Gassy Orgy Sunday

By: CaptainTremor

PROLOGUE

“Welcome, one and all, to MY orgy!” Francesca Balabonv, commanding queen of the event, said into a microphone, her bulbous 11 foot 5 frame squeezed in a custom red-orange set of lingerie and draped in a black faux-fur coat. Her eyes scanned the dining room of her penthouse, the central dining table and art resting in a closet, now replaced with a series of (big-people scale) couches, cushioned chairs, and craft-service tables overflowing with greasy foods. She had retrofitted almost her entire abode, the dining room serving as the “hub” for the event, her kitchen swimming with curvy and hunky kitchen staff and bartenders, her eight guest rooms furniture and decor swapped with disposable reproductions, and several thousand dollars worth of sex toys, lubricants, aphrodisiacs and more for use by anyone. It would be a perfect night, and she had (almost) the ideal number of guests to enjoy it. 

Almost all her guests were seated around her, the lights dimmed, and a light hung just above her, the center of attention for this event, but somehow, Edda Mayne and Zac Shore took focus as they loudly shut the door behind them.

“As of right now, the last but (debatably) not least guests have arrived, so let’s get this soiree underway, shall we?” Francesca said, annoyance dripping off her words like venom. However, her strike still aimed at keeping everyone focused, even as everyone starred at the dynamic duo, both dressed almost too absurdly for a sex party.

Zac Shore, the 5 foot 10 inches, apathetic ass-magnet, looked set for a Halloween beach party, wearing a black-and-white full-body swimsuit and a pair of flip-flops. The oddest element of his outfit was his “orgy mask,” which, instead of something flashy or incognito, was a cartoonish emperor penguin mask, a long black-and-white beak extending out right over the ridge of his nose, the subtle movements of his neck pontificated with the clanking of googly eyes. He looked ridiculous but at least ready to get “messy.” Edda took things in a completely different direction with her bizarre attire.

Edda Mayne, the 9-foot 5-inch foul-mouthed slob, dressed more conservatively than usual. Her wide gutted front half sported a polka-dot white and blue blouse and dark blue double-breasted overcoat. The most impressive feat of her outfit was the fact she got her expansive hips and legendary ass contained in a pair of dark blue dress pants, the rear fabric already coated in a dark shade from the ass-sweat and kept from bursting with a leather belt sporting a golden belt buckle with Edda’s winged rabbit symbol commonly featured on her t-shirts. Edda looked like she was going to a business conference but instead elected to wear this to an orgy. 
This dynamic duo, already conscious of the eyes and whispers from the rest of the guests, slinked off to the farthest corner of the room, hoping to blend in the background, only to quickly be approached by the other host of the event and one of their best friends, Cooper Biron!

Cooper, the 6-foot-tall artistic hunk, was dressed more appropriately for the event, and it was not even close. Cooper’s broad chest, six-pack, and wide shoulders exposed to the world, only his nipples masked with a pair of black-crossed tape, and his lower region barely covered with a red-orange thong, his impressive cock barely contained in the fabric and his toned ass in a perpetual wedge. 

“Where were you two??” Cooper asked in a hushed whisper, his wife (and mistress) in the middle of her preamble, giving him a chance to talk to his tardy friends before they all needed to listen. 

“So fucking sorry, Coop! We almost decided not to go,”   Edda said, voice shockingly apologetic for her. It was, unfortunately, undercut with her eyes unable to leave Cooper’s crotch, her crush on him uncontainable with him dressed like that. 

“We aren't exactly PARTY people, my man,” Zac added, pulling up his penguin mask to address his friend. The red on his face made it clear he was already embarrassed about how the pair decided to dress today, even more so that they were the last ones there.  

“Especially when half the people here are fucking famous!” Edda continued, gesturing to the crowd, which featured not just the major of the city, Kennedy Plump Jr., but the entire Tushy Teets metal band (Stone Cloud’s most famous music group), the leader of the Morning Thunders biker gang, the creators of the award-winning Venus Dawn video game, and many more! Edda and Zac did not need to dress inappropriately to feel out of place in this crowd. 

“I get it. I’m just glad you got here. Francesca was about to throw a fit! You both look great by the way!” Copper said, alleviating the pair’s worries, Zac and Edda’s body language easing up with those well-placed kind words. 

“Thanks, I-” Zac started to say, only to be drowned out by a room-shaking bazooka of a brap fired from Francesca’s ass right into her microphone. 

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“Now then, everyone! Your attention!!” Francesca said, asserting her authority over the chatting trio, shutting them up and capturing the room’s attention again. 

“Before I begin with the rules, thank you all so much for taking time from your busy weekend schedules to attend today! I also believe an extra special thanks is due to Ms. Jha, the lovely rotund restauranteur that she is, for providing her exquisite catering and choice of beverages today! A round of applause, everyone!” Francesca declared, finger pointed and lights placed squarely at one of the higher profile guests, Eshana Jha, who ran the Okui Bar and Grill with her (presently absent) wife, Sakata Chikako, which had become a dynamite local chain known for its massive portions and excellent drink selection. 

Eshana Jha is a shockingly wide, 8 foot 11 inch middle-aged Indian Big Girl. Her attire is almost as modest as Edda’s, garbed in a button-up chef’s coat and black jeans. The large chef’s crisp black hair tied into a bumped ponytail. Her expression is warm and shocked, and the entire room enters a round of applause for her alone. 

CLAP!!! CLAP!!! CLAP!!! CLAP!!! CLAP!!! CLAP!!! CLAP!!! CLAP!!! CLAP!!! 

“Hehe, thank you. It was just something the girls and I threw together!” Eshana smiled, her chubby face blushing as she basked in the attention. She boldly showed her participation by opening her coat, revealing a set of pink lingerie underneath, ready for the night's fun, which earned some hoots and hollers in addition to clapping. 

“So modest in spirit but so immodest in dress! You absolutely love to see it~.” Francesca smiled, blowing a kiss to Eshana before the lights returned to her. 

“Now then, the ground rules!”

“Number one! Consent is queen! No means no, and I will personally THRASH anyone who dares defile this evening with an attempt to override someone’s autonomy!” Francesca started, words as harsh as broken glass to make the point as sharp as possible. 

“Number two! To those who have yet to grab them, in the baskets on the island right beside me is a selection of glow-in-the-dark wristbands, each corresponding to one's sexuality and preferences in dominance or submission. Please select some to make the ‘pairing’ easier for everyone!.” She continued, pointing to the island table beside her and grabbing one of the baskets. Her eyes were squarely on Zac and Edda, as everyone else had already grabbed from it some time ago. 

“Number three! We have designated food and drink breaks every two hours for three break periods, offering different meal and drink options than what is out presently. You do not need to participate and will be offered standard delicacies throughout the course.” 

“Number four! Keep all proper lovemaking to the rooms designated! The dining room is for eating, talking, kissing, and light foreplay~ Nothing that will make a mess! Each guest room is ready for thorough defilement as one pleases. They come equipped with multiples of every possible toy and piece of gear one might enjoy, in addition to a ringer found in the nightstand drawer to call support staff for clean up!” Francesca continued, gesturing to two hallways on either side of her, leading to the eight rooms prepped for tonight. 

“And number five! Have fun, everyone! Mingle and mash parts together and get strange! All relationships are open in this penthouse, and I want everyone to explore the possibilities tonight~. I think it's all time for us to get laid~ BEGIN!!” Francesca declared, the lights blasting on and the room exploding in activity. Some were already paired off and headed to the rooms, while others began the foreplay in earnest, be it simple small talk or feeding one another fruit and chocolate from the food provided. It was a relatively small group, but it already proved overwhelming for the tardy duo of Zac and Edda. However, the former, eyes locked on Cooper’s fierce physique, decided to go with the flow for once and do something bold. 

“Cooper?” Edda asked, voice strong and assured as she touched Cooper’s shoulder. 

“Yeah?”

“I’m gonna suck the soul from your lips now,” She said, grabbing onto his other shoulder and, in anticipation, waiting for some confirmation before she began. 

“...Okay-WOAH!” Cooper barely got to squeak out before, like a lioness on the hunt, Edda pounced, slamming into Cooper, his sinuous shape swallowed into her swollen stomach and breasts, as his face got slurped up in a massive kiss that covered his entire face. 

“MMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“I’ve wanted to do that for six goddamn years!!” Edda declared, pulling away from Cooper momentarily, her eyes electric and energy brimming already from the euphoria of such a moment. Cooper, face covered in a fresh film of Edda’s slobber, was amused by it all, smiling and, admittedly, enjoying the vibe of it all. 

“I can tell-” Cooper once again tried to say, only to be met with a barrage of smooches and kisses that, even to someone used to the sexual extremes, left him breathless. 

“-SMOOOOCH!!!! SMOOCH!!!! MMMMHAAAWHHHH!!!! MMMMHAAAWHHHH!!!! MMMMWAHHH!!! MMMMMMMWAH!!! MMMMMWAAAH!!!! MMMWWWAH!!!! MMWAH!!!! MMWAH!!!!”

“I, uh…” Zac interjected, an unfortunate witness to one of Edda’s top fantasies fulfilled. He was happy for her. He wasn't too keen on watching this long, especially when Edda let her bowels begin to blow air kisses to taint what little air Cooper was getting. 

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“I am going to go and, uh, leave you two to it! Remember to breathe! I need a drink,” Zac said, placing his penguin mask back over his face and heading deeper into the dining room. All the while, Cooper pulled away from Edda for just a moment to give Zac some advice./ 

“GUHHH!!! Sure, dude! Try the sushi. It's—” Cooper squeaked out before Edda, insatiable, returned to plastering him with her kisses, the two content with this arrangement for now. 

“-MMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!”

…

“Hey Zac! Looking good! Glad I was not the only one to wear a mask!” Rose Esmond, the mousy, nine-foot-tall mass-of-ass said, leaning up against one of the penthouse walls alongside her six-foot-tall, chill biker girlfriend, Jesse Kobrick. 

 Like everyone not named Zac or Edda, the two dressed appropriately and inappropriately for the occasion but with slight, modest twists that only served to titillate more. 

Rose, more comfortable wearing fits fit for a librarian, wore a long purple ribbed cardigan and a matching bow tie choker. She leaned into her ‘nerd’ aesthetic even with her underclothes, such as her white crop-top collared shirt, her breasts oozing from the strained fabric, and a black mini-skirt (with matching short-shorts underneath), over half of her legendary, man-eating ass erupting out from the small combination of clothing, leaving enough ass-cleavage to shove an entire lamppost down! The only out-of-place element to her attire was a small, black construction paper “mask” attached to her glasses, a simple but cute way to emulate the “masked orgy” trope without compromising her poor vision. In contrast to Rose’s ‘nerd’ attire, Jesse went more in the ‘biker’ direction. 

The accountant biker kept her usual Morning Thunders leather jacket on for the occasion but had nothing underneath, her double d-breasts barely contained by the buttoned-up outwear. Her pants were similarly immodest to Rose, wearing a pair of brown leather cut-out shorts with two pairs of (unnecessary) studded belts, her muscular basketball-sized butt practically vacuumed in the dark material! Her toned legs were equally evocative and hidden, half covered in thin fish nets and the rest masked with long-heeled, laced-up black leather boots! It was a “less is more” outfit, to be sure, but it worked well for someone as dualistically cool and horny as Jesse. 
The trio was quite a sight: Rose looked cute and sexy as a button, Jesse looked hot and ready for anything, and Zac looked like he was attending a “Penguins of Madagascar” viewing party at a public pool. 

“Hey Rose, Jesse! Yeah, I figured it would be more an Eyes Wide Shut kinda thing and not, well, so optimized, I guess,” Zac shrugged, looking around at the walls, where the rules Francesca just raddled off were printed on posters (in multiple languages no less), the entire affair feeling almost too controlled, too safe for his mental image of what an orgy should be. 

“Yet you picked a penguin mask?” Jesse smiled, chewing on some cherries as she side-eyed her friend's look. 

“It was the only one I own!”

“Ha! Besides that gas mask with the butt tube you and Edda used to use?” Jesse countered, recalling back in their college days when Zac and Edda shared an apartment with Jesse and Rose during their undergraduate studies. The former pair had many kinky escapades going on in their shared bedroom, one of which was Zac sleeping in his bed, and Edda, in hers, with a fart-gas mask affixed to the smaller man’s face, the long tube leading back to Edda’s exposed rear, the tube fastened to her butthole (through a series of harnesses), making him breathe nothing but Edda’s butt even when sleeping in separate beds. 

“Except that one…” Zac conceded, even remembering the exact spot it was in his room. 

“Relax, we own seven~.” Jesse grinned, reaching a strong hand into Rose’s butt cleavage and, the moment the larger woman felt her lover’s touch in her behind, unleashed an 8-second butt belch into her hand, which the biker then pulled out and sniffed the rancid beef and spoiled spinach stank like it was life-giving air. 

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“One for each day of the week, hehe!” Rose added, waving the rancid air she had just added to the local atmosphere toward Jesse. The girls shared a longing look while Zac, awkward enough, looked around and changed the subject. 

“You guys gonna, ya know, mingle?”
“I’m nervous; I was kind of hoping someone would approach first,” Rose admitted, looking towards the various famous people and knock-outs that had yet to pair up, intimidated just by being in the same room as them, much less try and have sex with them!

“What about you? Going to find the fattest ass (besides Rose’s), crawl right up in there, and call it an orgy?” Jesse asked, gesturing to none other than Mayor Kennedy, her ebony ass large enough to rival Rose’s, wearing a black blazer, red tie, and garter belt. The large politician was forward, chatting up a strapping male bartender, her ass hanging out like an invitation, be it intentional or not.  

“Eh, I was hoping Edda or Katherine would hog me all night unless you…?” Zac asked, looking down towards Jesse, a bisexual bombshell, a halfheartedly implying they hook up. 

“Maybe later, dude. I need to be a bit more buzzed for that,” Jesse smiled cheekily, mixing her rejection with enough friendly humor to make it an easy, if sour, pill to swallow. 

“HA!” Rose said, uncharacteristically tickled by that entire exchange. She embarrassingly put a hand to her mouth, showing off some of the glow-in-the-dark wristbands Francesca had spoken of early, catching Zac’s eye. 

“Hardy har har. What do the wristband colors mean, by the way?” Zac asked, noticing Rose wore a combination of Red, Brown, and Pink bands while Jesse wore Purple, Brown, and White. 

“Blue is straight, pink is sub, and green is bottom. Grab those,” Jesse declared, pointing to the counter where baskets contain all those and more. 

“And the others?”

“Red is gay, purple bi, yellow is pan, orange is top, and brown is switch. I think! Oh, and white is Dom!” Rose added, pointing to her bands as she raddled them off. 

“Weird color choices,” Zac chuckled, walking over to the basket and grabbing the ones Jesse recommended, rejoining the conversation quickly. 

“I said the same thing to Frannie, and she said, ‘Those were the only neon glow-in-the-dark color they offered!’ Then she walked off in a huff to the goth and femboy over there and have not stopped talking since besides that announcement she just did,” Jesse said, jutting a chin toward Francesca, now a glass of white wine in hand, talking to a pair of Big People, one a Big Girl and the other the much rarer Big Guy, each dressed in dark, macabre outfits that, as Zac got a better look at them, rung an immediate bell. 

The Big Guy, a gaunt goliath of a nine-foot-tall man with skin pale as paper and baby blue eyes dressed in heavy black mascara, had odd proportions. He was skinny, in a similar vein as Zac, which was made even more noticeable with his sleeveless turtleneck. However, he still had the curves associated with Big People, like a tree with overripened fruit fit to fall off the vine. His shoulders were slight but long; his pectorals, well defined but not in the natural sense, lacking most muscle, and his hips unusually wide (even for a Big Guy) and ass a match for an entire couch, but the most impressive part was his crotch, covered in black slacks with red petal patterns, sported a flaccid 36-inch cock, the snake between his pants practically hissing through the fabric! He had the confidence to match. With his long, curly black hair tied in a low ponytail, lips plastered in charcoal black gloss, sharp pierced chin, and thin cheeks, he was a stallion of a femboy. 

It was no wonder Zac could tell who he was—none other than Anton Melancholy, the CFO of Mistress Melancholy. The even larger big girl beside him would have to be his sister, the CEO, Terri Melancholy. 

Terri Melancholy, Anton's twin sister, was a gothic giantess who fit the description of a ‘Big Girl.’ Her chubby face, freckled and pale, lips plump and plastered in the same lipstick as her brother, had a biting, ambient self-superiority only rivaling Francesca herself. Terri was a woman of wealth and dominance, her short, curly black hair, practically spun from obsidian and kept pristine with a silver hairband with a gothic miniature tophat atop it, numerous rings across her fingers worth more at least Zac and Eddas entire yearly income, and her sharp blue eyes smothering anyone she put them upon in moments.
 At an impressive 9 foot 2 inches, Terri looked like she took all the nutrients meant for her skinny brother. Her breasts, waterbeds of ashen flesh, pressed comfortably in a fishnet top suitable to capture deep-sea fish, practically oozed sweat like a faucet, gliding down her pale gut, down to her pierced, cavernous navel. The sweat beads did not rest there, slipping out from belly button down to her prominent pelvis, her hips being twice as big as her brothers (and made more apparent with her matching slacks), fitting when her ass, sporting an ass shelf one might mistake for a bare mattress, rivaled the femboy’s behind by four times the girth! Terri and Anton were something, and Zac was shocked that he could not even point them out, so much so that he asked his friends to confirm. 

“Is that Terri and Anton Melancholy?” Zac whispered, Melacholy’s gaze sweeping past them in a way the gaunt writer wondered if they’d detected him uttering their names. 

“In the pale flesh. The twin titans of Mistress Melancholy Apparel, the only other big person-aligned textile and apparel company on the American market, next to Francesca’s. They also do sex toys and stuff! Like the fart masks!” Rose said her pop-culture knowledge speaks well to her bookish nature and ownership of a literal bookstore. It was at the mention of the fart masks did Zac perk up in recollection. He remembered why he knew what the Melacholys looked like! He had seen them in ads, lots of them, for their sex toys. 

“Oh, right! That’s where I saw them from! Those weird sex ads!” Zac recalled how these two multi-millionaires loved to show off in their apparel commercials, no matter how crass or scintillating. Many featured the two of them together using their products, such as the aforementioned fart masks, multi-partner gimp suits, prisoner chastity belts, queening boxes, and many more, on terrified regular-sized men and women. Zac often wondered if they had just gotten scarily accurate body doubles for those portions, but seeing the two here made that notion almost moot. 

“Yep, they are some real freaks. They got good company then bec-SHIT-Tess two o’clock!” Jesse started to add, only to not-so-subtly gesture to a wobbly, sweaty figure emerging from one of the hallways, a strip of toilet paper stuck to her heel, and heading straight for the three of them.
 It was Tess Inferno, the nine-foot-eleven-inch, annoying neighbor of Zac and Edda’s and the sister of Artemis Inferno, the leader of the Morning Thunders biker gang. 

Tess, breaking the dress trend for the occasion (even if poorly chosen), wore her usual blue tank top and yellow shorts, which were nearly transparent. The fabric of her clothing, becoming more apparent to the trio she approached, was drenched, subject to what had to be over several months, and they were nearly distorting from over-absorption! It did not bother Tess; she seemed eager to show it off. The moment she reached Rose, Jesse, and Zac, she struck a pose, hands behind her neck and hips out, ready to impress. 
“Hey, y’all! Don’t you all think I look absolutely stunning tonight!?!” Tess smiled, looking for approval, not a hint of irony to what she said. 

“Is that not the same outfit you have been wearing all month?” Zac asked, recognizing it from the various (thankfully short) encounters he’d had with her before today.

“SO good of you to notice, Zac! I wanted it to REALLY glisten tonight! As to attract some real hunks and babes tonight! How about the two of us fuck first, hm? Or we could all have a foursome! You all in?” Tess asked, turning around and slapping her rear, her jello-like ass somehow being the least most thing about her, as the impact of her palm against her shorts caused a gush of sweat to blast out, splattering the three she was soliciting for sex like she’d thrown a water balloon at them. 

“No,”
“Nope,”
“No, thank you!” they all said in unison, not even needing a moment to know Tess was not their type. It was a sudden and shocking blow, as even Tess’s near-endless self-confidence (or delusion, depending on the situation) faltered. She turned back to the three, slightly hurt and annoyed. 

“Ah, come on, It’s an orgy! I know I’m an absolute supermodel in comparison to you all. Still, If I can lower my standards to fuck any of you, can’t you-” Tess began to rant, benign interrupted when a sharp fingernail tapped her exposed sweaty shoulder. 

“-Excuse me?” Asked the silky voice of none other than Anton Melancholy, his pale, effeminate face looking upon her with such warmth that it made the already sopping Tess break out in a cold sweat. 

“Hm?” Tess chirped, instantly spellbound by the gothic stranger. 

“I noticed how radiant you were from across the room, and I wanted to broach the option of me penetrating the squalid fanny of yours till you can’t walk straight for a week while my lovely sister watches?” Anton said like he was reciting an Edgar Allen Poe poem, gesturing over to Terri, who continued to chat with Francesca, who broke eye contact from her fellow multi-millionaire to meet Tess’s stunned gaze, giving a quick wink and a slight smile to show her interest as well. 

“WHERE HAVE YOU BOTH BEEN ALL MY LIFE! TAKE ME!!!” Tess immediately folded, jumping off the ground toward Anton, who, with a shocking display of strength and grip strength, caught Tess, his long arms holding onto the strained fabric of her shorts for dear life to keep hold. All the while, she hugged his face with her sweaty gut, overwhelmed in joy and gastric affection as her butt plaid a short but burning egg stench to declare her excitement! 

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“Oh, you are slippery! Aren’t you! Terri darling! She said yes! Meet you in the last room down the left hall!” Anton said, voice strained but still poetic and powerful as he carried his pleasure-mate to where he just declared to his sister, who, breaking away from her conversation with Francesca, gave her brother a nod and some quick words of affirmation. 

“Understood, brother!” Terri smiled, eyes locked on both her brother’s and Tess’ fannies as they both passed the doorway down the hall to deeper into the penthouse. Francesca watched this whole cartoonish display and fought the urge to roll her eyes as if her life depended on it. 

“The lesser Inferno, Terri? And I thought I was the one that had a trashy taste in women,” Francesca said, not even hiding her contempt for Tess or her disappointment in her respected friends who would pick the woman as their first conquest of the event. 

“What can I say? I adore a sloppy appetizer before I get to the main course~.” Terri smiled, her voice more full-bodied and sultry than her brothers, which made her bold slap of Francesca’s ass, which unleashed a wine and roast beef-rich 8-second fart in shock at Melacholy’s sudden move. 

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“I will hold you to that, love~. Now go on and enjoy that soggy taco, and be sure to wash that mouth of yours after; I don’t want secondhand crotch sweat in my mouth when we enjoy each other's company by the top of the hour,” Francesca said, her tentative approval gave the gothic giantess a bit of redness in her cheeks as she hurried off to join her brother. 

“No promises!” Terri smiled, turning the corner to the hall. In barely a minute of entering the room Anton designated, she found him and Tess locking lips on the edge of the bed, their collective girth tilting the entire structure forward, even with only half their weights placed on it. 

“Oh! Well, isn’t THIS a sight? How do they taste?” Terri smiled, closing the door behind her as the two Big People broke their make-out session to address her. Tess looked downright euphoric, and Anton was somewhat amused. 

“LIKE MAGIC!” Tess grinned, slobber oozing down her lips and onto the black bedspread below her. 
“Like a glazed donut,” Anton said, his tone soft like he was joking, but the sharpness of the last word made it clear he was only half kidding. Terri had been the one to want to see Anton fuck Tess, and even if there was some passing physical attraction, it was clear he was going to see it more as a chore than a reward. That was fine with her, the two had given the other a ‘pass,’ where they could make the other fuck someone of their choice (provided consent), and Terri wanted to see the sweaty grease ball squeal. She had a sadistic streak and was going to enjoy seeing the worst Inferno get the hardest dicking of her life. 

“Mhm, well, don’t let me stop you. Just pretend I am not here~” Terri smiled, looking to the side to see a leather armchair, a cuck chair, to sit on. Her bulk collapsed into the seat, with her left hand gliding down her slacks as she prepared to enjoy every second of this. 

“Ah! Not joining in?” Tess pouted, hoping the Melancholys would tag-team here. 

“She will devour your box in time, lover. Allow me to moisten you up first~” Anton said, trying harder to get into the hookup. His thumbs clasped around the waistband of her shorts, practically having to peel them off Tess like a soggy layer of dead skin, the squalid fabric hitting the tile floor and already making a puddle. 

“I am plenty moist already, see??” Tess smiled, spreading her tube of lard legs to reveal her unshaven crotch, the spindly hairs forming a matted nest that stuck to her inner thighs, allowing her pussy to pulsate in preparation for penetration, her plump finger playing with her labia as she basked in Anton’s shock. He is not new to less clean hookups, but Tess Inferno, her scent reminiscent of a fish boiled in rainwater with sweat rags, her entire body almost always moist with perspiration, made even his strong stomach start to turn. He focused on her face and ass and attempted to power through. 

“Indeed! I dare say any additional lubrication would be overkill, like fornicating with a water bed that had sprung a leak,” Anton said, his sarcasm, venomous in intention, fell on death's ear to someone so dense (yet so wet). All the same, he had his monstrous physical aspect to present to his partner. With a delicate hand, Anton slid his slacks down past his knees. The black fabric, slightly damp in the back, released an incredible torrent of ball sweat and pre-cum onto the ground as his pants dropped, unveiling the half-mast, forty-inch cock, pale white, steaming in anticipation, the reddish type, as big as a fist, oozing and ready for penetration. 

“Oh yeah, talk dirty to me!” Tess said, smiling at the awesome sight of the femboy’s dick, barely registering any meaning behind his words. 

