This choice: Her pants rip right down the crack! • Go Back...Chapter #4Dropping Pounds by: Unknown Soaking wet and dizzy from ass stench, you remain under Liz for rep after agonizing rep until suddenly you realize you've waited far too long. The sound of ripping fabric suddenly reached your ears, and before your eyes you see Liz's already too tight yoga pants finally surrendering to her size. As her ass descends upon you for the umpteenth time you get an up close and personal view of her pants tearing right down her ass crack, exposing the deep pimply valley full of sweat, shit, and an asshole that looks bigger than your head. Her next dip forces the tear further, all the way to her crotch where her soaking cameltoe was practically already visible as it was. She looks like she hasn't shaved anything of that area since it began growing hair, as her pussy, and taint are covered in a tangled, matted brown bush. Even her asscrack has a considerable amount of hair left unchecked. Liz doesn't even notice anything happened.
"How am I doing down there, coach? Is my form good?" Liz asks energetically between squats, her titanic ass engulfing your entire field of vision, her asshole yawning with each dip toward you. You wouldn't be surprised if you could actually see the stench wafting from her nether regions; it's become exponentially worse now that it's not being filtered through the fabric.
"No... more..." You manage to gasp without having to open your mouth too much, but even that small window of time allows for a horrible amount of tainted air into you. It feels almost solid, like there's actually a lump of bad eggs and rotting fish sitting in your mouth. You want with every fiber of your being to get up and run, but you feel so sickened you can barely move.
"More?" Liz mishears, stopping her set for a moment. "You're really working me hard today, bro. Or maybe you just like the view..." She spanks one of her massive asscheeks, flinging a splatter of sweat at you and causing a ripple through the jiggly fat that persists for several seconds. "Alright," she says, taking her position once more, "let's keep going! Keep your eyes on my ass Steven!" As if there was anything else you could see. Her bare crack bounces over you in rhythm once more, joined by your sister's grunts of exertion and a deep rumbling that you do not like the sound of. As Liz comes down for another squat, her asshole opens wider than you've ever seen it go, and your torment suddenly becomes significantly worse.
FFRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTT
A powerful, hot wind blasts you in the face as she squats, becoming worse the farther she dips. It stops as suddenly as it started when she starts going back up, but as she descends again more gas gets pushed out.
PPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRTTTTTT
Over and over you're assaulted with noxious fumes that force their way into your lungs one way or another. Your entire respiratory system burns from the stink, but it's all there is to breathe withing a 10' radius. You're trapped by your body's refusal to move, being farted on in plain view of everyone in the park by your bottomless sister. The rest of her pants have since torn themselves to shreds around her gigantic legs, leaving only the struggling elastic waistband and a few tatters around her ankles, completely exposing her fat, pale thighs as well as her private regions.
Just when you felt like you'd pass out from the stench, you notice that Liz's farts suddenly seem stifled. They come out in short little (for her) poots instead of rippling bursts; it seems like she's finally run out of pent up gas, until you realize as her sphincter stretches once more that you're dead wrong. As her body lowers down it begins to force a log of thick, brown, clay-like shit thicker than your leg from the hole. Your skin crawl as it begins coiling on your face and torso; by the time she pinches it off it feels like it weighs at least 10 pounds. At the same time your chest and lower body are being soaked with gallons of dark yellow piss, adding to your horrific situation.
"Oh man, now I see why you had me do more," Liz pants, "I can already feel the pounds dropping! I am gonna have the best butt in town, no doubt about it!" Like a Play-Doh toy, every time Liz bends her waist to squat a little bit more of her shit gets squeezed out until her sphincter cuts it off, dropping more and more heavy turds on your face until you couldn't even get up if you wanted to. You're literally pinned down by her crap.
When she finally reached her hundredth squat, she's dropped more that 50 pounds of feces on you. It's a miracle you can still breathe under the coiled mess. "Phew! Finally done! How was that Steven? ...Steven?" Your sister steps away so she can look at where you were laying. "Steven, come on now there's no time to be lying around!" She reaches into her crap and pulls you out as if it weren't even there, allowing you to finally take a breath of fresh air, or at least more fresh that it had been. She's breathing her hot, nasty breath right into your face as she recovers from her workout.
You feel her swing you around as you try to wipe the crap from your face, and when you open them again you find yourself staring right at...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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