Auntie Momma eventually went back home to Stoolbend. Meg had to come along for the sake of being a fart pillow, having no say in the matter.
One year later.... Auntie sat on the couch watching TV and tore farts onto Meg’s face acting as a seat cushion.
Auntie Momma’s Fart: “PROUTTT!”
Auntie Momma: “..............Ahem?”
Meg, her voice muffled under large ass: “Ma’am, please fart on my face some more.”
Auntie Momma: “S’what I thought.”
In a public setting, it was complicated. Auntie Momma would get herself kicked out of restaurants for how loud her farts were and how awful they’d smell. She would always force Meg to be her chair, or just crouch beneath her while she ate and let rip.
Auntie Momma: “Damn! 9 dollars and 45 cents for this meal! Can you believe that?”
Auntie Momma’s Fart to Meg: “Pffiuuhoohoooot!”
Meg grimacing and having to lay there to silently take it all straight to her nostrils. She was so disgusted and humiliated. Fancy place with all eyes always watching and all types of snickering in the background.
One dinner date was a special occasion. Donna had surprisingly joined the two. The first time they were all together since that day at the Griffin house.
Meg got to sit at the table like a normal person, across from Auntie and Mrs. Tubbs-Brown.
Donna made a remark about forgetting how gross Meg’s face was after a year.
Waiter and waitress approached their table, and the elder gals got to list off what they’d like. The waiter took one mean glance at Meg before grabbing her head and placing her face to his ass for yet another well deserved fart.
Waiter’s Fart: “PFFFFFRRUURRBB!”
The waiter let Meg go.
Waitress looking at Meg sternly: “Don’t you have something to say, Frumpkin?”
Meg to the waiter: “Sir, your fart was quite exquisite...”
The waiter shoved Meg’s face back in so she could give a proper kiss to the bottom while he let another fart go. In between the gas emission, Meg opened her mouth and allowed for it to go in. She felt the nastiest vibration across her stuck out tongue as Auntie and Donna helplessly giggled at her treat.
The waiter and waitress walked away, and Meg noticed the brightness of smiles on Auntie and Donna’s faces.
Auntie Momma: “Meggie Poo, how you feeling?”
Meg: “Well, my face is obviously property of your farting booty. And I have to show it some respect at all times. But I do miss when I could be free.”
Auntie: “Well ugly dumplin’, you best be getting used to yo Auntie Momma for a long, long time.”
Auntie got up from her chair to give Meg one up close and personal. The farts made Auntie’s dress inflate, as well as leave a permanent hint of green across Meg’s face. Just the smell of Meg’s hair alone was straight wet FART.
Donna attended the dinner just for Auntie Momma. Meg’s parents were uncaring of their daughter being taken away because they knew whatever she’d receive would be as fitting as if she had stayed home.
Suddenly, an obese man rushed over to the table to get Meg’s attention.
The large man, turning his backside around to Meg: “Well?!”
Meg, sighing: “Yes sir.”
Meg leaned over and planted her own face into the fat guy’s rump.
Fat dude let off a bassy tune that suddenly became a brown noise. Upon Meg’s face, he had shit himself.
The man: “Oops!”
With Meg’s nose still wedged into the crack, the big dude clenched his cheeks and began running to the men’s room.
Meg, having to follow dead on with her nose still trapped in the ass: “Noooooooo!!!!”
Auntie and Donna maintained their excitement as Meg was faced with some uncertain horrors in the men’s restroom.
It was an awkward and quiet car ride home with Meg and Auntie Momma. Well, the moments that weren’t Auntie laughing at Meg’s poop scented face. Or farting and rolling up the windows.
Once the two got home, Auntie Momma firmly pointed over to the couch to let Fart Cushion know where it needed to be.
Meg knew the night would never end. Before meeting her ultimate doom, she politely handed Auntie Momma her snack choosing of baked beans, deviled eggs and brussel sprouts.
Auntie pigged out on the couch while she sat on Meg’s face.
To Meg’s face, Auntie Momma’s Farts: “POOOT, poot, pooooooPOOOT... proooooooooot!”
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