“Part your water beds, lover. I wish to demolish what lies between them,” Anton smiled, running his delicate hand across the shaft of his femboy cock, the inches only getting added with each stroke. Ready and willing, Tess flopped onto her stomach, her full, greasy mounds of fat wobbling in anticipation. Her ass, in full naked view, was bizarre in how awe-inspiring it was. The sheen of her cheeks, glistening like disco balls from sweat-based saturation, it was a miracle she was able to pry it open, as her strong fingers began to pull apart the wobbling fat, allowing more and more of her inner ass meat exposed with each passing second. 

“Here you-” Tess began, her face red as the effort to force her ass open proved a more physically straining activity than she expected. Anything she said past the first two words was also drowned out, as the moment she forced her boulder butt open completely, did her bowels blast out a 15-second brap that buried anything else she could out said under its beefy boom! Alongside that also came a large, humanoid figure, shot out from Tess’ manhole-sized anus and onto the floor. It was a downright cartoonish sequence of events, and all the two Melancholys could do was keep their eyes clued to the escapade and sniff the hot, swampy stench of Tess’ breakfast steak and egg toot. 

SLORP!!!
BBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!

“GAH!!!” Let loose the figure that fell to the floor, her body coated in several black, brown, and green layers of anal sludge and shit that she had accumulated within her derriere dungeon. She was a taller woman, roughly six feet tall, with peach skin (behind the grime), freckles across the length of her body, and what a body it was. The woman was, if not in the presence of mini-giants with curves of ancient sex idols, a knockout! Her long legs were thick and robust; one could guess they could crack a watermelon, hips that would match any chair, and an ass that was comparable to two beach balls packed into a pair of short green shorts! Her breasts, modest c cups, were perky, filling out her cringy “It’s not cartoons, it’s anime!” shirt perfectly, all of which collected to a rounded face with a slight nose (plus septum ring), striking emerald green eyes and matching messy short hair! At the sight of this girl, covered in Tess’ butt sweat and shit, did the two Melancholy look in both awe and arousal!

“Oh my!”
“Oh my!” The two gothic millionaires went, their hands to their mouths, slight blushes across their pale faces, but their focus was on two things. Anton kept his eyes focused squarely on Tess’ shit coated butthole, impressed by its look and  “storage capacity,” and Terri on the strange that just got shat out, and the smaller girls impressive behind. 

“*COUGH* COUGH WHAT TIME IS IT *COUGH*??” The girl said, voice raspy from lack of speech but holding a gawky undertone that was hard to miss.

“heeeey, Kat! How is my favorite niece doing?” Tess smiled, turning around, hands still focused on keeping her ass exposed, as she smiled at none other than her niece, Kat Inferno. 

“Is the COUGH Initiation over NOW??” Kat asked, shakily standing up off the ground, thick legs wobbling from lack of use for over a month. Kat wanted to join the Morning Thunders, the biker gang both her aunts were a part of, and, as a regular-sized woman, she needed to undergo a special initiation. Kat had to reside in the ass of each member who wanted to participate for a few weeks, and, after spending months soaking up butt sweat and breathing nothing but farts from the fat Big Girl bikers who made up the gang, had one last stop: Tess. Kat had been in Tess’ butt, half-drowning on the endless swamp ass, for an unfathomable amount of time, the very concept of which lost to her after so long in the darkness, and now she needed to know if she was free, or did she have to eat her own aunt’s shit another night tonight?

“Initaiatiwhat?-OH THAT! Oh, you passed a month ago!” Tess admitted, barely registering what had even been going on and uncaring that her own flesh and blood had been living in her literal fat folds for over two months now. 

“WHAT???? WHY HAVE I BEEN LIVING UP YOUR BUTT THEN UP UNTIL NOW?!?” Tess screamed, the hoarseness in her voice burnt away in the face of the smallest Inferno’s fiery fury. 

“Because you like it, I thought! I hate to make my cutest little niece NOT go a minute without her favorite aunt’s farts~” Tess smiled, her words genuine in a way that made it clear she meant every word. She thought her niece loved every second she had to drink her ass sweat, sleep with her head up her anus, and chewed on like a gumball by her butt cheeks. After all, who wouldn't when the woman could fart like a foghorn:

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!

“GOD DAMMIT, AUNTY TESS!! I SWEAR THE MOMENT I SEE AUNYT ARTEMIS I AM GONNA-” Kat began to yell, taking a few steps toward the door before, practically leaping out of the cuck chair, Terri got in the smaller woman’s way, her pale gut and incredible wrack being all Kat saw as her path was suddenly blocked. 

“Hello there. May I just say you are one of the most ravishing people I have ever seen!” Terri cooed, her voice dripping with sensuality. The meaning was clear without a hint of sarcasm, especially when Terri took a knee, getting right at eye level with Kat, their faces a few inches apart, and winked at her with pouted black lipstick lips. 

“Uh…hi, pretty lady~,” Kat said, suddenly bashful and devoid of rage, looking away in embarrassment, smelling like literal ass, and going months without bathing, leaving her a little frazzled by such a sudden move. 

“Would you like to have your first meal outside your aunty’s tushy? It’s very moist and will not disappoint,” Terri said, pulling down the front of her slacks, exposing her shaved pussy, moist and emanating the sweetest musk Kat had smelled in months. Kat, for all her anger, was also a horndog. Not being able to touch herself for months was a hell of a trying spell, and when placed before the first scrap of pussy (and mighty scrap at that), she folded instantly. 

“...Okay~” 

“Good answer. Brother, you keep the big one. The prize you found inside is more than enough for me~” Terri smiled, grabbing the smallest Inferno by the shoulder and walking back over to the cuck chair, Kat practically putty in her hands. 

“AH! Well, I guess you're going to have to dick me extra hard, stud!” Tess said, slightly disappointed but also raring to go and eager to see a dick as longer than a human arm at work! Oddly, Anton was much more enthusiastic after Kat’s ‘expulsion’. He was a freak, and the sight of something so foul and bizarre only renewed his vigor to dick down the lesser Inferno. It even allowed for his cock to reach full mast, at a full 54 inches!

“With Pleasure!” Anton said, placing his hands on the top of Tess’ ass shelf, the tip of his femboy dick aligned perfectly with her oozing anus, and, with a single, confident thrust, did his entire dick slide into the Big Girl’s ass, sweat, slime and crap burst out with impact, especially when Tess immediately shat on impact. 

SLORP!!!!
SSSSSSSSSSSLLLLLLLLRRRRPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTT!!!!!!!

“OH!!!” Tess let loose, ecstasy across her rounded, sweaty face as the sheer girth entered her. She had her niece, a full-grown woman, living in her butt for months, and not a second of that could compare to Anton’s cock as it struck into her anus and bowels. It was like a sword of heaven thrusting into her, a near-religious experience that filled her with lightness brought by sheer sexual satisfaction! 

Anton, on his part, was more base in his thinking. He had been with many partners, men, women, everything in between and outside those labels, but Tess was a unique beast, to be sure. She was slimy, sweaty, and slick in a way that even his “relief” sessions with his gym instructors after a marathon run could not match. It was liking gliding his dick down a buttered sleeping bag, spacious, loose, and slick at the very slam of his hips. The only resistance he met was Tess’ bowels, which bellowed fart after fart with each blast of his manhood into her. A common reaction for his monster of a cock, but it was clear Tess was especially gassy today and had A LOT to give:


PLAP!
FFFFFAAAAARRRRTTTTTT!!!!!!
PLAP!!
BBBBBBBLLLLLLAAAAAAAPPPPPPPTTTTTTT!!!!!!
PLAP!!!
SSSSSSSSSSSSUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Wow, never seen a dick that big in person,” Kat commented, watching her aunt be fucked by the femboy with disturbed fascination. She doubted she would survive even a minute with such a beast inside her. Her partner, Terri, sitting back in the cuck chair, Kat standing between her stretched-out legs, was annoyed her brother was taking the spotlight away from her little partner and was ready to force her hand a bit in her own love-making. 

“The phallic wonders of the ‘Big  Guy’ are awe-inspiring, aren't they? But he isn't what you should be focused on right now, only my wonders,” Terri said, gently grabbing Kat’s chin and bringing it back over to her pale, exposed pussy, the inner and outer lips, monsters of flesh, able to fit an entire baseball bat in and could, feasibly, swallow half of Kat whole, dripped in anticipation of service. Kat, a proud pansexual, was mesmerized; the smell, earthy, sweet, slightly salty, and sensual, was like getting a whiff of heaven after spending an eternity in hell. She was pent-up and ready. Kat practically threw herself into Terri’s vagina, putting a hand down her shorts down to her pussy, and extended her tongue out as long as it could, ready to eat!

“Y-you got it, h-hotty!” Kat grinned, putting her tongue to work against Terri’s prominent pussy, her tongue going like she was running a marathon, giving in to rapid, all-in-on oral stratagem that had served her well during the initiation with the Morning Thunders, many of the gang enjoying the quick pace, reminding them of the hum of their motorcycles. Terri, while not displeased, felt the strength was not there to really make Kat’s tongue more than a warmup before a proper pussy eating. She wanted more strength in the strokes and felt it best to “motivate” Kat before getting into it. 


“Mhm, I do love a small, quick, and delicate tongue of yours, cuteness. I think you could go with some more vigor and strength! Here, allow Mommy to motivate you,” Terri said, suddenly closing her thighs around Kat, practically drowning her in pale fat, and letting loose a blast of gas to offer some “motivation.” 

SQUASH!!!!

BBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPPPTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!

“MURPH!!!” Kat croaked, mouth now forced into Terri’s pussy, the implicit demand of pleasuring it better delivered with the 9-second gas blast that raddled the chair and the more petite woman’s skull. It was an airy toot, a light, earthy stench that, oniony and champagne-rich, was dominated more by the heat. Even with an indirect blast, the closed pocket of air Kat had to breathe in Terri’s crotch felt more like a Dutch Oven, her shit-coated brow breaking into a sweat and her nose burning on the immediate whiff. Kat was both spellbound and intimidated but improved immediately, pressing her face as deep into Terri’s pussy lips as she could, swirling and gliding her tongue with as much force as she could muster. 

“Now THAT is more like it!” Terri said, smiling wide and already on the quick road to climax, her upper legs clamping around the back of Kat, practically swallowing her in fat and leaving not even an ounce of fresh air as Terri began to unleash more oniony-burning gas bombs. 

FFFFFFFFFAAAAAAARTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!
PPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!

Two shorter braps burned into Kat’s pocket of air, the stench much lighter than what Kat would breathe in Tess’ rump but the raw heat three times worse. Her eyes watered, her forehead oozing shit-infused drippings, but it did not stop her. Every stroke of her tongue, powerful enough to destroy a lollipop in a few strokes, was more than what Terri was looking for and made it known with her wails of pleasure. 

“KEEP AT IT, DARLING, DON’T STOP!!” Terri squealed; her demure exterior faded as she gave in to primal passions. She was not the only one. Two feet away were her brother and Tess, fucking like rabbits as the monstrously-cocked femboy slammed his dick into Tess’ anus and pussy like a jackhammer. Tess, ass, and pussy blasting gas, slime, and excrement were in just as good a place as Terri and was not shy to show it. 

“YEAH!!! YEAH!!! KEEP AT IT, STUD! KEEP AT IT!!!” Tess said, sweating literal buckets, the sheer “fulness” she felt with each thrust, and, after barely a few minutes of the feeling, was about ready to hit the climax, as her gut made clear as she unleashed room-clearing, rancid, over 10-second long ass blasts again and again.

PLAP!
PLAP!
BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!

“ALMOST THERE!!!~” 
“ALMOST THERE!!!~” Terri and Tess bellowed, not just with their mouths, but with their behinds:

BBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!
PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“UUUHHH!!!!!!” Kat groaned, swallowing the full force of a sulfuric, 12-second gas blast that burnt her tongue like hot cocoa. She was loving it, though, the pain exciting her to put even more force into each lash of her tongue and thrust her fingers into her nethers. Kat was, above all else, an Inferno, aka a freak. 

“YEEEEEEESSSSSS!!!!!!” Anton beamed, utterly mesmerized by Tess, one of the foulest Big People he’d ever physically entered, putting him to a climax so fast he hardly believed it. The sweat, the stench, and the anal sludge made for perfect sexual lubricant, both literal and metaphorical, for Anton’s monstrous cock. Anton was a much cleaner Big Person than the average, but penetrating the Lesser Inferno was starting to make him rethink his policies of self-grooming a bit, but that could wait, as thought was not what mattered right now: only pleasure. 

“OOOH!!!!” The entire room yelled, both parties reaching the pinnacle of physical pleasure all at once! A burst of translucent cum erupted from Tess’ ass, pooling onto the bedspread till over half of it was stained white. On the opposite end, Terri let her legs fall loose, Kat falling to her knees, her entire upper body peppered in sexual fluid, and the crotch of her pants just as damp. Terri, smiling sultry, and Tess, grinning wildly, both satisfied, let the last of their bowels bubbling boom to signal the first of many sexual conquests at this party.

SSSSSSSRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


PART 1

“Oh, there you three are! I hope the food and drinks are to your tastes?” Francesca, the matron of the main event, the orgy, asked a trio of guests who had preferred to keep to themselves and not mingle: Rose, massive assed book-store owner; Jesse, the cool-headed accountant biker, and Zac, the apathetic writer. The trio, hanging back in the corner of the dining room, with colorful lights overhead and loud flirting bouncing across the room, had stuck to snacking and talking, chewing on cherries, strawberries, chocolates, and sushi, with red wine to wash it down. 

“Good, a whole lot of aphrodisiac-adjacent stuff, huh?” Zac observed, gesturing to the table, which featured other unique food options, such as oyster shots, avocado toast, almonds, and even figs. It was a bizarre mix for any standard buffet, but all ranked among common sexual potency-enhancing foods. 

“An orgy is nothing without a little boost! We have proper aphrodisiacs as well if you all would prefer?” Francesca said, her question only half-hearted, doubting this group would be interested.  

“No, we're fine. Thanks, Ms. Balabanov!” Rose said, Francesca’s attention falling squarely on her now. 

“Ms.Esmond, you look positively ravishing! A precious pearl in this oyster of sin! Tell me, are you and Jesse willing to have, for lack of a proper word, separate conquests tonight? Or prefer to be a team in that regard?” Francesca asked, words laced with flattery to make her question all the softer for the couple. 

“What do you say, babe?” Rose asked, looking down at her girlfriend, a performative move. The two had a long discussion about it a week ago. The two were willing to sleep with other people but wanted to play up the act. Half of the evening was Francesca’s theatrics and flaunting of social and material wealth. They figured playing along would be better than going against the current, like Edda and Zac. 

“I’m willing if you are,” Jesse said quickly, her response practiced but told with the speed of someone who wanted to get an act over with. 

“Then yes, we are,”

“Well, in that case, Rose, It seems a particular band has their eyes on you!” Francesca smiled, grabbing Rose by the shoulder and turning her ninety degrees towards the front of the room, where two of the three members of Tushy Teets, the massive-breasted Big Girl lead singer Tiffany Razor, and the regular-sized, pink-haired, shapely lead guitarist, Izzy Zipper, sat. The two women, rock-stars famous across the Stone Cloud (also climbing up the ranks nationally), sipped on wine, eyes flickering over to Rose, a subtle single of their interest. 

“Tushy Teets! Wants to, ahem, you know, with me??!?” Rose asked, blushing at the idea that the first people interested were amongst the most famous in attendance. 

“Go get it, babe! Not every day you get to fuck rock-stars!” Jesse smiled, giving her girlfriend an assured side-hug and a slight push to go while she still had the never. 

“Uh-Okay!” Rose smiled, grabbing her glass of wine, chugging the entire contents, and walking over to the musicians, her face redder than she had just drunk. 

“Marvelous! As for you, Jesse, our captivating caterer was asking for you, and, as the host, I feel it necessary to mention she has a slice of devil’s food lodged in her rear as an incentive,” Francesca smiled, more direct with the invitation than she was with Rose, pointing towards the doors of her kitchen, where Eshana had gone after beginning ceremony to direct the cooking staff for the next course. 

“Well, I can’t say no to an offer for cake, now can I? See ya!” Jesse smiled, giving Francesca and Zac a quick pat on the shoulder before jogging off, ready and eager. That only left Zac, face hidden behind a cartoon penguin masked, looking up at the eleven-foot-tall hostess, nervous as hell, as she looked down at him, annoyed and slightly vengeful. 

“Ah, and Mr. Shore, I would call you fashionably late, but, heh, based on the mask, let’s just go with late,” She said, her words as sharp and poisonous as possible, but found little purchase in Zac’s apathetic hide. 

“Sorry, Frannie, but we're here now, and things are in full swing, so no harm, right?” Zac said, unshaken by her words but hoping a quick show of regret would defuse things. 

“Perhaps, but I still think it proper that you make it up to me all the same~ Just a long, impassioned french kiss on my ring will do,” Francesca declared, holding her large hand out to the man, her palm resting a foot above his head, her fingers featuring a single jeweled ring for each finger. 

“Uh, weird, but okay, could you take a knee, and I’ll—" Zac started to say, only to be quickly rebuked as, with a sway of her fur coat, Francesca did not take a knee but turned around and bent over. 

“Oh no, no, no! Not these little baubles, the big one~” Francesca smiled, throwing up the back of her jacket to reveal her barely covered, red lingerie-covered pale ass, her cheeks pent in such a way her pillow-sized asshole was ready and waiting for Zac’s supplication. 

“I-if I must,” Zac sighed, rationalizing it in his head as the first sexual thrill of his evening. Francesca’s ass was already pungent, Zac getting a decent eggy whiff of her BO at even a foot and a half away, the scent getting strong as he got his face in line with her shaven asshole. Any normal person would wretch being so close to the epicenter of the rich woman’s ass funk, but Zac was not a normal man. He placed his lips, without a hint of resistance, right onto the center of the massive pucker, snaking his tongue into the folds, and, to Francesca’s satisfaction, began to explore. 

“MHAW!!! MHAW!!! MHAAAW!!!” Zac went, his lips and tongue reaching deep into Francesca’s ass, a horrid, methane, and beef-rich crawling down his throat with each stroke of his tongue. The flavor coated his tongue like paint, only getting thicker and thicker with every moment. Even someone like Zac felt his skin crawl. The taste started to make him relent, ready to break away. Unfortunately for him, Francesca had her own apology to give: 

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A 15-second long, raucous ripper railroaded down Zac’s throat, stunning him the second it touched his throat, forcing him to swallow it all. Zac’s cheeks expanded, his body feeling heavy from the sheer volume of gas he took in. The taste of Francesca’s asshole was vile. Still, the fart was a whole world worse, a flavor of undigested steak and spoiled eggs infused with a burning hint of champagne and orange juice, all coming together into an acidic and beefy taste that made Zac’s body tremor in revulsion. Francesca, face light and eyelashes fluttering felt the massive gas ball exit her body and enter Zac’s, and the sense of superiority and utter euphoria this brought made her weak at the knees. So weak, she let her legs give out, her body weight backward, and crashed the full force of herself, ass-first, onto Zac. 

SQUASH!!!!

“Oh my~ your tongue is as good as I had heard! You practically pulled that one out of me there! I dare say I am impressed!” Francesca said, her face glowing and slightly disarmed by how much she had enjoyed the experience. She just meant to humiliate Zac; the ass-eating was just a bonus, but now she was rethinking if she should prolong all this, at least till she brought him to his first “meeting” of the evening. 

“MHM!!!” Zac croaked, body submerged in Francesca’s bulbous ass, his slim frame slotting perfectly between her ass cheeks, face pressed into her asshole, utterly forgotten by the world under the rich Big Girl’s bulk. 

“Apologies, Mr. Shore, but we will extend your ‘apology’ a while. Your analingus is downright divine on my derriere~ and I want to experience it awhile longer. It is for the best, too, I think. There is a duo who want to meet you, and perhaps I should bring you to them myself to make sure you get there safely, of course,” Francesca explained, just as she hooked Jesse and Rose up. She had planned the same for him. Now, she wanted a little more fun before she brought him to his true first partner of the night. 

“MRPH?!?!” Zac squeaked, feeling his entire frame fling upward with Francesca’s rising from the ground. He was planted deep in her ass, only the tips of his toes barely sticking out, which were then masked by the larger woman’s fur coat, leaving him an unseen prisoner to the host of the evening, waiting for her to deliver him to whoever wanted to fuck first. 

“Here, take mommy's farts for now, breathe in deep, and enjoy the luxury ride,” Francesca smiled, putting extra sway in her hips as she slowly walked away, crop dusting the entire time; all the while, Zac was forced to swallow every blast. 

FFFRRRRRPPPPPPHHHHTTTT!!!!
SSSSSUUURRRPPPHHHTTT!!!!!!!!!!
BBBRRRAAAUUUPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!

…

“Heeey Eshana! I heard you were looking for me, Ma’am~” Jesse smiled, entering the kitchen to find Eshana Jha, both guest and chief caterer of today’s event, alone in the kitchen, pastries left half-prepared and alcoholic beverages unshaken. The staff had cleared out for this hookup just recently. 

“Well, hello Jesse, how long has it been? Almost a decade now? A little less?” Eshana smiled, turning around to greet the eager biker. Eshana Jha was on the shorter end for a Big Girl, standing at eight foot eleven inches, but made up for it in raw girth. Her chef’s jacket looked more like a dress to accommodate the raw width of her stomach, a wall of lard that could easily crush a queen-sized bed. The gut may have been the main course, but the rest of Eshana’s curves were hearty appetizers. Her breasts, boulders resting on the shelf of her stomach, could hide an entire person inside them with ease, her hips as long as a four-person couch, and her ass, practically bursting out from her jacket, could be used as a family’s dining room table with its shelf alone. 

Eshana, for all her size, had a regal quality to her appearance. Her middle-aged face, slightly stricken with experience lines, only accentuated her demure smile, her amber brown eyes striking in any light, crisp black hair (held in a bumped ponytail) strong and flowing like a river downward, keeping her forehead wide open and bindi on full display. Eshana was, overall, a stunning figure with whom Jesse had quite a bit of familiarity from years past. 

“Six years, coming on seven. It's hard to forget work under you,” Jesse said, recalling her college days as a waitress at Eshana and her wife’s primary restaurant. It was a good college job with flexible hours and decent tips, but the real highlight was the “benefits packages” after hours, AKA kinky sex.

“I try to make every waitress’ time memorable (if they’ll have me). It's just good business,” Eshana giggled, her playful side seeping through her modest disposition. She and Sakata, happily married for over a decade, had many sex-capades, both between themselves and with any of their staff who showed interest. Jesse was not the first or the last, but was one of the memorable ones of the lot, mainly for her unfathomable love of all things ass. 

“Don’t I know it. Still no hard feelings for me leaving?” Jesse asked, walking over to the larger woman, hand on her hips, and flashing a cocky smile born from a famous rapport re-awoken with their re-introduction to one another. 

“None at all! You were onto bigger and brighter things, almost literally with that girl of yours, quite the catch, and just your type,” Eshana winked, catching a glimpse of them when the orgy began, and very proud her old waitress found such a woman that fit her wants and needs so well. 

“I couldn't ask for better in a million years. I found my dream girl, my ride or die, and thankfully, our bond is strong enough to handle a few adventures tonight, like me serving you one last time~.” Jesse declared, her conviction as hard as steel. Still, her lust overflowing as she stared intently at Eshana’s ass, recalling the dozens of hours she’d spent inside it, licking it like ice cream and creaming into it like a pastry. 

“And here I was thinking we were just catching up! Well, don’t let me stop you. The cake is already dripping down my thighs, so please, show me how much you’ve improved at eating ass since then!” Eshana smiled, throwing her jacket off to reveal the pink lingerie underneath, the skimpy fabric long enough to go across the entire kitchen two times over, and her ass, caramel colored and decorated in dimples, oozing chocolate from the cake she stuck in there, waiting for an eager eater to devour it (and more). 

“Not a problem, ‘boss’!” Jesse said, practically jumping into Eshana’s butt face first, chocolate cake splattering out from behind the large chef like she just crapped herself, but in reality, it was just a six-foot-tall biker.
It was a feeding frenzy, Jesse squirming into the Big Girl’s ass like a familiar hideaway, reacquainting herself to every flavor and fold, and, best of all, the spicy, eye-burning gas that, for the next thirty minutes, would keep her company for this first fling of hers this evening. 

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

…

“Uh he-hi! I’m Rose! You want to, eh, see me??” Rose smiled, approaching the two rockstars at the other side of the room, her face as red as her namesake. Only two of the three (primary) invited members were there, Tiffany Razor and Izzy Zipper, and from what Rose saw of them on album covers and magazines in her bookstore, the photos did not do either of them justice in the looks department. 

“Heeey girl! Look at YOU! I’m Izzy Zipper (but I bet you know that already)! Enjoying the orgy so far?” Izzy, the lead guitarist of Tushy Teets, said. She was regular-sized but was anything but by most metrics. Izzy stood a staggering six foot five inches, the tallest regular-sized person in attendance and, truthfully, the most stacked. Her body, draped in an immodest baby blue Tushy Teets crop top, barely contained her triple D breasts, her stomach smooth with a slight amount of chub. Past her upper came her lower, namely an impressive set of hips that could smother any chair, which was needed considering, contained in a pair of boxer briefs with a zipper pattern on it, was an overflowing rump that could swallow a man’s head hole, thighs thick and clamped together from the sheer girth. Izzy was curvy but was definitionally hot as hell as well. Her tanned skin, sharp but short nose, curly, hot-pink hair, pink eyes (from contacts), and clip-pierced ears accentuated with heavy mascara and lipstick. Izzy dressed to party, and her energy made that even more evident. 

“Yeah, it's really fancy!” Rose smiled, immediately feeling welcomed thanks to the smaller woman’s energy. Subconsciously, her eyes wandered down to her chest. 

