By: CaptainTremor
Orin Bonaparte, the 3’9”, 19-year-old bunny boy, had no clue how a simple pizza dinner had escalated so quickly. His mother, Courtney, the 8’9” 39-year-old skunk woman, had promised him a meal at his favorite restaurant, Dragon Cheese, for playing the part of her fart cushion for work. He had no idea she also planned to make her move on the 42-year-old, 8-foot-tall Squirrel manager of the restaurant, Emma Esposito, much less make him their fart filter as the two got busy in the back. Orin was then placed in Emma’s care while she closed the restaurant for the night, lodged deep in the fetid, swampish chasm that was her buttcheeks, trapped in unwashed overalls, forced to swallow every fart she hurdled his way.
Orin, though himself blessed with great stink fortitude, was not used to Emma’s stench; his inability to handle the heavily processed smell and hurricane-like force of her bowels knocked him out more than once and left him disoriented for any blips of consciousness.
He could remember the feeling, the brown-furred butt cheeks clamped around him, each taller and heavier than his entire being but disturbingly gelatinous. The sweaty butt-flesh was like giant jelly mold and Orin a single lump of fruit, the wobbling matter compressing around him, filling up any open space around and between him it could, and left him perfectly suspended save for the light wobbling made from Emma waddling around. The farts, closer to shotgun shots than gas passings, oddly did not move the rabbit boy physically, but each blast put him out quickly, practically leaving him in suspended animation of raw ass and gas. The entire experience felt ceaseless to him till, like a light at the end of the tunnel, Emma undid her overalls and farted the rabbit boy out.
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The 20-second brap barreled through Emma’s now uncompressed butt cheeks, parting the mountains of her ass just enough to unlodge Orin and, with a wind tunnel of raw fart power, sent him flying out from her ass and into the open arms of Courtney. Orin was plastered right against his skunk mother’s chest, her green eyes resting on him buried in her bosom. Her familiar fragrance was practically heaven on earth to the boy as he took deep whiffs of his mother’s familiar salty body odor. He needed to, as the entire room Emma and Courtney were in had a queasy stench of poorly digested leftover pizza and raw marinara, sour and salty in a way that could curdle milk.
“Oh! That was a bit stronger than I was expecting. Sorry, Court,” Emma said, her massive butt still oozing the remnants of her anal outburst.
“It-*COUGH*-It is alright, babe, I am getting used to it,” Courtney said, her eyes watering a bit behind her glasses as she waved at the air, trying to dissipate the stench her son thoroughly marinated in for the past few hours. Courtney was lying, but she wanted her new lover to be comfortable around her, and getting used to the squirrel’s farts and smell was just one of the things she had to get better at.
“URGH, w-where am I,” Orin said, his voice hoarse, body slick with butt sweat, and senses overwhelmed from all that had happened. He leaned his head up, eyes cresting past the valley breasts to see his mother’s smiling purple-furred face.
“Hi, *COUGH* sweetie. Did you sleep alright?” Courtney asked, the smell coming off her little son still getting to her. She had been so used to having him drenched in her unique odor that the scent on top of Emma’s was disarming.
“Are we back home?” Orin asked, hoping to take a long shower, collapse in his bed, and call it a night.
“Not quite. We are at Mama Emma’s place right now. You got a ride in the back of her pants, remember?” Courtney said, turning Orin around, his face held in place between her boobs, to survey his location. The home was smaller than theirs, which made sense considering the income gap but infused with homey character. The green walls had many photos, shelved knickknacks and mementos, and childhood paintings preserved in glass cases. The floor was all carpeted, an off-grey that was a shade or two darker from age and lack of upkeep. The furniture was excellent; the chairs and couch leather lived in and all scaled to the utterly massive proportions of Emma, with unmistakable butt-indentation left in the cushions that made Orin squirm. It was a quaint abode, although Orin was puzzled about why he was there.
“Oh-oh yeah, why am I here?”
“Emma and I were going to…pick up where we left off at the restaurant. In her bedroom. For a few hours. A least. That is too long for you to be left alone at home without mommy, right?”
“I am 19-” Orin started to say, only for his mother, in a swift act of discipline, to pull her rabbit son’s head out from her bosom and shove it up against the back of her shorts. His face was welcome into the familiar embrace of Courtney’s carnivorous asscrack, his nose instinctively homing in on her butthole, fitting in like a glove, before she unleashed her punishment.
