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This will drive me crazy
If I’m not already there
You say it’s all good but maybe
You just don’t really care
I’m fading out to the post where
I’m the sane one
The ringing in my ears is
Getting louder now
I don’t think I’m crazy
But who am I to tell
My thoughts are so hazy
And this throbbing starts to swell
My eyes pulse and I see white
That quickly turns to black
I know that I’m not quite right
I stutter words that fell off track
I’m fading out to the post where
I’m the sane one
The ringing in my ears is
Getting louder now
I’m out
Again
I’m out
Again
I’m out
Again
I’m out
Again
I’m out
Again
Only it’s not inside my head
The sound’s real as a tangled thread
The intricate, mangled, weaving web
It was never inside my head
I’m fading out to the post where
I’m the sane one
The ringing in my ears is
Getting louder now
I’m fading out to the post where
I’m the sane one
The ringing in my ears is
Getting louder now
If I’m not already there
You say it’s all good but maybe
You just don’t really care
I’m fading out to the post where
I’m the sane one
The ringing in my ears is
Getting louder now
I don’t think I’m crazy
But who am I to tell
My thoughts are so hazy
And this throbbing starts to swell
My eyes pulse and I see white
That quickly turns to black
I know that I’m not quite right
I stutter words that fell off track
I’m fading out to the post where
I’m the sane one
The ringing in my ears is
Getting louder now
I’m out
Again
I’m out
Again
I’m out
Again
I’m out
Again
I’m out
Again
Only it’s not inside my head
The sound’s real as a tangled thread
The intricate, mangled, weaving web
It was never inside my head
I’m fading out to the post where
I’m the sane one
The ringing in my ears is
Getting louder now
I’m fading out to the post where
I’m the sane one
The ringing in my ears is
Getting louder now
Literature
The Vessel of Solaris: Origin
Born as an ordinary Emerald deep within the core of Little Planet, Esmeralda is a Mobian with a body made out of fractured light. As time-defying as the world she came from, she was tasked with collecting all 7 Time Stones to guarantee its Good Future. But once she does so, the stones lead her to a large mechanical factory. Deep within the hallways of the factory in question lies a small trinket that Esmeralda was led to. It looked like a bottle cap made up of two separate parts; a blue spout and a clear cover. She gets the idea to take the cap apart and see what happens, but the result was not pretty. During Sonic's re-visit to Never Lake years after Eggman's shenanigans, an explosion is seen at the top of Little Planet. Two primordial beings emerge from the planetoid; a living flame and a black shadow. It's around this time that Esmeralda arrives, but she looks...different. Her green fur is now a golden yellow, her ivory eyes are an emerald green, her black clothes are a brilliant white, and the gem embedded on the back of her left hand is glowing. It's the circumstantial meeting of the Emerald Porcupine and the Blue Blur. She introduces herself to Sonic as "Cedi", and they work together to capture the two beings before they can cause harm to the citizens of Mobius. But when they arrive at Never Lake's entrance, the black shadow reveals itself by taking Cedi's...shadow. In a manner eerily similar to his original meetup with Shadow, Mephiles introduces himself with a creepy demeanor to both Sonic and Cedi. But as he uses his improved powers gained from taking Cedi's shadow in her powered-up state, he willingly transports Sonic to his other half so he can have a scuffle with her. Mephiles will promise to reveal everything she wants to know if she wins against him with her own new powers. After being transported to the creature of magma and rock before him, Sonic begins to notice how similar the being looks to Perfect Chaos. He uses his past experience with taking on the mutant Chao to finish the creature off without breaking a sweat, and reverts it back to its primordial state; a giant, swirling ball of flames. Meanwhile, Cedi gets the hang of her new form by sprouting extra arms out of the light that surrounds her, finally defeating Mephiles. He reveals to her the truth about the trinket she found on Little Planet; the Link of Solaris. When Cedi separated the Link of Solaris into two halves, she inadvertently caused the two beings to return as reincarnations of the Flame of Hope. The raw power known as Iblis, and the conscious mind known as Mephiles. As a side effect of bringing Iblis and Mephiles back from the brink, kind of like splitting an atom, Cedi gained Solaris's power in the form of what she refers to as Sun Fist Mode. All Mephiles wants to do is become one with Iblis again, and Cedi is the key to making this possible. Mephiles and Cedi arrive to see Sonic using the Chaos Emeralds to keep the primordial Iblis in place, giving the three just enough time to begin a specific ritual. Cedi summons the 7 Time Stones, and slowly recites these words. "Eternal Sun! The Living Flame that has been entrusted to the royal family! Fall into slumber with a royal soul!" The ritual begins. Iblis and Mephiles surround Cedi, and she merges with the two in a flash of blinding light. What Sonic saw afterwards was something he didn't expect. No time-space distortion, no fire and brimstone, not even a shattered building. It was Cedi. She had green reptilian irises like Iblis and Mephiles, but with a second red outline. Her white clothes became a faint yellow, she gained red lips, and a ring with six large triangles floated behind her. The ritual was a complete success! As a thanks for helping her merge with Iblis and Mephiles, Cedi decides to give Sonic her real name; Esmeralda, the Emerald Porcupine.