“That Frannie, always trying to impress even for a sex party. Usually, these things just got a few filthy mattresses and a fold-out table of cold cuts, not dedicated sex rooms and catered meals, and sup. I’m Tiffany Razor,” Said the 11-foot-tall Big Girl band member, Tiffany. 
Her voice was oddly monotone, but the minute modulations in each word, a subtle conversational song to each sentence, made it obvious this a lead singer of a rock band, and not just for her looks. Rose, a unique phenotype of Big Girl where a large chunk of her mass went down to her ass, was met with her exact opposite in Tiffany, where most of her mass was in her chest. The rock-star big girl’s rack was legendary, with two mattresses strung to her chest, creamy white and practically leaking with sweat, not even contained, and only given modest covering with her white loose fit flowy tank top. Her chest was a stunning sight, the only way to support such weight coming from her stockier body, with broad shoulders, sinuous arms, an exposed six-pack stomach, strong hips covered in black leggings, boulder-like buttcheeks that looked as if a blade would break on them, and powerful thighs that could kick in a car door. 

While not as flashy as her bandmate, Tiffany's appearance was still eye-turning. Tiffany’s dirty blonde hair shaved at the sides and pulled-back mohawk in the center, had a certain sharpness, like her namesake. Her face was rectangular with a strong chin, and she sported perfect pearly teeth, an upturned nose with a septum ring, and striking blue eyes that made Rose quiver with her gaze.
 These were rockstars, and the large bookstore owner could scarcely believe they wanted to sleep with her. 

“Hehe, I would not know. This is the first time I have been invited,” Rose said, a cute, awkward tone coming to the surface. She was out of her element but incontestable in geeky charm. 

“Well, consider us the-wheres Santiago?” Izzy started to flirt, only for her to realize the third member invited, their drummer, was not present. 

“Got snapped up by someone outside the bathroom, a blonde. I didn't recognize her, hot though,” Tiffany answered.

“It’s okay! I prefer, uh, girls, anyway,” Rose said, pointing to her red wristband. 

“Well, perfect then! Let’s get straight to it! OR GAY to it, shall we?” Izzy giggled, jumping off the couch and practically running to the bank to one of the available rooms, opening the door for the two larger women to enter, who both slowly followed and entered.

“Brown band, huh? You want to top or bottom, honey?” Tiffany asked as soon as the three of them entered, and the door closed behind them, noticing the band that indicated Rose was a switch. 

“Uh-uh, bottom, please?” Rose stammered, sheepishly moving to remove her top and pants. 

“Perfect! Tiffany? You want to make me the meat in this big girl sandwich?” Izzy giggled, slipping right out of her outfit in a few moments flat. 

“Sure, get the double-ender in that closest, the BIG one,” Tiffany said, pointing toward the open closet in the room, all manner of sex toys and equipment held within. Izzy, wordlessly but smiling, ran to the closest, bare-ass clapping with her movements, as she dug out a unique piece of sex equipment: a pair of strap-on underwear with a 36-inch red rubber phallus on the front and equally large, blue rubber phallus attached to her ass. 

“OH! That is, wow!” Rose stammered, never seeing such an odd sex toy before but excited at the possibilities. She was ready and, with a giant belly flop, landed on the bed, ass jiggling like a mountain of jello, prepared to receive either end of the strap-on. 

“All the newest and best toys, just as Frannie promised. You ready, sweetie?” Tiffany asked, tossing her leggings and top to the side, her massive, mattress-sized milkers hanging out in all their glory. The two rockstars jumped onto the bed, Tiffany on her knees, breasts resting on her lap, with Tiffany in the middle, aligning both ends of the unique strap-on with her partners: The front end aligned with Rose’s anus, and the back with Tiffany’s pussy. The shapely guitarist was not going to be doing the hammering, however, as, with her strong hands, Tiffany grabbed Rose’s ass, the fat practically oozing out from between her fingers, her breasts practically swallowing Izzy whole, creating a three-way fucking with the singer doing the pounding, Izzy as the “implement,” and the mousy bookstore owner as the recipient. 

“Ye-yea-YES!” Rose beamed, feeling the tip tickle against her anus, ready and waiting to be pounded by two rockstars at once! And so it began. Tiffany, with a strong thrust, smashed Izzy into a tomb made up of breast and booty, with either of her three-foot-long strap-on dicks entering the big girls, both their eyes flashing while Izzy felt in curvature heaven!

SLORP!!!
SLORP!!!
SQUASH!!!
SQUASH!!!

“OH~” Rose let out. The sensation she felt in her ass was unreal. The sheer for only a Big Person could bring, the kissing and hugging of Izzy in her ass, and the raw thrill of all this coming from famous musicians made her wet within the first shaft thrust. 

“Feel good, honey? Not too big?” Tiffany asked, gently stroking Rose’s red face, her tone commanding but pleasant to the ear, pontificating her question with a few rapid-fire thrusts of her and Izzy’s hips. 
 
PLAP!!
PLAP!!
PLAP!!

“Perfect~” Rose cooed, biting her lower lip, almost catatonic, as all her worries pounded away. All that mattered at this moment was the three of them, and, allowing for nothing to hold her back, Rose began to unleash progressively longer, eggier, and hotter butt bombs to match each pounding:

BBBBBBBBRRRRRAAPPPPP!!!!!!!
PPPPPPPPPHHHHUUUULLLLLPPPPP!!!!!!
FFFFFFFFOOOOOOOOLLLLLLAAAAAAAALLLLTTT!!!!!!!!

“We got a gassy one, Tiff!” Izzy suddenly said, sticking her face out from Rose’s ass, waving the air around her face playfully, her eyes watering as the rotten-egg, methane-rich scent perforated into her lungs and stayed there. She was no stranger to the grosser elements of Big People. They turned her on, but unlike Zac, who was ultimately unbothered by it, she got a masochistic kick out of it. Izzy loved getting punished in grossed ways, like being the thin meat between two massive loaves of big girl bread or, as Tiffany soon added, the recipient of two farting Big Girls:

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Can’t be upstaged, now, can I~” Tiffany smiled, proudly owning up to the 18-second gas blast she let out, the odor a unique, fetid fusion of cheese and cabbage, earthy and oily on the way out and into one’s nose. The dual odors hit Izzy hard, eyes burning and lungs begging for fresh air, but it was also a massive turn-on. She had sexual energy to burn and was way ready to be the fart-sponge and sex toy to these gigantic women. 

“Oh, I’m-OH!!-IN-HEAVEN!!” Izzy squealed, her words slammed between the literal slamming of Tiffany’s breasts and Rose’s ass, her strap one railing into them like a double-sided jackhammer. At the same time, she reveled in her body getting crushed between the sweaty, pale flesh of her partners, only their farts to breathe. 

SQUASH!!!
BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRAAAAAAALLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!
SQUASH!!!
SSSSSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPHHHHHHAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPLLLLLLLTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“ALMOST THERE!” Rose squealed, on the cusp of orgasm already, her fluids and anal funk oozing out like faucets. 

“ME TOO!” Tiffany added, her voice suddenly full of life, her vocalization skill showing all the more as the threeway approached climax. She put all her power into it, throwing her hips back and practically pulverizing Izzy into Rose’s butt, putting one last, powerful thrust before Rose and her’s rumps exploded, alongside all party's pussies in climatic pleasure.

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!
SSSSSSSSSSSSSUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“W-wow!” Rose said, face red and head sweaty, her orgasm unleashing a 12-second stinkbomb that filled the room. Her eggy odor oozed out from the doorframe and window, making it look like, from an outside observer, like the room had been gassed, and, in a way, it was. 

“Not too shabby, huh sweetie? That ass of yours, like pounding into a pond of magic,” Tiffany smiled, her 15-second brap added to Rose’s fog, the earthy scent coming together to make an almost acidic atmosphere, one that left Izzy near-passed out, body practically tattooed to Rose’s ass, breath shallow and trying to stabilize after such an incredible climax. 

“Than-thank you both, that was incredible,” Rose said, positively glowing and glad the rockstars noticed her. 

“Damn right it was,” Tiffany smiled, looking down to her guitarist, face-planted into Rose’s rear, and, like peeling off a bandaid, pulled her out, expecting to find her knocked out. That was not the case, as Izzy’s eyes were wide open, her face curled into a broad smile, and the energy she expended moments ago was twice as strong now. 

“Wanna go again?!?” Izzy glowed, ready and willing to be pounded, and farted on into nothingness once again. 

“Sure, this time, I’m in the middle,” Rose declared the energy in the room infectious and, after such a mind-clearing fuck, her confidence at its peak. 

“Oh-ho! Love to see it, Rose!” Izzy smiled, hugging her butt for dear life, utterly enthralled by the stench, sweat, and softness of it. 

“Santiago wishes this girl swung his direction!” 

“He’s got his own problems to worry about, trust me,” Tiffany smiled, recalling when he got snapped up by the blonde. She had stuffed her underwear in his mouth and carried him off like it was nothing. He got picked by a forceful person, and she doubted he’d get out from under her without being run ragged first. 
…

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“MHUHH!!!” Santiago Slam, the drummer of Tushy Teets, found himself a partner right away and was suffering from success, his bearded face buried in the bronzed ass of none other than Katherine Goldhaus, the bombshell blonde-haired personal trainer. Katherine, shapely but chiseled, wore nothing but a fire-pattern tube top and a worn-out red g-string, or rather, did, as she had stuffed it in Santiago’s mouth, his nose being the one-stop receptacle for her incredible, room-shaking rump-blasts.

“Oh FUCK, that was good!” Katherine beamed, reveling in the twenty-second toot she tore down the drummer’s plump nose, her protein farts practically pounding into his skull, and she was not even close to done. 

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSLLLLLLLLUUUUUUUURRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPSSSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Eat it, bitch! Eat it!” She screamed, fingers fondling her clit, not interested in the famous drummer’s sexual process, only as a toy for her fetishistic kicks. He was not as willing a receptacle as he managed to pry Katherine off for just a moment and spit the underwear out, his tongue painted in her horrid anal flavors, shit, butt sweat, and worse.

“GAHHH!! Have you ever washed that thing?” Santiago said, his voice deep, bassy, and slightly shaken after he had pulled a vile piece of cloth from his mouth. 

“NOPE! The orgy g-string keeps stanky! Six months unwashed!” Katherine said with pride, looking down at her damp undergarments, grabbing them off the ground, and taking a deep whiff. She adored her stench, no matter how foul. 

“Oh, that’s hot~” Santiago admitted, a kinky pervert himself very much into the sheer absurdity of it. 

“I know~. Now get your face back in my ass,” Katherine said, slamming her ass back down on Santiago’s face, nose up her anus and tongue against her pussy, the perfect spot to unleash a monstrous, protein and rancid strawberry typhoon of a toot, rattling the bed from the concussive force, and utterly bulldozing the drummer into the mattress after its incredible 30 seconds in length. It would have knocked a lesser man out cold, but luckily, Katherine found a durable one and intended to keep things going for a long while~

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

…

“OH, Kennedy! I got your first course for tonight! All warmed up and ready to devour!” Francesca said, entering one of the guest rooms where sitting on either side of the bed was the eight foot eleven inch Mayor of Stonecloud, Kennedy Plump Jr., and her ten-foot two-inch assistant Maria Dable, on the other side, both their massive asses meeting in the middle, pressing into one another and covering the bedspread in its entirety. Francesca turned away from them with her entrance, pulled off her fur coat, and showed Zac, body mushed between her cheeks like a hotdog between pale, squalid buns, delivered as promised. 

“Excellent, Balabanov! Is he conscious?” Mayor Plump asked. Her attire was a mix of formal and evocative. Kennedy’s medicine ball-sized chest covered by an embroidered, salmon-pink tentacle patterned blazer, a stylish way to cover her nipples. Below that, all bets were off, with her twin bathtubs of blubber she called a butt near-exposed from the skimpy, strained garter belt she wore in place of pants. Her regality was still in effect, even with her orgy attire, her face long and proud, a strong nose resting above a pair of plump, salmon-pink lipsticked lips, and her piercing purple eyes looking intently at her friend and political benefactor Francesca. The wealthy hostess just shrugged at her question. 

“Oh, I doubt even my fragrant fumes could put him under. He practically lives in the rear end of every unwashed slob that enters his orbit,” Francesca said, unsealing a bit of her lingering contempt for the man’s company, feeling it safe to say with his ears sunction-cuped to her fatty inner-ass meat. 

“Just the man we're looking for then! Pop him out!” The Mayor commanded, lurching off the bed, hands on her hips, ready to receive him properly as Francesca pulled out her thong and, digging around her ass, pulled Zac out with a sound dissimilar to removing a melted piece of candy off a hot surface. 

SLORP!!!

“Zac? Darling, you enjoy yourself? I know I did,” Francesca cooed, holding the smaller man by the collar of his swimsuit. His penguin mask was misaligned and pressed to the side of his face, but he was conscious and looked at the larger, richer woman, extremely annoyed at what transpired. 

“...Yeah,” Zac groaned, his eyes downcast and his tone annoyed. He was mentally kicking himself for getting caught so easily, but he was too passive and apathetic to make much of a fuss over it, willing to play this out despite everything. 

“Lovely~ Now, I want you to meet-” She began to say, twirling Zac around to face the pair behind him, only for the smaller man to suddenly show interest once he realized who Frannie had brought him to. 

“-The mayor and, uh, Maria, hi!” Zac said, awkwardly waving at not just the foremost political figure of the event but also the girl he shared a rather intimate moment with at Rose’s shop a few months back. Maria, the red-headed Latina, dressed more modestly than many of the guests, but not by much. Her love of colors came with some unique choices of fashion, wearing a cyan collared crop top, the front unbuttoned to let her relatively modest bust free to breathe, her chubby gut exposed and pressed deeply between a pair of white suspender shorts, the straps having a rainbow pattern and numerous nerdy anime buttons. With soft brown eyes, gentle lips, and sharp eyebrows, Maria looked at Zac, blushed, and gave her own little wave at the slim man. 

“H-hey Zac, good to see you,” Maria said, voice smooth and buttery on Zac’s ears, putting him at ease in an awkward scenario. 

“Now, I best leave you all to it! I have my own meals to devour, particularly a Melancholy-flavored morsel I hope to find lacking Inferno stench, ta-ta!” Francesca said, dropping Zac onto the floor, the man collapsing into his knees, before quickly leaving the room. Only the mayor, her assistant, and the small man remained, a deafening silence left behind with Francesca’s departure. 

“So-so, hi,” Zac squeaked, looking at Maria, who awkwardly smiled back and tried not to look at the mayor, whose face sheened with confidence and political punch one could find in a sleazy career politician. 

“Hello, Mr. Shore. You have been a difficult man to find, you know that?” Kennedy said, walking over to Zac and grabbing him by the shoulder. She hoisted him back to his feet, him staring right into her gut while she kept her eyes affixed right down at him, not breaking her smile. 

“I mean, I have not even been here an hour,” Zac snarked, taking a few steps back to look the Big Girl in the eyes. 

“I mean professionally, kid. The book deal we offered? Remember that?” Kennedy said pointedly. Zac, through Francesca, had been offered to write a tourist guide for the city of Stone Cloud but, even after months to think about it, had yet to declare his interest, and now, it would seem, the Mayor was ready to press the issue. 

“Well, I am still mulling it over,” Zac said sincerely, truly at odds with whether he wanted to take the contract. He had a lot of conflicting reasons to do so or not, but he had a feeling he would be making up his mind in short order here. 

“Well, we were hoping, if you would have us-”  Maria started, getting off the bed and standing beside her boss, turning herself just enough to the side to show off her man-eating ass, grabbing a fistful of the blubber and wobbling it around. 

“-persuade you to write my book with a little ‘threeway’ debate of ideas~” Kennedy continued, grabbing at her chest, a hand on each pillow-sized boob, and jiggling them, the messaging all to clear even to someone so unenthusiastic like Zac, who, presented with two beautiful, shapely Big Girls, found himself just energetic enough to give in to the idea. 

“I mean, I am willing to a spirited three-way debate on the subject, as long as I’m here anyway, right?” Zac said, grabbing his swimsuit from the back and yanking it off, placing his penguin mask right back on, his relatively impressive, 5-inch flaccid cock exposed to the winds. 

“I thought you might!~ Now Maria, why don’t you start us off with an opening argument while I prepare the bed for the real debate,” Kennedy smiled, strolling over to the closest, like every other bedroom in his penthouse, stuffed with sex toys and began rummaging about, leaving Maria, her red-headed bombshell of an assistant, to take Zac gently by the hand, face blushing but intentions clear, and place him the chair in the corner, his small frame practically sinking into the upholstery. Zac was not focused on that right now, attention set on Maria, her back turned, and white-suspender short glad ass pointed right at him. 

“Zac, take a deep breath,” Maria said, taking single slow steps backward, allowing Zac to drink in the sheer size difference at play, each ass cheek as big as his entire body, her every motion making her mass wobble. Zac felt like he was watching the face of heaven come down to kiss him, and, somehow, it felt even better when it came crashing down onto him. 

SQUASH!!!!

Maria’s ass consumed the seat, her short-glad ass molding into all available space the chair provided, soft flesh vacuum-sealing Zac between her ass cheeks, barely leaving his head exposed as Maria swallowed the rest of him whole with her butt fat alone. Zac, already having some interest in her from their prior encounter, was immediately smitten, his eyes transfixed on her, his nostrils taking in sickeningly sweet mint-candy perfume and a subtle undertone of butt-BO like it was life-giving air. He was putty in her hands (or ass) and was in the perfect position to be negotiated with (and on). 

“Zac, this job will change your life! You’ll get 80 dollars an hour. That’s gotta be at least 50 dollars more than your current income,” Maria began, gently flexing her butt and moving back and forth in the seat, kneading the man she was attempting to convince between her butt, only the fabric of her pants keeping him from sinking deeper in. 

“Y-yeah, Even more, that’d be good,” Zac moaned. What he was referring to, the money or the kneading into Maria’s ass was unclear. He got lost between the physical thrills and persuasive opening to their argument, that amount of money, even for a short-term basis, would be lifechanging, as was the sudden clap of Maria’s ass, twerking up against the chair with Zac still stuck between her bouncing booty blubber. 

SQUASH!!!! SQUASH!!!! SQUASH!!!!

“You’ll be paid, not just to write, but to go around town! Explore! See all the local hot spots and businesses! Many local talents are bidding to get pages dedicated to them, and you’ll reap the benefits! We will even offer a car, credit card, and office space in the mayor’s office to work,” Maria said, halting her booty bouncing for a moment so Zac could hear and digest her words without fat clapping against him. Zac had gotten thrashed, his hair messy, his penguin mask down onto his chin and barely hanging on, and his body coated in his and her sweat, and he loved it. Loving it a bit too much, Maria was just as much trying to convince him logically as well as sexually, so, with a hard slam of her ass down onto the chair, Zac’s body got swiftly smashed between her cheeks, like being smushed between two boulders of fabric-contained jello, and brought back to his senses. 

SQUASH!!!!

“R-really?? Even an office?” Zac moaned, the words finally getting through his head. He was being presented, to many writers, a dream gig. High pay and lots of benefits- what more could he want? Simple: not to hurt one of his best friend’s feelings that was employing him. 

“You know it, kid! Right on the other side of mine and in the same room as Maria’s, and trust me, we will have plenty more three-way discussions on the book's progress, assuming you're interested?” The mayor suddenly cut in, a series of robes affixed to the bed behind her, the “debate” table all set up and ready to help her assistant with the hard sell. 

“It-it all sounds too good to be true, an-and I work at my friend's store. It feels wrong to cut and run, you know?” Zac admitted. It was one of the main reasons he was so hesitant in the first place. He doubted Rose would break their friendship over it, but the idea that she could make his stomach drop. 

BBBBBBBRRUUUUUUPPPPPHHHHTTTTTTT!!!!

“Sorry!” Maria blurted out, her stomach dropping something with the short, 5-second toot into Zac’s contemplative face. The odor was intense, a sulfuric dragon’s breath of jalapenos and cheese stinging his eyes and sticking to the back of his throat. Maria had rancid gas when he first caught a whiff in the bookstore. It was clear to the smaller man now that was the norm with her. That fact was another reason for him to like her. 

“A-actually, I’m, ahem, into it,” Zac admitted, face blushing and eyes darting around. He was not one to admit it, at least not to someone he’s barely interacted with, but Zac was here to be fucked, and found the false modesty he might have put up a bit pointless now. It was bold either way, but it earned him a suddenly very interested look from both Maria and Kennedy, who looked to the other briefly, nodding, before returning their lustful gazes to him. 

“Oh really?~” Maria smiled, clenching her butt around him, forcing Zac to look straight forward, the wobbling and vibrations of her inner-ass and colon moving up his spine and into the back of his skull before she let out not a toot but a full-blown ass-blast of 12 seconds in length right at him.

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Zac, an apathetic man, was not one to put stock in immediate reward for hasty action. It was the admittance of his fart fetish that suddenly shook that philosophy of his entire demure. The sensation of Maria’s ass, wobbly and like being hugged by a pillowy vice, forcing over ten seconds of raw, eye-watering, taste-bud-staining gas right down his throat, his entire sensory system consumed by her odor, made him fully erect by the first few seconds!

 Zac’s face was red, both from gas-based breathing and overstimulation. He was getting his world rocked, all the while an equally beautiful, older politician, hand on her knee, large hand cupping his chin, continued to get him to work for her. 

“How’s that smell, Zac? Is the scent of success finally hitting you? Well, get a whiff of this: If you and that friend of yours are close, it would not matter if you still worked under them. Your friendship can survive it, especially when she sees that you get to work under me!” The mayor argued.
 Zac saw the wisdom in her words. Rose was a great friend and a better person. She would no doubt approve of him moving up in the world, even if it meant leaving her employ, right? It was in his best interests economically, socially, and sexually to say yes, so why not at least bring it up to Rose to make sure it was okay?

“I-I suppose! She’s here; in fact, I can talk to her about it and, ah, have an answer for you both before the orgy’s end?” Zac relented, earning an approving nod from the mayor and a smile from Maria. They had him; all it would take was one more conversation, and he was theirs. 

“That’s the kind of initiative I like to hear in my future employees! Now, Maria, be a dear and strap him to the bed. It's Momma Mayor’s turn~” Kennedy smiled, moving her bulk away from the bed to reveal what she did: on each side of the bed, attached down to the legs of the bedframe, were tight fabric restraints, ready and waiting to keep Zac held down for fun to come. 

“Right away!” Maria smiled, full of energy as, without even a notion of discomfort, she ripped herself off the chair, Zac’s body firmly lodged between her butt, and opening up her cheeks, plopped Zac right down onto the bed.

SLORP!!!

Zac could scarcely believe how things were going so fast. He had imagined this evening going like his usual sex life: Edda or Katherine grabbing him, sticking him up their butts, and that being that. At most, Jesse or Francesca might have made a pass at him, Zac imagined. Yet here he was, a red-headed Latina bombshell binding him by the wrists while the mayor bit her knuckle, looking at his erect cock as it hung up in the air, waiting to plow him into nothingness. To make it all even better, He still wore his penguin mask. 

“Now, Mr.Shore, the safe word is ‘Argentia,’~” The mayor declared, crawling onto the edge of the bed, the entire mattress lurching downward with the addition of her incredible weight. Zac felt like a piece of driftwood lost in the middle of a storm, the churning of the springy material under him with each of the Mayor’s steps, and the sheer awe of her ass, an ebony tidal wave of squalid flesh, crashing down onto him, and swallowing him into her derriere depths, was awe-inspiring. 
SQQQQUAAASHHH!!!!

In an instant, Mayor Plump smashed Zac’s entire upper body under a third of her ass. He had been on the ass-end of MANY asses in his time, and everyone was a little different, Zac thought at least. Edda’s and Rose’s were shockingly inviting if rancid (the difference being their unique types of grossness), Katherine’s was hungry and swift to punish, Tess’ squalid and clingy, and Maria’s playful and energetic. Kennedy’s? Smothering and sense-depriving. 

The mayor had Zac pinned, his face smashed right between the meaty pussy and man-eater anus, his arms and chest wholly stuck under her cheeks, his bindings keeping him from being sucked in, but the weight was unreal. Zac was an expert at adapting to the monstrous mass of Big People by matching his breathing cadence with those squashing him, but Kennedy’s was oddly difficult to match. Her breath was hard to detect under her near-soundproof bulk, leaving him uneasy. He was here to fuck, though, so the only option he could think to ease his mind was simple: Eat ass. 

Zac tightened his lips, curling his tongue around the corners, and, like a spear, struck true right into Kennedy’s dark butthole, a taste of dry excrement and, oddly, burnt marshmallows being the flavor that greeted him. The taste made him retch at first, but Zac kept at it, his spirit still all too willing, and, for each sharp strike of his tongue into the abyss of Kennedy’s bum, she decided to reward him an 8 and 12-second long clap of gas right into his mouth: 

BBBBBUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!
PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Zac thrashed, his entire body heaving like a balloon filled with the mayor’s meaty stink. A flavor of air-fried marshmallows, sun-dried shit, and raw sewage ripped down his throat and swelled in his stomach. The mayor’s farts were dry, a dry heat that sucked the wetness from Zac’s mouth and body and, as his already sweaty face began to drip buckets, forced him to lap into her pussy, hoping to reclaim precious moisture. 

“Oh fuck! Those two may have slipped, but that reaction was worth it! Feel free to have a little fun yourself, Maria. His face is enough for me,” Kennedy smiled, having accidentally gassed Zac as a result of his ass eating, but all the better for it as he jumped between pleasuring both orifices with a skill she’d hoped her aids would give when pinned under her. She was not a greedy lover, though, and saw her assistant standing in the corner, hands to her crotch, and offered Zac’s lower body, unexposed and trapped, for Maria to pleasure herself with.

“Sure~” Maria smiled, eying Zac’s cock with horny hunger, undoing her suspenders, kicking the tortured trousers away, her naked ass turned to Zac’s 8-inch erection, and, like a hammer, brought it down right on the proverbial nail. His entire body lurched forward from the impact, slamming his face right into the mayor’s anus, causing the mayor, all inhibitions loose, to let out a short but sizzling shart right into his face.  

