses the paper into the disposal bin, and leaves.
         "This gives me enough time to search for an exit, other than the sewers." As I'm looking for a way out, the doors slams again. It was my mother! "Mom! It's me, Mikey! Please look down!"
         "I KNEW IT WASN'T A GOOD IDEA TO TRY THOSE PANCAKES!" My mom then revealed her bare bottom, and bended down.
         "No, Mom! Stop!" It was a double take for me, as she began her terrain of shit. Nothing but the color of brown filled my vision. As my attempt to breathe, some of her goo landed into my mouth. "God! Make this all stop!" It wasn't over till the gases were created. Now I felt like nothing but a turd myself! My mom cleaned herself up, and left. I was grateful she miscalculated her aim at the bin, and the edge of the toilet paper was easy in reach for me! Since it was covered in shit, it was as easy climb. Now what's left to do? Who should I get help from?

You have the following choices:

1. Mom.

2. Mella.

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