Literature
Lazy Ryan - 4
Story contains: Mom x Son face farts Incestuous themes Dutch oven Fart fetish (obviously) Fart torture REALLY smelly farts Ankle-breaking roundabout Reader discretion is advised. “DINNER!”  Britney and Ryan both turned their heads toward the bedroom door. Well, Ryan tried to at least, all he could manage was shifting his eyes due to the mountains of butt-meat locking his head down. Britney groaned as she scooted out from Ryan’s head, making him drop to the bed. He exhaled out of relief, smiling as he felt the pressure from the binds release.  “Don’t think we’re done for tonight.” Britney told him, pulling up her yoga pants. Ryan bounced off the bed as she walked out. His senses were still toxic so he grabbed some cologne and splashed it on his face, scrubbing to get any of the fart stench out. Now he smelled like a middle school football player, but at least the anal reek was blocked out somewhat. -----  Ryan poked his casserole with his fork. His appetite was killed from that burrito he was forced to eat. Britney and Beth dug into theirs but Ryan couldn’t eat at all. He tried taking a bite but his stomach refused to let him.  “Hey mom, I’m not too hungry tonight. Can I skip supper?” Ryan asked Beth. She looked up from her plate with concern.  “But you always eat casserole… You feelin ok?” She asked in response. Ryan never skipped out on dinner so it was weird hearing him ask that.   “I don’t know, I just don’t feel like eating. I’m just gonna go for a walk, I’ll be back.” Ryan stood from his chair and walked out the front door, leaving Beth confused by his odd behavior. “He never wants to go outside… What’s going on up there?” She asked Britney. This was a perfect time for Britney to tell her about the cheating. However, this meant that if Ryan was punished, she wouldn’t be able to torture him anymore. Or at least not as easily. She thought about it for a minute and decided not to tell Beth. “Ehh, the burritos probably filled him up.” Britney responded, getting another mouthful of casserole. -----  Ryan was pretty far away from home at this point. He’d been walking for 20 minutes. The sun was resting just above the horizon as he walked on a path to a nearby lake. Sitting down at the dock, he felt extraordinarily hollow. The water was calm but waving, light from the orange son glimmering against the ripples. He stared at it for a while, thinking about what he could possibly do to stop Britney.  “God, such a bitch…” He said to himself softly. He felt like crying after being treated like an object by her, but didn’t. Exhaling, he continued staring at the lake. Even if his mind was clouded by the fear of his own cousin, he could at least smile knowing how beautiful this area was. He never wanted to leave, but the sun was setting and he began to feel chilly from the melodic breeze that weaved through his fingers. Exhaling, he accepted that it was time to walk home and began his walk back. He found himself smiling from the view, hoping to return tomorrow. It felt like he could feel some weird voice in the air telling him everything will be alright.  While he walked, he thought of ways to get out of his predicament. All he really wanted was obviously for Britney to leave him alone. If he could get in his room alone, he could log in and delete his search history. Then, he could show Beth the contract he was forced to sign to keep everything a secret. He remembered everything on that contract and didn’t remember seeing an explanation for why he was doing this, just a list of rules and a signature. He still needed to find an excuse for why he signed it, so he thought about it on the way home. Ryan got back home after another 20 minute walk. Upon opening the door, he saw Beth and Britney sitting on the couch watching TV. Perfect. If he got to his room without Britney tailing him, he could delete the search history.  “Do you feel any better hun? You’ve been gone for an hour, I was starting to get worried...” Beth asked. Ryan stretched his back and groaned a bit, beginning his walk to his room. While walking past, he responded.  “I’m fine mom, thanks for worrying. I’m just gonna do some work and go to bed.” As he crossed the walkway in the kitchen, he heard Beth call him back to the living room. Walking back in, he saw Beth with a smile on her face.  “I heard you passed one of your math classes. Your teachers called and said you did a great job. I’m very proud of you hun!” Beth told him. Before he could thank her, she started talking again. “You don’t need to do any more school work, come and sit with us!”  “I’d love to but I’m really tired right now. I will tomorrow night.” He said back before turning around. He wanted to get back to his room as soon as he could. Before he could reach the stairs however, he suddenly felt himself getting hugged from behind. ‘Oh god’ He thought, fearing that Britney got him. Turning around though, he saw his brunette mother looking him in his eyes. Her hazel eyes froze him as she hugged him tighter.  “We haven’t spent any time with each other in months, Ryan..” Beth said with a sad voice. That voice didn’t match her strength at ALL. Keeping her bear hug on him, she carried him back to the living room and sat him on the couch, keeping a hand on him as she sat. Ryan sat dead-center on the small sofa, resting between the 2 cushions. Beth leaned on him to keep him from moving and Britney followed, grabbing his arm and leaning on him. Ryan was incredibly uncomfortable, wishing he’d just spend the night at the lake.  “Awww look at us.” Said Beth, oblivious to how uncomfortable Ryan was. “Just sitting here, watching TV like a family. We used to do this all the time when you were little!” Ryan just groaned in response, but it wasn’t being a chair to Britney. At least he had that going for him. He looked down and saw his mother’s jean-clad thigh pressing against his right leg and Britney’s thigh pressed against his other leg. After a minute of thinking about it, he got a sudden thought to infect his head. What if Beth punished him like this? He went wide-eyed at the thought of it, shaking his head to get it out.  “Mom, I REALLY have to use the bathroom.” He told Beth. She kept a grip on him for a few more seconds but loosened it up, letting him go.  “Don’t go to your room, we’re all spending time together tonight!” He heard his mother call to him.  As he got into the bathroom he sat on the toilet, putting his hands into his palms and sighing. He felt like punching something. His plans were all interrupted because of his mother. While using the bathroom he decided to hop into the shower to freshen up. He hadn’t showered in days and felt rotten. It hit him there; if he could take a shower, he could go upstairs to ‘get clothes’ then delete his search history! Ryan felt like a genius, hopping into the warmed water with a smirk.  After an extra long shower, he hopped out and looked at himself in the mirror. His hair fluffed up a lot more and felt way softer. He brushed his teeth for ten minutes, covering every part of his mouth in toothpaste and mouthwash and scrubbed vigorously to get the shit-breath out. The only stench left in his head was in his memory. Bad news: it still stunk.  “Hey mom can I go grab some clothes?” He asked, poking his head out of the bathroom. “I promise I’ll be back down here!”  “Ok hun, just be back in 10 minutes. We got a movie to watch!”  Ryan rushed upstairs into his room, shutting his door and locking it. He felt a rush of adrenaline as he cheered to himself. He’d be able to break himself of this burden finally. This was the longest 24 hours of his life, and he was ready to-  “Sup.”  Ryan froze like a statue as he heard a familiar voice. Turning around, Britney eyeballed him. He reached his hand back to unlock his door then walked over to his dresser, maintaining eye contact with her stern glare.  “Uhm.. C-can I get a b-bit of privacy..?” Ryan asked feebly, keeping a grip on his towel. Britney responded by sitting on his bed, still keeping a soul-piercing leer into his eyes.  “You’ve seen my asshole and I never asked for your privacy. Just shut up and put your clothes on.” Was her response, making Ryan sigh. He opened his drawer’s and grabbed some clothes. Then, side-stepping to his closet, he walked in, closing the door. He dropped his towel and began pulling his boxers up when his closet door suddenly shot open, Britney on the other side of the door frame. Ryan yelped as he jerked his boxers up. The lights in his ceiling weren’t the only thing that flashed though, as she took a picture with her phone.    Ryan felt like tackling her and grabbing her phone at that point. The pictures she had on it were horrible, the one she just took being tame by comparison. Earlier that day she snapped the pic of Ryan’s crying face between her legs. If that ever got out, he’d never live that down. Still though, he had to delete his search history before he tried anything. Sucking it up, he threw on his polo and shorts and walked out.  