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Eve was bouncing on her boyfriend Mark’s lap, whimpering in his ear with all the sincerity of a dog begging for table scraps. She recovered sooner from her brutal fight with Rex, extensive surgery plans be damned. There were plenty of enemies left to handle soon, but they could wait as long as she and her boyfriend had the entire house to themselves for the day. The fuschia couch they rested on squeaked and bounced with every little jump Eve made. All the better for getting intimate when Mark’s dad happened to be a supervillain turned hero on probation while Mark’s mom left to get groceries, no doubt ready to stock up on beer for another night of lonely drinking.
“Mark, you don’t have to lie to me. I know you’re into farts,” Eve snickered. “You left your laptop on when you went to the bathroom last night, so I snuck through your browser history, and, um… well, it explained a lot more than I thought.”
Mark clenched his teeth and pulled his hands away from Eve’s jean-clad ass. That denim prison of hers had been tormenting him ever since she ripped one in his car, and now it sat closer than ever before on top of his crotch. His pants tightened as she grinded back with lips curling into a haughty grin. The bulge in his shorts continued to poke at the front with every little move.
“You know I don’t care that you’re into that stuff, right?” Eve chuckled with a smirk.
“Wh-what?!”
Mark sputtered through his words, his mind on autopilot while the plane flew to the ground, set ablaze by a gas le— no, goddamnit! Not gas! Not gas! His breath caught in his mouth, Mark shook his head while a grin met across Eve’s face, her thighs tensing now that Mark was unconsciously squeezing them for comfort.
“I-I looked those videos up as a joke!” he blabbered. “They were just a, uh, a-a stupid joke that my friends told me about, Eve, that’s it.”
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The carpet beneath Mark’s feet shook as his legs vibrated so fast, his heart jumped to his throat. He couldn’t feel his feet let alone move them before a meaty stench filled the living room and set his nostrils on fire. Once his jaw went slack, Mark coughed up the toxic fumes while Eve whipped her flowing red hair over her shoulder before pinching her waist, her lower lip protruding outward at how much fat she pulled between her fingers.
Beyond the industrial smog and least of all the tears beading at the corners of his eyes, Mark lurched where he sat, yet couldn’t throw Eve off. His back strained when he jolted, as if there were a husky dog sitting on his lap rather than a woman. The warm blob before him settled into Eve’s shape again as Mark blinked away tears and reached around her back when his hands sank within a doughy warm mesh unlike anything felt.
That was when his heart came to a halt, and he craned his head to the side and found Eve’s ass waiting for him around the corner, completely visible without seeing her from behind.
His arms trembled as he clamped his hands over his mouth. His tongue became no dryer than sandpaper while Eve wiggled her gargantuan hips, her ass bobbing sporadically, unable to stay still. Mark pulled his hands back to her legs then to her hips went scraps of denim grazed the palms of his hands, giving way to smooth, jiggly skin soon after. In a single second, Eve’s hips stretched twice past the length of her shoulders with thighs huge enough to ooze over Mark’s entire torso alone. The indent of her ass crack, as deep as it was black, taunted him when she leaned her body forward; emerald eyes sparkling once they met Mark’s.
“I didn’t just learn how to grow back my leg after… you know what,” Eve purred. “I learned I can make my body do a lot of things, Mark. And I mean that both inside and out.”
Eve wiggled her hips as Mark swallowed hard and stifled a moan. Already, his rock-hard cock threatened to rip through his pants, but he held fast, refusing to give Eve the satisfaction so soon. At the same time, it wouldn’t be long until his mom returned home and he needed a sweet release after going shopping with his girlfriend. Maybe an endurance test was what he needed.
Maybe this, after all the shit he survived over the years, was what he really needed.
“Well,” Eve said, “don’t you wanna try me out? I think my butt is like a big pile of jello right now, tiger. C’mon, don’t you wanna see how hard it jiggles by—?”
“Can you control your farts?”
A tint of red spread across Mark’s face as Eve’s brow rose to the roof. Her lips curled down before she cackled right at him, unable to ignore how adorable he looked when acting so blunt.
“Hahahaha! Uh, I mean, yeah, I think I can hold off on my farts,” she answered.
“No, I mean, can you control the, uh, the length and v-volume of them?” Mark specified. “I’m really into the big… like, really big nasty ones that don’t smell as much, but are like, ‘damn, I didn’t know a girl like that could fart’.”
“So that’s why you’re into my farts? You like that lil’ old me is farting because girls don’t fart? Or do you think I was always too shy to be caught farting around you? Is that what I’m getting at here?”
“Kind of? I mean, I hope you don’t take that the wrong way or anything, but—”
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Eve pushed her hands down on her abs when what sounded like a mewling cat rumbled against Mark’s dick and slurred a moan from his mouth. He pushed his lover’s fat ass cheeks together, his hands disappearing into her rump until they swallowed his wrists whole. The entire room shuddered before Eve’s trombone solo came to an end with her winking to Mark as soon as he lifted his head. If it weren’t for the sweat beading off his forehead drizzling down his face, she would have kissed him on the spot.
“Does that answer your question, Mark?”