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“-RIGHT?!” Courtney said, tone loud and stern as her son swallowed her 10-second fart. An earthy, rich, slimy odor traveled down his esophagus and took root as his only air source. It was practically a second oxygen to Orin at this point. Her farts, their harsh sting on his nostrils and palette, the way his eyes stung against the stench, was cozy to him, conditioned into him it was the right thing to be smelling.
“Yes…” Orin said in a hushed whisper as the stink of his skunk mom leaked from his nostrils and mouth.
“Good,” Courtney nodded, an awkward silence hanging in the air till Emma, wanting to get the energy back into the room, cut the tension with her jubilant tone.
“AND we wanted to meet your future stepsister, Harper!” She said, gesturing to a hallway to the rightmost side of the living room and waving the mother and son duo to follow. The hallway was even denser than the living room; Emma used every inch to its fullest to display family photos. The images ranged from big moments, like weddings and childhood milestones, and mundane, such as Emma’s monstrous rear end spilling out over an exercise bike and another where Emma was holding up what looked like the very same stink-soaked overalls she was wearing now with it dated a decade ago. The clothing was almost white in the photo, and it was now green instead of white.
“Where is she?” Orin asked, walking behind the two massive Milfs, their girthy shadows and odors making it difficult for him to make out what was in front of him as his eyes watered from just whiffing their combined BO and permanent butt stench.
“She is in her room; you will spend the evening with her!” Emma said, stopping in front of a door utterly defiled with anime and gaming stickers, “KEEP OUT” signs of various descriptions, and what looked like a makeshift doorknocker fashioned from the severed heads of magical girl anime figurines.
“What’s she like?” Orin asked, the door NOT painting a pretty picture in his mind of what his “Stepsister” was like.
“A bit surly, but a perfect little angel when she warms up to ya,” Emma smiled, her words cushioned in a way that failed to reassure Orin.
“Think of it like a playdate,” Courtney added, pinching her son’s cheek and cooing at him. Courtney was always babying Orin, but it was clear to Orin that Emma’s presence made her play it up much more frequently.
“Yeah, haha! Our two little beauties will get to know each other while we eat each other’s cutie patooties!” Emma said, boldly grabbing a handful of Courtney’s ass, gripping it while giving a suggestive wink. It was a daring move. One that would get most girls Courtney flirted with a kick to the jaw, but this time it made the skunk’s cheeks blush and face contour into a goofy grin.
“Oh, THAT is poetry, babe. Let’s get him sorted and make your prose more autobiographical~” Courtney smiled, grabbing a handful of Emma’s rear, barely getting a tenth of a single cheek between her fingers, but more than getting the rotund squirrel aroused as she twirled her loose locks and cooed at the skunk in response. All the while, Orin, embarrassed and trying to advert his eyes, would rather be ANYWHERE but here right now.
“Kill me now…” Orin groaned, reminding the two horny Milf’s he was still there with them, and, with a mutual nod, the other opened the door to Harper’s room and started to push him in.
“In ya go, kiddo!” Emma smiled.
The room was incredibly dark, with only some faint flashing lights visible as Orin got pushed deeper into his “stepsister” room…and an oddy musky vapor oozed from the corners of the open door as it hit the bright hallway lights.
“W-what’s with the steam?”
“Oh, that? It’s just Harper’s musk. You will get used to it! Have fun!” Emma said, giving Courtney a knowing nod as the two stopped pushing the bow and turned around, presenting their massive rear ends to him, and both unleashed concussive blasts of ass to rocket him into the room.
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“Love you, Orin!” Courtney yelled, shutting the door and trapping Orin in a fetid world of darkness. She quickly grabbed Emma by the cheeks and began making out.
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“FUCK YOU YOU FUCKITY FUCKING FIG PUDDING FUCKERSSS!” Was the first thing Orin heard, the faucet of ‘fucks’ coming from a gremlin-like, navely voice dead ahead from where he landed. He felt his eyes adjust as Harper's dark room became clear to him, and as he got the complete picture of where his “playdate” was being held, he regretted ever wanting to go to get pizza. The large room was near-literally a dump, the floor encrusted in a shell of empty chip bags, energy drink cans, clothing soaked in sweat and food stains, sex toys with deep brown splotches encrusted onto them, and assorted junk! Even the bed in the corner was more a hamper than a place to sleep, the entire mattress playing host to a heap of near-ruined clothing instead of sheets or a blanket. There were no lights either, not a single lamp or over-head light fixture; with the bit of natural light, the room got smothered by a hentai sex scene adorned black-out currents in front of the actual central figure of the room: A massive squirrel woman sitting at a four monitor gaming rig.