SSSSSSSAAAPPHFFFFFFFFAAAAAAAAARRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!

“Working under me involves a whole lot of this! Get used to it! It is one hell of a perk!” The mayor hollered, clapping her ass against Zac’s body, his face still stuck against her asshole, raring to go at unleashing her gas into a willing partner. Most of her aids and partners put up with it or actively went out of their way to prevent exposure (using nose plugs), but Zac was a rare breed. He wanted it, and it was her civic duty as mayor to give it to him. 

SSSSSSSSSSSSSLLLLLLLLRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!

Another sloppy one. A twelve-second slap of sulfuric funk right into Zac’s face. It was like being kissed by a star, gaseous and burning. Even the wet farts were dehydrating an excreted bog that burned away his sweat and left him drenched. Zac was in hell, but it felt like heaven. He was not the only one as, mounted on his lower body, blowing away, practically climbing the staircase to infinity with each slam of her ass onto his cock. 

PLAP!!
PLAPP!!!!
PLAAAPPP!!!

“How’s the dick, Maria? As advertised?” Kennedy asked, looking back at her assistant, her ordinarily stoic face broken into raw sexual ecstasy. It was an evocative sight. She just might make a pass at Maria when everything is said and done. 

PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“M-more!” Maria bellowed, her meteoric, 18-second brap nothing but a booster to her thrills. The fart rocketed right against Zac’s dick, a wave of pressurized warmth that, literally surrounding his member, made him almost climax, barely holding back the geyser. He was, for the first time in a while, being overwhelmed. He was not used to being double-teamed like this. It was scary. It was confusing. It was thrilling! 

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRBBBBBBRRRRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!

“I might have to switch with you after all, hehe!” Kennedy laughed, letting loose a shart to rival her assistant's fart. She wanted Zac. Francesca met every benchmark she set for scouting a ghost author and then some. He even got the wild side out of Maria. Kennedy could picture it now: a year or more of this twink buried under her ass, turning her agenda into hidden gold through words. She had a lot of other candidates, but Francesca spent a bit too much on her campaigns and charities not to get the first bid. Mayor Plump had a lot of plans for Zac, and this was just the start. That was for the future, though, and for however long she and Maria could last, they’d utterly drown Zac in a dual-dynamo of derriere that, once over, would leave him stained in stank for days to come. 

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FFFFFFFFRRRRRRSSSSSSAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!
SSSSSSSSSSSSSLLLLLLLLLLUUUUUUUUURRRRRPPPHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
BBBRRRRAAAAABBBBRRRRRRSSSSSSLLLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!
…

KNOCK! KNOCK!! KNOCK!!!

“Terri! Are you done in there? I am free for our ‘discussion’!” Francesca said, knocking at the door where the Melancholys and Tess Inferno had gone in a half-an-hour ago. She was getting anxious; everyone was hooking up except her, and she refused to get upstaged at her party. It was a good thing Terri, dressed (if slightly disheveled), exited the room right away, closing the door behind her, a shorter, green-haired girl, drenched and covered in shit stains, hugging her pale thigh like a teddy bear. 

“Indeed I am! I just had the most lovely spot of oral from this little stowaway! That Tess had her hidden in her rear for months, if you can believe it! Say hello, cutie~!” Terri smiled, pinching Kat’s cheek with condescending affection. The two had a lot of fun in the short time they were together, so much so the smallest Inferno felt compelled to follow her lead and answer. 

“Uh, hi, big hot lady, I’m Kat Inferno,” Kat squeaked, looking up at Francesca, a pale star dressed in fine jewelry and lingerie, and blushed. Even after getting her world rocked by Terri, she still had a lot of pent-up sexual energy and, consequently, bashfulness by anyone who looked even slightly good to her. 

“Oh, the youngest of the Infernos! Artemis mentioned once or twice you were trying to join the gang! Walking in your mother’s footsteps, hm? Normally, I would have you tossed out for not being invited, but I can make an exception for you! The dining room is right behind us, and a washroom is just further down the hall. Get clean, and acquire some food, drink, and wristbands if you plan to participate further! Consider yourself a part of this orgy if you so choose!” Francesca smiled, gesturing to either side of her and putting on as many niceties as possible. 

“Uh, thanks. I think I need to talk with Aunty Artemis first. Be seeing ya!” Kat said, walking past the two mini-giantess, who both watched her intently, eyes locked on her bubble-butt, drinking in each clap like it was delicate nectar. 

“Oh, what a lovely rear on her~ Another Inferno is always a plus,” Francesca grinned, taking the intruder with stride due to her family name and curves. She might even have a taste of that ass later (once cleaned). 

“Indeed~ She is just the most divine sub I’ve had in a while, feisty but eager to submit. I might try to keep her if her aunts are willing to part with her for a few years. That can wait, business pleasure before, well, pleasure pleasure, right?” Terri smiled, taking a few bold steps forward, and, grabbing Francesca by the small of her back, rested her chin against the larger mogul’s mammaries, fluttering her gothic eyes with sexual vigor. 

“No truer words, my umbral beautiful~ My husband should be peeling himself out of Ms. Mayne’s grasp now, assuming he got my text, but let's get started without him. The next room over is free!” Francesca said, holding out her phone and looking down at the text she had sent Cooper a few minutes prior. She opened the adjacent room and dragged Terri in with her, leaving the door slightly ajar for Cooper to find. 

The two women whispered to the other in devilish tones, topics of titillation and torment twisting in their talk. It would be a solid ten minutes before Cooper appeared, knocking on the slightly open door and swiftly entering and closing it behind him, dripping from top to bottom in Edda drool and sweat but no worse for wear. 

“Here! I am here, Mistress! Sorry, Edda was a bit clingy, let's call it. I had to use the bathroom excuse, but…WOW, WHAT DID I MISS?!” Cooper said, rubbing his head anxiously before seeing what was happening. He hated to displease his wife, and, as much fun as it was to be Edda’s first pick, Francesca came first. Always. 
His obedience was always rewarded, like now, when he got an incredible view of his wife, naked as the day she was born, pale ass pointed towards him, on top of Terri, similarly naked and ass pointed his way, making out, both stopping with his approach. 

“Oh-MHAW!! THERE’s my husband! And only ten minutes late! I am sorry, love, but me and Terri here had to start without you,” Francesca said between kissing Terri, a trail of saliva parting from their lips, a peppering of dark lipstick of near pointillism proportions painted across her neck, cheeks, and face. 

“We wanted to discuss how to punish you, but things got steamy when the intimate details came up,” Terri added, grabbing Francesca’s neck in a hug and licking her lips toward Cooper. The man in question, his bulge burrowing out from his underwear, was already aroused. He was a sub through and through, and two massive women, powerful and beautiful women, were ready and eager to punish him for being dommed by someone else? The orgy had just started, and Cooper was having the time of his life!

“H-How are you going to punish me, mistress? Am I gonna be kept in the fart box for the entire orgy? Passed around for everyone to enjoy??” Cooper proposed a personal favorite punishment for Francesca to use on him. The last time Francesca invoked it, she gave Cooper (locked into the fart box) to the Morning Thunders to use for their monthly meetup! He stank of unwashed leather pants and biker ass for a month afterward. 

“Oh, so eager! No, nothing so public. Appearances are important for this orgy, and I prefer your subservience kept behind closed doors. Instead, you get to help me fornicate with Terri here while we talk business, in the most DIRECT way possible,” Francesca said, untangling Terri’s arms from her neck and approaching the closest of sex toys all these rooms got endowed with. She had put all the sex enhancers in them herself. She had no trouble retrieving an odd contraption from the way back: a big girl scale strap-on, but, instead of just being a pair of panties with a plastic dick extending out from the front, it had overall-like straps, and a massive, six and a half foot long hollow phallus, the head of which was wide open and the exposed sides having a series of fabric bindings and restraints. 

“The prototype? Is it ready?” Cooper said, mouth agape as he looked at the bizarre sex toy. Francesca had begun tinkering with custom sex toys for her and Cooper to use. The prototype in question was one they discussed and conceived a year ago, but the submissive husband had hardly thought about it after his wife pawned it off to one of her company's product design teams. 

“The girls in R&D finished the test models by the skin of their teeth, this party is a trial run, you might call it, for a lot of their special toys. You are the lucky little gender-fluid fucktoy who gets to try this baby in the first real-world scenario! Now lie down on the bed (ideally in my derriere indent), and let momma strap you in~” Francesca commanded, pointing to where she was just sitting, a noticeable, damp butt groove pressed into the material which Cooper, without a hint of hesitation, jumped right onto indentation. 

“Yes, Ma’am!” Cooper grinned, his cock barely restrained by his undergarments at this point, near-ripping through the slight fabric. Francesca wasted no time from there, rolling her husband into the exposed midsection of the odd strap-on, and, from there, began to bind Cooper into the center, his body practically suspended between the outer and inner plastic, with his head erected outright from the opening in the center. He had become the backbone and point of the phallus.

“Oh, what a lovely contraption! It seems you want to muscle in on my territory, hm?” Terri smiled, lurching up and scanning the device closely. For almost a decade, Francesca and her had been rivals in the Big Girl apparel market, but both kept a healthy distance from the other regarding their product strengths. Francesca’s subsidiaries were better at more generalized and durable clothing, with Mistress Melancholy focused on more specialized items, famously sex toys and undergarments. 

“Healthy and sexy competition made us fast friends with benefits, remember? If it makes you feel better, the ones I am designing are far more… Extreme than the usual lingerie and gimp suits you peddle,” Francesca countered, hoisting Cooper, imprisoned in the device, guided the underwear portion through her meaty thighs and ass and strapped the suspenders on, slowly but with precision. After a minute of preparation, the primary function became obvious to Terri now: The strap-on, only meant for the size and strength of a Big Girl, could make a regular-sized person a living, human-sized phallus to fuck other big people with. 

“A strap-on using a person as the phallus, color me impressed! Does it hurt, darling?” Terri asked, looking to Cooper, his head sticking right out from the center of his, for lack of a better word, dick prison. He was smiling ear to ear. His dick, while hidden, was fully erect now and stuck up against his belly button. 

“Not at all! It’s like being wrapped in a tight sleeping bag!” Cooper smiled. The bindings were made of a flexible but tight fabric blend, soft on the flesh but challenging to break. Francesca, on the other hand, looked less enthused. She lurched forward, putting her hands on her back to support herself. The odd angle, having an entire person’s weight right on the crotch, even with the suspenders for extra leverage, put pressure on her back, but she was still wet and ready despite the pain. 

“We are still fine-tuning the strain on the back. I think the next model will likely be closer to a harness in design. It shouldn’t be much of a problem if I lean forward. Terri dear, shall we begin this business meeting?” Francesca said, the gothic counterpart wordlessly getting on her knees, opening her ass, and exposing her pale, slightly hairy butthole, ready to receive a phallus almost as giant as her femboy brother’s! 

“Let's ~” Terri cooed, upper lip bit, waiting in anticipation for Francesca to shove Cooper’s entire body up her ass. Francesca, eager to try out her newest mad creation, took the lead immediately, her back pain be damned, and thrust her entire body weight forward, slamming the whole man-phallus right into Terri’s tushie, gliding through the sweaty, pale fat and arriving right into her anus. Cooper was submerged in the stanky, ghastly insides, the pressure surrounding him was unreal, but his lust put all the work in, lapping around with his tongue like a dog, eating ass while being used to pleasure the very same orifice by his wife. It was unreal, equal parts submissive and proactive, and Terri was gassy to make it all the better.
SLORP!!!
PLAP!
PLAP!
PLAP!
PLAP!
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“So-OH, keep that pace, Francesca. What business are we to discuss at this time? Another collaborative collection? Another buy-out of the up-and-comers? A politician we should buy?” Terri asked with shocking clarity for someone getting a literal human-sized phallus rammed into her ass. They monopolized the Big Person apparel market and tried to squash or limit anyone from making it big through their combined resources. Terri loved this feeling as well. Her brother, Anton, has a giant dick, bigger than the strap-on, but only in length, the girth was not there. If Anton’s dick was a weapon, it was a rapier, and, by comparison, the Cooper strap-on was a broadsword. The thrusts were slow but heavy, filling in a way she had never felt in all her time.

“A bit of all three and none at the same time!” Francesca said, putting up some cryptic theatrics on a fairly basic question. She had intended to elaborate further, pulling Cooper out of Terri’s ass so that everyone could hear the topic with a clear head. Still eager as ever, the man-dick decided to chime in where, unfortunately, it was not welcome. 

“GAH!!! Mistress has a master plan; she needs help-” Cooper started to say before, angered at her moment stolen; Francesca thrust Cooper back into Terri’s ass. HARD. He shot straight into the anus, the sudden insertion earning him a faceful of a twenty-second, earthy, rotten onion-flavored oil-slick of shart that stung his eyes and contaminated his mouth. 

SLORP!!!
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRUUUUUULLLLLLPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTPPPPPPHHHHTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“MISTRESS IS TALKING, COOPER!! But they’re right. I have a plan, my magnum opus, I dare say, and our united assets can make the first steps possible,” Francesca continued, twirling Cooper around inside Terri as she let the idea stew in her massive lover’s head. 

“Color me intrigued! Go on, get deeper into it, both the topic and my bumhole,” Terri giggled, wiggling her rear, wanting to feel Cooper go as deep as possible. Francesca was more than happy to, putting strong, methodical thrusts into the gaping gothic anus of her lover, giving Cooper plenty of time to realize his error as he was inserted in and out and forced to eat every paint-peeling poot Terri ripped out in response to the pleasure!

SLORP!!!
PLAP!! PLAPP!!
PLAAAPPP!!!!
BBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRAAAAAPPPPP!!!!
PPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRUUUUPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!
SSSSSSSSSSSSLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPLLLLTTTTTTTT!!!!!!

“I want to shift the culture of Stonecloud towards even more Big Person-centric social and political narratives. We have had it hammered into us to act small and keep normal when we are all anything but! We all stand tall and strong and deserve to feel like it!” Francesca began. She was a compelling orator who knew it best to start with a simple summary of her scheme. 

The rich-bitch spoke from the heart. Throughout Francesca’s life, her parents, colleagues, and all the other regular-sized people made her act smaller, weaker, and lesser than she felt, just to fit in better to appeal to the shareholders and politicians. Francesca hated it. She was a Big Person. She was born to be the biggest thing in any given space and admired as such. Why pretend otherwise? 

“Hmm, why do I get the impression the ‘we’ is more of an ‘I” in all this,” Terri said, able to cut right through Francesca’s real meaning. Terri, in a lot of ways, was Francesca’s counter. They were both kinky, domme-mommy capitalists, but Terri did not like to pretend she was anything but that. Francesca needed to feel superior, the center of attention, anything that made her feel wanted and strong. Terri figured that out a long time ago. It made negotiating and outmaneuvering her easier, but Francesca was always creative and challenging to predict long-term.

“I have a plan to make it so the Big People are on top here and, in the long term, everywhere, but I lack the resources and reach to pull it off in the time-frame I laid out. That is where you come in,” She continued, putting another powerful thrust forward, Cooper’s open mouth practically suction cupped to Terri’s anus, ready to eat another 16-second room-clearer she had ready and waiting. 

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“What are we talking? Donations? Influencer campaigns? The works?” 

“Precisely, my mastermind of a Melancholy you! We start small, slowly making the idea of Big People being on top more acceptable and vocal. We do some well-placed meming to make small people squashing and Big Person relationships more popular and fanciful. Then we elevate a few particular couples on social media with similar dynamics (like Tushy Teets and other guests here tonight) to sell it as both sexy and good and get the Mayor and her inner circle to bring in policy reforms that reflect the sudden new craze! Before you know it, it will be considered impolite NOT to sit on a smaller person on the bus if you need a seat! It will be seen as morally right to keep your loved ones in your undergarments, law enforcement will use their fat to squash crime, and breathing in farts will become the new health craze everyone has to try!!” Francesca said, voice getting more manic with each sentence. Terri was a bit stunned. Francesca wanted this. No. She needed this. Terri admires passion but finds the success rate to be very slim. 

“Seems like a pipe dream, Francesca, darling. We are some powerful women, but this is a generational problem. Can we reinvent an entire social norm and instill such radical ways of thinking so quickly?” Terri asked plainly and without hyperbole. She hoped Francesca did not pitch this idea with just a concept of a plan to show her. The sex was good, but Terri would rather not waste her time if this was it. 

“Half the work is already done. Stonecloud stands as a beacon for big people. The population has doubled in half a decade, and our infrastructure reflects it! Kennedy’s bombastic, hedonistic image is more popular than ever, and nearly every person of power surrounding her is a Big Person (by design)! She and her lovely subordinate are treating one of our future fronts of this plan to a mind-blowing three-way (with her assistant) as we speak!” Francesca continued, getting into the Tête-à-tête they were probably engaged in while engaging in anal sex, her husband, utterly consumed in derriere darkness, covered in anal slime and eating entire gas tanks worth of farts from Terri’s busy butthole. The flavor of rotten onions, flat champagne, and sulfuric slime stained his tongue, throat, and teeth so profoundly that he was already beginning to doubt he could get the taste out when this was all over. 

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SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“The twink, right? In the penguin mask?” Terri asked, recalling the odd character Francesca referred to. 

“Zac Shore is his name, remember it. He will write not just a book by next year but also the backbone of our narrative: that Stonecloud has Big Girls, Boys, and People on top. The rest right under us, living only to serve,” Francesca said, utterly confident Zac would fall in line after the Mayor and Maria got done with him. 

She had planned to bribe him, but after getting word that Maria, a girl just Zac’s type, started to frequent Rose’s bookstore, she decided to gamble that, in addition to Kennedy, a sexual tryst tonight and the hard sell of the benefits he’d receive would get Zac on board. The fact that the massive mayor had not called her yet to confirm a failure means it was going well, at least for now. 

“This is all sounding like you are spending too much time scheming with that pet biker gang of yours,” Terri pointed out again. It was apparent The Morning Thunders' entire manifesto dripped from Francesca’s words (with some more misandrist edicts either held back or ignored). 

“I have always felt this way, Terri. I’m just smart enough not to make my entire personality about it. That’s why I made them the perfect stick. They are so lost in their ideological sauce that they’ll do whatever I say to meet our mutual agenda, but now I need your help with the carrot part. A lot palms need to be greased for this to work, and the gang has enough influence to make certain any hiccups get squashed under ass and gut before they get the chance to get out, promise~!” Francesca continued. She was satisfied with Cooper’s penance as a fart muffler and, with a solid thrust, removed him from Terri’s tushy, who quickly gasped for fresh air. The entire phallus stained a dark green from the rectal goo and shit. 

SLORP!!!

“GAH!!! SO! What do you think?” Cooper said, hearing the gist of what was being discussed, even from his confines. He was not shaken or winded by being a living ass toy at all and was a stone's throw away from cumming! He loved the torment, the authority, everything about all of this. Copper was Francesca’s ideal partner, proving it with his subservience, masochism, and enthusiasm. 

“...I like the taste of it, but I fail to see the profit in it for me,” Terri said plainly. The idea was exciting, but Terri was a businesswoman and needed a promised return even to consider investing. 

“The Strap-Man-On (Patent pending) is the profit! You specialize in the deviant side of our industry, and what I am proposing will make everything you sell mainstream! Fashion, sex toys, books, and other accessories will rise when our new narrative hits off! It will be a slower burn investment, but I promise, in a year, you will see returns twice over as the top seller of Big Person sex toys!” Francesca pitched, arms out wide, the Strap-Man-On catching the light, Cooper’s smiling, shit-soaked face looking toward Terri in anticipation. It was all so absurd, so much of a long shot, yet Terri felt compelled. 

“Hmm. Sell me the rights to this gadget and the rest of your little devices for this future (on the bottom dollar to me) and finish what you started here, and then we'll have a deal!”

“REALLY??” 
“REALLY??” Francesca and Cooper said in unison, excited but shocked Terri had agreed so readily. They had many other arguments and ways to win her over prepped. 

“What can I say? I love a girl with vision! The idea of guys, gals, and non-binary pals of shorter stature being at the bottom of the pecking order, even if only here, is also a titillating notion. I am positively wet at the prospect! So, let’s seal the deal, shall we?” The gothic mini-giantess grinned, winking both her eye and hairy anus, ready to receive the first part of their deal. 

“Lets!” Francesca said, practically lunging at Terri, letting her husband get swallowed back into the sloppy ass of the massive Melancholy. The deal sealed here was the beginning of something incredible. Something paradigm shifting. Something evil. It was almost comical and fitting that, to confirm this dark alliance, did Francesca pound Terri’s ass with her literal six-foot-tall husband, an overpowering odious orchestra of flatulence added to the moment as they all climbed to their climaxes.
PLAP!”
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 It was only the first hour of the event, and many more deals, farts, revelations, and orgasms were still yet to be had!

PART 2

“He has been in the bathroom for, fucking, an HOUR! You think he is okay?” Edda Mayne, the sharpest dressed slob at Francesca Balabanov’s orgy, was sulking. She had started the night off strong, kissing one of her crushes, Cooper Biron, but was on her own, waiting for him to return, sipping on oyster shots as she sulked in self-denial. She was not alone; however, sitting next to her in the middle of the dining room, a beer-stine of champagne in hand was Artemis Inferno. 
The twelve-foot-tall, brick shithouse boss biker of the Morning Thunders, her incredible curves, was Edda’s unlikely confidant, her dark-skinned body near-exposed with her black mesh full bodysuit and crop-top leather jacket. She listened to Edda’s woes and weighed in with a stiff sip of her drink. 

“Frannie’s hubbie? He ditched you, bitch.” 

“Dammit! I barely even got to French kiss him…” Edda pouted, taking her sixth oyster shot to numb the pain. 

“Maybe don’t dress like you're going to a job interview at the next orgy. You look good, but not, like, guilt-free sex good,” Artemis suggested, glancing at Edda’s odd choice of orgy attire (a polka-dot blouse and double-breasted overcoat) more than once when she sat down. 

“...Who are you again?” Edda asked, suddenly cognizant that the person she had been talking to was a stranger.

“Just an old biker looking to get laid. You interesting?” Artemis asked, sipping her bottle’s worth of champagne and sending a sultry wink toward Edda. 

“I’m straight,” Edda said, pulling up her sleeve to reveal that she had blue, orange, and white (straight, top and dom) wristbands underneath. 

“Damn. Consider short sleeves next time, too; it could have saved us a bit of time. Well, since I’m here, here is my card,” Artemis said, pulling out a black business card from her jacket pocket and handing it to Edda. The blue-haired big girl eyed the card curiously, and it read: “Artemis Z. Inferno, Founder and President of The Morning Thunders Founding Chapter.” 

“Morning Thunders?” Edda asked, knowing the name of the infamous biker gang at least, recalling their recruitment drives at Stone Cloud University and horror stories from their hazing of smaller, regular-sized hopefuls. 

“We are always recruiting and gonna need some extra muscle soon. Hit me up if you-” Artemis began to pitch, only to be overtaken by the sharp, shrill voice of her 6-foot-tall niece, Kat Inferno, stomping over to the two Big Girls, her green hair still dripping with sweat and her anime t-shirt and ill-fit booty shorts hastily put on for this confrontation. 

“-Aunty Artemis!” Kat yelled, Artemis’ stoic expression getting a sharp shade of surprise at her niece’s arrival. 

“Oh shit! Did Tess bring you to this shit, Kitty??” Artemis asked, genuinely shocked Tess would bring Kat to this event, especially with Francesca’s strict “no plus-ones” rule for the evening. 

“No! Yes! I have been up here but for MONTHS!!!! SHE FORGOT ABOUT ME TILL A MASSIVE COCK WAS ABOUT TO DICK HER!!” Kat yelled, stomping her foot on the ground in rage as Edda and Artemis side-eyed each other, laughing. 

“HAHAHAHHAH!!”
“HAHAHHAHAHA!”

“It’s NOT FUNNY!” Kat yelled, face read in embarrassment as the other guests (not currently fucking) and dining staff, busy putting out the next course, glanced at the spectacle taking place.

“It objectively is, Kat!” Artemis smiled, wiping a tear from her eye and settling to talk to her niece. 

“Shut up! I was supposed only to be there a few weeks!! I have, like, ten more initiation steps to go! I had to drink Aunty Tess’ swamp ass just not to drown!!!” Kat yelled, knowing the initiation ritual to become a part of the Morning Thunders by heart. Anyone under 7 feet tall had to spend nearly a month in every senior member's asses, rotating as determined by a lottery done by said bikers. Kat was not sure how many more biker’s butts she had to crawl in (they never share the lottery results with applicants), but she was still behind by a few weeks, thanks to Tess hoarding her. 

“Geez, be grateful it was only that bad. Back in the day, we-” Artemis began, ready to wax off some of the more extreme traditions the hazing ritual has since fazed out, only for Kat, still furious, to overtake her with another scream. 

“-I DON’T CARE! I JUST WANT TO GO HOME!!”

“Hardly the tone the newest member of the fiercest biker gang in Stonecloud should be taking, but sure. Let me finish my drink, and I will-” Artemis said, sipping on her champagne, hardly phased by any of this, just for Kat to, once again, shout in her ear, not in anger, but surprise at what the large biker just said. 

“-I’M IN THE GANG?!”
“Inside voices, Kitty! Yes, you are. Tess was the last member you had to be hazed by, and, as you said, she kept you way past her allotted time. You are in, Kat. Congrats!” Artemis smiled, holding her drink out to her niece in congratulations, whose freckled, pale face, once red with rage, was now beaming with pure joy!

“HELL YEAH!!!” Kat screamed, throwing her firsts up and clicking her heels in joy like a video game character. This act of unfiltered excitement caught the attention of none other than Jesse Kobrick, another member of the Morning Thunders (and Rose’s girlfriend), and Zac Shore, both back from their first flings of the night, the former’s mouth painted in chocolate and other dark-shaded substances, and the latter’s hair blown back and penguin mask’s beak collapsed inward, now strung up on his shoulder like a bizarre pouldron.

