Teamwork!

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WARNING: Did you know? In the not too distant future, private and public bathrooms can also be used as nuclear bomb shelters and panic rooms in case of Alien invasions. SO TAKE CARE OF YOUR BATHROOM! You never know when it will save your life...

Beware. Story contains toilet scenes. Read at your own risk or retreat to your nearest restroom and lock the doors.
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"Outta' the way! Gassy girl coming through!" Azalia shouted.

"She's going to bloooowwww any minute! Like... KABLAMMIE! Hehe!" Allon added with a giggle.

"Ooooh~ Guh! Mmmmmm~ Ugh! Ahhh~" Asina groaned in a low murmur from a mix of pure satisfaction and extreme discomfort.

RRRRAAAAGGUURRGLLEEE... Went Asina's stomach.

Ppppppppppppppppphhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuubbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitttt!!! Went her ass, expelling a loud, rolling eighteen second fart that resembled a drum-roll and stunk of rotten fruit and a barnyard.

Azalia and Allon huffed and giggled to themselves as they carried their sister between the two of them, bolting down a beige and rather crowded, wide corridor of an apartment within Sunset Condominiums. Women of all colors, types and sizes were everywhere. The hall was decorated with portraits and long tables along the walls, joining an assortment junk on the floors. Most of the residents were kind enough to dart out of the way. After all, they really had no choice. For those that reacted slowly to their words, the girls simply darted underneath the legs of towering Amazons or bumped straight into the other ladies, knocking them down and trampling over them, apologizing as they sped onward, squeezing past bloated, farting women with moons for bellies, rushing right through the thick, putrid clouds spewing from the attractive rears of the females. They jumped over chairs, stools, tall piles of smelly, gassed out clothes, scanning each room they passed to see if it would do for Asina. Their destination: any bedroom, bathroom, or area with a toilet, magic pot, or a black-hole big enough to take all of their sister's massive dump load. Yes, Asina had to use the toilet. Badly.

In their arms, Asina continued to moan and blush furiously, sporting an emerald dress and a engorged midsection somewhere between the size of a mountain boulder or a small asteroid; during dinner, the silver haired, obsidian skinned sixteen-year-old had pigged out (well all of them did) so much that her ballooning stomach completely tore her emerald dress right down the middle, making it appear similar to a flimsy jacket, except for the thin, torn up strip of her outfit that stretched around her plush breasts, acting as a tight bra. Even that was barely hanging on to her chest. She wore nothing underneath. None of them did.

Like true half-breeds, their goo-girl genes barely allowed them to feel comfortable in certain clothes; panties were not one of them. The eldest sister wore a pretty ivory dress that fell to her plump thighs and strained around her hefty, ample assets, her short dreads flailing and swaying beside her ears. She held Asina by her humongous and surprisingly soft and squishy gut, feeling her arms and fingers dig into the flesh, making Asina moan again while it gurgled and bounced against her back. She could hear the contents within her blimp for a tummy swish and slosh around. Azalia knew that when her sister finally did explode it was going to be freaking EPIC! She laughed to herself.

Bbbbraahhhhaaaannnniiiiiiiiiffffttttt! Asina's butt let loose a short ripper; an eleven-second car horn before she cut it off.

"Hurryyyyyyy..." She said, biting her lower lip.

Allon, the youngest of the trio and also known for having the biggest appetite between her kin, was thoroughly impressed (and a little jealous) with Asina this time, she managed to beat her in cleaning the entire kitchen table, gaining a bit of recognition amongst the tenants of the Condominiums. Lucky her... Allon frowned and puffed her cheeks, but quickly dismissed the thought, now wasn't the time for that. Her sister needed help! And they always worked together, no matter what. Wearing a violet dress close Azalia's, her hair tied into short, curly pigtails, she carried Asina from the back, one hand grabbing her meaty thigh, the other clutching the full cheek of her sister's beach ball ass, which was pressed straight into Allon's own midsection, her boobs rested right atop Asina's juicy derriere.

"Nngh, don't jump so much, ahh!" Asina whined through a cute whisper, feeling her stomach lurch as the girls once again leapt over Hazel, the caramel slime who was dressed in nothing but a black bra and booty-shorts; she sat on the on the floor in front of her room, lost in her world while sewing something using a yellow ball of yarn.

A minute later, they were reaching the end of the hall, a more secluded and quiet area from the rest of the busy corridor, yet they couldn't find any place that would do! Every room was occupied! Including the bathrooms!