Orin’s first instinct was to speak up and talk to who he assumed was Harper, but then that “musk” finally hit his senses. The odor was a smorgasbord of natural and unnatural odors tailor-made to overwhelm the senses. A heavy base of never-washed BO, a hint of assorted spicy chips and bubbly soda whiffs, a slathering of raw sex stench, and an overbearing infusion of sulphuric anal stank that could melt paint off a wall. It was foul; it was barely breathable!
“UGH, what is…that smell?!” Orin yelled, covering his snout with his large ears and gently tying them over his nose to make a makeshift facemask to attempt and even breathe. It was a struggle even then, as the stench in the room was like an entire atmosphere, so thoroughly engrained in the room’s air that there was not a single iota of clean oxygen. Orin prayed his Mom was quick with Emma so he could leave this hell as soon as possible.
“I WILL SHOVE MY SHOTGUN SO FAR UP YOUR PISSHOLE THAT YOU WILL HAVE BULLET KIDNEY STONES!!! FUCKING STOP!!!!” The massive squirrel wheezed, her bulky frame glued to a gaming chair a size too small for her, noticeable love handles and butt fat oozing from the indentations in the seat, with an appreciable amount of buttcrack showing, where something genuinely horrid leaked through:
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A 12-second shart rattled the chair and unleashed a brownish haze into the air, poisoning the malignant oxygen with a new strain of shit stink. Orin was the only witness, but the smell completely differed from Courtney’s or Emma's. Courtney’s smell was strong as a baseline, intense but consistently so. Emma’s was forceful, a hurricane of stench and sweat but not nearly as bad as his mother's standard farts. This shart STANK. It carried with it an intestinal meltdown of antagonistic processed sugars and carbs wrestling with exploding out from a tortured anus mixed with an ass musk that could kill grass if the rear end in question sat on it. Orin realized as he fought the urge to throw up from sniffing this shart: The entire room’s stench came from that ass.
His ear facemask was insufficient; he needed more protection. Orin reached at his sweater, pulling it up to cover his face further, only to feel a much more frayed, loose, off-grey fabric on his collar than he was used to. The bunny boy looked down, noticing a stray article of clothing stuck to the front of his blue sweater. It was huge, above the size of a sleeping bag for him, and covered in green and brown stains. Orin had been so overwhelmed by the smell, sights, and darkness he did not even notice he got this stuck to him somehow.
“What, what is this?” Orin asked allowed, grabbing at the alien clothing, the fabric more drenched than he got out of Emma’s ass, slimy fluid slipping between his fingers as he tried to make sense of what this even was.
“STOP!! STOP!! STOP!! SHIT FUCKING CRAP!!!! Fucking died…” Harper groaned, her central monitor flashing “DEFEAT” as she slumped back into her chair, the poor seat buckling with the sudden shift in her girth. Orin ignored her outburst this time; his attention stuck on the odd cloth attached to him. He was making progress in identifying it, putting both his arms out to the fullest to allow the bizarre clothing to be unfurrowed to its fullest. This object was immediately apparent now, making Orin’s hair stand up on end.
“Is this…underwear!??” Orin gasped. The massive garment, which was now obviously boyshorts, had an utterly destroyed waistband, noticeable indentations standard in undergarments, and, from the smell that blended with the rest of the room, an overpowering smell profile derived from shit and sexual discharge. Harper’s game was now over, and she finally took note of the stranger in her lair, twirling her chair around and taking a fistful of chips into her mouth as she addressed her guest for the first time.
“*CHEW* *CHEW* Hm? Oh, ‘sup, dude,” Harper said flatly, finally giving the rabbit boy a good look at the beast she was.