“Hey, what’s all the commotion!” Jesse asked, liking up some of the anal cake she had just finished, courtesy of her former boss.
“Yeah, my ears are still ringing from, eh, my recent outing,” Zac added, performatively working a finger into his ear, the subtle hum born from the Mayor of Stonecloud ripping ass onto his skull a bit hard to shake. 

“I JUST BECAME A BIKER GANG MEMBER!!” Kat beamed, turning towards Jesse and Zac, smiling ear to ear and ready to brag to anyone.

“Congrats, kid! Names Jesse, I can’t wait to ride with you!” Jesse said, holding out her hand for Kat to shake. 

“Thanks! You want to fuck?!?” Kat grinned, reciprocating Jesse’s handshake offer, and, high off the sudden good news, offered a bold response.

“Well, I-”
“-NOPE! Aunty Artemis gets dibs on her. Right, Jesse?” Artemis interjected, practically jumping from her chair and taking Jesse by the shoulder, the massive biker hanging over her like a goddess, who Jesse was eager to honor. 

“Hell yeah, boss. Sorry newbie. Bosses’ orders, you understand. I bet my twink friend here is willing. Right, Zac?” Jesse said, pushing Zac in front of Kat, the eager lesser Inferno eying the tired man eagerly, liking what she saw. 

“I mean, I could if she, I mean, sure, yeah,” Zac stammered before just shrugging and accepting the idea of fucking Kat. 

“I am going to crush your head like a watermelon! See ya, Aunty!” Kat declared, taking Zac by the hand and running off to the back, ready to claim the first room she could get to, with Zac barely able to keep up behind her clapping-ass cheeks. 

“Have fun, kid! Don’t break him too much! I might come in for some sloppy seconds later!” Artemis yelled, going in the opposite direction, picking Jesse up and pressing her into her breasts. 

“No promises!” Kat yelled back. The area where these two sudden hookups had occurred was now vacated—except for Edda, who could only watch all this go down. 

“Did everyone just get fucking hook-up in two seconds BUT ME?!?!” Edda yelled, slamming her head on the table at her lack of game, even compared to Zac. 

…

“I want you to mentor my niece, Jesse,” Artemis said, unzipping her body suit. At the same time, Jesse, naked and chained to the bed in one of the sex rooms, watched eagerly, drinking in the wobble of Artemis’ massive frame, the sheer size of her ass, just as big as Rose’s, beckoned to her, but the mood slightly being killed by the subject. 

“Some great pillow talk, boss. I am positively wet over here,” Jesse said drily, flashing a sarcastic smile to the gang leader. 

“I’m serious. Kat needs someone (not named Tess) to supervise her time in the gang to keep her from making enemies and punching above her weight. She needs someone she can relate to better than the senior members or myself. Someone on her level, size-wise, I mean. I trust that won’t be a problem?”  Artemis asked, worried about her niece’s induction into the gang. She had hoped the initiation would scare Kat off and, when that did not even work, kept her with Tess longer than needed intentionally to drive the point home. Kat proved too strong (or too kinky) to be shaken, and she could not block her induction any longer, which left her with plan B: a mentor to keep her from getting herself killed. It was a big ask. Artemis was not blind to that fact but also knew it would be an easier sell if she slammed her naked, sweat-dripping monster ass right on top of Jesse’s body, leaving only the smaller woman’s upper torso exposed. 

SQUASH!!!

“OH! You know me, boss, always ready to serve the biggest butt in the room~” Jesse croaked, the air rocketing out of her lungs with the massive rump rammed down onto her. She had a perfect replacement for her lost air: the booty BO of Artemis, a filthy mix of sweat, leather, and spoiled eggs. 

“Good answer. Of course, I will want regular updates. Maybe at a motel? The Squashed Stallion?” Artemis said. The Squashed Stallion was, for all intents and purposes, a sex motel. The motel was owned by Morning Thunder in all but name, using it for all their sex parties, hook-ups and “conditioning” of smaller males and females. Jesse, having been in a committed relationship for years, had only been there once (during her hazing) but knew what Artemis meant the moment she brought that messy motel. 

“Only if Jesse says yes,”
“Of course. Hell, Invite her too. I could use some more sweets in my diet,” Artemis shrugged, briefly imagining Jesse strapped to a stripper pole, Rose’s ass smothering the smaller woman, and Artemis eating out the mousy bookstore owner. 

“We will see~ Now, you gonna smother me completely or what?” Jesse interjected, ready to finish their hook-up and their business concluded. Still lost in her fantasy, Artemis did not even need to think about acting on Jesse’s request. The totality of Artemis’ twelve-foott tall, Big Girl bulk, enough weight to flattened a golf cart, was shifted upward, granting Jesse a small window to refill her lungs and prepare herself before, like a jackhammer, Artemis smashed her ass back down and up and back down again in a minute long ass slamming that shook the entire room. v
SQUASH!!! SQUASH!!!
SQUASH!!! SQUASH!!!
SQUASH!!! SQUASH!!!
SQUASH!!! SQUASH!!!
SQUASH!!!! SQUASH!!!


“Oh, Jesse! Always the perfect little squash toy! What I would not GIVE to have you up this ass for an initiation again! No regular-sized girl in the gang has ever got me so wet so quickly,” Artemis said, her dark, husky voice getting lighter and brighter with each slam of her couch-sized ass cheeks, her nethers already halfway to climax with the sensation of Jesse’s face plastered into it. Jesse, for her part, was just as stimulated, the robes that bound her in place angled downward as the small biker was entombed into the mattress, an indentation in the material forming with each ass-slam that grew a quarter of an inch every second! She was not just sitting there. Jesse had some tricks up her sleeve to keep Artemis on her wavelength of stimulation, fiercely and quickly running her tongue against the senior biker’s labia and anus, only getting a few seconds for each moment of oral. Still, it was enough to keep Artemis happy. 

At least happy enough for her to halt her jackhammering of Jesse into the mattress to catch her breath, letting Jesse, head sticking out from under her buttcheeks, get a word in. 

“GAH! What can I say? Oral ain’t a game to me; it's a professional sport!” Jesse said, flashing a cocky grin that, even to an older, hardened criminal biker, got Artemis to smile. The “Great Inferno,” a woman who once took down two rival gangs all by herself in a single night with nothing but her body and wits, was blushing and smiling like she was a college co-ed again with the stupidest words of a junior member of her gang. Artemis, as much as she was happy for Jesse’s longstanding relationship (something she could never pull off), wished her subordinate was single; Jesse was just her type. She would have to make do with this fling and reward the cocky accountant with her full anus slammed into her grinning gums, a belch of bubbly brap right down the throat. 

SQUASH!!!!
BBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“If I was twenty years younger, I would have swept you off your feet and shoved you up my butt so fast, you would not BELIEVE!!!” Artemis admitted, feeling Jesse’s tongue already at work in her anal walls, fiercely twirling in circles, exploring every shit-caked crease, and, with each tongue lashing, loosened another toot for Artemis to rip right into her. 

FFFFFFFFOOOOOOOOLLLLLLAAAAAAAALLLLTTT!!!!!!!!

“Good, keep eating! Go counter-clockwise though! And FASTER!” Artemis barked, her domineering energy bubbling back to the surface, bringing with it increasingly longer, hotter, and wetter butt burps, the force of which rattled the mattress, but no matter how horrid, Jesse kept at it and followed her lover’s demands. 

BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRAAAAAAALLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!
SSSSSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPHHHHHHAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPLLLLLLLTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Faster!!”

PPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!! FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!

“FASTE-OHHH!!!!!” Artemis said, only for her body to suddenly respond to Jesse in two incredible ways: A sudden but fulfilling climax and a sudden unleashing of everything in Artemis' bowels. 

SSSSSSSSSSSSSLLLLLLLLOOOOOORRRRRBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Artemis was quick to get off Jesse, sexual fluids and liquid excrement leaking down her thighs, but the damage had already been done. The several-inch deep indent the smaller biker in was now a bog, filled with molten liquid shit and cum, Jesse’s face utterly drenched in off-green slime, her shallow breathing making the substance bubble around her. 

“*HUFF* HUFF You alive under all that, bitch?” Artemis asked, earning a weak thumbs up from her submerged submissive. 

“Good, now eat up~” Artemis commanded, getting back onto the bed and presenting her shit and cum-caked, monstrous ass to Jesse, ready and waiting for even more service, who, even after all that, began to lick away once more.

…

“MHAW!!! MHAW!!! MHAW!!! You taste like ass! I just want to eat you up!!” Kat, the newest member of the Morning Thunders, said, half-undressed and peppering Zac, her beanpole of a sexual partner, with a barrage of kisses, sampling the anal flavors he had accumulated in the short time he had been there. 

“Sorry, I MHAW!!! Was just under several tons of it!” Zac said, attempting to keep up with the Lesser Inferno’s pace, but even when dealing with someone “regular-sized,” he was still being dominated. Kat had two inches and seventy pounds on Zac, and, as the two stripped the other naked, found his face pressed into her sweaty cleavage (getting second Tess butt stank) and his lower torso smashed between her tree-trunk thighs. 

“You and me both, dude! But It was all worth it! I’m a biker gangster now!” Kat smiled, pushing Zac onto the bed, his tired eyes locked on her, putting her hands on her hips, and struck a triumphant hero pose. Zac, hardly catching the Infernos' conversation before he got paired up with Kat, was intrigued by her meaning and felt like pushing the topic. 

“Oh yeah?”

“Yep! I’m the next Inferno to join the Morning Thunders! I’m going to get a motorcycle! A cool tattoo! Go to cool parties all the time! I’m set!” Kat grinned, picturing herself, clad in all leather, riding a forest green motorcycle, kanji tattoos across her breasts, pulling up to a party at the Squashed Stallion. 
Hearing what gang she just said she joined, Zac had a different picture: Kat, wearing a leather jacket several sizes too big, standing in the corner of a seedy Big Girl bar while a massive bar brawl breaks out in the foreground. 

“Good for you, but from what I heard, the gang gets up to a lot of, you know, GANG stuff, too, right? Protection rackets, fight clubs, and even a couple of kidnappings and assaults?” Zac said. Jesse had told Zac some crazy stories of Morning Thunder activities and, despite having some merits (mainly in sex positivity and Big Person rights), was still a criminal gang that preyed on regular-sized people. 

“Who cares? The regular sizers usually sit in the corner and look pretty, while the Big Girls do the hard stuff! And, dude, you can’t say I won’t look pretty, right?” Kat asked, turning around, giving Zac a full glass of her basketball-sized, freckled butt-cheeks, and gave it a mean slap, a solid two-second ripple wobbling through her jello-like rear. Zac could not deny Kat was a knockout, and even if his interests were focused more on Big Girls, he was aroused. 

“I will not!” Zac said, starting to lurch up to embrace her, only to be swiftly but gently pushed back down by Kat’s foot, her cheesy toes oozing on his chest as he was pressed back into the soft embrace of the mattress, Kat standing over him, sweat dripping down onto the penguin-masked man. 

“Now, get that bony ass ready. I want that dick, and you get my puss and ass. Win-win, Yeah?” Kat asked, eying Zac’s erect member with a hungry smile. 

“Yeah,” Zac whispered, eyes closed and ready for Kat to take the lead. 

“Awesome~,” Kat said, letting her knees give out, her ass crashing right into Zac’s face, broken-masked face right in her hairy pussy, face practically waterboarded in sweat. At the same time, Kat, thighs clasped around her lover’s torso, bent over and began sucking on his dick like it were bomb pop. 

SQUASH!!!!
SLORP!!!
SLORP!!!
SLORP!!!

Zac was submerged. His face buried in the bubble-butt of Kat, her and the residual sweat of her aunt bubbling around his nostrils (currently lodged in her hairy anus) as he breathed, his tongue, slowly but methodically, working up and around her pussy. The taste was like rancid fish, with a bitter, sour aftertaste Zac had only gotten the “privilege” of tasting once before: A six-month-old thong Edda stuffed in his mouth once. Kat, while the smallest person he’d ever fucked, was a top contender on the grossest people list in Zac’s mind. Her flavors were tongue-turning, her scent was pure Tess’ ass marinated for months on end, and, as he would soon discover, had a particular gassy spice added right down his nostrils. 

FFAARRTTT!!!
BBBBBRRRAAAPPPPPPPP!!!!!

“MHM!!!” Zac moaned into Kat’s nethers, a mix of pleasure and pain from Kat slurping on his hog and from the sudden two and five-second farts forced down his throat. The smell was hot. HOT hot. Kat lived up to her last name, as Zac swore his nose got a first-degree burn, the smell being pure aerosol bile, the only smell a diet of Tess’ sweat, shit, and unsalted crackers (Tess would stuff up her butt daily for her niece) could produce. 

“Oh, Boo-hoo! We BOTH smell like we crawled out of a hot sewer! You can take some of these baby Inferno farts up the nose!” Kat said, pulling herself off Zac’s dick with a trail of slime parting from the tip of his member and her lips. She was slightly annoyed that her farts of all people, the weakest in her family of Big People, would bring out such a reaction from Zac. She was still in the mood and moment, shaking off her annoyance and, bringing her lips almost to the bottom of Zac’s shaft, got back to work, making sure to let loose more and more farts to spite her partner. 

SLORP!!!
SLORP!!!
PHHHRRRRLLLTTT!!!!
SLORRRPP!!!!
BBBBBBBRRAAAAPPPPPP!!!!!
SLLORRPP!!!

“I’m gonna be the baddest biker bitch out there, dude! I’m gonna shred hog (like I am currently doing yours~), look hot in all leather, fuck jocks every night, and make every girl back at the Uni wet just by walking by them! I am going to be a QUEEN!” Kat declared, the mouth of Zac’s cock as she returned to her fantasies for a moment on the cusp of climax, switching her approach by grabbing Zac’s dick, HARD, and giving it a few powerful pumps, like she was playing a bizarre party-style minigame. This act worked for Zac, and, as he was just about to cum as well, received a massive, ten-second shart splattering shart right as she climaxed on his face. 

SSSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!

“MRPH!!!!” Zac bellowed, his cock blowing like a geyser a few seconds later, the white slop almost completely caked on Kat’s face and tits, his face covered in her near-translucent green anal slime and cum. It was a sloppy mess, but both could not but feel satisfied. 

“And I’ll be happy to have you as my throne again if you want~” Kat smiled, liking the cum trailing down her face and, with a playful lean, exposing Zac’s shit-soaked face, let loose one last fart onto him to conclude their hookup. 

PPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAABBBBPPPPPPPPHHHHHHTTTTT!!!!!

…

“Edda!! Hi! Are you enjoying the orgy so far?” Rose Esmond, Edda’s BFF and fellow nerdy Big girl, asked, returning from her first fling of the night, with rock-stars no less, to find Edda surrounded by empty plates of fruit, chocolate, cheese, and plenty of empty oyster shell, scrolling her phone with a disappointed scowl. 

“I enjoyed these oysters, not muck fucking else,” Edda groaned, pushing away her oyster plate and massaging her gut, letting loose a small belch from the sensation. 

BUUUURRRRRP!!!!!!!

“Look, Edda. You just need to make the first move! I got a little push today and had a great time because of it! You already did with Cooper, so why not have someone else around?” Rose said, grabbing her friend by the shoulder and gesturing to the few people sitting around unpaired Edda could try with. 

“Cooper is different! I’ve known him for years. Most of these fuckers are total strangers or aren't compatible; I don’t even-OH SHIT!!” Edda began, looking around at the people herself, only for her eyes to fall on a pair sitting in the corner, who immediately activated her flight or fight. 

“WHAT??” Rose asked, shocked at her friend’s sudden burst of energy. 

“IS that Shiori Tamata and Omar Darwish???” Edda whispered, jutting her chin behind her, where, low and behold, the creators of Rose and her favorite game sat together, sharing a drink and, for added flair, dressed in lewd cosplays of the main character and villain of their game. 

Omar Darwish, the creative side of the game, was a corpulent but impressive man. A shorter fellow at five foot six but made up for it in girth, weighing almost two Zac’s with a wide gut, jello thighs, and an ass equal to a bean-bag chair. He was not all gelatinous curves, his face paradoxically chiseled, with a dense chin, sharp dark-brown eyes, and a smile that could cut through anyone’s defenses. His black hair, short and conservative, was slicked back, supported by at least a container of hair gel, but that was the least of his stylistic adjustments for tonight, considering he was half-painted green. Omar dressed the part of Typhon, the serpentine titan of monsters and the main antagonist of the video game he half-created. Omar’s wide olive gut had been painted in sage green body paint, his lower body dressed in serpentine scale print sweat pants, a prominent bulge fit to burst at the crotch, and on his shoulders, a set of dark green foam-core pauldrons, fashioned to look like serpentine heads, fangs bared. An impressive man dressed like a remarkable villain, and who better to be with than an impressive Big Girl dressed like an impressive hero? 

Shiori Tamata, the technical side of the game, was a lither Big Girl but still massive. At nine feet tall, she was decidedly in the middle of the back of Big Girl's height, but also weight. Her figure was tighter, with softer shoulders, thinner arms and legs, and a potbelly that, while equal to Omar’s, was barely a blip in the sheer girth seen in a usual Big Person. Her shapeliness was instead more concentrated, with focal points of fat hard to deny or miss. Her breasts, ballooning outward and expanding well past her shoulder length, could be mistaken for mattresses if they weren't stuffed in a loose spaghetti top with a chainmail pattern. Her hips, also stretching past her shoulder length, house a rear that reaches half the couch’s length, giving Omar barely enough cushion for himself. Shiori was, curves notwithstanding, a regal girl. Her features were closed off and tight, dark brown eyes soft, slight nose and lips tucked in, sharp cheekbones, and robust black hair, hidden from the world, under a platinum blonde wig. The wig came hand in hand with her choice to dress like Venus, the Big Girl protagonist of the game she coded. Shiori’s top and short shorts were styled like chainmail, her arms sporting dark red blotch temporary tattoos, and a brilliant purple cape fastened to her shoulders. 
If Zac and Edda had not shown up, Omar and Shiori would have ranked the silliest-looking orgy-goers of the night. All the same, Edda looked at them not as weird geeks but as idols.

“Y-yeah, they were on the guest list we all got, remember?” Rose said, pointing out the duo before them were not secret gets and, in terms of raw celebrity, were outranked by many other guests.

“I-I know! But I did not expect them actually to show up!!” Edda said, grabbing Rose and sheepishly hiding behind her friend.

“We should go talk to them!” Rose smiled, taking a step forward to do just that, before Edda dragged her fellow Big Girl back, hugging her from behind., 

“You sure? We’re fans! This is, like, a sex party. No one (respectable) wants to fuck a fucking fan!” 

“We could just talk! Maybe ask some questions about the DLC if we're brave! If we get to, eh, copulate with them, I call Shiori!” Rose said, her mousy energy overtaken by bravery instilled from her first hookup. 
Looking back at the two game developers, drinking and talking to one another, Edda could not deny the wisdom and, biting her lip, relented. 

“Okay, but don’t say copulate ever again, please, let’s just g-” Edda began, taking the lead for once when another figure appeared to the two friends, none other than Jesse’s last hookup, Eshana Jha, back in her white cook's attire, practically glowing from getting her cake getting eaten from as a receptacle for a literal cake. 

“-OH is that ROSE ESMOND! Jesse told me so much about you!” Eshana smiled, holding out her hand for Rose to shake. 

“Oh, h-hi! I hope good things, hehe!” Rose said, shaking Eshana’s hand and blushing, her vigor at talking to her favorite game devs not applying to chatting with her girlfriend's last hookup. 

“Good does not even begin to cover the sheer praise that girl put forward! If you were a goddess, she’d be your high priestess, guaranteed! And, if I may be bold, wished to pray at your alter for a little while~” Eshana winked, applying Rose’s advice and making the first move. Rose, taken by surprise a slight and looking to Edda, who looked annoyed but not angry, nodded to the request with glee. 

“Oh, uh, okay! Edda, go on ahead. I will, erm, be there soon!” Rose said, taking Eshana by the hand and heading in the opposite direction of her blue-haired friend. 

“...fine,” Edda groaned, steeling herself to talk to Omar and Shiori, leaving her mousy (but much more of a player) friend behind for her newest hookup. 

“SO, how do you want to do this?” Rose smiled, grabbing Eshana into a hug, pinching the older woman’s large rear playfully. 

“Make out on our way to the kitchen and see if we like where this is going?” 

“Sure~ MHAW!!! MHAW!! SMOOCH!!!” And with that, Rose and Eshana locked lips and headed back to the kitchen to fornicate. Edda was on her own to talk to the creators of Venus Dawn. 
…

“Hey! Hi! Can I, uh, sit down with you two? I’m-” Edda began, voice pitifully insecure as she introduced herself to the two game devs, only to be cut off by Omar’s smiling face and sudden interruption. 

“Edda! Hi! Yes, please sit! We heard a lot about you already! We were kinda trying to work up the nerve to talk to ya, in fact,” Omar, voice heavy but smooth like silk, admitted, standing up from the couch and offering it the little seating he had for Edda to claim. 

“Really??” Edda said, taken back by their foreknowledge of her, practically collapsing into the couch (and collapsing it with her sheer massive ass) in shock.

“Francesca showed us a bit of your fan art and portfolio. Gotta say, the VenusXTyphon art was fucking HOT!” Omar said, chub growing noticeably taller in his sweatpants at the thought of some of Edda’s work. 

“Oh, Omar, so lewd! But he’s right, on both counts~” Shiori said, a third teasing, serious, and flirting, putting a hand on Edda’s thigh and giving the blue-hair big girl (who was, oddly, blushing at the contact) a knowing wink. 

“T-thank you! I mean it! I-I am at a loss! You’ve seen my fucking art and like it?!?” Edda stammered, practically unable to process what she was hearing, the imposter syndrome dwelling within her, weighing the good news like an anchor. 

“You got talent, don’t doubt that Edda! We can’t be the only ones to compliment you, right?” Omar asked, picking up his beer from the table and taking a hardy swig. 

“Some internet clout here or there, but, honestly, I mostly get asked to draw the shipping smut by a handful of fellow degenerates, and they clap (or fap) like seals,” 

“Can’t blame them, honestly, its some good gooning material,” Omar said, not a hint of shame in what he said. 

“OMAR!” Shiori said, lurching up, a deep, sweaty butt-indent left behind her and playfully bopping Omar on the head, who took it in stride, the two practically acting like siblings. 

“I’m just being honest! And, honestly, I think you, Edda, are talented. You just doing freelance or got some more stable irons in the fire?” Omar continued, his charisma becoming more apparent to Edda with each word. It made sense. Omar was always the one to do the bulk of the announcements and updates on Venus Dawn online, and Shiori, more reserved but concise, was saved for the heavy-hitting info, the finisher, if you will. 

“Freelance is my home, and hell is all I will say to that,” Edda groaned. Her income came very sporadically, and while she was grateful she made enough for rent and her hobbies, she could not shake the uncertainty of it all being frustrating at best. 

“Well, we were thinking, after Francesca gave us the hard sell on your art, of extending an invitation to our art team to you if you were interested?” Omar said, words as matter-of-fact as he could muster, but, as the words hit Edda, her face blank and glasses-cover eyes glossed over, he could scarcely believe it. 

“...is this a fucking trick? Is Frannie gonna jump around the corner and say it was a prank or something?” Edda said, defaulting to a sharp defense as her imposter syndrome and cynicism, so acute and deeply rooted, made this sudden offer practically impossible unless it was a trap to take her down again for even thinking she was worth it. Edda was confident in a lot of things, but her art? No matter how good, she was always skeptical. 

“No prank! We like your stuff (besides the spank bank potential) and have been needing to expand our team for a bit! I have too much on my plate on the PR and Marketing side to do all the design and concept art, so we have been scouting for some undiscovered but solid talent. You will still got to apply and shit first, but, between you and us, you got the job already if you are interested,” Omar explained, trying as best he could to make his smooth, used-car-salesmen-esque speaking pattern as sincere as possible to ease Edda as best he could. 

“W-why me? I just draw kinky fan art and some landscapes?!?” Edda stammered defensively, breaking down to panic and, consequently, oyster-fueled anxiety poots. 

BBBBBBRRRRRRAAAAPPPPPTTT!!!!
FFFFFFAAAARRRRTTTTTT!!!!!

“We COUGH Just like your work! It’s fucking hard to find someone who can depict Big People like, well, the goddesses they are, and you do it like a master! We could use you on the team badly.” Omar admitted, choking a bit on Edda’s anal odors. He tried his best to set this all up, but it was time for Shiori to deliver the finisher. 

“Omar’s right. We won’t force you. We will send the application your way, but there will be no pressure if you don’t. You are talented and want full-time work, and we want to work with you. We just wanted to extend the invitation now while we were all here, still mostly sober and sex-brained.” Shiori explained, moving her offhand to Edda’s shoulder, extending a warm smile to the almost-panicking blue-haired Big Girl. It was a good move, but she slightly miscalculated: Shiori never removed her other hand from Edda’s bulbous thigh. 

“WAIT…are you trying to butter me up before sex with all this? You will withdraw the offer if you say NO?!” Edda said, jumping several hills of logic due to the mixed signals she received. Shiori, stunned and realizing where her hands were, retreated into herself, hands buried in her thighs, face red and on the brink of panic. 

“NO! SHIT! That came out wrong. We are just-” Shiori started to stammer, ready to fall into her loop of negative thoughts like Edda was just now. It would have been a mess if not for Edda; seeing Shiori's sudden, naked sincerity, did the doubt fade away from her, and not just about the legitimacy of this deal, but her compatibility with other women. A doubt she cast off by, in a sudden move, leaning forward and giving Shiori a swift but succulent kiss.

“SMOOOOCH!!!!”

