Sadie Abrams’ Downfall

Olive was watching on with glee as the spoiled snob was in clear distress. Her hand kept gripping at her stomach trying to calm the battle within, while taking deep breaths to satisfy her overstuffed belly.

“Hey servent, get me some more wine,” Sadie yelled to Alexandra needing anything to sooth the bubbling in her intestines.

Olive watch the colonoscopy cam, as the bacteria continued to breakdown the food into liquid form. The gas was building up to almost breaking point.

“Again I want to thank you for helping me get into Yale law school Mr.Elliot,” Sadie said almost grunted out the words.

Olive could see Sadie’s toned ass clench underneath her tight pink dress, as small beads of sweat glycined on her brow.

“Don’t mention it Sadie, your dad has gotten me out of a few things that shall remain nameless, so it was easy to fudge some number for his baby girl. Plus you’re made of the right stock, I’ve had enough of these diversity scholarships. Speaking of which, I’m surprised by your choice in help Robert,” Mr.Elliot finished, indicating in Alexandra direction.

“What can I say, I ask for no colored people and yet they send the brown girl,” Mr.Abrams said with a laugh.

“That’s nothing, you should’ve seen the fat fuck that got me a glass of wine. Thought I was going vomit from the stench,” Mrs.Abrams added.

Sadie gave an unconvincing fake laugh, as her mind was only focused on the storm brewing inside her body. She slightly bent over at the waist trying to stifle the rumbleing in her stomach. Her ass flexed trying hard to keep the flood gates at bay. Sweat now glycined down her cleavage which seemed to be a constant glancing spot for Mr.Elliot.

“Well we can forget them for the time being because this night is all about my baby girl,” Mr.Abrams said patting Sadie on the back.

Her father’s touch caught Sadie off guard causing her to lose all concentration. The stuck up sorority girl’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets, as a vile fart was released from the her pampered little asshole. Sadie’s face turned a dark shade of scarlet, while her hands shot to her clenching derriere.

“Oh I think we have our first expulsion of gas,” Olive said with a smile. “Turn to gas settings.”

“Turning to gas setting,” Freddy mimiced.

The camera switched over, and a green cloud of gas slowly rose from Sadie’s ass. It first drifted over to her bitch of a mom. Olive watched Mrs.Abrams inhale her daughter’s foul smelling fart with the green gas going up her nostrils. The powerful lawyer scrunched her face in disgust as her hand flew to her surgically done nose.

“Mr.Abrams was the next to get a whiff of his daughter’s terrible concoction. He gave a quick cough and started lick his lips with a grimis almost like he could taste the fart.

The last to take in the Sadie’s terrible stench was Mr.Elliot. His eyes taking a long peek at the sorority girl’s chest when he took a big inhale through his nose. Immediately the Yale president started coughing, “Oh my god, what is that stench. Guess your fat server must be nearby Mrs.Abrams.”

Sadie face if possible went even redder, sweat was now dripping down her forehead causing her makeup to slightly run.

“Oh I don’t know, that’s worse than I could’ve imagined. Smells like if that fat fuck took a shit and left it out in the sun for a week,” Mrs.Abrams said.

Olive laughed while the green cloud of stink encircled the four entitled snobs.

“Y-yeah I’m not sure what that is” Sadie said covering her nose. Just then another huge release of gas was about to erupt when Sadie’s butthole just barely blocked it this caused her to bend over a little bit in pain.

“Are you okay Darling?” Mr Abrams asked his perfect daughter putting a hand on her shoulder

“Dad I’m fine just don’t touch me.” Sadie replied angrily again forgetting the prescience of Mr. Elliot “I mean I’m sorry I’ll just be right back okay?” With that Sadie took her empty wine glass with her and attempted to find the restroom.

“Okay…” Mr Abrams said as his daughter left away somewhat in a hurry. He went back to entertaining the Yale president.

“She’s on the move” Olive whispered to Freddy in the microphone.

The stuck up sorority senior was trying her best to remain posh in her walk towards the bathroom but the Colonscopy cam revealed the building has which was releasing from the bacteria. Sadie made her way to the bathroom and shut the door and locked it. Of course not before Robotink snuck it. Once she was in she quickly took a seat on the toilet and lifted up her dress. She was ripping incredibly loud farts but nothing was coming out of her stomach as she erupted massive amounts of gas.