Harper Esposito took after her bubbly squirrel mother in a lot of ways. The 22-year-old squirrel had the same light brown fur (in a messy twin mop instead of a single tight bun), matching hair, much smaller but present buck teeth, and green eyes, but she was MUCH larger. At an incredible 9’6” tall, Harper was a giantess among giantesses in Orin’s immediate life, the bunny boy only getting as up to her lap when sitting down! Her weight was nearly at 2000, with a set of saggy massive tits, a large gut, monstrous thighs, and an ass that could both be used as a mattress for an entire family of six at least! She was unkempt to the extreme, with a stained dark green hoodie and an even rattier pair of once white, now off-grey boxers fused to her lower body like a second layer of skin, oozing sweat and fluids Orin did not want to think about. Harper’s entire vibe was a polar opposite to Emma’s, too, not an ounce of bubbly energy from this NEET squirrel’s unimpressed gaze, her blocky glasses and sharp eyebrows making her utter lack of worry apparent. Harper was a nasty sight, but she was as close to family as possible and deserved a fair shake from Orin.
“H-hi-there, Harper, right?” Orin asked, taking a few steps closer to the massive squirrel. Loud crackles filled the dead air as he stepped on empty chip bags and polished off cookie sleeves.
“Mhm,” Harper grumbled, pulling a phone from her sweatshirt pocket as she hardly gave her new “brother” her attention.
“I’m Orin Bonaparte. Nice to meet-” Orin started to say, making a cute little bow before Harper suddenly belched.
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“Yeah, yeah, Mommy told me all about you already over the phone with you camped out in her asscrack. I’m Harper, or Harp, or BadGooner69 online. Call me whatever; I don’t care.” Harper said, not looking up from her phone as she half-assed her introduction to the bunny boy before she continued.
“I Guess our moms are fucking? I am glad your mama has a bit of a dumpy from the pics I got sent. It is nice to have a stepmother with some ass to enjoy looking at~ Speaking of; I can smell my mom’s ass funk on you from here. You might want to wash up, dude, that stink stains,” Harper said. Her overt lust (and not-so-subtle insertion of her fat fingers between her legs) made Orin uneasy. He decided to focus on the smell thing she mentioned; she was probably right, but the only thing he could smell was this rancid room and her underwear still stuck to his chest.
“I can’t smell much except…THIS!” Orin said, grabbing at the boxers and waving them at the giant squirrel, hoping their presence would elicit a more dynamic response and, ideally, some help removing them.
“Oh yeah, that’s my gooning undies. It gets pretty sticky after the tenth month, so I usually just let them dry up on the floor after a session,” Harper said, the casual way she admitted Orin had a pair of underwear she used to masturbate with and NEVER washed, made the rabbit boy’s skin crawl. It was no wonder he could not get it off. Harper had marinated it in sweat and sexual fluids for months. He hated to admit it, but Orin needed help and no better than the source of his woes.
“Can you get it off me, please?”
“Why? You got it on yourself. It seems like you wanted my undies stuck to that dorky little sweater of yours,” Harper shrugged, hardly minding her underwear had been affixed to him.
“B-but, it smells and is dripping onto my—" Orin started to (rightfully) complain, pouting with his large bunny eyes at the even larger squirrel. It was a manipulative tactic, but it worked, as even Harper’s cold gamer heart wept at the sight.
“UGH!! FINE!!! I will see what I can do,” Harper groaned, leaning over and grabbing onto Orin’s waist like he were a doll, placing him against her lap, the fabric of her underwear and fur oozing sweat and crumbs as his bottom hit it. He was able to get a proper whiff of her from her. The stench on her was a slightly clustered but nearly identical odor found in the room. The unique little smells were nasty; her breath reeked of morning breath and flat gargled soda, her crotch stank of a freshly pleasured pussy still oozing fluids, and her pits were salty cesspools of BO that only an entire gym collective stink could reproduce. Orin struggled not to gag just by being this close to her.
Harper was still willing to help and went with the most straightforward approach: grabbing onto the underwear and starting pulling.
“Okay, let’s see if I can’t yan—" she started to say, the elastic being stretched to its limits as she pulled her arm as far back as possible. The underwear had practically fused to the wool of the sweater, and Harper’s attempt to detach the clothing was starting to rip both apart.
“WAIT!!!!” Orin interjected, flailing his arms out as he noticed his sweater starting to be damaged.
“What? You want it off, right??” Harper said, stopping in her tracks and looking down at her more petite rabbit guest with an annoyed smirk.
“This is one of my favorite sweaters!” Orin said, flashing his big rabbit eyes again and conjuring up some crocodile tears as he hugged his clothing.
“A sweater soaked in my mom’s asscrack sweat,”
“But-I like it! Can we not ruin it? Please??”
