azure/anon kimpine/oc slob/stuffing/gas/domme/squashing

anon: back on the bus
anon: no cute tubby boys w/me this time tho
anon: there weren't any before but there was hoping
azureangelic: life is cruel

anon: that kim rewire did tho......
anon: that's somethin to fawn over at least
azureangelic: its quite exquisite
anon: I wouldn't necessarily SAY anything to her
anon: But i'd definitely be thinking them
azureangelic: well yeah you cant just point out that sort of thing to a lady :V
anon: It's just rude
azureangelic: espesially the sort of lady liable to just grind you into the seat at the slightest provacation
anon: All it takes is one wrong word and you're an extra cushion lost in her crack and back flab
anon: Any verbal opposition is muffled and any questioning passerby are warded off by her steeled glare

azureangelic: made even worse by the fact that, while being pinned beneath an ungodly heavy, ravenously overfed, potentially warm and sweaty girl's colossal, mostly-exposed thunder thighs and shelf ass is already rough, its even harder being in transit and having to deal with her entire blobby frame swaying and wobbling with every bump in the road, or outright bouncing atop you whenever the bus hits a rough patch

anon: And she's definitely claimed her seat, having set her backpack on where she WAS sitting next to you before you decided to joke about connect the dots on her stomach
anon: "Thanks for the tip though, might try that if the bus breaks down."

azureangelic: at that point the most you can really do is try to get comfortable, which is easier said than done when the only place to put your hands are on either side of her bountifully wide hips
azureangelic: the unsurprising reaction is for her to hike her agonizingly short skirt up and very deliberately wiggle and wobble and grind her ass down on top of you, smushing your face into her huge freckled asscheek and burying your body between her colossal bare thighs

anon: "My ass. Is not. An. Armrest. Jerk." She probably should've seen it coming but her head had been slightly clouded with rage when she sat in her new seat. Might as well give you a trip you'd never forget, flattening you somewhat with her weight and forcing you to get a whiff of that wetly-slapping behind, thankfully wiped but definitely emptied pre-trip.

azureangelic: the fact that every single movement you make would cause her jiggle atop you would be hampering, but any time you didnt give her gelatinous boulder of a frame any sort of provoking for too long she'd probably just get impatient, shifting in her seat and perhaps leaning back to spread her arms on the seat behind her and slump further atop you, balancing her mass atop your body

anon: After your not moving to try not to upset the behemoth for a while she genuinely looks back and asks, "Hey, still alive under there?" The best you can do, a slight squeeze of her buttocks, is both reassuring and sudden for her to give another buttslam to your crotch as punishment/understanding. "Good. I'm not getting off this thing wanted".
anon: "Hope you ate before you got on." She warns you as she reaches over to her seat and pulls out a full, slightly greasy fast food paper bag "'cause i'm starving."

azureangelic: it was only a matter of time before she got hungry, considering how long the trip was, but even then seeing just how damp and sloppy her meal is is enough to sent off alarm bells when you take into account the warmth of her bare lower half, the stagnant air in the bus from the warm, slightly humid night air, and just how big a girl you were dealing with

anon: "Mnnf, nnf, oongh," She's not very quiet about her eating, if you weren't trapped under her you could probably see her chewing with her mouth wide open. She'd be taking big bites out of her burritos, demolishing them within 4 bites, at most. anon: "Nn, fuck, I should've gotten Chinese instead." After her second burrito, you can hear the pulling sound in her gut of intestines trying to deal with pure junk and grease, and she can certainly feel it.
anon: Regardless she pulls out one more burrito, despite the warnings her body is giving the both of you, between gurgling and more sweat and her huffing nose like an angered bull does, almost in defiance of her body's limits

azureangelic: it had only taken a few scant minutes for her body to begin resisting the caloric loads, her gut giving a deep, straining gurgle almost the moment she started eating that seemed to revebrate through her hugely padded loins, but by the time she was on her last burrito nobody other than the redheaded pig herself would be able to deny she had gone too far
azureangelic: every slow, sloppy bite and audible gulp seemingly caused the innards of her massively round gut to churn and shift, the thick glop of grease and meat and sauces inside rumbling with enormous gassy bubbles and squelching further down against her overflowing digestive tract to form a cacophony of sickeningly deep and wet indigestive eruptions that was virtually deafening to someone buried arm-deep in her damp, bare flab, and the way she leaned back and spread her thighs beneath her aching gut in defiance of its raging contents only made it worse for her unwilling seat
azureangelic: given her attitude towards you and seemingly everything else it also wasnt surprising that the moments after the last burrito was finally sucked down her gullet with the other several were occupied with the absolutely glutted girl gurgling a bit in fullness and sloppily suckling her fingers
azureangelic: a motion that you couldnt quite see from beneath her ample rump and may not have detected had she not immediately followed up with an enormous, meaty belch, completely unmuffled and lethargic in how she groaned in relief after the preview to her inevitable gaseous state ended with a damp rumble

