nothing to sneeze at

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Originally Posted by original fiction by queenie from a sneeze fetish forum

The urge to sneeze was getting worse with every breath, so Henry stopped breathing and instead rubbed his nose with his sleeve. No, no, no. Please, no.
Holding his breath could only last so long, though, and with the sounds of the room being ransacked perhaps it was better just to sneak a sneeze or two…
His head bobbed forward into his bent knees once, twice, three times, one soft hmptch after another, but the fit didn't want to end. He managed to stop the next one just in time to hear how quiet it had grown beyond his door.
Had they gone?
Hih’INKst! It caught him by surprise, too quick to take precautions. It had been quiet; he only hoped it had been quiet enough. Or that they had realized they wouldn't find what they sought and left.
“Did you hear something?” It was the woman again, and with sinking dread Henry heard footsteps growing closer.
Don't sneeze, he begged himself. Quiet quiet quiet. Like you're not here.
His nose had other ideas, though. Too inundated with whatever was causing the reaction, it itched to expel the irritant. In the end, Henry had no choice. As in so much else of his life.
Hn’tch.
It was almost a relief when the trapdoor above him was thrown back. The agonizing minutes of waiting and sneezing were over, and now he would see what came.
Ih’tnch!
Well, the waiting was over, at least.

And yet, the tickle that morning was overwhelming. She felt that mounting, shuddering feeling enter her nose just as she was waking up, and as she opened her eyes, she immediately closed them and let out a tremendous sneeze.

"Heh....HAH! Heh-iiiiiSHOOOOOOOOO!" She shrieked.

The explosion left her with enough force to rattle her bed frame and echo across the too-thin walls of her university dormitory. She knew she must have waken up her entire floor. They would not be happy with her.

Ever since she was a little girl, her sneezes had been loud enough to wake the dead; she would let them out with a primal scream that would rocket her body forward and scare away any birds, small animals, or people that were in a fifty foot radius.

"HEH---HEAAAAMMPPHH!!! HA-ENNNGGGGHHH!!! HAH! HAHIIIISHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Her entire body was getting involved with the build-up. Her back arched, her generous chest pushed outward against her tight bedtime T-shit, legs shaking and spreading across the mattress, one hand at her face and the other firmly clenching her sheets, and nose in the air. Two more high pitched gasps and....

"HAH!! HAH!! HHHHAAAHHHHIIIIIIISHOOOOOOOOOOO!"

And that's how Martha found herself in the crammed lecture hall, her nose tickling and her eyes desperately looking for a solution...

and the coup de grace

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