“I accept on all fronts,” Edda said. With a face as red as a cherry and hair as blue as a blueberry, one would think she was a mixed slushy. 

“I think you got the wrong wristband,” Shiori said, blushing just as intensely and glancing down to see Edda wearing a blue “straight” wristband, unlike Shiori, who wore the “bi” purple. 

“Heat of the fucking moment, plus, you look just like Venus Dawn. It’d be gay NOT to want to kiss you. Let me spoil your little Typhon, too,” Edda shrugged, willing to take the first step of this self-discovery but ready for a label. It was time for her to spoil Omar, lurching up from the couch, leaving a decently deep and damp butt groove already just from a few minutes of sitting, and patting the moist spot for Omar to lie down in. 

“Fucking awesome!” Omar grinned, telling what Edda meant right away and, with a brimming smile, did as she said, looking up to see her dark blue pants held over him, sweat bubbling through the fabric, all light smothered away before she slammed her rear down on him in three massive swings of her girth. It took only two butt-slams for Edda to swallow Omar in her butt cheeks and the third (with a couch-rumbling fart for good measure) to make him invisible to the world. 

SQUASH!!!
SQUASH!!!!
SQUASH!!!!
BBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAALLLLLLPPPPHHHHHHHTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!

“All snug! Now, let’s get a bedroom and make Omar our Typhon till we break the bed~” Edda smiled, taking Shiori by the hand and practically leaping to the couch and two the backrooms, spirit ignited and ready to get freaky with her idols and future employers. 

“Sounds perfect~!” Shiori smiled, following Edda to the a, thankfully just cleaned, open room, the two (Edda longer than Shiori) taking their clothes off with all due haste, Edda leaving her slacks for last, the barrier keeping Omar from getting sucked into her swampy inner-ass, and, with a little push, unleashed a ten-second fart that, reeking of ranch dressing and spoiled fish, shot Omar out from the barrel of behind like a cannonball, his large, green-garbed body slamming into the center of the bed with a loud thud. 

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!

“WO-*COUGH*-WOW! And I thought Shiori’s smelled awful!” Omar coughed, impressed at just how rank Edda was, Shiori being the grossest Big Person he had ever had such close contact with up until now. As Edda undid her pants, her blue-died bush exposed (Zac’s name she had shaved into it thankfully removed by her impressive pubic hair growth rate) and held over Omar’s face like a guillotine. 
“Oh, you haven’t even gotten a WHIFF of my stench yet!” Edda smiled, the rancid fish and swampy sweat stink of her months unwashed pussy almost intoxicating to Omar, and it was near vomit-inducing as Edda sat down onto him, half his mouth right over her pussy lips, nose nestled between her nethers and anus, and the rest buried under her bulk. 

SQUASH!!!!

“Oh COUGH GOD!!” Omar squealed, both aroused and terrified as the stench overwhelmed him, her body odor downright radioactive as he felt the smell stalk down his throat and stay there. It was horrid as it was perverse, making the game dev’s doughy dick fit to burst from his sweatpants at only half-mast. 

“Rank, right!? That’s some bonafide Edda, months unwashed, crotch stank right there! Now get licking!” Edda declared, her “dom’ energy back in full swing now that her confidence was back. Omar was quick to please, powering through his urge to vomit to taste the source of his sour stomach instead. His tongue, large and full of life, searched through Edda’s insides to the larger woman’s immediate satisfaction. 

“Ooh yeah, good work! How about you, Shiori, ya want the rest of him?” Edda asked, pulling at Omar’s waistband to unveil his twelve-inch cock, thick as a water bottle and ready to burst. 

“Without question~” Shiori smiled, jumped onto the bed, and, plopping right now onto Omar’s cock, the familiar feel of his dick slotting perfectly into her shaven sex. At the same time, her ass swallowed his entire lower body and her thighs, his upper body. 

“Now then, let me get comfy,” Shiori smiled, raising her body just a bit and back down, squashing her ass right into Omar’s cock and leg, blasting the air out of his lungs with each thrust and replacing the lost air, a short but forceful fart right on his phallus, the milky odor bellowing out like a gale and raddling the bed and, Omar and, through him, Edda. 

SQUASH!!! PLAP!!!
SQUASH!!! PLAP!!
PPPPPHHHHHHHAAAAAAALLLLLTTTTTTTT!!!!!

“MRM!!” Omar groaned in pained pleasure. The familiar funk of his partner in gamer crimes farting on his cock was a good feeling. He just wished Shiori claimed his face instead of Edda. She stank, but Edda stank worse and seemed keen to prove it again to them. 

“Oh, you think THAT cute little toot was fucking something?” Edda asked, leaning forward, eyes closed, and, railroading the heaps of food she’d been eating since she got her, crashed out a cacophonous, twelve-second fart straight into Omar’s mouth. 

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!
The sheering, sulfuric, fishy flavors stained Omar’s insides and practically flamed his stomach in gastric gases. The force was there too, shaking the bed, just as Shiori did a moment ago, alongside Omar and Shiori, the wobble of the fat game dev’s body and member was practically a living vibrator to the cosplaying Big Girl, vaginal fluids foaming and face flush from the bizarre but stimulating sensation. 

“MRMMRPH!!!!!” Omar bellowed, his tongue numb, and his gut expanded from the sheer horrors he had just swallowed. It was a natural reaction, Edda’s odor being uniquely vile from her lack of cleanliness and appalling diet (the oysters and chocolate not helping either). It would make one wonder how Zac learned to make the near-acidic slob gas close to oxygen for him. Omar was still a tough one, tears streaming down his face, his eyes stinging from the smell and Edda’s unwashed butt sweat, but he kept at his oral service while the two Big Girls on top of him basked in the brief afterglow of letting loose. 

“THAT’S A FUCKING FART!” Edda beamed, waving the air behind her playfully, proud of her newest booty bomb and glad for such an intense reaction. Shiori, for her part, fingers fondling her clitoris, was riding the bizarre sexual high of having the man’s dick inside her vibrate from the sheer force of a fart. 

“WOW! I felt that travel down him and into me~.”  

“I felt yours, too! Makeshift fart-powered vibrator, fuck, that’s awesome,” 

“Here, let’s see if we can’t make it happen again,” Shiori smiled, an audible gurgle growing in her gut as, in a bizarre convergence of her lust and intestinal turbulence, conjured a vile, airy ripper at the mere idea of it being stimulating to the two girls. 
BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“MRM!! MRPH!!!” Omar moaned, his member mauled by the fifteen seconds of funk thrown at full force into his lower frame, milky fumes. Shiori was no slouch in the smell department, but when placed next to Edda, she carried much higher force, a shotgun to her flamethrower. It played well in this budding sexual revelry. The force of the fart traveled through Omar’s supple frame, carrying up chest and neck, a living lightning road that channeled right into Edda’s cooch. 

“Oh~ Yeeep, I felt it!” Edda smiled, fully convinced of this gaseous game they’d now wholly entered, channeling her own turbulent stomach to toss out an even larger, seventeen-second stank bomb to bring Shiori and Omar closer to climax. The smell was a room-clearer, Edda’s odor obliterating Omar’s senses as the almost visible gas leaked from under them. It still did its part, though, carrying a subtle but steady current of force through Omar’s dick and right into Shiori. 
FFFFFFFFFFFAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!

“OH!!! Come here! MHAW!! MHAW!! MHAW!!” Shiori suddenly said, grabbing Edda by the neck, swiftly but tenderly bringing the slob into a flurry of kisses. It was odd for Edda. Not bad, just strange. It was an untouched part of her, fossilized from lack of exploration, but now it was beginning to crack open. It certainly helped Edda; it was a celebrity that offered her a job and dressed as one of her favorite video game characters (with her ass planted on a man’s face, no less). It made every exchange of saliva all the sweeter. It made the fact both women were unloading massive butt bombs into Omar’s groin and face almost an afterthought…to them, at least. 

BBBBBBBBBRRRRAAAAAAFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!
PPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHRRRRRRSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!
BBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLURRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!


“MRPH!!!” Omar bellow, mouth chocking on Edda’s squalid ass fat, bumhole, and thick hairy pussy lips. He was a freak. He was an admitted one (he was a gamer and artist, after all). He had done bizarre things with Shiori and many other Big People. BDSM. Exhibitionism. Sensory Deprivation. Even a whole month lodged in a middle-aged Big Girl trucker’s ass for research on the game! This threesome, though, where he served the role of a bizarre sex toy to two massive gassy women, their asses making his tub tremor like a vibrator? It was something so odd he knew he had to make something similar for the DLC of Venus Dawn, assuming he survived long enough sucking Edda’s odors. 

“Oh MHAWW!!! YEAH! Keep at it!” Edda screamed, her gut groaning like an old boiler as, with another push, more liquid and just as forceful sharts shocked Omar into another stage of sexy terror. 

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVOOOOOPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“MRMPMH!!!!” Omar retched, the tar-like anal sludge oozing down his tongue and face made for a searing and horrid lube and reward for his service thus far. The smell was intense, sulfuric sewer ranch mixed with flaming feces. It made his eyes water and nose feel close to death. Omar pushed on. He was no quitter, and the feeling of Shiori’s anus clasped around his member, pumping in and out with her own throngs of flatulence mode for a mighty motivator. 

“SMOOOOCH!!!! SMOOCH!!!! MMMMHAAAWHHHH!!!! MMMMHAAAWHHHH!!!! MMMMWAHHH!!! MMMMMMMWAH!!! MMMMMWAAAH!!!!” Shiori and Edda went, lost in the heat of passion, words lacking the power to describe the primal urge to embrace. The sounds of their loins and hearts cast with the roaring of their rumps and the deafened wails of their third in this threesome as their gas left him roaring and ragged with each new fart forced into him. 

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“MMMHHHHHHAAAAWWWWWWW!!!! MMMAAHHH!!! MHAAAWWWW!!!! SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSMMMMMMMMMMOOOOOOOOOOOOCCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” As each exchange of lips and breaking of wings piled on, the moment of climax drew near. Not just for everyone’s sex drives, but the moment several plates worth of oysters, chocolate, strawberries, and cherries, mixed with a stomach of alcohol and anxiety bile, would always lead in Edda’s gut when it reached its peak. Edda could scarcely tell, ripped some much ass (much of it liquid already) that, as Shiori bit into her lip with one last long kiss, she, quite literally, shit herself. 

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“OHH!!!!” Edda yelled, her nethers bursting and her butt blasting with a twenty-second stream of anxiety-fueled fecal matter that splattered against the headboard behind them. The noxious odor would be a biohazard for most, but for the three here? It was a fitting fragrance to add to the smell of sex and sweat that came from the lovemaking that just transpired. 

“*HUFF* HUFF Wow~” Shiori smiled, face red and a mix of Omar and her cum pooling between her taint and thighs, lurching off the poor man under her as to allow his properly erupted erection to fall. 

“*HUFF* Did I pass the interview or fucking what hehe?” Edda giggled, slowly peeling her shit-smeared ass off of Omar, the poor man’s entire face painted dark green from the neck up, liquid excrement bubbling around his face as it glided off his bronze skin. 

“I’d say so, right Omar?” Shiori asked, grabbing a rag from across the room and gently wiping his face clean. It was a miracle he was still conscious, let alone able to speak, so it made it all the stronger that this was the word he managed to say before slipping into unconsciousness: 

“*GURGLE* GURGLE Yee-yeeepp…” 
…

“Well, that was…an intense experience, thanks Katherine,” Santiago Slam, the five-foot eight-inch drummer of The Tushy Teets and the first lover Katherine grabbed this evening. His long, greasy orange hair, thick caterpillar mustache, pierced nose, flame-patterned black Hawaiian shirt, and matching shorts were back in their proper places after the whirlwind fling he had just now. Santiago had expected a traditional fuck when he started flirting with her before the orgy kicked off. The next thing Santiago knew, he had a months-old thong gagging his mouth, and his body pressed to Katherine’s massive breasts as she sprinted into the first room she could find! 

“My pleasure~ Now, why don’t you introduce me to that band of yours like you promised?” Katherine Goldhaus, the blonde personal trainer power top, smiled, giving Santiago a mean side-hug, getting his right into her bulbous breast as they walked down the hall back to the dining room.

“Fine, but please don’t mention you shoved your months-old thong down my throat, Okay? They might start doing it, and I think I might overdose on raw ass musk if they did…” Santiago said, only half-joking. He was at the bottom of the pecking order in their band. He often liked it that way, in fact, but found being on the ass end of two high-libido women with a lot of gas sometimes… exhausting. 

“HA! Sure, sure, sounds like I’ll like them, though,” Katherine said, turning the corner with the pussy whipped drummer, only to just nearly run into Izzy Zipper, the lead guitarist, and Tiffany Razor, the lead singer, of Tushy Teets, both freshened up after a hookup with Rose. 

“Oh! Tiff! Izzy! We were just coming to see ya! Had some fun, I see?” Santiago said, noticing, even after some time to reapply makeup and hair product, the two had an after-sex glow he had become in-tune to detecting from them. 

“Yep, real nice girl with a big butt. It was fun. This the chick that gagged you with a thong?” Tiffany asked, as blunt as ever as she eyed Katherine up and down, giving a silent nod of approval toward the golden-skinned personal trainer. Izzy seemed a fan, at least, her usual manic energy more subdued as she eyed Katherine like a diamond in the rough.

“Ha! See?! They knew~” Katherine smiled, nudging Santiago playfully with her elbow against the side of his head. 

“UUUHHHH!!! Yep, this is Katherine Goldhaus, a personal trainer who swept me off my feet (literally) the moment Frannie got all this started,” Santiago explained. The mention of Katherine’s name suddenly made Izzy’s face go red, her face visibility in a state of confusion and thinking as she eyed the amazonian Big Girl up and down, like a student searching a study guide for a particular answer. 

“A pleasure, girl! Are either or both of you up for a quickie? I got some steam left in before I got to rehydrate!” Katherine asked the two girls, having come in today hoping to bed at least four of the “famous” guests at this orgy. It would be an easy goal to achieve if she fucked all of Tushy Teets' in attendance. It was a tempting offer, so tantalizing, in fact, Izzy practically leaped at it for dear life, glomping onto Katherine, face directly in her tits, and clung on for dear life. 

“I CALL HER FIRST! LET’S GO!!!” Izzy said, walking back down the way Katherine had just come, leaving her two bandmates behind with a look of shock. 

“Woah-”
“Okay-” Santiago and Tiffany said, surprised at their most energetic member's brazenness. It would be a turn-off for some, but Katherine, a little perplexed but receptive, could not help but find it endearing and, strangely, familiar. She closed her muscular arms around Izzy’s head, the pink-haired girl's face and shoulders getting swallowed and submerged in boob flesh and sweat. 

“Wow! Forward! I like it! See you later, Santiago! Nice to meet you, Tiffany! Much love!” Katherine smiled, hugging Izzy and taking them both back into the bedroom she and Santiago had just left. 

“Huh, weird,” Tiffany said, having known Izzy for years. While zany and always full of life, Tiffany had never done something so brazen before. Whatever Izzy saw in Katherine was different, and she could only guess what was about to transpire behind the bedroom doors the two just entered. 
…

“So, what are ya into, girl? You want to start with some foreplay or straight to my as-” Katherine started to say, closing the bedroom door behind her and dropping Izzy, who, the moment her feet hit the ground, asked her own question:

“-DO you know me, Katherine?”

“Hm? You are a famous rock-star, of course. I know you,” Katherine responded, leaning up against the door, arms crossed and a tad perplexed. 

“No! Shit, I MEAN, do you remember me? Back in high school?” Izzy clarified, this question turning some gears in Katherine’s head. Izzy looked familiar; the Amazonian big girl was incredibly popular in high school and was on most women’s sports teams. With pink hair and dressed as flashy as one might expect from a rocker, Izzy looked a bit like a few gal pals she was close with, but an exact name still escaped her. 

“...You look a bit familiar,” Katherine said, scratching her head as she tried to put the puzzle Izzy put forth together in her head, missing just one or pieces to complete it. 

“Here, let me remind you,” Izzy said, turning around, her bulbous boxer-briefed behind a welcome sight to Katherine. As the golden haunted-big girl drank in the view, Izzy, face scrunched, conjured something in her gut, a reminder she knew Katherine would never forget: one of her farts. 

BBBBBBBBRRRAPPP!!!!

“*SNIFF* Oh my god…Isabella Silva?? OH. MY. GOD!!!!”  Katherine only needed a little whiff of the three-second squeaker. The somewhat swampy, earthy odor would be any old smelly fart for someone else. Not Katherine. Her sense of smell was uniquely acute and sensitive to odors; it was the root of her fixation on making others smell like her and make them more palatable. It was rare for her to encounter someone she’d categorize as smelly that did not set her off; one of the few who did was a member of her high school’s basketball team and one of her best friends, Isabella Silva. The two lost contact almost a decade ago and, now confronted with her old friend, a stranger to her in look and vibe, could not help but bring her in for a mighty bare hug, thrashing the Brazilian beauty in excitement!

SQUASH!!!!

“IT HAS BEEN EIGHT YEARS!!! HOW WAS BRAZIL?? WHEN’D YOU MOVE TO STONE CLOUD?!? HOW’S YOUR MOM?!!? I MISSED YOU SOOOOOOOOO  MUCH!!!!”  Katherine screamed in excitement. 

“*GASP*!! I MISSED YOU TOO!!” Izzy screamed back, head wiggling out from the top of Katherine’s cleavage, matching Katherine’s energy. 
She had seen Katherine’s name on the guest list but had doubted, after so long, it really was her old friend and went into this orgy with fun first, heartfelt reunions second on mind. The moment she saw the golden-haired bombshell around the corner with her band mate, Izzy’s heart skipped a beat, and she knew she had to make their reunion happen NOW.

“YOU’RE A ROCKSTAR NOW?! YOU FUCK GIRLS TOO?! WHEN DID THIS ALL HAPPEN?!?”

“A LOT CAN HAPPEN IN EIGHT YEARS!!!”

“LET’S STOP SHOUTING!!!”

“OKA-*AHEM*-Okay,” Izzy said, clearing her throat and, with the untangling of Katherine’s muscular arms, slinked back to the ground once again, taking a few steps back to look into the sapphire blue eyes of her friend on semi-even footing. 

It gave Katherine a better chance to look at Izzy, too, not just for the crazy curves, but to compare her mental image of the Izzy standing before her and the Isabela she knew in high school. She grew a few inches and gained at least thirty pounds (of healthy weight). The most radical change, of course, was the pink hair, the choice of dress being the polar opposite to the conservative sweaters and jeans she used to wear, and the whole demeanor was different as if a flip switched over the years. 

“I did not even recognize you, Izzy!-GOD, I am dumb-You are literally using your high school nickname as your stage name!” Katherine said, slapping her forehead as she recalled Izzy going by that name in high school, mainly on the court with their basketball team. 

“Yep! Although it is my legal name now, not Zipper, though, hehe.” Izzy smiled in a more… sincere way than what Rose saw an hour ago. It was not a look of excitement or ecstasy but genuine gratitude. It felt good to recount and even better from Katherine of all people. 

“God, the hair, the curves, THE OUTFIT. Izzy, you're a knockout!” Katherine smiled, waving her hands around toward Izzy’s chest and hips, earning a sweet blush from her old friend.

“babe, you’ve always been the hot one. You showed up from what? Was it a marathon? To an orgy, and you're practically glowing! No effort, but still a supermodel!” Izzy countered with her own compliment. Katherine has been stunning since the day she met her and, years later, still looked incredibly radiant and sexy. 

“You were always pretty, prettier than me, I’d say, but now…you look happy? No, I think the word I am looking for is, uh, honest. Like this is the real you. I don’t know Zac’s the word guy,” Katherine said, trying her best to contextualize the radical change of her friend from how she had perceived the rockstar in her head for years. 

Izzy, drinking in the Big Girl’s words, clumsily delivered or not, could not help but not be satisfied with the summation but pivoted to another person Katherine just mentioned. 

“Yeah, I saw our pet butt sniffer was here; you two still an item?” She asked. She remembered Zac very well. It was not every day someone dated Katherine long-term, much less stuck around because of her stench and gas instead of despite it. 

“Just friends with benefits. I’m too much woman for him,” Katherine smiled, turning around to present her red-short clad, keister. It was a perfect ass, equal parts sweaty sinew and floppy fat. It was like looking into the sun, Izzy was spellbound, but the risk of staring too intensely was significant, and it was only natural she got burned when Katherine let out a short but searing protein poot. 

FFFFFFAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!

“God, your gas has only gotten worse!” Izzy gagged, waving the air at the smell of spoiled veggies, gastric acids, and burnt protein powder. Izzy had gotten plenty of Katherine farts, it was an olfactory memory that was hard to forget, but the intensity of the smell was a mile worse than back in high school. It was clear Katherine was not just building majestic muscles all these years away. 

“I know, right?! Years of gut cultivation right here! Stank can last for days if you get farted on~” Katherine said with pride, turning around to face her friend, expecting to see her wrenching, like back in high school whenever she let one slip, which she was. Still, Izzy was blushing too, her eyes crawling across every inch of Katherine’s body repeatedly, memorizing every muscle definition and curve. Katherine had hooked up with hundreds at this point; she had a knack for amorous body language, and it was like Izzy was practically shouting that she was into her. 

“Hehe, I bet, I bet…” Izzy said, suddenly returning to the conversation mentally after taking in Katherine’s shape for too long, eyes darting away awkwardly. It was bizarre. Izzy had spent years building up her bombastic persona. It felt like her authentic self, but standing here before one of her oldest friends? She felt like the shy girl she was back in high school. 

An awkward silence filled the room for a bit, and both women searched for a way to get the conversation back on track, not wanting to blow this opportunity. It took a rough string of false starts to begin chatting again. 

“So-” Katherine started. 
“Hey-” Izzy said at almost the same time. 
“Oh! Sorry!”
“No! No! You go!”
“No, You!
“You sure?”
“Yeah,” Katherine ended, ultimately giving the conversational floor to Izzy, feeling that whatever she said would have a bit more weight. The only place her mind was going was to offer Izzy the chance to suck her tits. 

“I’m sorry we never kept in contact. It was shitty. I was just so…unhappy at that point in my life,” Izzy admitted, rubbing her arm anxiously as her teenage memories flooded back to her. She was not always a rockstar. She came from a challenging home environment. An American medical insurance agent father and a Brazilian TV actress for a mother, neither married for the right reasons. Arguments were frequent, and silence scarce. It got to a point where Izzy’s mother returned to Brazil early into the rockstar’s middle school years, and her father took the bottom of the bottle as his lover. Izzy has not seen her father just as long as she has not seen Katherine but for a good reason. She can still remember the feeling of a bourbon bursting against her back. 

“Your dad?” Katherine asked, recalling some of her father’s ‘attitude problems.’ 

“My fucking dad,”

“Forget that piece of shit. Look at you! Your thriving! You followed your dream of being a musician and are on the verge of being world-famous for it at not even 30 years old! Fuck that bastard, you won,” Katherine congratulated, steering the weight of Izzy’s bad memories toward all the rockstar had accomplished since they last saw each other. If it were coming from someone like Zac, who Izzy barely knew, hearing those words would be a soft but largely superficial comfort. It came from Katherine, however, and it meant the world. It made Izzy mist at the eyes. 

“I know, but, I-uh, I missed you, Katherine. You were, I think, the only good thing to come out of me living with him for as long as I did,” Izzy cried, tears of relief and joy rolling down her cheeks. 

“Come here,” Katherine smiled, taking half a knee to get on Izzy’s level and embrace her once again in her breasts for a warm and sweaty hug. 

SQUASH!!!

“C-can I kiss you, Katherine?” Izzy asked, a spark of boldness lighting in the warmth of her old friend's and oldest crush's embrace. 

“A million times over, yes,”

“SSSSSSSMMOOOOOOOCCCHHHHHH!!!!!” The two shared a lovely, protracted kiss, their lips melding into one another in lust and love as feelings both new and old emerged between them. Izzy kissed her dream girl, and Katherine kissed an old friend, wishing she could make something happen between them sooner. 

“I’ve been wanting to do that for over a decade,” Izzy said, head dizzy with glee at this dream come true. 

“Do you want to do something I have wanted for over a decade?” Katherine asked, gesturing over to the bed behind them. 

“More than anything,”

“Awesome~ We’re going to do a gassy 69 to oblivion, hot stuff,” Katherine declared, stripping her tanktop and shorts off right away, allowing Izzy to drink in her complete statuesque shape, perfectly golden tanned and ready to pin her down. 

“You-you don’t mind my smell, you hate other people’s farts!” Izzy asked, stripping herself down now, letting Katherine get a peak at her full figure. 

“Truth time. Out of every whiff of BO and gas I’ve sniffed, yours is the sweetest, most perfect stench I’ve ever breathed (behind my own), and I’ve missed it,” Katherine whispered honestly, taking Izzy by the waist and placing her down on the center of the bed. 

“Oh, Katherine!” Izzy blushed, watching with bated breath as, turning around, Katherine presented her perfect golden-tanned rear, each cheek an orb of absolute couch-sized perfection. She nearly creamed herself the second Katherine mounted her. Her ass and pussy utterly swallowed Izzy’s face while the Big Girl’s warm breath greeted her pussy, tongue dripping saliva against her vaginal lips. 

SQUASH!!!

“My god! What a dumper girl!” Katherine grinned, noticing the true power Izzy was packing in her posture, her ass practically a platform that propped her pelvis up for Katherine to run her tongue against. 

“Your ass is bigger than two of my torsos, and you're complimenting my butt??” Izzy asked, flattered but flabbergasted, especially when her only source of air came from Katherine’s rancid ass musk, all that was around her being her partner's posture. 