“So, I can’t rip it off. What does that leave us?” Harper asked, stopping her attempt to remove it entirely as the two went into brainstorming mode.
“Wash them?” Orin asked, half sincerely and half wanting an excuse to wash his clothes at any opportunity.
“Hell. No. I got another five months on these babies. No washing.” Harper said, flatly refusing what Orin considered the best option. He thought his mother and Emma were gross, but this woman was a capital “S” slob.
“Okay…then…what if…we…” Orin said, trailing off his words, hoping an idea would spring to mind, but nothing jumped out.
“WAIT. I know how we get it off you,” Harper said with a sleepy smile.
“How?”
“HEAT. Gotta soften them up, get the goo slinking off you again,” Harper said, rubbing her hands together quickly, getting some friction to illustrate her point. To Orin's ears, it was a reasonable suggestion and the only idea they had, so he nodded in agreement.
“Okay, I can’t think of anything better, so it sounds like the best idea we got. Do you have a space heater or hairdryer I could use?” Orin asked, looking around the crusty garbage-filled floor for any such item, only spotting a dildo twice as big as him and a 2-liter bottle filled with an uncomfy dark brown fluid.
“No dice, Orin. I’m not standing up to get either of those things; my legs are asleep. So let’s use the best heat around: Body heat~!” Harper cooed her hand stealthy coiling around Orin’s waist as the other hooked against her underwear and began shimming it off.
“What are y-GGAHHH!!!” Orin squealed as the giant squirrel harshly grabbed his waist and brought him behind her. Her massive, musk-oozing booty opened wide to receive him.
“Lucky for you, dude, I am a bit like my mommy when it comes to where all my heat is, so we should have you de-underweared pretty quick if I put you up my butt for a bit~,” Harper said, her subtle buck teeth biting down on her lower lip as she dangled the small squirrel over her cavernous crack. The smell steaming out hit Orin hard. It was like taking a huge whiff of the unwashed outhouse, a unique stench of steamy fermented shit that would make anyone gag.
“Is this REALLY necessary?” Orin asked, contemplating if ripping his sweater was still an option.
“To preserve the butt groove I have been working on and keep my asleep legs from going stinging? Absolutely,” Harper said, dropping Orin into her cavernous ass-crack, her outstretched underwear acting like a waterslide for him, lubing him up as he slid down the fabric and straight into the depths of her buttcheeks.
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“OH! You slot in kinda nice there, Orin,” Harper smiled, closing her shorts and shifting in her seat, working her smaller passenger DEEP as she could. Orin had been up squirrel butt not once but TWICE now, and he struggled to figure out which one was worse. Emma’s butt was MUCH more considerable, it had a quicksand quality to it with how much fat there was to wade through, but besides her ratty overalls, Emma was better are washing herself. Harper’s butt, while smaller, was still a cavernous place that sucked him in, swampy and utterly stained from all sides in sweat, loose bits and pieces from broken sex toys, and shit stains from an evident lack of wiping EVER. The musk was intense, like diving into the septic tank, but Orin endured it. He had to; what else was there? He thought about screaming; maybe he could guilt Harper again, but as Orin went to inflate his lungs for a mighty yelp, he got a mouthful of a hazardous hurricane of gas that flooded through all around him.
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A 15-second room-clear ripped out from Harper’s rear end and into the open mouth of her rectal passenger. The fart burned Orin’s tongue, a haze of raw spicy ships and artificial flavoring chemicals that tasted like raw gamer stink. Orin had swallowed a lot of farts in his time, but the unfamiliar stink and flavor made him retch.
“AND your smell absorbent?!? Well, that settles it. You get to be a gaming chair for a while, removing those undies be damned! You feel too good just to let you go. Settle in, Orin, and, if you like, feel free to give my hole some love, you know, to help us get closer~” Harper said, clenching her cheeks around the rabbit boy as she sniffed the air, able to detect the subtle lack of her new fart smell in the already rancid atmosphere of her lair. Orin was much less discerning, the collective stench of her swamp ass, her gas, and the room came together into an unholy alliance to make him want to pass out, but his expertly trained fortitude to all things gross at the hands of his mother made this a pipe dream, but the way Harper was gassing him, it might just become a reality:
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“MRM!!!” Orin heaved; the shorter but robust 10-second brap caught him off guard. It leeched at his already poor supply of air, replacing it with burning hot chips and gamer fuel fermented in a shit sauce that made him want to puke! Harper was having a blast, though, and felt nothing but pleasure as she found her farts, even as they stung against her unwashed butthole, easier to manage with him there.