Ppppphhhiiiissssssssssssssssiiiiiiiiiiiiitt...

Ffffffiiiiiiisssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiippp!

Vrrroooozzzuuunnnnnnnnnnniiiiissssssss...

Three burning hot silent farts, slid out from Asina's naked backside; the foul winds rushed through the material of her younger sister's outfit, heating up Allon's legs, belly and sweaty valley that was her cleavage, filling it with the stench of spoiled milk and a dead pig.

"Whew..." Asina sighed in relief, resting her head one of Allon's shoulders, while wrapping an arm around the other, happy to finally relieve herself of a little pressure.

"Bleh!" Allon coughed, shaking her head to get away from the vile odor. "Smells worse than Dad's three-bean casserole! And it was all quiet like... BLAAMMO!" She thrust an arm into the air to demonstrate her actions. "Haha!"

"That isn't very quiet, sis..." Azalia argued.

Between the fiery oldest sister and the bubbly youngest, Asina was the middle girl with rather odd tastes. She kept bugs as pets, liked to tinker with home-appliances, give them a new purpose instead of them performing their original tasks and didn't speak much. When she did her soft voice was so quiet it was often difficult to hear.

GRRRAAAAHHHUUBBBLLLUURRGG... Asina's outstretched tummy bellowed for the second time, this one louder and more fierce than before; it sent strong tremors up Azalia's back. Uh-oh...

"I can't hold it much longer," Asina mumbled softly, wincing as she felt an intense pressure build at her backdoor.

Acting quickly, Azalia spotted the steel, small, slit-opening, rectangular covering that belonged to the super-powered ventilation system for the entire apartment right beside her near the wall. Only a beefed up AC could take care of the horrid smells that drifted through the condo on a daily basis. Nonetheless, that would have to do in this situation. She had no choice!

She pointed. "We can use—"

BBBBRRAAAAFFFFFLLLLUUUUUUFFRRRIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSHHHHIIIPPPTTTT!!

BBBLLLUUUUHHHHHUUUUUMMMMMMRBRPBPPTBPTBRTBBPRRPBBTPPPPPTTT!

FffffuuuoooOOOOOORRRRRRRrrrrrr... rrrrRRRAAAAPPPPIIIFFFffff...

VvvvrrroooooOOOOOOOssssshhhhiiiippptt!

Azalia's sentence was cut short while her sister grunted and cut a symphony of twenty-five second bubbly sharts that caused runny butt-mud to come blasting out and soaking Allon's dress and legs in warm, brown muck, as her rippers thundered and vibrated against her torso with the horrid smell of a sewage truck. Waste started to splash onto the carpet from her messy butt-crack. Allon's eyes went wide with terror (even if the vibrations were somewhat soothing) and she cried out, stuttering.

"A-A-Azalia..." Allon, began, glancing down at the crap on her clothes and skin, then back at her oldest sister, her lips quivering. "S-s-she's... She's... SHE'S DOING IIIITTTT!!!"

"Duh!" The oldest fought to hold back a laugh. "We need to focus! The vent... Right here!"

"Okay!" Allon nodded, quickly regaining her courage. "All this work is making me hungry again..."

With a mighty stomp, both gals and slammed one foot onto the floor, making the the metal covering leap into air as Asina grunted again, signaling her second wave was mere seconds from approaching. Another kick from Azalia launched the vent-cap towards the closed closet door a few feet from them; it twirled and spun like a shuriken, prior to getting stuck in the wooden slab of the shut entrance. They positioned Asina's large nude ass directly over the open vent and let her go, her body hit the carpet with a dull thud; her colossal belly wobbling and bellowing ominously. That was all the impact the teenage half-slime needed for the floodgates of her bowels break. Squeezing the hands of both Azalia and Allon, she clenched her teeth and let nature take it's course.

Fffrrriiiiiiiiiiisssssssssssh!!!

PPPPLLLLAARRROOOUUUBBIIITTUUUMMMBTBPTBPRPTPBTPBB!!!

Zzziiiivvvvvvvvviiiffffffffiiiiinnnnnnpppp!

Frrrroooooooaaaaassshhhhhhhhirrrppp... pppPPPPOOOOOUUUUUuuuuUUUUUBBBLLLIIIFFFEEEeeeennNNNNTTT!

Ppphhhoooouuuuuuupppptpbrpbbrptpppttt!!