“Should I connect robot tink to the Bluetooth in the house now Olive?” Freddy said laughing at the footage.

“No not yet, this stage the bacteria is only releasing gas, in about an hour or so Sadie will have a lot more than gas to worry about.” Olive said smiling to herself looking at the footage through her phone “Oh and did you notice something Freddy.”

“What?” Freddy replied

“The bitch didn’t pull down a thong when she went to the toilet. Sadie Abrams is commando.” Olive giggled whispering into the microphone.

After about 5 minutes of relentless farting Sadie got up from the toilet seat, she brushed up and tried to look good again in the mirror wiping her sweat thinking the pressure in her stomach was now gone, but her stomach remained bloated and the sweating was far from going to stop as she rejoined the party.

Sadie continued to mingle with her guest feigning interest until praise was directed upon her which she eagerly accepted.

“There you are babe, I’ve been looking all over for you,” a man said as he grabbed Sadie’s lower back and pulled her in for a kiss.

Olive could hear an angry grunt on the coms unit. “Fucking Michael Davis,” Freddy muttered.

“Freddy, who is that,” Olive asked.

“He’s… he’s a… he’s one of the brothers at Phi Delta Theta. He was one of the ones that stripped be naked and put the tube sock on my dick. Kept calling me shrimp dick the entire time,” Freddy said in a painful huff clearly reliving the painful moment.

“Well Freddy,” Olive said after quickly blinking a few time, “I’m looking at his almost fully hard erection and it’s barely hitting 3inches.”

“Wait you can see his dick,” Freddy asked.

“I’ll tell you about it later, but yes and trust me you got nothing to worry about,” Olive answered.

“Ya take that you shrimp dick loser,” Freddy taunted in excitement.

Michael broke the kiss with Sadie and looked at his hand that was holding her lower back. “Babe you’re sweaty as hell,” he said in surprise.

Sadie blushed, “What the fuck do you expected, I got fucking Mexicans running this party turning up the heat to feel at home.”

Michael looked on skeptical, “Well regardless, let’s go find somewhere a little more private, and turn up the heat even more” he said turning Sadie around so he could kiss her neck.

“I can’t,” Sadie said holding her bloated stomach.

“Come one, you can take a few minutes,” Michael begged as his hand disappearing underneath Sadie’s pink cocktail dress. “Oh no panties you naughty girl. Let’s go, I got a surprise for you,” he insisted pulling Sadie in the direction of the stairs.

“They’re on the move Freddy, follow them,” Olive said.

“Yes sir… I mean ma’am,” Freddy said flying Robotink up the stairs and into Sadie’s room.

The couple was making out near the door. “Hands on the bed,” Michael commanded.

“Fine but make it quick,” Sadie said giving her bloated stomach a quick rub. The colonoscopy cam reveled to Olive that the snobby bitch’s bowel discomfort must be returning.

“I think you’re going to like my surprise,” Michael said as he pulled up Sadie’s dress over her round tan ass.

Sadie just rolled her eyes at the comment. Olive watched but instead of Michael pulling out his tiny cock he got on his knees behind his girlfriend.

As he pulled her cheeks apart Sadie cried, “Wait babe ooooohhhhhh,” her moans of pleasure filled the room. Her asshole which had just suffered a torturous five minute of farting was now getting a soothing wet massage from her boyfriend’s tongue.

Olive saw that while Sadie was in pleasure paradise Michael clearly was not. His face scrunched up in disgust between his girlfriend’s asscheeks. He was probably expecting the taste of ass, but not one that had been playing its own gassy symphony only moments ago.

Michael was picking up the pace now, as he had three fingers now pumping away in Sadie sopping pussy. Ironically this caused Sadie’s pussy queef with every thrust.

“Is she farting in his face,” Freddy asked with a giggle.

“It’s her pussy,” Olive said continuing to watch the screen.

“That bacteria gave her so much gas she’s farting out her pussy,” Freddy laughed.

Olive just rolled her eyes, as she watched Sadie get closer to orgasm. Her tiny grunts sounded like a tiny dog yipping until with a deep roar her body tensed up. Sadie’s ass flexed squeezing her boyfriend’s face as cum shot from her pussy.

