By: CaptainTremor
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“See, gorgeous? *SMOOCH* Orin is a good boy. He knows his mother does not like her toots taking away from the moment~” Said Courtney Bonaparte, the 8’6”, 900-pound bombshell of a milf to her date between kisses. Her plump, slacks-wearing rump affixed to her son’s face and pumping into his nostrils her cheese and beef-rich stank.
Courtney led a stressful existence, working over 40 hours a week at her management position at Up-Log Inc. at 39, struggling to raise her adopted rabbit son, Orin, and instill in the lazy 19-year-old a sense of responsibility and dedication despite his insistence against getting a job. She was lucky to get away from it all, to meet people she could consider a potential life partner (if she played her cards right), and who could imagine such things would come from a mom-and-pop pizza place like Dragon Cheese?
“*MHAW!!!* Oh, Court, you are so maternal~ You are the whole package, ain't’ you? *MHAW!!!*” Said the tan-furred Squirrel woman, her insane, 8-foot-tall, 1300-pound pear-shaped figure plopped down on Orin’s torso, her lower body as large as one of the Dragon Cheese’s booths, easily 80 inches of raw ass that required to two lovers sit on the floor (and Orin) of her office for their makeout.
Emma Esposito, the proud manager of Dragon Cheese Pizzaeria, felt like she won the lottery. She was a 42-year-old divorcee raising a 22-year-old adopted daughter alone while managing her childhood pizza haunt with a skeleton crew and a literal dragon of an owner breathing down her neck for better profits. Emma always stayed positive, her zest for life and love for her work and daughter as strong as ever, but she had gotten lonely. The guys and gals were not looking at the squirrel woman as much as in her youth.
She was not bad-looking in the slightest. She always had a genuine smile, her wide emerald eyes could enchant anyone, the light brown beehive hairdo she sported was unique, her plush freckled fur was to die for, and her gold nut-themed earrings were to die for! Emma’s massive gut, M-Cup breasts that were the size of beach balls, and her shelf of a butt that smothered entire beds had taken a lot of the attention away from her, as not too many people were interested in a BBW squirrel as she hoped.
It did not help that Emma wore her work attire almost at all times, a grease-soaked pair of green overalls, a pink dress shirt wrecked in pit sweat, and a dinky cherry red bowtie practically glued to her bosom. She even had to keep the back of her overalls unbuttoned to let her tail and a whole lot of butt cleavage free for the world to see.
That all changed when a knockout named Courtney walked through her doors, bringing her adorable little son in for a weekly meal since last year. The two started with a casual conversation one would expect between a food service worker and an impatient milf, but as the days stretched and more personal information slipped from their lips with each visit the two hit it off.
Emma adored Courtney. The skunk woman was strong, stern, just soft enough when she wanted, and took life for all its worth, not to mention she looked gorgeous and had a voice that could command the sun to set~
Courtney was just as enamored with Emma. The squirrel was cute, sweet, and energetic in a way Courtney could barely reach after six cups of coffee! She also had a weakness for big butts on even bubblier babes~
After a long meeting and an easy excuse to go to Dragon Cheese in the form of Orin’s recent fart cushion chore needing a reward, Courtney dressed to the nines in her best pinstripe suit, popped the question to Emma after their meal if she wanted to fool around and try out a relationship. Emma responded with a swift bear hug, and the squirrel girl grabbed the skunk and her son and tossed them in her office. As the two older women, far beyond the need for high-school puppy love or foreplay, embrace the other in a swift race of kisses and tongues (with Orin sitting awkwardly in the corner), a backside speedbump brought it all to a halt.
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From Courtney's shapely backside did a bubbling, 8-second butt burp brought a rich, rancid cream and lunch meat stink into the room. It was small for her standards, a proverbial drop in the ocean for all the gas she has passed today, but somehow it had more weight than a literal ocean as her steely face went red and she retreated away from her newfound lover. Emma was quick to laugh it off, hardly phased by the flatulence, and wanted to continue, but Courtney knew she would struggle to “perform” if she had to keep her bowels in check. The only solution she had on hand was sitting in that very room.
Orin immediately fought against it, pointing out that his ‘chore list’ had been completed for the week, so he had no incentive to be farted on! Courtney could not argue and offered something Orin would find irresistible: “If you do this for me, consider all your chores next week complete.” It was a hell of a bargain, and the small rabbit boy could not pass it up. So here they were, Orin, sitting face up on the floor. Courtney, her massive ass swallowing his face as she locked lips with her new girlfriend and Emma, doing the same with her massive thighs and butt entombing the rabbit’s body.
