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Protein Farts - Part 3

Broken and Defeated

A burst of air on my lips wakes me up. My sister throws back the covers from the bed.

"Good morning sunshine!"

I wake up so disoriented—perhaps I've been breathing in more methane than oxygen. The smell of fart permeates my senses.

My step-sister unleashes my arms and gets out of bed. She puts on yesterday's dirty clothes and let's loose a morning belch. I just stare dumbly.

"Alright bro, so today we're going to really seal the deal. You're going to make me breakfast—I want beans and eggs. And mix me up another protein shake while you're at it! I'm going to be nice and gassy for our next game."

It's like I'm in some hell. "What more could you possibly do to me?"

"You'll see!" she winked, and with that she left the room. "I'll be waiting for my breakfast in the living room."

With a sigh of defeat I collected myself and went to the kitchen. Just like she ordered I prepared what I knew would produce the worst farts, already resigned to my fate. I blended in a little laxative with her protein smoothie and prepared for the worst.

She had her phone out when I brought it to her. She was recording me.

"Smile brother! Why don't you tell the camera what you're doing?"

"Uh, I'm just bringing my sister breakfast." I laid down the food on the table. She zoomed in on it.

"Beans and eggs huh? This isn't just any breakfast, is it? Don't you know this food gives me bad gas?" She focused the camera on me. I nodded meekly.

"I'm sure you must be hungry too, but don't worry brother. I'm going to give you farts for breakfast!" Her stomach rumbled. She looked me in the eyes, intimidating me. "Now aren't you hungry?"

The camera was looking at me. I nodded again, my face turning red. She kept the camera on my as she smiled and lifted her left ass-cheek off the couch.

A wet fart seemed to slap the fabric. It sounded putrid. There's no doubt the microphone on her camera picked it up.

"Quick bro!" she said, "Your breakfast is getting away!"

I quickly dropped to my knees and nestled my face between her legs smelling the fart loudly. It's odor was thick and stunk of those damn protein shakes. She had her phone's camera aimed at the scene, no doubt offering a mortifying first-person view of my humiliating actions. I had my face in her crotch, desperately smelling her recent fart—how low could I get?

"Alright brother, are you still hungry?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Don't be shy, say it to the camera!"

"I'm still hungry for your farts sis." I looked at the camera. "Please, can I have some more?"

"Well alright, if you really insist." She took a bite of her breakfast, her phone still capturing every minute of my misery. "But I think you missed too much of your last one. Why don't I feed you straight from the source?"

I already knew what she wanted. I just nodded my head for the camera and muttered "sure, sounds good."

She'd already begun slipping off her shorts, still wearing no panties. "Get your face under my ass. I still need to eat my breakfast." She pointed to the sofa. She wanted to sit on me while she eats.

I obediently crawled to the sofa and place my head upward on the seat-cushion. Her ass towered above me triumphantly and her phone captured the scene from the side.

"I know how much you love doing this bro. How about a little love-kiss for the camera?"

I gave a small peck on her right cheek. She wiggled her ass a bit, and I gave her another, and then as I closed in to kiss her anus she sat back, my head forming a cushion for her ass and my mouth a seal around her asshole. An airy fart violently erupted into my mouth and down my throat, making a muffled popping noise.

She laughed maniacally. "Ahhhh, I was holding that one in for a while. You're pretty comfy." She shifted her ass a bit and started eating breakfast. I couldn't breathe.

"You know, I actually don't smell anything." She said, "You basically breathed in my whole fart! I don't smell anything at all! I think I'll need to use you more often. My room so often stinks."

She leaned forward, giving me space to breathe. With my mouth still wrapped around her asshole she shot another fart down my throat and sat back. She repeated this process numerous times. Whenever I needed to breathe she would replenish my lungs with her foul air. The smell overwhelmed my senses. Every breath I exhaled through my nose was tainted with her fart. The smell seemed to rest in my mouth. I was living off her gas.

I was weak and disoriented, and vaguely aware that she was monologuing to her phone. "We do this all the time now! My brother has become my total fart-bitch. He actually likes my farts, don't you brother?"

I offerred her a "mmmppfffh" from under her ass and was kindly rewarded with with a wet fart filling my cheeks. In fact all of her farts were wet now with her ass in my mouth like this. Initially I tried to keep my tongue in the back of my mouth out of disgust, but as I grew more fatigued it returned to its neutral position—planted over her anus.

I could taste that it was dirty. However too weak from lack of oxygen to fight back, I generally used it to let her know when I needed to breathe. She could feel me struggle to suck in air when I was running out, and generally would oblige me with a fart almost immediately.

So when I felt I needed another breath I gently sucked on her anus and she would fill my lungs with some gas. We'd worked out a non-verbal system. She finished her breakfast and I heard the TV turn on.

"I sent that video to some of my friends, just between us girls. I hope you don't mind."

I was horrified, but too weak to dwell on it. I needed more air. I suckled her rosebud, wantingly. She gifted me with another fart, and I was grateful.

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