Olive watched, on the colonoscopy cam, as the liquid bowel movement travel further down the bitch’s intestine before ultimately coming to a halt.

Sadie collapsed on the bed in bliss until her stomach gave a loud groan. Quickly sitting up, she look at her boyfriend while rubbing her stomach.

“That was amazing babe, want me to finish you off,” she asked seductively licking her lips.

“Let’s save that for later,” Michael said.

“Oh what a gentleman, gets a lady off without needing anything in return,” Sadie said. “Well I better get back to the party then. You coming?”

“I’ll be down in a sec,” Michael muttered.

Sadie gave him a kiss on the cheek before shuffling out the bedroom, her hand still holding her stomach. The second she left Michael took of sprinting in the direction of the bathroom before he started dry heaving into the toilet.

Robotink followed Sadie down the stairs. Halfway down she grabbed the railing in support bending over waist. Pppuuurrruuppttt a loud fart sounded from the spoiled sorority girl. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” Sadie whined. Her body tensed, nails dug into the banister, and asscheeks squeezed together with all her might. Olive just watched on with glee as Sadie grimaced from the awful stench. The stuck up bitch continued to hold that position with her body shaking.

After a few seconds Sadie carefully let go of the railing. Slowly she straitened up stiff as a board. Her asscheeks clenched so tight it was causing more strain then her most intense squatting workout. With baby steps she made it down the stairs and into the party. She gave awkward smiles to everyone on her way to the bathroom.

Sadie smiled in relief as she reached the bathroom door. Although that smile very quickly vanished. “There you are princess, we’ve been looking all over for you,” Mr.Abrams said giving his daughter a side hug and a kiss on the head.

Sadie startled by her dad, felt a mushy liquid oozing out of her anus. “Oh fuck,” Sadie muttered, hands flew to the back of her pink dress, grateful not to feel a wet spot.

“Come on, we’re about to address the guest,” Mr.Abrams said.

“But I have to go..,” Sadie started with her face blushing.

“Nonsense, the crowd is waiting to revel in your presence,” Mr.Abrams said pulling his daughter to the front of the room.

“Calm down, all of you calm down,” Mr.Abrams said and the crowd quickly hushed.

Sadie shifted uncomfortably with all the eyes on her. She could feel the mushy shit rub between her cheeks, and the constant rumbling in her stomach. Sweat was beading on her forehead causing her foundation to run. “I have to hold it for just ten minutes, I can do that..” she thought.

“We all know why we’re here, not only is my daughter stunningly beautiful, but she’s got the brains to back it up,” Mr.Abrams started. “Getting into Yale law school with perfect marks and only taking the LSAT once. She is truly the gold standard of perfection.”

Sadie bit her lips and clinched her fist as her father continued his speech.

“We wanted to give our little princess a little something to show how perfect she is. Obviously the rest of her gifts are currently at our fifty million dollar estate, some too big to move, we decided this could make the trip. Upon special request, creating by Mr.David Hockney, Sadie’s favor painter,”

Olive scoffed, doubting Sadie could tell the difference between a Hockney and a 12th grader.

“I give you,” Mr.Abrams said before pulling off the sheet unveiling a massive painting of…of course it was Sadie, bitchface and all.

Mr.Abrams gave his daughter a giant hug causing Sadie to uncontrollably let out a loud fart she was hoping wasn’t a shart that was not audible over the applauding guest.

“Alright pictures,” Mrs.Abrams said directing a photographer, hired for the party, over. Sadie posed with her parents, but the best she could manage was a strained smile. The gas cam showed an almost constant stream of gas exiting the stuck up girls ass. “Ok let me see those,” Mrs.Abrams said walking over to the photographer. “Oh those won’t do. Jesus a monkey could do your job. Take them again,”

“Mom!!” Sadie practically begged.

“Hush Sadie,” Mrs.Abrams said.

On the colonoscopy cam Olive could see the liquid filth rush down Sadie’s intestine like a raging river.

“Mr.Elliot get in here! You’re the lucky one to be getting such a perfect individual as a student.” Mr.Abrams said.

“Mom stop p-please I have to go!” Sadie begged her mom once more as The Yale president took his place directly behind Sadie.

