Realizing that she didn't have much of a choice, Amy slowly walked over to her seat, with a look of disgust still plastered onto her face. Taking her seat, she picked up her fork and knife and start cutting up the flapjacks. Trying her best to ignore the smell emanating off them. After cutting them all up, Sarah picked up the bottle of syrup, and was about to pour it on the pancakes in an attempt to dull the inevitable taste of gas that would assault your taste buds. When she suddenly had a sickening thought pop up in her head.
"What if she farted into the syrup?" Amy thought. "I wouldn't put it past her," she threw a glare at the smirking Jessica, "she's farted on a lot of the things I've eaten or drunk. My milk, my sandwiches, even my ice cream and soda!"
Amy grimaced at those last ones before sighing in defeat and pouring a dab of syrup on a single piece of pancake.
"As much as I would love to not eat this, I'm at the disadvantage here." Stabbing the piece with your fork, she brought it up to her mouth, trying her best to ignore the smell. "I have to play along, for now, until I can gas up and get her back."
But upon putting the piece into her mouth, she was met with the indescribable taste of her mother's gas. A taste she was familiar with, but would never be used to. Slowly taking the fork from her mouth, Amy slowly chewed the food in her mouth, ignoring the evil smirking and twerking of her mother.
Eventually, the big butted teen swallowed the moresal that ravaged her sense of taste. Gasping for breath, she gazed at her plate.
That was only the first piece; Jessica had indeed farted in the syrup.
So focused was Amy on the offending plate before her, that she didn't realize her mother was sneaking around and grabbing her chair.
By the time she realized that she wasn't where she last saw her, she was flung to the ground, and squashed by an immense weight landing on her gut. By the time she regained her sense, she went wide eyed at the sight before her.
Jessica was sitting her big, pale, bare ass on her gut - full weight - and holding her breakfast in front of her with a devilish smile.
"Having trouble eating, Amy?" Jessica said as she poured syrup on the pancakes. "That's fine, I can always FEED you." At the sound of that, Amy struggled ferociously, only for Jessica to let loose a massive fart on top of her to show her dominance.
Amy always hated when she did that, it always made her feel so uncomfortable. But it, unfortunately, did it's job: rooting out resistance.
"Now," Jessica said as she stabbed a piece of pancake with the fork, "are you going to eat willingly? Or am I going to have to FORCE FEED you?"
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