“OH, that one fucking stung! Better keep on your toes, bitch. That means it’s going to be a real WET fart storm coming up quick,” Harper said, leaning forward in her chair, exposing her hairy anus to the smaller rabbit boy, and unleashing a much nastier belch of butt-funk for him to breathe in.
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“Oh yeah, there it is!!” Harper said, moaning in relief as the pressure in her gut began to lessen.
“MRMPH!!!” Orin screamed, his mouth receiving a fistful of sulphuric anal sludge that he needed to wipe off on the sides of her ass, receiving even more foul intestinal tastes he could hardly even fathom beyond the utter stink of it all.
“Oh, quit your bitching! My farts can’t be as bad as my mom’s! She could shoot a cannonball out of her ass with those fucking farts of hers!” Harper grumbled, slightly offended. Orin seemed to be struggling with her butt so much, hardly even aware of how bad her hygiene was and how nasty her farts were. It did make her want to brap out more gas, though, to teach him a lesson.
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“BUT I will admit, mine are a bit chunkier than most, hehe,” Harper admitted, feeling the anal sludge plopping out of her with each fart and right onto Orin. She figured it was a good thing; what better way to heat her vaginal discharge than her anal discharge, right?
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“Better get used to them because from how my Mom described it, you might be whiffing these A LOT more often soon, Step-Bro~,” Harper said, clenching her butt some as she conjured the most enormous fart she could unleash. It was Orin who would be the only victim of it, trapped between the massive musky squirrel’s butt cheeks, his utter torso already caked in her sludge, as he braced for the worse: a 20-second butt belch that rattled the entire house.
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“SHIT EATING FUCKER FACE!!!! I WILL ROADHOG YOUR COCK INTO DUST!!!!!” Harper yelled into her microphone, returning to her gaming. Several hours have passed from when she delegated Orin to the role of buttplug. She hardly paid attention to the bunny boy anymore, having not moved an inch and guzzling the entire 2 liters of energy drink with a single breath. It irritated her stomach something fierce and had been unleashing a one-two punch of burps and sharts for the past hour now.
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Orin was in hell. A different layer of squirrel butt hell he had been in when with Emma. The rabbit boy had a thin layer of light brown anal slime covering him, the result of constant sharts oozing across him. The smell, the nasty stank that first made him heave when he entered the room, was burnt into his nostrils; he had come to peace with the stink, but through sheer over-exposure, as he lacked any energy even to fight anymore, instead being nothing more than a sponge for this 22-year old gooner’s stanky ass to unleash all matter off horror in to. Orin lost all hope, but it seemed someone was looking out for him as the two of them heard the door be flung open.
“LANGUAGE!!!” Courtney scolded, no longer dressed in her blue suit and black shorts but instead had several white towels wrapped around her plentiful bosom and hips, her hair sopping wet, and her glasses held right above her forehead. The milf had just finished ravishing Emma and got her after a marathon sex shower in the guest bathroom, and caught Harper’s swearing as she up a storm and was none too pleased by it.
“Do you always talk with such a potty-mouth, young lady?” Courtney asked, tapping her feet on the ground as she stared daggers into Harper. This was the first time Harper and Courtney had met, and just by looking at her and the state of this room she had sent her lazy but well-mannered son into, Courtney disapproved.
“Oh, uh, hi, uh, Momma Courtney, no, just like, to my friends,” Harper stammered, trying to keep her eyes away from Courtney’s rack as she paused the game to address her. Emma had been incredibly permissive and spoiled Harper since day one, so receiving such a scolding was alien to her and took her off guard.
“Well, I can’t say I approve,” Courtney said, starting to walk deeper into the room. She expertly walked on her toes in the small section of space between all the trash on the floor.
“Can’t say I care…” Harper grumbled under her breath, retreating to her phone to keep out of this awkward conversation. However, she was quickly unable to, as Courtney was already upon her. The skunk pulled the squirrel’s phone away and got up in her face, their snouts touching.
“This room is a mess! When was the last time it got cleaned?!?”
“Christmas, I think? The last one,” Harper guessed, rarely thoroughly cleaning except to toss rotten food or wash her laundry annually.