anon: "Mnn, shit...should've worn pants." She thought to herself as she could hear her belly groan and slightly quake as it attempted to deal with its load the best way it could. She sighed as she rubbed the slightly taut orb, in time with the hisses of gas she began to release from her backside like a leaky pipe.
anon: The smell surely wafted upward to your nostrils, unpleasantly warm and reeking enough on their own to make you shudder under her bulk, fortunately this time she didn't retaliate with opening the floodgates

azureangelic: of course it was only a matter of time before the constant gassy emissions, mild as they were compared to the sort of eruptions you'd expect from someone that flabby and swollen, led to some frustrated squirmings from her personal ass-cushion, a motion that didnt go unnoticed even with how glutted and lethargic she was
azureangelic: of course, seeing as she was already burying you in her warm, sweaty ass and perilously blubbery thighs there wasnt a whole lot more she could do, but she made sure to show her discontent state by crossing her arms atop her bare, slick gut and groaning in annoyance, her panties slipping a bit further into her massive rump with how she wobbled and sloshed

anon: "They don't smell that bad...tch, you deserve it anyway." She knew she smelt bad thanks to other friends refusing to accompany her to buffet dinners but she wasn't about to apologize to some stranger. She turned to phone web-surfing in an attempt to take her mind off her gaseous emissions, despite the squirming beneath her.
anon: A niggling voice in her head told her to at least get up for a bit to empty herself in the bus restroom, but her deep freckled belly told her to sit down and digest, it was heavy and sticky-sweaty, she was like a slave to it.
anon: If nothing else her belly made for a good armrest for HER, the big flabby wings putting more pressure down on it

azureangelic: the longer she sat more in less in one place (jiggles notwithstanding) the more hot and humid it got beneath her, her body heat adding to the discomfort of her flatulence and only causing you to become more and more dishevelled, until finally your subdued squirming finally became too much for her to stand, and with a roll of her eyes she decided to give you what you clearly wanted, or rather what she really needed to get out
azureangelic: leaning forward atop your damp frame, her entire gut sloshing and blorping from the motion, she shifted from side to side slightly and planted her massive asscheeks directly atop your torso, putting your head almost against her lower back, reached forward to grab at her sweaty, freckled, lap-filling burrito tanker of a gut with both sticky and sauce-stained hands, and grunted piggishly before letting loose with an absolutely massive, breathtakingly foul fart, her jello buns rippling and quaking as she unloaded the gigantic eruption of hot, damp wind against you in a long, trumpeting, wet blast
azureangelic: fingers sliding on her belly and leaving streaks of red and orange on the taut mass as the depths of her stomach gurgled and groaned from the escaping gas flooding your face and body and she gave a completely shameless sigh of almost happy-sounding relief, the entire spectacle of the titanic slob's unrepetant gastrointestinal assault turning heads all over the bus and causing anybody in the adjacent seats to shift away with grimaces that went completely unheeded by the glorping girl

anon: (oof that is a block of text~)
azureangelic: (i tend to get carried away with girlbutts and also i need to make up for how badly you're trouncing me at actually properly writing things :V)
anon: (nbd, ha)

anon: "Unnnnngh... be glad it was just gas, buddy." She said as she lowered herself back down. Slowly, but she was still gradually re-crushing you with a rotund blob of a body. Once she had settled in fully she went back to phone-browsing, while idly tapping on her belly which had deflated a little. It had gotten soft while still being lap-filling.
anon: She had become attached to several food blogs and was unknowingly drooling a little as she browsed one about sweets, seeing deep-fried mars bars and cookies as big as her head. "Figures, still hungry even after a whole family meal of mexican." Hearing a tinge of sadness towards her almost-hourly hungry state you gave her a pat on the belly, a 'there, there' sort of gesture.
anon: At least, one that only someone in your situation could provide. You were still somewhat reeling from her stench, coughing being she sat back down. The space between you and her smelled like a dingy gas station restroom now.
anon: (kim pine, super-foodie)

azureangelic: the slightest pat to the side of her gut was still enough to cause the full, soft mass to gurgle a bit, and she gave a huff at the motion, sitting up a little straighter and causing sweat to smear against you in the process
azureangelic: the omnipresent gurgling and rumbling of her stomach had calmed down some, though she was still volatile and gaseous, and the most reward you got from the gesture was another deep, splutter series of idle farts from the redhead as she drummed on her belly and burped a bit from the gentle rocking of the bus

anon: "Thanks, but I didn't -urrrp- ask for YOUR sympathy." She muttered under her hot spicy breath. At least her human cushion had some empathy. That was oddly pleasing, if not ironic to her. Despite her worries about her need to indulge and then some she pulled out a nice, large bag of hot fries. She was lucky to have got them, some other fatty (like she was one to think) had bought out most of the fun-size bags so she had been left with a big family-size.
anon: She stuffed several in her mouth, coating her hands with bright red crumbs before giving her chest a THUMP. A twinge of pain was worth the slight ache slamming a fat fist into your fatter boob needed to relieve it.
anon: (very proud of that last sentence and I don't know why)

azureangelic: (bluh sorry im getting distracted)
anon: (S'fiiiiine)