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02/03/2026

MY SISTER ASKED FOR MY HELP IN HER ROOM, THEN THIS ACCIDENT HAPPENED

8

I don't know if Donna meant to or not but she started pushing the bon-bom to Mr.Gbolala.

It was almost like she wanted Mr.Gbolala to scatter the kponmo-land even though she was breathing like an asthmatic patient.

There was no thinking.

We made it to the door of the room and in the kponmo-land, Mr.Gbolala was stuck and captured firmly.

This time I had to hold on to the wall to keep from falling.

Donna kept scr3ming because Mr.Gbolala was locked in the kponmo-land.

The kponmo-water flooded over Mr.Gbolala.

If it had not been for the music and the noise people would have come to save her.

Due to the intense pressure of the kponmo-land on Mr.Gbolala, the way the kponmo cave was closing in on him, Mr.Gbolala was already halfway into the vv0mb.

And soon he erupted and threw up. Mr.Gbolala kept shaking from the pressure.

Gbolala-yoghurt was vomited into the kponmo-land, into ha vv0mb.

Donna began to convulse again. Then the kponmo-land began to flow with kponmo-water.

Donna's asthma returned, breathing was so fast it sounded like she had just ran a marathon.

She was shaking a little from the convulsive fits so we had to stand there, just at the door for Donna to recover.

It took over a minute for both of us to catch our breath and be able to move.

She opened the door and walked in very slowly.

Mr.Gbolala may have thrown up but he was very much awake and standing at attention.

Gbolala-yoghurt mixed with water from the kponmo-land and started flowing out from the and touching me.

This only made Mr.Gbolala to more energized as we walked in the door, Mr.Gbolala was pumping out all the water from the flooded land by pressing it out as he entered the land

This time I did not even try to hide the fact that Mr.Gbolala was interested in the kponmo-land.

The whole costume was smelled of Gbolala-yoghurt that was vomited within.

Donna closed the door.

She walked toward the bed, Mr.Gbolala kept 4rking ha even as we moved.

Mr.Gbolala is always fast and powerful when working.

Donna went to lean over the bed, her head was resting all the way down on the bed as she rested.

Ha kponmo-land was upwards facing Mr.Gbolala.

This allowed a bit more room for Mr.Gbolala to do his work in the land.

Donna's asthma started mildly and she gasped and scr3med but the work had to be done.

As breathed deeply, she said something that made Mr.Gbolala more active and want to scatter the kponmo-land.

"Mmm. Don't stop. 4rk-mi,"

"Baby brother, 4rk-mi, Mr.Gbolala, don't stop please" she declared.

"4rk-mi, scatter the kponmo-land. I won't walk for a week" Donna requested.

And I can't say no to anyone who needs my help, can I?

To be continued on Bcdblog
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22/01/2026

MY SISTER ASKED FOR MY HELP IN HER ROOM, THEN THIS ACCIDENT HAPPENED

7

"We have to get back to the room nowwwwwww," she whispered barely able to talk due to the pressure.

We were still 30 or 40 feet from the room. With each step Mr.Gbolala strolled deeper to the cave.

We made it 5 more feet and Donna stopped.

Mr.Gbolala was totally engrossed in the kponmo-land. And he did not allow me recall that Donna was my sis.

At this point there was no stopping Mr.Gbolala. All he wanted to do was to pour gbolala-yoghurt into the cave.

Donna stiffened. I sensed her shake like electric current was moving through her.

Mr.Gbolala was in the kponmo-land, he had reached door to the vv0mb.

The kponmo-land skwizd Mr.Gbolala with more pressure. Pressure for pressure.

Mr.Gbolala wanted to throw up.

The kponmo-land underwent strategic repositioning by Donna, this made Mr.Gbolala to be able to go deeper into the cave, and even reach passed the door of the vv0mb.

Donna convulsed, as Mr.Gbolala made progress, but this only made Mr.Gbolala become more energized.

I knew somewhere in my brain that this was not good but no one was listening to that voice.

Mr.Gbolala kept making progress. He wanted to reach the end of the land.