“Over ten months?!?”
“Or was it Halloween…? Whatever the point is, it does not matter. I like it like this,” Harper said, crossing her arms and trying to maintain eye contact, her libido getting the best of her at the sight of her mother’s stunning lover.
“Well, I don’t. I doubt my Orin does eith-where is my son, anyway?” Courtney started to rant, only to notice an odd lack of her beloved rabbit son anywhere.
“Oh, he’s keeping nice and warm right here,” Harper grinned, slapping her leftmost asscheek, sending a wobble through her fat as she ripped another massive fart straight into Orin’s mouth, coming around to being proud she had the idea to stick him in there in the first place.
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“Hmm. Well, that’s fine. Orin does have a way with big butts, and he is an incredible fart sponge. I use him myself at my home office and gym. BUT did he ask to be put there?” Courtney asked.
“What?”
“Did he ask to be up your butt? He does not do that stuff even for me unless it's a chore or I promise something to him. Why did he let you do it to him, Harper?”
“What can I fucking say? I’m his type~” Harper said, giving a flirtatious wink to the skunk milf, the exact type of degenerate to try and fuck her mom’s new lover. Courtney was not impressed and, in a swift motion, grabbed onto the large skunk’s ass and hoisted her to the side, revealing Orin’s upper torso oozing out of the fat, sweat, and shart goo oozing off him as he was introduced to the open world once more.
“WOAH HEY!!” Harper said, taken aback by this and shocked at Courtney's strength in moving her bulk so casually.
“Orin, sweetie? You conscious under there?” Courtney asked, looking at her son with a motherly gaze. Orin had not been this happy to see his mother in a long time and conjured as much energy as he could to converse with her properly.
“UGH…Y-y-yes, mom,” Orin coughed, his voice horse and senses overtaxed.
“Did you want to be put under here?”
“N-not really,”
“I thought so, honey. Momma’s going to get you out in just a minute, okay? I gotta have a word with your future sister first,” Courtney said, shooting Harper a stink eye as she let go of the squirrel’s ass fat, hardly giving Orin time to say goodbye as he got swallowed back into the musky abyss.
“Oka-”
SQUASH!!!!
“Know, listen closely, Harper. I am only going to say this once,” Courtney said, grabbing Harper by the shoulder and meeting her at eye level. Her tone was neutral but brimming with a hidden edge that made Harper’s skin crawl. She was not just going to take it, though, and she was ready to bite back.
“Hey, listen Bitch, I know my Mom likes you, but who do you think you are talking to me like-” Harper started to say, only for Courtney to pinch her lips down to silence her.
“HUSH!!” Courtney yelled, her voice harsh as she clamped onto Harper’s lips. Harper did what she was told, utterly silent save for the slight fear toot she let squeak out at this odd dominance.
“...”
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“Orin is already considered a member of your family by Emma, and you do too since you felt like using him as a shart sponge. I don’t blame you for that. I encourage even, IF there is a fair trade! Exchanges for goods and services make a society work, which trickles down to every little interaction we have. I want a sandwich. I pay for it. I want a promotion. I work for it. I want your mother romantically and sexually; I make sure she’s just as satisfied.” Courtney lectured, outlining her transactional worldview to the gamer girl with an edge fashioned from years of cutthroat business corporate climbing and a harsh life making a good life for herself and her son. Orin had received similar speeches in the past but never so pointed and dripping with a particular disgust for who Courtney was talking to. Courtney thought of Harper as a daughter and found the sorry state the massive squirrel was in disappointing and needing correction.
“Orin is no different. Do you want him to huff your farts? Be your cushion? Satisfy you sexually? Go ahead; neither of us will stop you IF you offer something in exchange. He is a person, not a slave or toy. He always gets his fair share. Understood, Harper Esposito?” Courtney concluded, unclasping Harper’s lips and taking a step back, giving the 22-year-old a moment to absorb the milf’s words.
“Y-yes…” Harper whispered, face red and utterly embarrassed at the whole situation.
“SAY IT AGAIN,”
“YES MOMMA COURTNEY!!” Harper yelled, fighting back some spoiled tears as she had just received the first amount of tough love in her life.
“Good. Now get my son out from under your butt, please,” Courtney said, holding her arms out to receive him.
“Yes, Ma’am,” Harper huffed, getting up from her chair, standing a good foot taller than Courtney, and presented her naked butt to the skunk milf as she let out a 13-second brap to bulldoze Orin out from her inner ass meat and into older woman’s arms.