They walked back downstairs and sat on the couch, Ryan sitting on the far end this time.  “Aww come on hunny, don’t you wanna sit with your mama?” Beth said in a taunting manner. Ryan huffed a bit, shaking his head.  “Britney is the visitor, she should have the best view for the movie.” Ryan responded with a smile on his face.  “That’s so sweet of you! Come on Britney, sit! The movie’s starting.”  Ryan looked at Britney, glancing down at the seat. -----  The movie went on for about 2 and a half hours. It was one of Ryan’s favorites as well, at least he wasn’t stuck watching something sappy. He looked to his right to see Britney asleep, leaning back with her mouth open. While she didn’t snore, you could tell she was asleep.  ~Bffrrrt~  Yep, definitely asleep. Ryan winced hearing that, covering his nose and getting up. Beth watched and snickered a bit.  “It’s just a fart Ryan, stop being so dramatic.” Beth said, snickering at his reaction. Ryan didn’t care how pathetic it was, he didn’t want to be near her when she was asleep.  “All she did was fart when she slept in my room, mom. They reek worse than anything I’ve been forced to endure.” Ryan walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. Beth got up and followed him, smiling from his remark. Ryan sat down and watched as Beth grabbed some soda.  “Hey, they can’t possibly be as bad as mine.” She told him, snickering. He stopped drinking his water and stared at her. Darting his eyes away, he took another swig of water. He didn’t know just how bad they smelled, but he did know just how bad mexican food made her. He could recall just laying in bed and hearing echoed sounds of farts from her room every time she got food from the nearby taco place.  Beth was not only authoritative, wanting everything to go just as she explains it, but was also competitive. Her devotion to succeed in any challenge and be on top has given her respect by everyone at the school she works at. The faculty respected her for being one of the hardest workers there and the students also loved her. They loved her for different reasons however, and that was definitely her body. Ryan’s friends would always comment on how hot his mom is which got on his nerves, but he understood completely. For a 37-year-old woman, she is definitely an eye-catcher. Her face is inviting and kind. 1 smile from her would make you want to hug her. Of course there’s her body as well. She isn’t overweight but she’s the kind of chubby that everyone wanted. Fair breasts, but a huge ass. Pairing that up with her thighs gave her the ultimate milf-physique. Ryan just sat and nodded after she said that. He didn’t want to challenge her remark. Hearing a thud behind him and seeing Britney sprawled out on the couch when he turned, he was pleased to see that she truly was asleep and that Ryan would get the bed all to himself. He turned back to talk to his mom, forgetting about going upstairs and deleting the search history. “Well, your farts may stink but Britney’s are still bad. She also tossed and turned a lot in her sleep last night, but she seems to be perfectly comfortable on the couch. I wouldn’t want her back being hurt in my room, so is it ok if she sleeps in here? It’d be better for everyone.” Ryan told Beth. She thought about it for a minute. Ryan watched, praying for her to agree. “I dunno hun, she really wanted to see you.” She said, making Ryan slump. “Like, she BEGGED to hang out with you over the phone. I can’t just break her heart like that. You probably won’t even spend any time with her if she does sleep in the living room.” “Mom please!” He asked, raising his voice a bit. Beth furrowed her eyebrows when he did which made Ryan scared. “I’m sorry for yelling like that, but you have to see where I’m coming from. And I’ll hang out with her as much as you want me to!” Beth sat back and took another swig of soda. Ryan sat back and hoped she’d change her mind. After a minute of silence, she talked. “Ok, but on one condition.” Ryan smiled when she said ok. Exhaling, he sat back up to respond. “Of course! What is that condition?” “Well, you were complaining about her gas a few minutes ago…” Suddenly after she said that, she rubbed her stomach a bit. ~GrrrRRRGRRGMMGG~ A deathly grumbling came from her stomach, making Ryan scared when pairing that