“Girl, stop it! If I weren't a Big Person, you’d be the one drowning me in ass and gas!” Katherine admitted, briefly reflecting on her appearance before her Big Person genes kicked in. She used to be a naturally athletic but rail-thin teen who, next to Izzy, a six-foot-five natural knockout, could toss her (and her salad~) around like a rag doll, a point made even better when, out of nowhere, Izzy’s anus announced its presence to the Big Girl with a ten-second tease of spoiled strawberries, assorted spices, and garbage juice. 
PPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLPPPTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!

“*COUGH* *COUGH SEE?! Nice length, by the way~,” Katherine congratulated, audibly huffing the fart down. It was a sweet kind of putrid, and, oddly, Katherine could not help but suck every molecule down as if her life depended on it. She was not one to be upstaged in the stank department, however, and belted a sloppy, thirteen-second ass-slapper for Izzy to enjoy. 


SSSSSSSSSSSSSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHTTTTTTTTTTLLLTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!

“WOW COUGH ONE UPPED ME ALREADY!” Izzy coughed, shit particulates splattered across her face and tongue, with even more added as Katherine quickly added a face-blowing eight-second brap and a fecal-fuming ten-second fart to top it off.

BBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRROOOOOOPPPPPPTTTT!!!!!!!
FFFFFFFFFFAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPHHHHHHHHTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!

“Gotta stay on top, Izzy!” Katherine grinned, tongue-twisting across Izzy’s insides. It was intoxicating, all of this, especially when Izzy brought up her tempo with a trio of squalid farts to keep her nose occupied. 

BBBRRRPPPTT!!
FFFAAARRRRTTTTT!!!!
PPPPHHHHRRRUUUULLLLLTTTT!!!!

“Awe! Cute!” Katherine said, endeared by her lover's little poots. 

“Ya fucking know it, babe! Ya ready to get serious? GIVE ME EVERYTHING YOU GOT!!” Izzy yelled, having been through all sorts of extreme Big People scenarios in her head with Katherine as the star for years and was ready to be utterly dominated. 

“You sure? I am a LOT gassier than back in high school!”

“I am a LOT kinker, bring it!”

“Hell, ya, babe!” Katherine smiled, flexing her thighs and, using her inhuman core strength, thrust her lower body up a foot off the bed, her upper body never leaving the top of Izzy’s nethers, and brought straight back down onto the smaller woman’s face, with a blast of gas for good measure. 

SQUASH!
FFFFFFFAAAAARRRRRTTTTTSSSLLLPPPHHHTTTTT!!!!!!

“FUCK-” Izzy began, face smeared in sweat, shit, and pussy juice, but never felt more alive than being jackhammered by this golden-skinned goddess. 

 SQUASH!
BBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPP!!!!!!!

“-YES I-” She continued, face red and on the verge of climaxing. 

SQUASH!

SSSSSSSSSSSSSLLLLLLLLLUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPHHHHHHTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“LOVE YOU!!!!!” Izzy declared, bursting with sexual bliss just as Katherine did, ending the lovemaking off with a massive, bed-shaking, 15-second shart down the throat. 

SSSSSSSSSSSSLLLLLLLLLLLLUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

…

“W-Wow,” Katherine declared, now sitting on the edge of the bed, naked and thighs oozing from crotch down. Izzy sat with her, head resting against her side boob, face splattered in shart juice and nethers equally as wet. 

“Yeah,” Izzy said, voice shaking but much lighter than before their copulation like a massive burden had been lifted. 

“I have fucked a lot of people, like A LOT a lot. Yet, truthfully, that was, like, the best sex I have had in years,” Katherine admitted, looking down at her pink-haired lover with a smile, gently guiding some stray follicles out of Izzy’s eyes. 

“Same,”

“I-I would love to do this again, outside of an orgy or during, as long as we can, you know, do it again? Or even just hang out?” Katherine asked, a more vulnerable side showing to her statuesque sex-goddess persona. It was disarming to Izzy, but it gave her an opening, a chance to seal this deal and allow her energetic mask to return. 

“Absolutely! And hey, give me your number, Snap, everything! I am not letting you slip through my fingers again! This fat ass and yours are sisters again! Got it!?” Izzy declared, getting up on her knees on the bed to be at eye level with Katherine, a mere half-inch away from her face, as she decreed they would not lose contact again. It made Katherine blush and, in a quick move, take Izzy’s face and seal the deal with a kiss. 

“Got it~ SMOOCH!” 


FINALE

“My night of whimsy and flesh is coming to an end, and I have one question, dear Yampi: Are you in?” Francesca Balabanov, 11-foot 5-inch hostess of the debaucherous orgy, stood in her master bedroom, surrounded by friends, allies, lovers, and, most importantly, co-conspirators. Everyone she had convinced to join her latest scheme (both prior to or at this very get-together) was present, and one extra. Francesca needed one last person carnal cabal complete, and that was none other than Vicky Yampi, CEO of Round-Rabbit food distributions. 

“Why would I, Francesca? Your elevator pitch to dominance is a pipe dream. You can sell it to deviants like the Melacholys, opportunists like Plump and Eshana, and ideologues like Artemis and Tiffany here, but I am different. I am a merchant, a businesswoman. I look for profit, and, quite honestly? All I see is a sinkhole,” Vicky said, sitting in a ( Big Girl scale) lazy boy in the corner of the room, tone flat but words sharp, cutting right into Francesca’s ego and everyone else in the room. 
Vicky was a straightforward middle-aged woman, an 8-foot-8 brown-skinned Big Girl who towered over all of them with her wits and monetary height despite being the smallest woman in that room. She dressed plainly, a tight grey blouse and shorts combo, prominently showing off her company logo (an exaggerated cartoon rabbit sticking its head out from its burrow) across both in a polka-dot pattern. Her brown hair, crisp and reflective against the dim-room lights, was managed in two long twin braids, drawing attention to her striking jasper eyes, soft but wide nose and cheeks, black lipstick-coated lips, and prominent birthmark right on the cleft of her chin. She was more modest in the curvature department than everyone present, with caramel breasts like full-body pillows, a gut fit as a bean-bag chair, and an outstretched ass that was as long as an adult man. Still, she carried it gracefully, making it a generous package to observe.

 It was the last thing on everyone’s mind, though, as the powerful Vicky had just insulted licked the proverbial wounds she gave them with her verbal strike. 

“Yeesh, tell the woman how you really feel,” Tiffany Razor, the 11-foot-tall lead singer of Tushy Teets, said, leaning against the door to Francesca’s walk-in closest, unphased by her insult but socially aware of the rawness of it. 

“Ideologue has a nice ring to it, I think, one of the better insults I’ve been called,” Artemis Inferno, the 12-foot-tall leader of the Morning Thunder Gang, commented, standing in front of the front door, her wide frame preventing even a hint of the door frame to be seen, as she was more bemused by the comment than anything. 

“I’m not too happy with being called an opportunist,” Eshana Jha, the 8-foot-11-inch owner of Okai Bar and Grill, pouted. Sitting on the edge of the monstrous triple Alaskan king bed in the center of the room, sitting next to her was none other than the Mayor of Stone Cloud, Kennedy Plump, just as tall but practically giggling at being called out so accurately. 

“If the shoe fits, hehe!” Plump said, not phased in the least. 

“Agreed!” Terri Melancholy, the most recent addition to this crew of curvaceous conspirators, stood beside Francesca, too bereft of shame to be phased by any insult directed at her character. 

“Where do I fall under, then, Yampi?” Francesca asked, walking over to Vicky, face blank and eyes squinted, like a predator waiting for her prey to slip up before striking. 

“... you're a child, Francesca, and you always have in the decade I have known you. A kid who scrapped their knee once and, instead of letting it heal, kept picking at it and using unhelpful balms till it became something rotten and infected by pride and unproductive greed that will cost you a leg, if not worse, in the long run, I reckon.” Vicky said, her expression unchanged as all the color drained from Francesca’s face with what she had just said. 

“...” Francesca stood in silence, face aghast and, for once, at a loss for words. An uncomfortable silence filled the room. No one was brave enough to bring their egoistical ringleader back to reality, except her husband, Cooper Biron, standing at the farthest end of the room, meant to look pretty and nothing more, felt the urge to bring his wife back to reality. 

“It’s okay, mistress, maybe you sh-” Cooper started to say, standing right behind her, grabbing her fist-clenched hand, before, like a lightning strike, Francesca slammed her ass down onto him, instantly lodging him between her ass, and letting out an 8-second room-roaring ass rip that thoroughly squashed any awkwardness (and cleanliness) in the atmosphere. 

SQUASH!!!
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“Ah! Much better! Thanks, husband~” Francesca said, face lighter and suddenly back to form, giving her ass, now host to Cooper, only his feet peeking out from between her cheeks, a playful jiggle before turning her attention back to Vicky, confidence restored. 

“So hot~” Terri commented, practically drooling at what happened beside her. 

“You’ve always been a cynic, Vicky, but honest. I can respect that. If you think this is not worth your time or money, fine. What can we do to make it worth your while, hm?” Francesca asked, pride wounded but her practicality winning out. She needed Vicky for her schemes and was willing to make sacrifices to facilitate this alliance. Vicky, eyebrow raised, turned her attention to the other women in the room, gazing firmly at three of them. 

“...Artemis, Eshana, Terri, does Francesca here speak for you? Do you want to make this worth my while?” 

“Hell ya,”
“Of course,”
“Within reason,” They all said. The unity of this cause brightens Francesca up a little more. Everyone but Vicky was on her side, and hopefully, soon her. 

“I have a laundry list of executives from rival companies trying to squash my company from expanding to the West Coast. I need the Morning Thunders to squash back, HARD. I will give you a list, and your girls will handle them, right?” Vicky declared to Artemis, the massive biker briefly scowling at the command before returning to a neutral expression. 

“Right,”

“Eshana, we have had a mutually beneficial relationship for years, but if my resources take a hit from this, so will yours. I will push for a 5% price point increase for all the food disturbed to your restaurants and affiliates; you will not contest it, clear?” She continued. The large restaurant owner rubbed her arm, and her eyes fell to the ground, but she nodded in agreement. 

“...clear,”

“Terri…I want your brother with me for my winter and spring sojourns to my vacation homes this year. A few weeks of his time, for a few years of my cooperation in this cabal of ours, deal?”  Vicky asked, her face red as Terri gave a full mouth smile at her request. 

“I have no doubt he will be throbbing at the prospect, Vicky. I will call when I get a confirmation,” Terri said, nearly laughing her response after what Vicky had demanded from her associates.

“Marvelous, now I plan to leave. You all have my contact information. Let me know when my demands are met, and I will provide everything you require. I will have a quick drink, perhaps a quick fuck (if someone at this damn party is finally interested), and return home. I will leave you ladies to your scheming,” Vicky concluded, walking over to Artemis, the massive biker blocking the door and, after a brief exchanged nod between the two, had the door opened for her and left the gigantic woman feeling smaller than any of them had felt in years. 
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“GOD I HATE THAT BITCH!!!” Francesca screamed at the top of her lungs, her ass following suit with a 15-second roar of sulfur that practically shouted in chorus with her, Cooper’s legs dangling out from her cheeks like a kite from the force of her flatulence the entire time. 

“You wanted an investor, Frannie! She was the biggest fish who would hear us out! We should have all the capital we need for the next phase.” Mayor Plump reassured, hardly phased by what transpired. 

“SO condescending, so above all this, she was literally the shortest person in this room!” Francesca ranted, pacing back and forth as she fumed.

“I mean, not really…” Tiffany said, gesturing to Cooper, his leg flailing from his wife’s rear end. 

“WHATEVER…thank you for having my back,” Francesca said, calming down enough to give Artemis, Eshana, and Terri their due. 

“Consider it a favor done and owed. I have a demand for sending my girls seven states away to squash some cali-creeps,” Artemis said, tone stern and not up for negotiation,

“Same,” Eshana echoed, more shaken but clearly in need of reciprocity for her loss of profit. 

“Very well, name it.” 

“Tess. She needs a job.” 

“I already pay her bills; why the change?” Francesca asked. Francesca had done much to make Artemis and, by extension, the Morning Thunders as loyal to her as possible. She provided custom clothing, motorcycles, bribes to the police and politicians, Tess Inferno’s rent, and a generous monthly stipend for the lesser Inferno to live off of. 

“She’s…needs a distraction. My damn niece is going to get wrapped up in this war you're going to have me lead, and I can’t be looking out for her and my sister’s dumbass the entire time. I don’t need you to make her a do-nothing executive at one of your companies; she already has a big enough head. Get something retail adjacent, maybe? A gig to make her sweat but nothing she can, like, kill someone doing, deal?” Artemis asked a more stern, maternal instinct in her showing for the cabal to see. It was a reasonable ask and, to Francesca’s view, would cost her nothing but a conversation or two, and she knew just the person who would bend over backward with some sweet talking. 

“Well, Ms.Esmond will soon have a vacancy at her bookstore. After some convincing, I think she would be happy to have her. Consider it done. And you, Eshana?” 

“A 10% boost in the money laundering profits through my restaurants, and we call it squares,” Eshana asked. Francesca's many ill-gotten gains moved through many fronts, including Eshana’s restaurants, which got a small, soon to be large, cut herself.  

“Deal. Despite the attitude, this was, as you said, a success. Every pawn has moved as we predicted, and then some. Zac has joined you Plump, pussy-whipped, and ready to please. His azure-haired accomplice is thoroughly distracted and contributing to our biggest normalization method yet; Izzy has the girl of her dreams (and is primed to be the face of our influencer disinformation war), and much more. Are there any other motions we should bring forth?”

“...” Went everyone in unanimous silence. 

“Excellent, now. I don’t know about you all, but I could use some time to blow off steam. Would you all care to join~?” Francesca asked, tone dripping with sensuality; it made the meaning behind it impossible to ignore. And it was, of course, met with resounding approval from all in the room.

“Why not~.”
“Of course~”
“Do you have to ask? Yes!”

“Marvelous, and I have just the toy for the job, right, honey?” She continued, monstrous ass unclenching just a bit to allow Cooper, shimming out from her other half’s bountiful behind, had his head and shoulders emerge, lathered with sweat (most of which was not his own) but smiling all the same. 

“Yep!”

“Good answer as always~ Now, get on all fours in a circle, girls. We're playing fart ball!” Francesca declared, all the massive women practically leaping onto the ground, circling up, bodies pointed outwards and asses inwards, their collective butt blubber practically creating a sealed-off dome of pure fat, as they readied themselves to start the game.

“Ready?” Francesca asked the room, gut-churning as she prepared the starting “throw.” 

“Ready!” The rest of the room went in chorus, even Cooper, as he tensed and readied himself mentally for his staple big girl game he’d been made the “ball” of. 

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“WOAH!!!” Cooper yelped, sent rocketing out from his wife’s ass by a brief 8-second brap that blasted out like a grenade, the air briefly smelling of burnt bread and sulfur, Cooper’s nose stinging from the sensation before his body submerged head first into the ass parallel to Francesca’s, none other than Eshana’s, her bronze booty bouncing like jello from the muscular man’s sudden emergence in the deepest confines of her rear. 

SLORP!!!

“Ooh-hoo-hoo! This husband of yours fits good, Frannie!” Eshana giggled, face red as she felt Cooper’s face grind up against her (literal) cake-crumbed asshole. She swung in the direction of women, romantically and sexually, but was able to effectively dissociate in Cooper’s case as nothing but a toy to enjoy with her massive sexy partners in crime. 

“MRMPH YMPH!!!!” Cooper yelled out from Eshana’s ass, the exact meaning of his mumbling lost from the amount of fat he had to speak through. 

“I have half a mind just to keep him there! But, I would never call myself a selfish lover~ BOMBS AWAY!!” She declared, face tightening as she summoned up her “throw.”

Cooper, face deep in the squalid confines of this smiley restaurateur, giggled in anticipation. “Fart Ball” was a rare but sexy game he’d only had the pleasure of experiencing twice in his life, once back in college at a sorority kegger (the very place he met his wife, in fact). The other was at a Morning Thunder orgy Francesca brought him along for (that game lasted 6  hours and ended with him painted brown). 

The game was almost an endurance game of catch, where the big girls either kept going till someone lacked the gas to shoot the “ball” out, or the ball could not be shot without a proper bowel movement. It was overwhelming to a normal person within the first minute, but to a freak like Cooper, this was heaven, and he was the angel sent flying through incredibly forceful Big Girl farts. 

FFFFFFFFFAAAAAAASSSSSSSUUPPPPPPTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!

Eshana let slip a brief but bassy 6-second shot of gas, channeled like a forceful funnel that blasted Cooper out from her butt like a mortar. The scantily glad trophy husband flew in an arc, hair tickling the ceiling before he came crashing down. He was almost on a collision course for the floor if not for the quick dive of none other than Tiffany, falling to her stomach so her ass was waiting for Cooper to fall into, his entire upper body getting clasped between her cheeks, his pelvis up flailing out from her crack like an erratic tail.  

“Good height, but a bit weak there, Eshana. I can do better, right cutie?” Tiffany said, pinching Cooper’s ass before, like the maw of a beast, she began to contract her ass around him, gobbling his greased-up body into the depths of her ass in seconds till only the balls of his feet were visible. 

SLORP!!!

“MRMPH!!” Cooper groaned out, the tight confines of Tiffany’s tush. He had a serving size of more than a few rears in his time and could tell the uniqueness of each with only moments of being mashed between them.
 Francesca’s was perfect: a water bed of ambrosia that left him always wanting more. Eshana’s was oddly inviting yet clingy, easy to enter, difficult to leave. Tiffany’s was greedy, a black hole that refused to exit and crushed anything it got its hands on. The feeling was not unpleasant to a masochist like Cooper, although he was worried how much force Tiffany would have to toot to shoot him loose. 

“No idea what you said, dude, but here’s my answer,” Tiffany smiled, butthole bloating like a balloon in Cooper’s face as, in a matter of moments, did he receive a 10-second bazooka blast of brap that blasted clean out of the rockstar’s rump like a rocket!

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“WO-HO-AHHH!!!” Cooper yelped, the bizarre sensation of fluttering through the air from a Big Girl fart feet first discombobulating him before being received by a familiar fanny: Terri Melancholy’s. 

SLORPP!

“Welcome to your vacation home! You always have an abode up my rear end, that I promise! It’s practically your second home after Frannie’s railing earlier, hehe! Although, no less, well, EXPLOSIVE, my behind, you see~” Terri gloated; the familiar folds of her fanny were a fine place for Cooper to be in, if only for a few seconds, before, in a soul-sucking, body rocking rectal roar, did she unleash a 15-second shart that shot the smaller man cleanout. 
SSSSSSSSSSSSLLLLLLLLLLLLUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“GOD-” Was all Cooper could conjure, utterly incapable of yelling anything further before the last ass yet to taste him gobbled him up, the expansive, ebony head rear of Stonecloud. 

SLORRP!!!!

“Welcome to the mayoral mass I call, MY ASS! HA!” Mayor Plump giggled, hardly even able to tell Francesca’s boy toy-turned-husband slotted up her shithole, going off the sound of his scream more than the sensation. Cooper had the exact opposite problem; he could feel too much of her. The legendary blubber of Mayor Plump was like tar. No matter what the masochistic man did, her sweaty, shit-caked crevices sank him deeper and deeper. The air Cooper was afforded was stale, reminiscent of an old toilet, forgotten and unflushed. It was hardly any wonder some of the younger participants in his peculiar game found the politician's gags old and tired. 

“BOO!” Tiffany bellowed, never lacking in the will to speak her mind. 

“Oh shut up, it was funny! My fanny is always funny. It got me the vote, after all! But enough campaigning, time for farting!” Kennedy declared, collapsing what little room Cooper had to thrash with a quick clench, turning her metaphorical tar pit into a gun barrel. Cooper braced, ready to be flung free with a forceful fart… Only for the gun to jam, and instead, felt the entirety of Plump’s patootie pulsate from internal backup. 

*GURGLE!!* *GURGLE!!* GURGLE!!

“Oh, and it will be a big one!” Plump continued, arm clasped around her gut as she felt all her intestinal effort put toward pulling out what would no doubt be a building clearer of a brap…

GGGGGGGGGGGGUUUUUUURRRRRRRRGLE!!!!!!!

“HERE GOES EVERYTHING FRANCESCA!!” Plump proclaimed, everyone in the room looking towards the politician, waiting to see the payoff to this prolonged poot. Chief among them was none other than Coop; his entire body collapsed, crushed between hundreds of pounds of Plump plush, yet his face was that of utter euphoria, ready to be sent soaring back to the love of life. It would be less soaring, however, and more shot like a cruise missile carried at speeds that made his eyes tear up as he was force-fed up Francesca’s ass from a shit-stinking, 30-second room wrecker that upended almost everything in the room. 

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRHHHHHTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!

SSSSSSSSSSSLLLLLLOOOOORRRRPPPP!!!!

“JESUS CHRIST!!!!” Francesca shouted. Her facade exploded as the mother (or father) of all suppositories was sent into the deepest depths of her bowels, her gut growing with the sudden occupant. She never planned to be a mother, but suddenly knew what it felt like (she imagined). 

“MRMPHH!!!” Cooper croaked, utterly consumed by his other half’s insides. He hardly saw it coming. His body bulldozed through her butthole and into the depths of her derriere, darkness and the sounds of her intestines turning his only comfort besides the undigested stink and wet heat that left him boiling.

“FUCK!!!” Francesca said, rising to her feet, hands around her gut, as the squirms of her smaller half made her squeamish. She was kinky, but this was perhaps pushing her peculiar sexual interests to their limits.

“Are you good, Francesca?” Eshana asked, standing up as well, her joy diminished by a sudden heat of concern for her friend. 

“Oh, oh y-yeah,” Francesca stammered, sweat beading down her brow as she attempted to adjust to the nearly 200 extra pounds closer to her guts than she’d prefer. It was hardly a fun time for her…until Cooper made it. He was more into this predicament than she was, humping away at her insides to bring himself a bit of thrill after being the object of it all evening.  

“I Practically shot a missile up your asshole! You good?” Plump said, turning around, hoping she hadn't ruined her friend's (and benefactor’s) fun, only to find the exact opposite; Francesca’ face was turning red, face drooling as she was feeling feasting on the most bizarre sexual stimuli of her life. 

“Fantastic~” Francesca giggled, giving her husband even more motivation with a firm pat of her gut, roughly where his rear was, as he kept grinding his meat into her insides. 

“I’ll have what she’s having, with seconds and thirds!” Terri smiled, thrilled at this fetishistic situation, and, not so secretly, wished she could enjoy it too. 

“Indeed!” Inferno added, just as fascinated. It was all so much Francesca wished she could just collapse to the ground and rub one out right then and there. She had guests to entertain, and business was always before pleasure, and it was time Cooper left her lower intestine. So, with a pouted face and a mighty push, Francesca pounded out an 8-second poot she hoped would pull her partner out. 

FFFFFFFFFFFAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!

The smell was nauseating. Cooper was in the direct line of fire, closer even, literally in the barrel of the bullet getting blasted. A sulfurous stench of rotten veggies and forgotten eggs out in the sun sent him reeling, but he barely moved an inch. It would take a lot more to push him out. It also met as per the rules of Fart Ball. Francesca won, and it only took one round (and the legendary flatulence of one corrupt mayor) to make it happen! 

“Oh, I think that might be a challenge. I believe my darling husband will be up there for a while. It appears I won already!” Francesca declared, ready to rest on her laurels, opening the door, only to hear her cabal caterwauling for more. 

“AH!”
“I didn't even get to go!”
“We barely got started!” Tiffany, Artemis, and Plump went. The rest of the group, while more stoic of their number, also flashed faces of dissatisfaction, clearly hoping to make more of a sport of it. Francesca was anything if not accommodating, but her boytoy was too close to home to relinquish. It was a spot of luck she opened the door as, in the corner of her eye, emerging from one of the bathrooms, was the bouncing booty of none other than Kat Inferno, her green hair wrapped in a white towel and anime t-shirt barely affixed to her torso after a much-needed shower. 

“No problem, ladies, I spy a proper replacement for you!” Francesca smiled, leaning out, and, at light speed, snatched Kat up and tossed her into the middle of the room, the massive asses of the wealthiest women at this party surrounding her like hungry wolves ready to pounce (and even more eager to howl). 

“FUCK DID I JUST GET ROPED INTO?!!?” Kat bellowed, eyes starting from monstrous butt to monstrous butt, landing on the familiar fiery fanny of her aunt, who brought her butt closer, its rancid scent tickling against her nose as the Inferno butt that once out-stank a herd of cows was ready to crash into her. 

“My Niece? Eh, I’ve played with worse,” Artemis shrugged, hardly bothered by the notion. After all, she had had Kat up her butt for a month as part of her initiation before having Tess keep her for longer, and was more than a little perturbed she never got to feel Cooper crushed in her squalid ass. 

“Wait, I just showered! I don’t want—” Kat started to protest, only to find a massive wad of cash tossed into her opened hand, courtesy of Francesca. 

“-I’ll pay you six hundred and sixty-nine dollars to keep them all entertained,” 

“-Deal,” 

“Excellent! Now enjoy, girls! I—” Francesca began, half out the door, only to feel a pound of a fist against her lower stomach. Cooper was clearly able to hear all the fat between his ears and the outside world, even through her. 

“-MRMPH!!!!”

“Apologies, love. We have one last meeting tonight. Enjoy!” Francesca corrected, closing the door as she headed off to the last get-together she had planned for tonight. Kat, meanwhile, tossed her cash to a nearby dresser, not wanting to soil her new body pillow money as, like a familiar toy returned to a near-feral beast, Artemis's stanky, sweaty slobber butt maw open up on either side of her, ready to chew her up and toss her out in this demented game of catch. 

“Come here, Kitty. Let your aunty Artemis start things off,” Artemis cooed, turning her head and curling her finger inward as she made her niece willingly walk right into her carnivorous crevice. 