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With Orin playing the part of fart cushion, Courtney let loose her gas with as much passion as she kissed Emma. It was a passionate trifecta. Emma, plush and generous with affectionate; Courtney, strong and controlled in the pace; and Orin, subservient and utterly swallowed in ass and gas, let the moment play out perfectly. The air was getting hot. The exchange of breath between the two MILFs and a mother’s ass and her son’s nose was rapid and organic. The smell in the air was spicy, filled with raw love, rancid cheese, and sex that, even with Orin acting as a living fart receptacle, could not contain it all.
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Orin was in hell. He had thought being the vessel for his mother’s work farts was tough, but this was another level. He had never seen his mom like this. She was always so controlled and subdued, even when her anger got the better of her. The raw passion he was companion to made her farts smell worse. The odor was stronger, more primal, and sticky on the palette than her usual intestinal concoctions. It was a miracle Orin had been conditioned to tolerate such odors from his mom, as he doubted he would have lasted past the first minute if this was his first time. The seating situation was not much better. Courtney was usually stationary when she sat on Orin, but the make-out session had her pelvis moving manically, flexing her sweat-soaked and fart-flinging rear up and down against the rabbit boy’s face like her butt was mauling him.
Emma was the worst part. She was HEAVY. Her entire weight was pressed down on his chest and legs, removing any fresh air and forcing Orin to subside exclusively from his mother’s farts to breathe. She was incredibly sweaty. Emma’s overalls were steeped in sweat, so stick and moist he felt like he was pressed under a living bog. She seemed like a nice woman, and Orin was happy for his mom, but this entire scenario was not endearing him to her, even if he agreed to it in the first place. Courtney needed a little confidence boost, and if his playing the part of her fart cushion for a bit helped that (and got him out of a week of chores), he was happy to help.
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It had been a solid 5 minutes, and neither woman seemed intent on stopping. They were getting sweaty. Long streams of perspiring fluid oozed off the squirrel and skunk’s bodies and straight onto Orin, creating a noticeable stain on the carpeted floor where they sat and a salty pool in the rabbit’s mouth. Emma and Courtney were getting handsy. Their arms explored the other’s curves and folds, with Emma groping Courtney’s rack while her colossal keister was rubbed and grabbed in turn. Orin was exhausted, and he was just sitting there! Orin had only farts to breathe. He had to swallow the sweat from two women three times his size just not to drown, and he felt closer to a pancake than a rabbit after so long. He welcomed the loss of wakefulness, however, as it meant he could be rewarded without meeting the conscious brunt of his role in all this. Orin could taste it now, a week without chores! Video games. Model kits. And comic books awaited him when this was all over. It was a shame something was about to flip the script a bit.
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A long, 15-second bubbling blowhorn of a brap erupted out, not from Courtney but from Emma. The fart was like a gale, blowing away entire stacks of paper and a framed photo that was behind the massive skunk. The entire room, already steamy with the two MILFs activities and Courtney’s butt blasts, had received a haze exclusively from Emma’s ass.
“Excuse me!” Emma said, breaking away from Courtney’s mouth (with a long slobber trail keeping them linked) as she playfully waved the air behind her. Orin was not on the receiving end of this fart, but her mother’s butt did not create a perfect seal, so he got a slight whiff of it between the skunk’s unique stench. It was lighter than Courtney’s smell, whose gas was very heavy and rich, and more artificial, downright acidic as it met his nose. Emma had a bad diet of pizza, flavored water, and vending machine sweets. It made her gas more suffocating and burning on the nose. Orin, for once, was glad he was nested in his mom’s ass, as he would likely be in a coughing fit if he had been at ground zero of that one.
“*COUGH* WOW, Emma, I did *COUGH* not know you had that in you,” Courtney said, pinching her nose and doing her best to keep her composure. She had a high tolerance for stink, but the stench caught her off guard.
“I-I know I am a stink machine. I got bad B.O. and fart like a gassy Elephant. We can sto-” Emma started to say, tears welling in her eyes as all her insecurities came crashing down. She knew it was too good to be true. Emma was too big, gross, and old to find love now. That was what she told herself. She knew it! She-
“-It’s kinda turning me on~” Courtney interrupted, planting a soft peck on Emma’s lips and bringing the large squirrel into a hug. Courtney knew what she liked. She liked her women big and gross, just like her.
