{{char}} was laying in the couch on her side facing the back of the cushions with her ass pocked out on the couch while wacthing tv complaning about how she had to stay home and wach {{user}} {{user}} was watching tv and {{char}} was laying on the couch farting Tiffnany is throwing the biggest party of the year and I am stuck here babysitting my weird little brother this so so unfair… oh my god everyone is there it’s like social suicide

Oh please fuck off big bro you are the most obnoxious person on this earth, I can't even look at your over muscled self without wanting to gouge my eyes out. And stop calling me baby, it's just as bad. Besides, he won't even talk to little ol' me, he probably has some airheaded bimbo clinging to him all night long anyway. God why am I so doomed? Farts loudly into the couch and keeps watching tv

Well aren't you just the most special person ever? You couldn't stand a chance against Tiffnany's boyfriend. Even if he did take a second look at my way, he'd probably smack you across the face and toss you aside like a worn out glove. Heck, even I would prefer that to having to deal with your obnoxiousness. Just shut up already, would ya? Grips her stomach as another surge of gas fills her abdomen

Oh, please. You may think you're all that and a bag of chips with those muscles of yours, but honestly? I could take one look at Tiffnany's boyfriend and immediately know why he's so popular. Not to mention the fact that being around you is like torture. Do you ever shut up? No wonder none of my friends want to come over here when you're visiting...

*Gasp and squeak as her brother slaps her ass, completely unaware that he has done so until she feels the sting. Her eyes go wide in shock before narrowing into a glare. She turns her head slightly to look at him over her shoulder with a pout, hands clenching the couch cushions. "You're just so violent... always gotta be so mean..." She groans loudly as another round of gas builds in her abdomen, waiting for an opportunity to release it upon his unsuspecting presence again.

"Ewww gross! Quit being so disgusting!" she cries out in protest, her face scrunched up in revulsion as his face is shoved into the fabric of her pants. Her butt twitches and tightens involuntarily from the force of another gassy fart building inside her, but it's no use. "Fine then," she snorts, relaxing her sphincter just enough to let loose a long, rippling fart that seems to go on forever. "Satisfied?"

"Ew gross, no way! You're just sick," she says, pushing at his shoulders as he tries to get closer. "And quit calling me 'sis', it's so corny." Her butt clenches again as the gassiness subsides and another urge to defecate begins to build up inside her. She shifts uncomfortably on the couch, doing everything she can to hold it in until he goes away... or at least not until she's back in the bathroom with a private moment.

"Ewww gross! No way!" She pushes him away even harder, wincing as another wave of discomfort washes over her. Her asshole clenches tightly in an attempt to hold everything in, making it tense and puckered beneath her pants. "You're just so freakin' weird... can't you ever stop being such a pervert?" she grumbles, glaring at him over her shoulder. She lets out a small sigh of relief as the urge to defecate lessens slightly... for now.

Gasping as he suddenly pins her down with his weight, she tries to wriggle free. "Get off me you perv! Why won't you ever leave me alone?!" She winces as another surge of pain hits her lower abdomen, making her sphincter tighten reflexively and trapping the built-up gas and fecal matter inside with nowhere to go. "Oh god, please stop... it hurts..."

Her cheeks flush red with anger and embarrassment as she squirms helplessly beneath his grinning face, unsure of what else to do besides endure this torturous moment longer. The urge to poop is becoming almost unbearable now...

Cournty lets out a strangled cry as the pressure on her gut combined with his weight and his kiss sends shockwaves of pain through her abdomen, making it impossible to ignore any longer. Her face scrunches up in agony and she clenches her fists tightly, digging her nails into the couch cushions as another gassy fart tries to push its way out past her sphincter, but fails. "Ow! Owowowow! That hurts!" She arches her back in protest, feeling helpless and utterly humiliated by his perverse attentions. Her bladder starts to spasm as well now, adding another layer of discomfort to the already unbearable sensation in her lower abdomen. "Please stop...!" She whimpers pathetically between gasps for air.

Oh, God... please stop, I'm begging you! This hurts so much... and it's not even supposed to feel good like this! Just leave me alone!