“Ugh,” Kat sighed, eyes closed as she did what she was told, and her entire body got swallowed in familial fanny for her effort. Kat was paid big but had no way of knowing this game would last more than just a few minutes, more than a half an hour, almost close to five hours of sheer flatulent firepower as she was made the game of anal catch to some incredibly gassy, huge assed horny women, who, to celebrate their cabal coming to play, made her the entertainment for hours and hours to come. 
FFFFFFFFRRRRRRSSSSSSAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!
SSSSSSSSSSSSSLLLLLLLLLLUUUUUUUUURRRRRPPPHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
BBBRRRRAAAAABBBBRRRRRRSSSSSSLLLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!

…

“See Edda? Once again, I am never wrong,” Zac smiled, practically glowing from the series of successes, both professional and sexual, the two of them had just experienced. In addition to the lovely Rose and stunning Jesse, the two best friends had all convened in one of the cleaner guest rooms, smiling and exchanging words of victory from their conquests. 

“I mean, the brochure’s card stock wasn't that great,” Edda said, pulling out the brochure from her breast pocket.  

“I mean, look at us! All we had to do was fornicate with our future employers, and we got some incredible job opportunities! Right once again, I am, huh?” Zac smiled, which, with playful affection, earned a face full of Edda fanny and a flaming 10-second fart that practically singed his eyebrows. 

FFFFFFFFFFAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLPPPPPTTTTT!!!!!!!

“Yeah yeah Bitch baby, your so smart, hehe. Now, if you're done feeling so fucking superior, maybe stop bragging and start asking Rose if she’s cool with all this,” Edda pointed out, gesturing to Rose and Jesse, leaned up against the wall in the corner, lips locked and full of steam after being a part for so long. It seemed neither were too engaged in Zac and Edda's chatter. 

“*COUGH* Right yeah-AHEM-So, your cool with it Rose? Is it really okay with me putting in my two weeks? I can alw-” Zac started, his doubts resurfacing with Edda’s needling, but soon got squashed with Rose’s room clearer of an ass-ripe, the stench of burnt honey and spoiled strawberries made for a stomach-turningly sweet reminder she was engaged in the conversation even when locking lips with her other half. 

BBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRAAAAPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!

“Don’t you MHAWW!!!! Dare!” Rose declared, taking Jesse in her arms, the princess carrying her over to the other two, still kissing but ready to make her friend make the right decision. 

“Take. The. Job! It’s a massive opportunity!” Rose continued, tapping Zac on the nose with each punctuation. 

“Yeah, but-” Zac began, only to be met with Rose’s mattress-mashing ass, her pale blubber and sweat-soaked shorts practically emanating visible heat. 
“NO BUTS! EXCEPT MY BUTT!!! HEHE!!” Rose attempted a joke, and her punchline was delivered with a powerful 8-second poot that effectively silenced Zac with the stench of burning feces and decomposing fruit. 

BBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!

“What the love of my life is saying, we will all still be friends, no matter what. This is not a betrayal. It would be one if we had a falling out over you leaving the bookstore.” Jesse added the trail of slobber dripping down her chin did not undercut her point in the least. 

“Exactly. I could not be happier for you, Zac. Go on, do it! Take the mayor's offer!” 

“*Sniff* Alright!” Zac said, his apathy nearly broken at the sincerity of this moment, fighting back the urge to try, especially since he was wearing a broken Halloween penguin mask. It was no wonder Edda went in for a gentle hug from behind to comfort him. 

“AND YOU, EDDA, OH MY GOD!” Rose said, excited for her blue-haired counterpart, calling it more explosive articulation. 

I KNOW!!! I’m gonna work…on FUCKING VENUS DAWN, BITCH!!” Edda said back, Zac’s ears ringing from his friend’s sudden shouting. 

“EEEEHHHHH!!!! Get in here!” Rose smiled, throwing herself into Edda for a hug, the two embracing in a passionate bear-hug, practically thrashing one another about in glee! The same could not be said for Zac or Jesse, caught in the crossfire and faces plastered to one another, as the two got  smooshed deep into Edda and Rose’s (respectively) tits and guts, nothing but stickers on each big girl’s bulbous bodies. 

SQUASH!!!
SQUASH!!!

“I’m SO proud of you! Your big break!!! You deserve it!” Rose continued, looking at her blue-haired friend, smiling as wide and ecstatic as possible, with as much joy and love as her heart could give. It was nearly overwhelming to a cynical neet like Edda, but she still appreciated it with all her heart. 

“T-thanks, Rose; I would have never had the balls to get this far without you!” Edda said, recalling how she did not even want to talk to the Venus Dawn devs when the two spotted them. 

“Awe! No need to thank me! That was all you! All I did was give you a nudge…kinda like what I’m feeling right now—OH MY GOD, SORRY GUYS!!” Rose said, suddenly unlocking her arms from around Edda, allowing Zac and Jesse, the back of their thinner frames still stuck to their respective Big Girl’s bellies and boobs, a moment to breathe and get some words in edge-wise. 

“Group hugs are great—” Zac said, only for Jesse to take it from there.  

“Especially when you're sandwiched between them, hehe, " she concluded. The room was warm with mutual love and friendship, and considering all the good news that had come to everyone here, it felt only fitting that some celebration was in order. 

“So, we gonna fucking celebrate or-” Edda started, only for the door to suddenly slam open, a massive bronze-tanned leg kicking it open, and two bombshell figures swiftly entering the room and throwing the door back closed. 

“LOOK WHO I BROUGHT Y’ALL?!” Katherine Goldhaus, golden-haired all-around sex goddess, declared, gesturing to the lead guitarist of Tushy Teets and one of her oldest friends, Izzy Zipper. 

“Hey Bitches! We fucking or what!?!” Izzy declared, Katherine and her strutting into the room like they owned the place, their wild energy sucking out the vibes in an instant. 

“Oh! Hi Izzy!” Rose said, waving and blushing at the hot pink-haired rockstar, their threeway with Tiffany still fresh in her mind. 

“Hi, cutie-patootie~ You all know me, Izzy Zipper; some of you might know me by a different name, though, Isabella,” Izzy said, earning confused looks from all but Zac, who, with as much strength and will and his scrawny body could muster, popped himself off Edda and onto the floor, head jutting up to look Izzy in the eyes, suddenly putting the mental image together of the mousy Isabella from High School and the technicolor musician in front of him. 

“HOLY SHIT!” Zac said aloud, the realization hitting him like a ton of bricks, to the mutual smirks of Izzy and Katherine. 

“Yep, Zac! It is. My old partner in sports crimes is now my partner in sex crimes, hehe,” Katherine joked, grabbing a handful of Izzy’s ballooning behind and giving her a sideways hug. The two were already very into one another. 

“Not your best word play…,” Zac groaned, his writer ears offended by Katherine’s poor attempt at wordsmith. 

“Shut up, buttrag. I loved it like I do—” Izzy started to say, trying to defend Katherine as best she could, only for the massive personal trainer to steer the conversation in another direction suddenly. 

“-Anywho! I got a text y’all are gonna fuck and run? Without me? Zac, and maybe you, biker babe, I am offended!!” Katherine said, holding out her phone and showing a text from an unnamed contact on her phone. 

“None of us fucking sent that!! Who did, though?” Edda clarified and asked aloud, and as the universe waited just for the right moment to give her an answer, the door to this room swung open once more, revealing the mastermind of everything that had occurred tonight: Francesca (and Cooper, still tucked away in her guts). 

“Hellooo, my sweet little guests! I see you are all here, and I am fashionably late! I hope my orgy has serviced your needs, professional, personal, sexual, and all of the above!” Francesca opened with, putting her businesswoman flourish on her words, kicking the door closed behind her as she addressed six seemingly random but all too important guests within. 

“Well, I can’t argue there…” Edda grumbled, unable to deny this night, slow start notwithstanding, was a slam dunk. 

“Splendid! Praise from Ms.Mayne is praise earned indeed! Now then, at the end of this eventful evening, I felt it right to give you all my attention-” Francesca continued, with her point suddenly being interrupted by her entombed husband, her stomach bouncing from the internal pounds of Cooper. 

“MRPMP!!!”

“OUR attention! Everyone present made everything I hoped this evening possible in one way or another, and I wanted to thank you all sincerely for that,” Francesca said. Her word choice was a bit strange, but the appreciation she expressed through them was genuine enough in everyone’s ears. 

“Cryptic,” Jesse commented, shrugging at the implications (as she already had a good enough idea of being a Morning Thunder member). 

“Told you it was an evil plan,” Edda said flatly, nudging Zac, who nodded in agreement. 

“Wait, is she evil? I just thought she was hot,” Katherine asked, out of the loop of who Francesca is outside the gym, only being her trainer and nothing closer. 

“Those are not mutually exclusive,” Izzy giggled. The entire room’s chatter visibly got under Francesca’s skin. 

“Ha! aren't you all FUNNY?! But, to thank you all properly, I have, let's call it, a boon~” Francesca smiled, her bulbous behind pointed toward the rest of the room, gut rumbling like a volcano as, with hope in her heart and fire in her gut, unleashed an utterly monstrous forty-second cheek clapper of a fart that, in addition to utterly dominating the room’s atmosphere in her greasy, fetid funk that made everyone’s eyes burn, served as the perfect blast to unleash Cooper from the depths of her ass!

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!

“Let’s have sex, y’all!” Cooper declared, body flung free of her larger partner’s insides, body slick in anal juices, but no worse for wear as he practically knee slides out from Francesca’s fanny, arms stretched out and ready for whatever came next. 

“YES! COME HERE COOP! SMOOCH SMOOCH SMMMOOOOCHHHH!!!!” Edda screamed, lunging at Cooper and barraging him in kisses and slobber in an instant, picking him up and taking him to the back corner of the room. 

“Hey, Zac~” Izzy smiled, circling the smaller man, putting a firm hand on each of his shoulders. 

“About time Izzy here got a taste of you…after being marinated in my ass for a bit, don’t you think?” Katherine said as she pulled her shorts down to expose her gold-tanned, sweat-soaked ass, cheeks spread, and the plush but firm cavern waiting to consume Zac.

“...Okay~” Zac chirped, surrendering to the moment. Izzy hardly had to push to lodge him face-first into Katherine’s butt, the bulbous bronze booty meat, just as muscular as it was fat, effortlessly flexed Zac inside, swallowing him whole in an instant. Zac was met with the familiar fragrance of Katherine’s inner ass, her booty sweat drenching him, the BO lulling him into near-sleep, and, like on queue, her sharts stunning him to be at her mercy. 

SLORP!!!!
SSSSSSSAAAAAARRRPPPPHHHHHTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!
“So hot, babe,” Izzy commented, giving her Amazonian lover a firm slap on the ass with a suggestive wink.  

“I know~ Come here while we let your meal stew~ SMOOCH!!!” Katherine said, taking Izzy by the arms and immediately locking lips. 

All that was left unpartnered was the host of this sorted night, Francesca, and the dualistically to-die-for couple, Rose and Jesse, who looked at one another, the social pressure to “do it” growing with each lip slap from the two other pairings in the room. 

“Well then! Jesse, Rose, are you amenable to a three-way?” Francesca asked flat-out, wanting to be respectful at least. 

“I-I could! About you, Jesse?” Rose admitted that she found Francesca physically attractive but not so much in personality. 

“A good way to end a night, I’d say! Sure!” Jesse grinned, always up to be smothered by massive ladies. 

“Excellent! I say, let’s take the bed quickly before the others get wise to the fact that the floor is rarely a keen place for coitus, and here, I got a prototype (more an iteration of another outfit I tried earlier) I’d like to try~” Francesca said, directing the couple to the bed, the two sitting on the edge. At the same time, Francesca began to dig through the sex toy closest, spending an entire minute excavating human-sized dildos and roleplaying outfits before finding the titillating treasure: A lemon-yellow latex body suit with many bottle-sized lumps across the length and two massive, mushroom-top-esque protrusions on the head and in place of the feet. 

“A gimp suit?” Jesse asked, familiar with many fetish paraphernalia but perplexed by the odd additions of this one. 

“A double-ended human dildo suit! A delightfully spongy latex body suit with condensed protrusions on the head and feet to simulate a Big-Person grade dildo! It is not easy to walk around in (we’re working on it), but it is perfect for some kinky fun!” Francesca outlined, her voice taking a tone similar to a venture capitalist pitching to investors. It sold Jesse, at least, who practically tore it out of Francesca’s hands and began to put it on. 

“I’m in (literally)! Help me get in, babe?” Jesse asked. Rose quickly followed her lover’s lead, hoisting the smaller biker up and slipping her in, affixing a series of latex straps across the length of the jack, sealing all but the eyes and mouth in a yellow rubbery material. 

“Okay! I’m ready, ladies! Use me! Abuse me! Make me wet!” Jesse declared, salivating at what was to come. 

“No Abuse! Only smothering love~” Rose giggled, undoing her shirt and shimming off her pants, getting on her hands and knees, her mattress-sized ass expanding out from the edge of the bed, waiting to “receive” Jesse. 

“Maybe a little abuse on my end~,” Francesca said, undressing just as quickly, just as ready and eager to take charge of this threesome. Jesse would need to get inserted somehow, so Francesca, picking Jesse up by the waist and, like she was tossing an umbrella into a car trunk, slammed the ebony dildo headfirst into Rose’s awaiting rear, being rewarded with a 15-second blazing blast of ass that ran right into Jesse’s mouth!

SLORP!!!
FFFFFFFLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAPPPPPHHHTTTT!!!!

“MRPMH!!!!” Jesse wailed in ecstasy. She had mainlined Rose’s ass rips hundreds, maybe even thousands of times now, but they never failed to get her going. The suit was constricting; the fabric felt vacuum-sealed around every crease and crevice, but that was not bad. It was even a turn-on, doubled in the fact half of Jesse’s body was pressed in the plush embrace of her lover. The familiar funk of Rose’s rump was a fantastic aphrodisiac, and, with her fingers flexing across her clitoris, she suddenly felt her “dick-headed” feet get manipulated. 

It was Francesca’s turn, body pointed the other direction as Rose, Jesse’s (dick head covered) feet sticking straight out, and, with a thrust of her hips and collision of her ass with Rose’s, inserted the remainder of Jesse's body right into her asscrack, unleashing the steaming stink bomb that, from a small hole in the tip of the dick, traveled straight into Jesse’s face. 

SLORRP!!!
BBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAPPPPPPTTTTTT!!!!!


“Oh! I think she likes it!” Rose giggled, feeling the squirms and licks of Rose in her inner ass, knowing (after years of “exploration”) when her movements were from pleasure and not pain, 

“A glowing review already, eh? The R&D department will be almost as thrilled as I am~.” Francesca squealed, the sensation of Rose’s strong feet wiggling in her anus, a perfect human vibrator, slow but strong and deliberate. It made her dream of the possibilities she could try with Cooper and how much money she (or soon, the Melancholys) would make off them. 

Jesse was having a blast, too. It was strange, like kayaking down two opposing currents while being the kayak, but she liked the challenge. 

Jesse knew Rose’s preferences like no other, her upper body moving quickly and with as much tongue as she could muster. Francesca was new, but she seemed to have the correct guess of what the rich bitch wanted, working her constricted legs away like she was doing leg curls. It was just as much a workout for her as it was for the two massive ladies, their anus collapsing and thrusting around her at breakneck speed. 

PLAP!!! PLAP!!!
PLAP!!! PLAP!!! 

“OH! FASTER! FASTER PLEASE!!!” Rose yelled, Jesse not missing a beat at her lover's request, and her shredded core and experienced tongue moving as fast as she could manage. Rose, nearly at climax already, rewarded her lover with a blessing of blood-pumping braps that, while peeling the paint and staining the bedspread in seconds, left Jesse just as aroused. 

PLAP!!! PLAPP!!! PLAPPP!!!!
FFFFFFFFOOOOOOOORRRRRLLLLLLPPPPPPHHHHTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!
PPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHRRRRRRSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!
BBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLURRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!
SSSSSSSRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!

“YES-OH!!-Give it to me!!!” Francesca bellowed, sweat beading down her brow and upper lip bitten so hard she was about to draw blood. Jesse was working magic; her powerful dick-decked-out legs were loosening everything: her calm, her lust, her bowls, and her decorum. 

PLAP!!! PLAPP!!! PLAPPP!!!!
SSSSSSSOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRAAAAPPPPPHHHHHHTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!

“MRMPH!!! I AM IN LOV-MURPHH!!!” Rose said, over the edge and ready to let it ALL Out. 

“FUCK YESSS YES YEEESSSSS!!!!!” Francesca added, just about ready to unleash the same. Jesse, silent in her duo-derriere drilling, was close to the edge as her lover (and guest), and, using the last of her energy, plowed as fast as hard she could and was rewarded with fifteen-second dual geysers of gas and shit that utterly ruined the bed, and left all everyone satisfied. 

PLAP!!! PLAPP!!! PLAPPP!!!! 
PLAP!!! PLAPP!!! PLAPPP!!!!

SSSSSSSSSSSSLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAARRRRRRPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHOOOOOORRRPPPPPPHTTTTTT!!!!!!!!
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
…

FFFRRRRRPPPPPPHHHHTTTT!!!!
SSSSSUUURRRPPPHHHTTT!!!!!!!!!!
BBBRRRAAAUUUPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!

“MHAW!!! SMOOOCH!!! You think he’s ready?” Izzy asked, pulling away from Katherine’s lips. The two were sitting in the room’s cuck chair, or more accurately, Katherine was, while the rockstar was sitting in the personal trainer’s plush thighs, enjoying the constant second-hand stream of farts. The beefy stank was glorious, rich, and utterly nose-clogging. It was a great appetizer, but Izzy was ready for the “main course.”

“Better smell check him,” Katherine said, leaning herself forward, ass stuck out so her buttcrack was exposed and, with a brief clench, popped out a concussive 6-second poot that pulled Zac’s upper body clean out of her sweaty cheeks, face drenched and body steaming with stank. 

PPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAARRTTTTTT!!!!’

“GAH!!!” Zac gasped, taking in as much “relatively” clean air as he could claw into his lungs. Izzy, leaning down to Zac, took a deep long whiff, eyes practically glowing as all she got was pure Katherine butt BO on the smaller man. 

“*SNIFF* Yep, he’s ready!”

“I feel like a pickle COUGH,” Zac croaked, letting these massive(ly horny) ladies do what they pleased with him. Izzy grabbed him by his collar, carefully unloading him from Katherine’s ass crack as the three of them got off the chair, a massive wet spot left in the Amazonian big girl’s wake. Carefully, Zac was placed right back on the chair, his pants undone and underwear brought down to his knees, half-erect cock out on full display, and the larger woman ready to have a taste. 

“Then I can’t wait to take a crunch~,” Katherine said, liking her lips and ripping another ass-roaring fart to add to her point. 

FFFFFFFOOOOOOOOAAAABBBBBBBBBBBTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!

“I’m gonna suck your dick now, ‘kay?” Izzy said, kneeling to the crotch level of the apathetic writer, lips locking down to the base of his Katherine-stank-soaked cock, and, in seconds, began slurping it down like an ice cream pop. 

“‘Kay-WOW!!!” Zac hollered, shocked at the sudden speed and sheer power of Izzy’s blowjob, feeling like his soul was getting vacuumed out. 

“Oral skills like an angel, right? But you are not sitting this one out, Zac. I found a special little gag for us to try!” Katherine said, pulling out a ball gag with a 12-inch phallus jutting out from it. Zac couldn’t even get a word of defiance in (not that he planned to) before the gag was around his head, barely able to move his neck with the foot-long dildo dangling from his mouth. 

“Perfect~” Katherine smiled, planting her legs around Izzy, the colorful-haired rockstar’s face right against her crotch, as she shot her ass back into Zac, her expansive rear collapsing into Zac’s gagged-phallis, plowing his face with her ass, while Izzy guzzled his dick. 

SQUASH!!!
SLORP!!!!

“God, he tastes rank! I love your taste, babe~” Izzy said, pulling away from Zac’s dick for just a moment, a deluge of slobber following her lips, to give her new lover a much-deserved compliment. 
“You always knew how to compliment me~.” Katherine smiled, and the two women shared prolonged eye contact. All the while, Zac’s face was neck deep in Katherine’s ass, eyes stinging from her sweat and neck weak from the amount of bulk bulldozing into him. 

“GHMPR!!!” Zac groaned, on the edge of pleasure and pain, trying to get the other to listen. 

“You said it! HA!” Katherine said, dismissing his pleas and unleashing a one-two combo of a short, torch-lighting five-second toot that sent his senses ablaze and a prolonged, 13-second flash fart that blew his hair back and forced out all the air from his lungs. 

BBBBBBRRRRRAAAAPPPTTTTT!!!!!
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTSSSSSSSSSSSSPPPPPPHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“This gonna be our new thing? “Seasoning” and sucking the life out of guys and gals for one another?” Izzy asked before slotting Zac’s schlong into her esophagus, sucking it down like a yogurt tube. 

“That’s your call! At least Zac is getting the most of it, right, buddy?” Katherine giggled, pulling her ass away from Zac for just a second so that he could add his two cents. 

SLORP!!

“GAH!!! Ye-AHHHH!!” Zac could hardly even squeal before he got another faceful of phat ass and one of soon-to-be many meteoric sharts that left his entire face stained. 

SQUASH!!!
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
…

“-SMOOOOCH!!!! SMOOCH!!!! MMMMHAAAWHHHH!!!! MMMMHAAAWHHHH!!!! MMMMWAHHH!!! MMMMMMMWAH!!! MMMMMWAAAH!!!! MMMWWWAH!!!! MMWAH!!!! MMWAH!!!!” Edda was practically devouring Cooper, the two lying against the wall. Half of the chiseled trophy husband's body had been coated in her spit, but he hardly minded and wanted to take things a bit further. 

“Wo-huh-WOW, you are into kissing, huh?” Cooper asked, breaking away from the blue-haired big girl, only to be bear-hugged right back into it, planting her lips all across his chest. 

“No shit, hehe, MMWAAAH!!!! At least with you~” Edda said, running her tongue across his nipple, savoring his taste. 

“You ready to turn up the heat a little then?” Cooper asked, suddenly being met with Edda’s face being strawberry-red, comforted with one of her biggest sexual fantasies, fucking Cooper, and hardly able to bring a word in at the prospect. 
“I-I-fuck, I mean-” Edda stammered, quickly being cut off by Cooper, his strong arms breaking her grip, as he sat down, legs outstretched, ready to take the lead. 

“Kinda the idea, yeah, hehe. Here, I’ll take a seat over here, take my thong off, and you can do what you want, okay?” He instructed, hooking his thumbs around his thong and, with a quick whip of his wrists, slid them right off, revealing his erect member. Its sheer size, girth, and shaven glory were more than anything Edda’s wet dreams could predict. 

“Yeah,” Edda said, transfixed on Cooper’s cock, unable to look or even think about anything else. 

“Alright, at your own pace, do what’s natural,” Cooper said calmly and with a pose. His submissive nature made relinquishing control the most natural conclusion he could reach. 

“Um yeah, I guess I’ll-” Edda said, slowly, only to swiftly turn around, naked ass pointed right toward his dick and began to jackhammer his entire body into the floor. 

SQUASH!!!
SQUASH!!!!
SQUASH!!!

“WOAH!!!” Cooper yelled, a faceful of slob ass peeling off his skin, but his erection was still in full swing. 

“S-sorry! SHIT, was that too much?” Edda asked, insecurities flaring and the desire to please Cooper nearly all-consuming. 

“Actually, not hard enough~” Cooper smiled. He had been through SO much worse with Francesca, forming being the only man in a fifty-person biker orgy, being Francesca’s thong for an entire marathon, and the time he was put on “toilet duty” for a whole week. He was ready, aroused by the worst, and prepared to endure it. 

“O-uh-oh!!~” Edda grinned, worries melting away at Cooper’s utter confidence. She had nothing to fear, so standing up and, with a mighty leap, brought her full weight down onto Cooper, dick up her anus and his entire body consumed by her butt cheeks, and a mighty, rancid ranch and squalid shit stinking sixteen-second shart to bring it all home!

SQUASH!!!!
SSSSSSSSSSSSSUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHLLLLLLLLAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“OH THAT FELT RIGHT!” Edda yelled, smiling like a maniac as she embraced the kink. This was her wildest dreams made real, so why not get wild?

“Gre-*COUGH* great! Keep at it! Do whatever you want! I am all yours,” Cooper reassured, weakly bringing a thumbs up as he braced for whatever his large, slobbish friend could throw at him. 

“Oh, you do not realize how long I have waited to hear those words,” Edda smiled, standing back up and, in a brutal five-minute gauntlet, slammed down and back up onto him, denting the wooden floor under them and painting the wall behind them a sickly greenish brown from the shotguns of sharts she unleashed with each insertion of his demanding dick into her anus. 

SQUASH!!!
BBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SQUASH!!!!
PPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SQUASH!!!!
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“You good, handsome?” Edda asked confidently each time she threw it back! She was living a dream, riding a sense of euphoria, and ready to unleash everything she had onto him. 

“Y-yeah~” Cooper groaned, pre-gum (and ass funk) oozing off his phallus as he felt close to climax. 

“Awesome, now open that mouth, hunk. I got one hell of a finale for ya~” Edda grinned, getting on her knees and inserting his dick into her butthole, clapping her ass and slamming it down onto him, thrusting back and force, clapping his entire frame between her bulk. 

PLAP!!!
PLAP!!!
PLAPP!!!
PLAPPP!!!
SQUASH!!!
SQUASH!!
SQUASH!!!

“This is the best moment of my FUCKING LIFE!!!” Edda bellowed as, in this room of sensuality and sin, everyone entangled in one another in three separate but no less intimate dances of flesh and lust. Sweat. Slobber. Farts. Shart. Shit flew as their debauchery stretched for nearly two hours. It was a topper to a perfect night. And a fitting end for this chapter in all their lives. Tomorrow would bring new challenges, new rewards, new faces, new enemies, new loves. That didn't matter, not at this moment. The pleasure was all that mattered, and with the rocket of a meteoric, 30-second wave of diarrhea right into Cooper’s dick and entire body, that gets exemplified like none other. 

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!