Again Donna supported the costume by holding on to the wall. Another convulsion happened,

As she waited, Mr.Gbolala started push!ng ha through the kponmo-land. He was pumping the kponmo-land like a miner who wanted to get to gold.

Each push was making a soap-slap sound. He can be very serious in this sometimes.

Donna breathing was getting faster but somehow she got the strength to try to walk forward again inspite of the pressure.

It was almost like I should pity her. But Mr.Gbolala no longer cared about anything. Now Mr.Gbolala was hammering the kponmo-land like he said wanted to scatter the place.

I was worried and yet not worried. I can't explain but Mr.Gbolala was out to reach the ends of the kponmo-land.

Donna could not walk about with the place being shaken like this.

All of a sudden, Donna started breathing like she was asthmatic, like she wanted to faint from the quakes.

Should I stop Mr.Gbolala from scattering the place or I should...

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MY SISTER ASKED FOR MY HELP IN HER ROOM, THEN THIS ACCIDENT HAPPENED

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I thought Mr. Gbolala could not be suppressed.

Now Mr.Gbolala was just at the door of the Bon-bom-land.

The whole inside of the costume smelled of sweat.

And there was no denying there was the smell of the Kponmo-land

The smell from the kponmo-land was the natural kponmo-land smell.

It was very captivating one.

I knew in my brain that we had to get out of this soon, but all thought about the after effects had totally left me.

I was completely and totally floating in the moment.

My heart was racing and so was Donna's.

With each step, she would scr3m a little because Mr.Gbolala was knocking, sometimes Mr.Gbolala would peep through the Bon-bom-land door.

Getting back to ha room was a nearly impossible task.

We were way outside on the outside and downstairs and it took 10 minutes for us to get that far.

I knew it was going to be a slow walk back.

Slowly we walked back inside her house.

Each step seemed to take and eternity.

With each forward Mr.Gbolala kept jumping up and down in the space just before the door to the Bon-bom-land.

Hmm.

I could sw3ar that Donna was happy with Mr.Gbolala because, the Bon-bom-land was skwizing Mr.Gbolala

I whispered, "If we don't get back soon Mr.Gbolala will... We have to try to go faster".

We picked up the pace and started taking bigger steps.

This was a big mistake.

With her first big step forward we got out of sync and she fell over toward the floor face first.

I tried to lean back to keep the costume upright.

Her falling forward and me falling back was just enough space for Mr.Gbolala to take the show.

As she returned to her stance from falling, Mr. Gbolala felt water all around him. He had visited the land, I mean the Kponmo-land

Donna scr3med a little. Mr.Gbolala had kind of collided into the land.

My mind was in a fog.

I tried to recall Mr.Gbolala but there was no chance to help this situation

The kponmo-land gates closed while Mr.Gbolala was still in the land.

It skiwzed Mr.Gbolala neck.

Neither of us moved or said anything for several seconds.

Soon Donna calmed down, but there was still no way to set Mr.Gbolala free

Confused, what do I do...

To be continued on Bcdblog

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I am posting episode 7 on the blog tonight. Don't miss it

02/01/2026

MY SISTER ASKED FOR MY HELP IN HER ROOM, THEN THIS ACCIDENT HAPPENED

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“Brother what are you doing..” I thought she had asked but as I started to reply, i realised it was one of my sister's friends talking to her own brother outside.

I knew she felt it, why did she say nothing. Maybe it did not seem to bother her.

The more she walked the more ha bon-bom skwizzed Mr.Gbolala, up and down.

It was almost like ha bon-bom was a huge hand.

The heat and stuffiness in this costume was so much that sweat was running over us.

The combined sweat made the Bon-bom land so slippery.

Mr.Gbolala was standing straight and straighter at attention.

I don't know if it was the massive area of the Bon-bom land, or was it because of what, but Mr.Gbolala really wanted to play

It hurt my head to think about it and I wanted to just go along with Mr.Gbolala desires

Mr.Gbolala wanted to visit both the Kponmo-land and the Bon-bom-land

We had been walking around about 15 minutes.

Sweat covered my whole body.

The sweat was dripping down, my boxers were soaked.

Sweat covered Donna. There was so much moisture in the bon-bom-land

I was so concentrated on suppressing Mr.Gbolala that I did not know that something more insane was about to happen.

