This choice: Her daughter try to reassert their dominance, and Connie starts to waver • Go Back...Chapter #6Her daughter try to reassert their dominance, a... by: Unknown It was the next morning, and Connie had just woken up. Taking another shot of the recipe as instructed, she was hoping that her farts from yesterday were just a starting point and weren't a bad sign of things to come. She closed her eyes and grit her teeth as she tried again. PHHHHHHFRT! The fart was loud and stuffy, nearly clearing all the air in the kitchen, but wasn't as powerful as the ones yesterday.
"Geez, we have alarm clocks, you whale," she heard Victoria say.
Connie turned around and her two daughters were there, just about ready to walk out the door.
"It was cute what you did yesterday," Penelope added, "But we assure you that will NOT happen again,"
She shot Connie an evil eye as Connie felt a sense of fear from her own daughter. She tried to speak back with another mighty fart, but all she could muster out was a small squeal. Her daughters laughed at her humiliation.
"Looks like Heather didn't do jack for you, huh?" Victoria said.
"Didn't do what?"
The three of them looked over and saw Heather standing there in the kitchen doorway. She was looking stunning that morning in jogging gear. There was already a strong scent from her, possibly from cropdusting the neighborhood like she usually did.
"Err, I didn't mean to bust in uninvited," she said, "I just stopped by to see how the family was doing,"
"You should know," Penelope growled, "Trying to turn our mother onto us!"
"Yeah you slutty pig, go fart in a mudbath!" Victoria said.
Heather stood firm and crossed her arms. PHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHFRTT! The loud roar from her butt shook the room like a smal earthquake, and suddenly the daughters were looking quite worried.
"I dare you to repeat those words, you little snot," she demanded.
They were both shaking as Victoria gulped.
"C...c'mon Penelope, let's go,"
They both quickly got out of there as Heather looked on.
"I guess you haven't scared them quite yet, huh?" she asked Connie.
"Oh, Heather, it's so pathetic!" Connie sighed, "My farts were so powerful, now they're little squeals!"
"Hmm, give me an example,"
Connie sighed, as she pushed and out came a blurt.
"You don't need to worry," Heather assured, "Your early farts won't be so big. But you have to save them up! You can't just fart freely and loudly all day, it's easy to run out you know..."
"For the first time in several years, I got my daughters to do their own chores," Connie smiled, "But I'm still not very confident,"
Heather placed her hand on Connie's shoulder.
"Connie, can I tell you a secret? I was in your place once too. My own daughters were quite bratty and took advantage of my weakness. When I was given the farting powers I was pretty shakey about it too. But there's one thing you should know: If they got scared from your farts yesterday, you've already won. It'll just take time for them to finally listen to and respect you,"
"But what else can I do in the meantime?"
"Look, if worst comes to worst and you feel it's desperate enough of a situation, you could do some... well, smothering,"
"Smothering?" Connie replied, "Wait... you don't mean...? Really?"
"Oh don't worry, it won't hurt them at all. Maybe just their pride. But you have that big butt for a reason, Connie! Use it to your advantage! I gotta go, good luck!"
Heather jogged out, but not before leaving another nuke behind, shaking the room slightly. Connie coughed, it was gonna take all day to clear that scent out.
One thing's for sure, when her daughters got back, it wasn't gonna be easy!   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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