For a full minute or two, Asina allowed a wet and sloppy chorus of crude sharts to detonate from her ample ass with enough force to actually make her plump, shapely frame jerk up and down as though bombs were really going off underneath her, making her shrinking gut and buxom breasts jiggle lewdly. Accompanying the lengthy, booming emissions was the combination of runny excrement and baseball-chunks of waste that shot out of her curvy backside, similar to bullets firing from a sub-machine gun; her crap completely filled the narrow airways of the apartment's ventilation system. Once the mud reached an intersection inside the air tunnels, the hurricane strength industrial fans took care of the rest, propelling and transporting the massive volumes of mess to various rooms within the condo; turds literally blew out of the steel coverings like steaming water erupted from a geyser, raining down on mattresses, windows, shelves and dressers in certain bedrooms, on tables, chairs, counters in the kitchen, among other places, not to mention showering everyone in the hallway the sisters were.

In the middle of the hall, one bedroom door swung open and the pink-haired Amazon Aimee came flying out, wearing nothing a white sling-bikini, bellowing and caked in shit.

"THE COMPLEX IS POOPING! EVERYBODY RUN AND HIDE!" She darted to the kitchen. "I call dibs on the fridge!!"

Few women screeched and hollered in horror, most weren't that grossed out but were completely livid, their outfits were ruined. Others ran for shelter as excrement sprayed them from the corners of floors and walls all throughout the corridor. They ducked into the bedrooms, but screamed even louder, sliding and falling along the floors from the poop-covered wooden boards. Asina's shit had honestly hit the fan and blew all across the apartment, leaving the place smelling worse than an elephant exhibit. Azalia and Allon could only watch in stunned awe at the sight unfolding them. Because Asina was sitting on the vent at the end of the hall, they were they ones not showered in mud. But their sister wasn't finished yet!

"Ahhh... Much better!" She smiled and patted her midsection, which had lost half its former size. "Wait... There's a little more..." She whispered, leaning to one side and pushed.

Vvvrrraaaaooouuuuuzzzzzziiiiifffffiiinnnnnniiisssss... ssssSSSSHHHHAAPPLLLAAHHHHOOOBBB-BRIPP-BRIPP-BRIP-BRIP-BRAAPPRROOoooooOOOOOOUUUUUNNNNNNNNTTTTTIIIIIIIIiiiissssssshhhhhhiiiippppprrrrnnnnnnnniiiiffffff...

Topping off her finale, Asina expelled a seismic rumbling fart that resembled a lawn-mower; it shook the floors for a pure thirty-two seconds, sputtering and dying down to a silent hiss then coming back to a nasty roar as Asina moaned, took a breath and pushed even harder, bringing forth yet another wave of horrid waste to eject from the vents.

"I'm... finished..." Asina murmured, dropping her head to doze off, completely spent.

"Wow..." Allon blinked, turning to her sister, performing wild gestures. "Her farts were all like... SPLLOOOSSSHH! And everyone was all... EYYYAAAAAAAAHH! RUN! Hehehe!"

"Told ya' it was gonna be epic!" Azalia placed her hands on her hips, truly proud of her sister. "Way to go sis... Man, she's totally out... Great teamwork, Allon!"

The two slapped high-fives for completing their mission. Another door not far from them creaked open and a race-faced Davia emerged, green hair dripping wet, in both water and excrement, wearing a bathrobe that was two sizes too small for her voluptuous, pale, tattooed figure.

"Anybody wanna' tell me why the hell my shower was rudely interrupted by a bunch of flying crap?!" She tightened her fists. "I swear, if this is a prank, somebody's gonna' fucking DIE!"

PPPPPRRRAAAFFFUUUURRRRRRTTTT!

VvvaaaabbbbbrrroooooohhhuuuUUUUUUPPPTTTT!!

Their victory was short-lived as Allon, reached behind herself and grabbed the bubble cheeks of her own ass, bent forward and spread them, allowing a pair of twelve second farts to come flying out, fluttering her dress and adding her own spoiled meat concoction to the vile stench around them.

"Woo..." She sighed. "I'm starving! Time to go back to the kitchen~" With a sing-song voice, she began skipping off back the way they came and gleefully splashing in mucky-crap puddles along the way.

"You JUST ate though! That was barely like three minutes—" Azalia began to protest, then remembered who she was talking to. Allon possessed a bottomless pit for a stomach; she figured seeing Asina's accomplishment just now must've really fired her up.

"Ah, screw it..." She snapped her fingers, grinning deviously. "Wait up! You think mom and pops are back from the store yet? Wait till' they see THIS!"
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