up with her last statement. He looked up in fear as Beth stood up, narrowing her head to follow her. Ryan felt a lump in his throat develop as he walked with her. As they walked upstairs, her jean-covered ass occupied a lot of his vision. He aimed his head down and walked slower so as to not get a direct view of it. When they reached Beth’s room, she opened the door and pulled him inside by his wrist. She noticed how much he was shaking, feeling a bit bad about it. Whatever she decides goes though, so she didn’t change her mind. “Stay here for now.” Ryan shivered all over. He watched as she got in bed and crawled under her comforter, laying on her side and curling up. Ryan tried swallowing the lump in his throat as we walked over. He put his hands together and over his stomach as he tried to keep his cool, knowing he was failing. “Crawl under the cover.” Said Beth. Reluctantly, Ryan got on his knees and lifted up the comforter, sticking his head under it and edging his way in. Her hips held the blanket up like a pole keeping a carpet ceiling up. Immediately an earthy, sweaty odor accompanied him. He crawled all the way in, feeling the weight of the cover hit the floor. The bed was huge, but there wasn’t much room under the comforter with Beth under it as well. Ryan’s head was sitting right next to her colossal ass, nose pointed at the crack in her jeans. Beth lifted the blanket up and looked at Ryan. “Comfy?” She asked. Ryan wanted to say yes and be honest at the same time but the anticipation of what he knew was coming next clouded his mind. Still though, he nodded with wide eyes.    “Ok, here’s what’s going to happen. If you really want Britney to stay out of your room, you’re going to stay under this blanket for an hour.” Beth said, pulling up a timer on her phone. “Once the timer is up, you can go back to your room and Britney will sleep in the living room.” “Why are we doing this mom?” Ryan asked, sort of regretting it knowing his position. Beth got snuggled up before responding. “Everyone farts Ryan. Getting huffy over your cousin passing gas is immature. Plus, it’s something you need to get used to.” She responded. Ryan disagreed with her about ‘needing to get used to them’ but he stopped talking and listened to anything else she had to say. Ryan was scared but had enough devotion to take her up on that challenge. One more hour of stink VS many more nights of that with his incestuous cousin. To him, the former was way better.  “If you leave at all during this hour, you lose. Also, please try not to get sick.” Without anything else to say, she lowered the comforter and turned the timer on. He could hear her turn the lamp off and get comfortable. Ryan wished he had that comfort. This is the second night in a row where his face is near a girl's butt.  ~Gggrruuummgggrrgg~  Another thunderous growl echoed under the blanket. If he recalled correctly, that casserole had broccoli in it. This would be hellish. He began to sweat from the blanket and the body heat produced from his mother’s giant ass. He knew how bad they sounded, so he shuddered thinking of what they must smell like.  ~PPBBBFRROOOOAAAARTTTPP!!!~ His fears were called soon after as a colossal back-blast erupted from her denim pants. Ryan felt a rush of fetid wind attack his senses. He gagged as the smell of digested broccoli and breakfast burrito fermenting in her stomach for multiple hours filled the short space where he laid. The smell didn’t dissipate at all, as 4 minutes later the smell was still present. Ryan’s air was running low. He felt smothered by the stench his mother was producing. ~BLLBLBLBBBBLLOORRRTPP!~  Soon after he felt another typhoon of air plow into his face. It sounded a lot wetter than the last. He could tell her ass was beginning to sweat a lot more. ‘At least she didn’t take her pants off’ Ryan thought amidst his retching.  ~mmmMMMMBBLBLBLOORRP~  Ryan was drenched in sweat as his nostrils were being attacked by Beth’s constant tuba-blast farts. He was not only running out of air, but it felt like he was running out of anything to breathe at all. The gas was so horrifically dense that it felt like he could take a bite out of it.  