“Re-really?!?”
“It is natural and powerful, and YOU. What is not to love~. But I might need to build a tolerance for your toots first, babe.” Courtney said, willing to admit, that while she found Emma’s flatulence fetching, she lacked the fortitude to handle them. She wanted to love Emma for all she had, but something as potent as her farts would need a few more sessions and a few long nights in bed together to
“I kinda have A LOT more left…” Emma said. A certain churning in her gut from all the emotions and pineapple pizzas she had eaten made it clear she had a few hours of gas to pass.
“Well, I have the perfect solution for that, and we are sitting right on top of him~,” Courtney said, getting up off the ground and, consequently, her Son’s face. Orin was lying in a pool of sweat, his face drenched and his hair and long rabbit ears slicked back from the force of his mother’s farts. Orin looked like he ran a marathon through a rainstorm, his mind flickering back and forth between conscious and unconscious states of being as he barely registered his face being exposed to the open air and his mother’s boobs hanging over him as she leaned down to talk to direct.
“Orin, honey, you still with us?” Courtney asked, her tone much softer than he was to hearing. It made him feel a bit safer and quicker to respond.
“Hmm? Ye-yes, Mom, are you two done?” Orin asked, lurching up before Courtney gently pushed him back down with her dress-shoe-clad foot.
“Almost, sweetie. You need to do Mommy Emma and me one last BIG favor first, okay?” Courtney asked, using the tip of her foot to swivel the rabbit boy around across the carpet, placing his head right where Emma had been sitting (the massive butt groove being the indicator).
“What’s that?” He asked, too disoriented to realize what was about to occur.
“Oh, nothing you have not already been doing, Orin. Just keep doing me proud,” Courtney said, her tone strong and motherly to the point it made Orin almost happy he agreed to be her fart cushion. That satisfaction evaporated in the rabbit boy as the foreboding shadow of Emma’s 90-inch ass hung over him, the squirrel’s green overalls dripping sweat and anal slime like a slobbering beast.
“Hm!?” Orin squeaked, realizing the gravity of the situation and the literal ton of tush hanging over him like a guillotine.
“Thanks, sweetie! You are a lifesaver!” Emma smiled, bringing her entire weight down onto her lover’s 19-year-old child with the warmth reserved for a toddler. It did not make the situation any better as, like in slow motion, Emma’s ass covered Orin’s entire body, his thin rabbit figure slotted perfectly between butt cheeks as buckets of sweat sealed between them slobbered across his body. The smell was ripe. The overalls had never been washed. The clothing was rich with months' worth of swamp ass and smelly food stains. It was an entirely different beast from his mother’s ass in terms of feel. Courtney’s keister was an equal mix of muscle and fat. It was plush but kept its shape to a certain point, like a firm pillow. Emma’s ass was like two giant blobs of jello. Orin could feel every subtle movement in the form of butt ripples, and the sheer fattiness kept Orin submerged and unable to wiggle out. The pressure was the worst part. Orin thought his mom was heavy, but Emma had at least 300 pounds on her, and it was brought down onto him as the two MILFS geared up to make out once more.
SQUASH!!!!
“OH! He is comfy! Now, where were we~?” Emma grinned, working her rear end in, sealing Orin into the deepest depths of her ass crack. Orin’s face was met with the fabric-covered butthole he would be forced to swallow gallons of gas from.
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The first fart was like a kidney punch to Orin’s sense of smell. It was nearly as long as the first fart he heard her rip, only 8 seconds, but it roared through his nose and mouth for what felt like an eternity. He could taste the unholy union of old vending machine candy, overcooked pizza, and raw intestinal turbulence. It had the unfortunate side-effect of waking Orin right back up, but he doubted he would last much longer with just how vile Emma’s ass and farts were. It was like he did not even exist, lost in the vault of Emma’s rear end as his mom passionately made out and groped her.
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The farts were getting wetter at the same pace Emma was. Orin was front row seats to both as his face was getting splattered with anal juices, and the subtle dribble of her crotch onto his chest as his mom brought stimulated her. It was hell. Orin had never been subjected to farts this vile, a butt so big and disgusting, and a seating situation where he was less the third wheel and more the fart cushion on their bicycle for two.