Palms sweaty, lip biting, ass clenched; the sorority girl in her pink dress was in trouble.

“Everyone smile,” the photographer said. “That includes you too Sadie.

Sadie gave a strained smile before her world stopped, “Noooooo!” The sorority snob gave a long moan before bending over at the waist. Her ass was thrust back into into the crotch of the Yale president as her short pink dress rise up exposing her fat ass before releasing a loud wet sounding fart that echoed throughout the room. The fart was followed by a gasp from the crowd.

“Oh my god,” Mr.Elliot said stepping back in shock. Other then showing off the outline of his hard dick, the crotch of his tan dress pants contained a large brownish orange stain.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!!” Sadie said turning to a horrified Mr.Elliot. As she did the back of her tight cocktail dress was shown to all the guest. Sorority sister, top athletes, and social elite all bore witness to the vile brownish orange stain in the center of Sadie’s ass. The crowd was stunned with silence.

“OH NO,” Sadie gasped as another massive urger rippled through her stomach.

Bbbbbbbbbbbrrrrrrruuuuuuuuupppppppppptttttttt!!

The spoiled girl contorted multiple times during the booming 10 second long fart, diarrhea began flowing from her anus. Immediately the vile stain spread to the entire backside of Sadie’s dress. Shit poured from underneath her like a disgusting waterfall pooling around her diamond stilettos and staining her once white legs. Her grunts were almost animalistic as she held he stomach in pain.

Sadie’s parents looked on in horror at what had become of their perfect princess. Mr.Elliot was dry heaving, looking at his stained crotch. A few of the guest were now giggling at the the situation. This was followed by more of the guest until everyone was laughing at the bitchy honoree’s predicament.

“This can be happening to me. “I’m Sadie’s fucking Abrams,” she whined turning to the laughing crowd. “I’m going to Yale,I’m smart, I’m beautiful, Im perfect, I’m better than all yo… oooooohhhhhhhhh,” Sadie screamed before a massive cramp in her stomach caused her to quickly bend over at the waist.

Hailey Hargreaves ran up to help her best friend out and Right at the perfect time Olive used the robotic to split the back of Sadie’s tight cocktail dress split in two causing the flow of diarrhea to shoot out like a firehose. The spray splattered the expensive painting of herself right in her own bitchy face. She screamed and turned around shooting right behind her getting it all over none other than Hailey Hargreaves who screamed at the forehead staining her white dress and sending her screaming “OH MY GOD SADIE WHAT THE FUCK” Sadie turned around once more “Fuck all of yyyyou,” Sadie screamed at the laughing crowd, grunting out the last word. She took off running towards the bathroom, with her shit covered ass on display, and diarrhea flowing like lava from her anus. The crowd broke down with laughter at all the rich snobs as the bathroom door slammed.

“Freddy hit the Bluetooth,” Olive said with a smile.

“Hitting the Bluetooth,” he responded.

Immediately every TV and loud speaker flipped on to Sadie on the toilet. Her hands firmly place on her knees with her back arched. Tears streaming down her face, as wet disgusting farts echoed in the toilet.

“Turn that off this instant,” Mrs.Abrams yelled, her own heels sliding in her daughter’s diarrhea.

Sadie leaned back on the toilet with her feet in the air spread in an open V when she began to grimace in pain making an unattractive face. Everyone got a good glimpse of the snob’s pussy an asshole. The latter showing no sights of stopping to continuous flow of diarrhea. The crowd, full of everyone whom Sadie thought it was important to impress, were now laughing at the video of the spoiled princess sitting on her shitty thrown.

Eventually the guest were **** to leave, but Olive could not take her eyes away from the live stream even five hours later.

“I said I need fucking wet wipes,” Sadie screamed as she walked bowlegged over to the sink. “Owie owie owie,” Sadie whined as she tried to rub lotion on her chafed asshole.

Bbbbbbrrrruuuppptttt “Not again,” she cried, running back to the toilet. The spoiled sorority girl was only able to sit down before the sound of diarrhea again echoed throughout the bathroom.

Olive held up Sadie’s pictures.

“That’s two, bitches” Olive laughed, marking the red x over Sadie’s resting bitch face with a massive grin.