Beth could hear Ryan breathing heavily under the blanket. She felt really bad for him, as every breath he took was led up to a bunch of gagging and coughing. She clenched her teeth, wondering if she should shorten the time and let him leave. It must’ve been utter mayhem under that blanket. Looking at the time, about 12 minutes have passed. If he’s reacting like this, perhaps Ryan really was having trouble sleeping in the same room as Britney. She thought about sparing him, but decided against it. It’s not like SHE was dutch ovening him every night, right? ~BRRrrrffRRUPT~ An airy one hit his face, making him cry from how it seeped into his nostrils after hitting him in his top lip. He didn’t just tear up, he bawled. Beth really began to feel bad for him after hearing her own son cry. Looking back at the timer, he was 13 minutes and 56 seconds in. “Ok Ryan, I’ll shorten it for you. You’re 14 minutes in. I’ll shrink it to 20 minutes, but you gotta raise your endurance for the last 6.” She said, putting the timer on pause. She heard Ryan groan in response, signifying her that he heard. “I want you to put your nose against my butt and take big sniffs. It’s only 6 minutes, compared to another 45 minutes. Do we have a deal?” Ryan squinted, jolting at the idea of putting his face in his moms ass, but it was only a minute. He endured a full 8 hours of it from Britney, he couldn’t possibly fail a minute. “A-alright..” Beth exhaled in relief. She couldn’t live with making her own son endure an hour of gas that obviously made him sick. Shortening the timer, she put her hand on Ryan’s head and pulled it closer. Ryan tried to pull his head away but got it together and put his nose on her asscrack. It was immediately revolting, making him jerk his head back. However Beth’s hand kept him locked against her butt. “I had a feeling you’d do that. It’s ok hunny, mama’s got you. Just take deep breaths and you’ll get used to it.” Ryan tried that but regretted it. Beth listened as he gagged but held him there, still keeping the timer paused. Another minute went by, but Ryan got used to it and stopped coughing. Beth started the timer. Ryan continued sniffing the evaporatingly stinky buttcrack of his mom. He put his hands on her hip to lock himself in a bit easier. If he pretended to enjoy it, maybe these next few minutes would be a breeze. ~Pppfffbblblblbb~ Ryan didn’t pull away but coughed a bit as the swampy fart corroded his nose. Feeling it enter was terrible. It burned and made him tear up again. Beth looked at the timer while she farted, seeing 16 minutes had gone by. Beth smiled when looking back at the bump in her bed that was Ryan’s shoulder. She stared at that area for 2 more minutes. Some part of her really liked the idea of someone being back there to experience the nuclear rot that her ass produced. The longer she stared, the more interested she became with it. While she felt terrible earlier after hearing Ryan gag, his recent coughing fit flipped some lever in her brain. She looked back at the timer. 19 minutes had gone by. Beth shifted from her ass to the timer. While she glanced back and forth… ~PfffbbbllblbbBBLORT~  Another fart shot out of her ass, ending in a ripper that vibrated her butthole and the denim that covered it. Ryan jerked his head back and began coughing again. It was apparent that that one was particularly rotten as Ryan continued heaving against her ass for another few seconds. The timer was only 20 seconds away from beeping but Beth didn’t feel like ending the session.  After a couple more seconds, she decided to lie to Ryan. She paused the timer and added 5 more minutes. She felt some guilt built from her choice but would rather have the satisfaction in the end. Plus it was only 5 more minutes. There’s no way he’d notice, right?  She watched as the timer counted past 20 minutes. After feeling the sinking feeling in her chest, she felt more and more in charge a few seconds later.  ~mmmmbbrbbrbrrrr…~  Another hot fart seeped through her mountainous buttcheeks, flowing right into Ryan’s pressed up nostrils and making his eyes burn. While Beth felt bad about it earlier, now she loved it. The way Ryan’s hand quivered as it grabbed her hip, all from a fart. From this experience, she discovered a part of herself that she quickly embraced, AND she learned how to punish Ryan if he ever gets on her bad side.  That last part made her think though. If Ryan fails to comply with her challenge, then could she punish him for losing? She never said she’d punish him for losing, but she did say that Britney would be sleeping with him.  ~PPFFFRRRRR…~  As she thought about what she’d do, she suddenly felt her comforter being pulled off of her, led behind a sudden thud. Looking over the bed, she saw Ryan hunched over on all fours, dry heaving profusely from her recent emission. It burned her butt coming out so it must’ve been way too much to handle for him. He opened his red eyes and saw Beth, who put her hand over her mouth witnessing how bad that affected her son.  Fear welled up in Ryan’s eyes as he begged Beth for a second chance. Her worried expression turned into a grimace as her eyebrows narrowed downwards and she smirked. Ryan began crying when he watched her face change into that.  “Nope, sorry hun. You lost fair and square.” Beth said, shrugging her shoulders. Ryan, still shuddering from his breakdown, stood up and started walking out the door. Before he could go, he heard Beth yell at him to come back. As he walked back, Beth stood up and shut the door behind him, locking it.  “Since your cousin is asleep and I know how much you didn’t like her farts last time… I guess you’ll be sleeping with me to make up for it!” Beth said enthusiastically. Ryan, however, was the least bit enthusiastic. He tried to turn and run for the door but Beth, much like earlier before, grabbed him with a bear-hug and carried him away.  “MOM PLEASE, I CAN’T!” Ryan screamed. He knew Britney wouldn’t care if he tried that, but this was his own mother! She has to have some form of empathy. That didn’t work for him though. She kept him locked in her arms and carried him to the futon in her room. Then, tossing him onto his back, she quickly sat on his upper chest before he could get up. She felt the breath exit his chest from the impact blow against her butt as her crack was pinned against his nose. Giggling, she held his arms so they wouldn’t flail.  ~Pfffff… ffffbbbrbrbrrBBRROOOORTBB~  A massive fart that lasted 4 seconds flew down his nostrils, making him buck under Beth’s massive rump. Despite pretty much being alone due to Ryan’s sight being blocked by an asscheek, she held his arms together in one hand and put her other hand in the air, mimicking riding a mechanical bull. She laughed at her own joke, getting off of Ryan. She looked over her shoulder and saw Ryan’s disgusted face, giggling into her hand as he gulped in fresh air.  Walking away she grabbed a blanket out of her closet and brought it to the floor, laying it out flat and folding it. Then she picked up Ryan and laid him on the end of the blanket. He tried to sit up to at least attempt to defend himself, but of course it didn’t work. Beth rolled him up in the blanket until he was wrapped completely in a blanket-burrito shell. She picked him up and laid him on the bed. He felt lifeless, both from being tired and from how much his lungs have been filled with his mother’s terrible farts. He had enough energy to watch as Beth laid on her stomach in front of him, grabbing the blanket that wrapped him up and laying him down, face in her ass. The bed was big enough for both of them to be lined up like that without part of his body hanging off significantly, so he couldn’t bank on rocking himself off the bed and rolling away… if that was at all efficient. ~BRRRORPT~ A sharp fart spread out in the denim’s buttcrack part, attacking Ryan’s sense of smell as the warm moistness surrounded his nostrils. Beth laughed as Ryan squirmed uselessly. After a minute of looking over her shoulder and watching in satisfaction, she yawned, indicating it was time to sleep. She threw the comforter over her and Ryan then turned off the lights with her smartphone. “If I don’t find you in my bed tomorrow morning, you’ll be sleeping with both me AND Britney. Goodnight hun~” -----  A couple minutes later, Ryan heard Beth snoring ahead of him. His eyes, much like the night with Britney, were wide open and bloodshot. The snoring was loud enough to show that Beth was in a deep sleep, so he tried to wiggle his face out from her ass. However it was impossible without waking her up. Accepting his role tonight, he sobbed against his mom’s ass and started breathing. He knew from nights where she had mexican that she farted a lot in her sleep. She had broccoli casserole tonight, so hopefully she wouldn’t fart an awful lot.  ~Grrgrrruurrmmmgrrurrmble~  The tectonic growl he heard ahead made entirely sure to disprove his ambitions a couple seconds after he thought of it. This was going to be a rougher night than he’d hoped for. At least he could turn his head to the sides and not have the farts getting injected up his nose like Britney would do to him, but it didn’t matter when he had no clean oxygen whatsoever. Plus, it’s safe to say that Beth’s farts are worse than Britney’s, which is saying something considering how she made him barf twice.  ~PFFFRRRRRBBRBRBBBLBLL~  The air around him became contaminated again as the fart vibrated against his face. His eyes stung as the bubbly mess of a jungle fart moistened Ryan’s face with both his sweat and her ass sweat. He twisted his head trying to deal with the miasma but that only made him run out of breath, forcing him to breathe more.  ~GMMMBUUUUURR~    This next one wasn’t just a typical air muffin, it was just purely offensive. It packed the same stench and sting of the one that made him fall to the floor, but this time he has no choice but to smell it. He yelped as the butt-burner incinerated his nose hairs, making him turn his head to try and escape. With the weight of the comforter and being wrapped up in another blanket holding him down though, he just sat there and writhed in pain as it stung his eyes, nose and soul.  ~BRAPPPPPPPPSSsssss~  A sharp trumpet shot turned silent-but-violent put his nose through 2 different stages of Hell. The first part was meaty and wet, with the second half being blazing and drought-like, making him gag as his throat dried up. Miraculously, his tears didn’t dry up.    ~MMBBLBLBLLLlllss~                ~Prrrssssssshhh…~      ~Fffffffffffffffff..~                 ~ffffFFFPHRRRRRPT~                               ~BLORBBLBLBB~         ~Phhrrsshhhh…~  More and more assaulted his face throughout the night. He puked multiple times which sucked because he’d either have to swallow it down if it was in his mouth or he’d have to lick it off of her buttcrack, which was dangerous if she farted into his mouth. He began to get tired after getting pelted by fart after fart, like he was going to pass out again. Unfortunately, he wasn’t allowed that leisure, as her farts were so overwhelming that any time he nearly fell asleep, the sheer power of a SBD would shock his brain right awake. It was a hellish, terrible night. -----  Ryan laid in his confines for an excruciating 9 hours. When Beth woke up, she threw the comforter off and crawled out from under the Ryan-roll, getting on her knees and taking a deep breath in.  ~SNNNNNFFFFF~  “Ahh, casserole. Oh, howdy darlin’! How’d you sleep?”  She looked down at Ryan with a huge smile on her face. Beside his head she noticed a small puddle of vomit, making her laugh loudly.  “Oho- oh my goodness!” She laughed out. After her little fit of euphoria, she jumped out of bed, pulling Ryan off and rolling him out of his jail. “There hun, I’d like to see you complain about Britney now!” Then without a second word, she pulled some work clothes out of her dresser and walked to the bathroom.  Ryan laid there, brain burned from the experience. He swore up and down that he lost some brain cells from that terrible night. Getting up, he slumped his way out of her door and into his. He hoped he’d get at least a little time to chill, but that was a cruel joke. The first thing he saw when walking through his door was a pantless Britney laying on his bed. She turned to look at him with her now-iconic smug grin and full eyes.  “Hey, we have unfinished business.”
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I'm in Love with a Monster: Chapter 15
On the Monday after my date with Sam, I was zoning out in History class with the bruised and bandaged Bryce staying as far away from me as the seating arrangement allowed. Suddenly, Principal Rivers' voice came over the speakers. "Will Luna Loud, Bryce Buchanan, and Sam Sharp please come to the principal's office? Luna Loud, Bryce Buchanan, and Sam Sharp to the principal's office." I stood up and left the room in the direction of the principal's office, mentally crossing my fingers that Bryce was the one in trouble, not Sam or me. Sam and I arrived at the same time, and my hand leaped into his as if through magnetism. He looked at me with concern in his eyes, then smiled and gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. Principal Rivers was waiting for the three of us alongside Lisa and two police officers. "I assume you're wondering why I called the three of you in," Principal Rivers began her explanation. "These two gentlemen would like to ask you all some questions before they conclude an
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