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Orin was shot out from Harper’s squalid ass-like, as she quipped about her mother, cannon right into Courtney’s arms. The smell was rich, chemically, and concocted from fermented cherry candy and soda, intensified with sour shit stink. Orin looked even worse than the fart smelled, ass slime oozing off him like he had been a slug with a giantess butt as his unfortunate shell. Courtney is unphased by his appearance and instead gives him a kind smile and hugs him with an unreasonable amount of skin contact for someone so filthy.
“Oh, Orin! Baby! Look at you! As brown as a chocolate cake! Let’s get you washed up, okay?” She smiled, pinching his cheek playfully as she walked to the door.
“Yes, Mom,” Orin groaned, grabbing his sweater and holding up the still attached pair of “Gooner” underwear.
“Hm? What’s this?” Courtney asked, grabbing the underwear and inspecting it inquisitively.
“My-my, uh, underwear. Orin got them stuck to his sweater when he first walked in. He was under my butt to help, uh, loosen it without messing up the fabric.” Harper explained, nervously scratching her head and flashing a slightly guilty bucktooth smile.
“Oh! Well, smart-thinking kids, this is one of his better sweaters. I would hate to see it ruined. Let’s get this off you then,” Courtney said, grabbing at the horrid garment and, like peeling off a stubborn bandaid, removed it with a single controlled motion and dropped it on the floor, now coated in a new layer of ass gunk and likely still going to be worn by Harper later despite it.
“Easy peasy! Now, Remember what we talked about, Harper, okay?” Courtney said, grabbing at the door handle as she began to walk out.
“Yes, Ma’am,” Harper said, putting her head down and prostrating herself to her new “mama” as best she could. Orin was not sure if this was a sincere gesture or note, but it satisfied the skunk Milf fine as she gave a quick nod of approval.
“Good.” She said, closing the door and walking deeper down the picture-laden hall.
“Orin, you deserve an extra treat for being such a trooper tonight,” Courtney offered, holding her son like a teddy bear against her chest as she slowly walked down the hall.
“Yeah?”
“After our bath, how about I buy you a video game, whichever you want?” Courtney smiled, patting her son’s head and giving a gentle smile as she saw her son’s ears perk up at the suggestion.
“Really?!”
“Mhm. We can’t all be the only ones getting something good tonight. OH! Better yet, let’s go to that Gator Gamer store at the Mall tomorrow; a lot of cute girls there for you to meet~ Every time we go, I swear those gals with the big butts were ready to pounce if I was not there holding your hand. Such a handsome little guy you are,” Courtney teased, recalling the many times various massive gals, who would be exactly her type at Orin’s age, tried to swoop in and grab him up. She was always there to keep that from happening, but after experiencing such a magical night with Emma, her love of love was overflowing, and she thought Orin having a girlfriend, or at least being a boy toy to a few massive girls, was in the cards now.
“MOM!!” Orin blushed, still having enough energy to express embarrassment over his mom’s anecdotes, even if they were just the two.
“I'm just teasing, Kiddo. I love you,” Courtney said earnestly, stopping at the farthest end of the hallway at a large singular door with a little sign hanging off it that read “Emma’s Bathroom.”
“Love you too,” Orin said, hugging his mom’s chest with affection he had not shown in a while. It also served as a good distraction as Courtney opened the door to reveal a massive bathtub the size of a pool swimming pool, with Emma’s butt taking up most of it as she sat down on her stomach, the bubbly water already a dark brown shade.
“Emma! Babe! Mind if we join you? Orin got a bit dirty playing with Harper,” Courtney smiled, holding up her son for Emma to inspect as the Squirrel milf lurched up to get a better look.
“Oh, my little Orin got a little messy! Of course, you two can join! Hop on in! The water’s not too warm now, but don’t worry! I’ll reheat it!” Emma invited, grabbing onto her cheeks and spreading them, planning to force out a fart to reheat the fetid bath water.
“Great! In you go into the tub, sweetie!” Courtney smiled, tossing Orin right at Emma’s open ass, him hardly being able to get a yelp out before Orin was sucked right into her massive wet butthole, but quickly shot out as Emma unleashed a 30-second shart that turned the light brown water into a pitch dark green.
“GAHH!!!”
SLORP!!!!!
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