Eve cocked her brow while Mark curled his toes, his jaw completely slack, his hands gripping her ass with all his strength. His arms were shaking from the shock even if she already farted around him before. Now he sat there without a thought in his mind as Eve rolled her eyes with a grunt.
Alright, I know just how to make this guy talk… she thought to herself. Her stomach roared when the ten-ton weight in her gut fizzled away and her sphincter erupted like a firecracker.
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Mark let out a euphoric wail as Eve wrapped her arms around his waist, holding him against her chest. Everything below her waist rippled for all of eight seconds but it might as well have been an eternity. The smell of sliced cabbages filled the room and rocked Mark with a fire that refused to settle. No matter how much air he sucked in however, his mind couldn’t tear away from that juicy monster whose thighs swelled twice their size on his lap, easily pinning him down for another fart.
Shifting her hands to the back of Mark’s neck, Eve pulled him to her mouth and kissed him as his ears rang from the next bassy blast that tore from her. Her tongue coiled around his as her ass rippled underneath his cock. The tighter his pants grew, the warmer his lap became until Eve popped her shoulders, desperate to chase that climax. She ruffled her boyfriend’s dark, shaggy hair with tresses falling between her fingers, all the while Mark’s hands scooped up her ass and shook it with his strength. A genuine muffled moan dissipated between her ass’ rapturous trumpeting as Eve swallowed the love she yearned for for so long.
For Mark, the taste of strawberries was orgasmic, but the raw musky smell burning off what remained of Eve’s civilian clothes stoked the flames burning his core. He fished his hands within her doughy rump and spread her cheeks apart when the tips of his fingers graced her asshole. Through the haze and heady heartbeats, he would never noticed unless Eve didn’t groan constantly at the touch. Mark pinched his brow shut before he ran his finger around her anus, massaging the outer rim with his loving embrace while Eve pushed chest further towards him.
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Eve hunched her shoulders and pulled away from Mark, her lower lip dripping with saliva, her breasts heaving drawing in as much air as she could. A fiery hue no redder than her hair burned across her face as Mark wiped his, flinching from the burning blush that scorched him. By the time the two lovers caught their breath (eggy smells aside), Eve flashed a cheeky grin.
“If you wanted to fish inside my ass, you could have told me, cowboy,” Eve gradually rose off of Mark and straightened her posture, stretching her arms to the roof. Her gargantuan hips swung to the side as he clenched the arm of the couch the further she swung her ass to the side.
“S-sorry, Eve,” stammered Mark. “I guess I, uh, don’t know my own strength? W-we should probably stop now just in case—”
Mark gestured his arms to the front door before Eve turned on her heel, without warning, and drenched her boyfriend underneath the shadow of a pear. Her massive butt, shrouded by darkness thanks to her thighs blocking the sun alone, gently pressed against his face until his nose and lips were inside the cheeks. It was a matter of Eve pushing on her gut while the sound of wheels slowing down on concrete reverberated outside.
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A humble raspberry blasted Mark point-blank while Eve cackled to herself. Predictably, he didn’t swing his arms so much as hook them around her hips, allowing her fat ass and especially her large thighs to suffocate him. Her legs alone clung to his neck with a meaty scent perfuming him down to his pecs. His loving girlfriend would have no doubt gone further until she heard the clacking of heels outside, and she swallowed her breath when her stomach growled.
“Mark, we need to go, now,” Eve stepped forward and freed Mark from her clutches while his body jostled. He gave a dazed chuckle at first before the footsteps rose in volume, and the scraps of denim on the coffee table turned his hit flame into a cold sweat.
“Shit! We’ll never be able to clean this up in time,” Mark spat.
Eve crossed her naked legs together when her stomach tensed and another bear-like grumble shook the living room. “Forget about my pants, I-I need to fart right now. And I am not letting your mom see me like this when we just promised to house sit and help bring in the groceries!”
“My old room is upstairs, we can hide up there, c’mon!”
Mark took Eve by her trembling hand and sprinted for the stairway by the corner of the living room, the spiraling steps segueing to security. Her right thigh and ass cheek were smushed along the dry paper wall with a small trail of sweat that followed the pair the faster they ran. A chorus of toots spewed out behind Eve before Mark shoulder checked the door, shoving his hyper-sized honey inside with one yank, and only a few cracks sprouting in the door frame as she stumbled inside, easily shutting the door with a swing of her hips.
Debbie Grayson gingerly pushed open the front door to her house with a little kick, her body staggering while holding two paper bags each filled to the brim with food in her stocky arms. She shook her head as she trotted inside her house, knowing damn well there were more groceries outside waiting to be brought in. Thankfully, her son and his girlfriend were stopping by town and as she set the bags on the coffee table, Debbie breathed gently before a rank, meaty stench hit the back of her throat.
“Oh, shit!”
Debbie clamped her hands over her mouth and gagged; tears beading at the corners of her sunken eyes in mere seconds. No way in hell there could have been a gas leak when she left only an hour ago. She stomped on the ruined jeans beneath her heels and kept her nose plugged, wondering where the hell that stench could have come from. The answer soon arrived with a baritone rumble that shook the house from the upstairs guest room.
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