It was then that I felt something different.

In my fogged state it took a minute to realize what it was.

Ha Parntizz were falling down. It was the tying type (jeez--tring) and so the knot had obviously loosened.

We walked maybe 6 more steps and they fell away.

We both stopped walking and paused with realization at what had happened.

She whispered back to me.

"Oops, sorry. I guess this is a problem, little brother," she said in a giggly laugh.

Now that ha parntizz were totally gone ha bon-bom-land now fully captured Mr.Gbolala.

Mr.Gbolala became ten times alert.

I let out a gasped as Mr.Gbolala head was knocking at the door of the bom-bon-land.

Donna whispered back, "We need to get back to the room and fix this problem before things get messy."

I was not thinking much. Mr.Gbolala just kept agitating. All he wanted to do was to play in the Bon-bom-land.

Mr.Gbolala almost did not care who Donna was. They were almost at the point of no return

He just wanted to play.

The bon-bom-land was so massive so before one could even reach the main door, the space there was so deep and Tait.

Before I knew it, the tait Bom-bon-land captured Mr.Gbolala in a way that made him fall out of Ma kn!cker and fall into the space of the land.

"Oh no..." was all I could manage to say as Mr.Gbolala jumped out by himself and stayed in the space just before the door to the Bon-bom-land.

"I know I can sense Mr.Gbolala has freed himself" she said in a gasping whisper. This time there was no laugh just a small, her voice was shaky.

"We have to get back to the room now, and..." she said.

Her voice cut shut as Mr.Gbolala knocked at the door to the Bon-bom-land.

At this point, can I control Mr.Gbolala from doing anything rash?

To be continued on Bcdblog

I have posted episode 6 on the blog, read more episodes, the l!nk to the point blog is always in the comments.

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MY SISTER ASKED FOR MY HELP IN HER ROOM, THEN THIS ACCIDENT HAPPENED

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Maybe it was from drinking too much or just not really giving a damn but I realized it was a losing argument.

I had just told her I would do it and there was no way she would let me out of it now.

I started changed into the way Adam was in the garden. I had only Ma knicker.

She climbed in to the costume and put her feet through the first set of legs and then her arms.

She had to hold on the wall as she leaned over to put her head in the dragons head.

As she let go to put her arms in I almost fell over trying to get my legs in beside hers. I finally got all the way in and put my arms through the second set of holes to flap the wings up and down.

"How do we zip this thing up?" I asked her.

"There is a string that comes through the mouth," she told me. "I can zip it up once you get all the way in."

"I am all the way in," I told her.

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"NO... you have get closer to me for it to fit."

I leaned forward till Mr.Gbolala was just at the Bon-bom land.

The moment I felt the zipper being pulled up it made Ha Bon-bom to squeeze Mr. Gbolala that was just behind ha.

We were in the costume.

But there so little space that Mr.Gbolala was captured by Ha Bon-bom. They were squeezing him.

"I don't think I can do this," I told her.

"Yes you can. Besides, I broke the string when I pulled the zip closed, if you back out now it will ruin the costume. Come on lets give it a try," she pleaded.

I was just tipsy enough to think, "What the hell?" and told her ok.

Walking was just as difficult as I thought it would be.

We had to go very slowly to keep from falling. After a little while we got in step with each other and managed to say upright.

It was fun in a way; though I could not see anything at all.

There was almost no light from the back but a tiny bit drifting down from the head of the costume where my sister was.

She would reach out and hug her friends and I would flap the big wings popping them in peoples' faces.

And Now because of Mr.Gbolala was captured in the Bon-bom land, he was captured in between the two mountains as the Bon-bom pressed on him.

And as we moved, even though he was trying to stay still, the motion was making him to awaken. With each step, Mr. Gbolala was gaining strength

"No, I cannot allow Mr. Gbolala awaken"

I tried to think of everything strange and disgusting in an effort to keep thoughts of Mr.Gbolala entering ha bonbom land, but it don't work.

The Bon-bom land was just too b!G to resist or oppose.

Mr.Gbolala woke up and he was standing tall and gallant.

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“Brother, what are you doing to me...”

To be continued on Bcdblog

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