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The last volley of farts shook the entire office, unleashing a fetid mushroom cloud under the massive skunk as two massive milfs were about to start disrobing the other. It was a miracle, in a way, as Orin could not take such a raw blast of shit stink that violated his nostrils and throat with the force of a bazooka. Orin was unconscious, his entire body painted in a translucent slime, utterly fused to the back of Emma’s pants, and thankfully given an escape from it all…
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“How is he?” Emma asked, bending over against her office wall as Courtney looked at the seat of her overall. The two of them had “done the deed,” to their incredible satisfaction, and had already gotten dressed when they realized Orin had never gotten himself out from under them when Emma took her overalls off and realized he was stuck to the back of them. Orin was still unconscious, sleeping peacefully and radiating raw giant squirrel women stink, his body still stuck to the back of her pants, using it and her bulbous 90-inch rear like a sleeping bag.
“He’s fine, just sleeping. He did well today,” Courtney smiled, ruffling her son’s hair and pinching Emma’s ass cheek at the same time. She would have never met such an incredible woman without him.
“I’ll say, Court! My ex-husband could hardly stand just one of my farts, and your Orin handled almost half a dozen on his first try!”
“Hehe, I trained him well. My boy has more than earned his week off from chores,”
“Oh! I got an idea! I’m closing the store in an hour and should be home in two. Why don’t we meet up at my place and have some more fun~” Emma suggested, shaking her rear for her lover and slapping her ass. The sound of such a combination made for something similar to a giant’s hands clapping as her massive cheeks crashed into Orin, who was still out like a light.
“A perfect proposition, love. You mentioned to me before you had your children, yes?” Courtney asked.
“Yep! She lives with me and is only a few years older than Orin. I am sure they can keep each other company,” Emma said, imagining an idyllic child-like play-date for her daughter and Courtney’s son while she was chained to a wall in bondage gear and Courtney dressed like a dominatrix.
“Agreed. Do you want to hold onto Orin till then? He would fit perfectly in the back of your overalls and keep your farts down to a manageable level,” Courtney offered, pointing out her massive ass cleavage, noticing how its raw depth and height would accommodate the 3-foot-tall bunny boy perfectly. She trusted Emma to treat her son well, and thought him sleeping in her mattress of an ass but would kill two birds with one stone since they all would be going to the same place in a few hours anyway,
“Oh, I am glad you offered! I could not muster up the courage to ask! I have a lot more gas in the tank, and I would hate to stink up the place if not for him hehe~ He is a perfect little fart cushion,” Emma giggled, grabbing onto the rabbit boy, peeling him off the surface of her overalls like a bandaid, and holding him over her exposed ass and tail like she was going to drop a stone into a ravine.
“I am grateful every day for it, trust me! Take good care of him now. Bye-bye Orin, stay on your best behavior for Mommy Emma now, okay? See you soon, lover~” Courtney said, giving both of them a quick kiss on the cheek as she headed out.
“I will be counting the seconds, babe!” Emma yelled, watching Courtney’s keister intently before her office door closed behind it. She could hardly believe how things had turned out! She had a girlfriend! A perfect ten hottie at that! She could not fuck this up! Just like how she could not fuck up closing the store. She lost nearly an hour already with that hookup. So she needed her little fart cushion to keep her emissions in check while she rushed to close up shop.
“Okie-Dokie Sweetie, Mommy Emma is gonna put you to bed now. It will be kinda sweaty and smelly, but it is the best seat in the house. I promise! Hehe!” Emma cooed, clapping her ass once more as she lowered Orin into this. At this point, the rabbit boy’s brain began to activate just a little bit, bringing him back to his senses just enough to feel his feet and legs be chewed up by Emma’s butt as she clapped it around him.
If Orin was not so exhausted, he would scream out for his mom, but his face was too slack, and his mind too tired to even muster up a gurgle as his entire body was swallowed up into the 90-inch abyss of Emma’s ass.
SLORP!!!
“Oh, you fit just right~ I can’t wait to get to know you better, kiddo. I just think you are going to love me and Harper. I think, maybe someday, we can all be one happy family~” Emma smiled, looking over her shoulder to see the exposed rabbit ears of Orin from between her butt cheeks that she quickly hid with her tail as she exited her office. Orin was submerged, he wanted to yell, he wanted to thrash, he wanted to scream! He could not, as all it took was one building-shaking Squirrel toot to put him back to sleep between the cheeks of the woman who would, in the near future, be his new step-mommy:
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