A “Romantic” Dinner
Kyle had never been more disgusted in his entire life. His face, hair, and probably most of his chest were covered in shit. Not only that, but every time he actually got a little bit of sleep, he would be assaulted by another giant fart from Jessi’s foul butt, which was still planted squarely on his head. It only made it worse to know that she was completely oblivious to it all, and with how she would periodically grind his face between farts, he was starting to think that she was subconsciously enjoying it.
Eventually, exhaustion finally allowed the sweet release of sleep…
By the time Kyle awoke, he had convinced himself it was all just a nightmare, but he was quickly brought back to the sick reality with a hearty PPRRAAAPPTT!!! Kyle could barely hear Jessi through her gigantic buns as she seemed to be waking up. “Hmm… *Yawn.* FFLLAAAPPTT!!! Oopsie, hehehe, sorry KyKy, morning gas is the worst. FRRRTT!” Jessi let out another giggle in embarrassment, shifting her ass from side to side and grinding the stink into Kyle’s nose as he tried to move his stiff body to get her attention.
“Did you get a good night’s sleep, KyKy? …KyKy? Where are you? Oh no, like, don’t tell me he left!!!” As Jessi panicked, Kyle felt a final increase of immense pressure before her ass finally rose and released its hold on him, though not without a sickening squelch as it seemed reluctant to let him go from its massive crack. Kyle gulped the first fresh air he had in hours, but only for a moment before a final PPPRRRROOOOSSHTT as Jessi stood up the rest of the way.
Jessi stood over him, looking this way and that, somehow still oblivious to her shit-stained crack. With her back still turned, Kyle toyed with the notion of sprinting out the door, but the only thing worse than running through an apartment building with shit all over your face would be having a girl with a naked crap-smeared ass running after you. With a sigh, he coughed and said her name. She quickly turned around, and Kyle was amazed in spite of himself to watch as she had to pull her breasts apart to look down at him through her cleavage.
“Oh, there you are, KyKy! I was afraid you… you left… Oh… My… GOD!!!” A look of confusion washed over her face as her eyes traveled first from Kyle’s face to her butt (or at least as much of it as she could see), then as it clicked her expression quickly changed to horror. “Oh my god, like… I didn’t, did I?! OhmygodohmygodI’msosorryIdon’tknowwhathappenedyou’renevergoingtoforgivemeI justwanttodie!!!”
As her legs gave out from under her and she plopped down hard next to him, Kyle realized too late that he had missed his chance to berate her. Her face was the very definition of sadness, and that was before she burst into bubbly sobs, spouting gibberish about ruining everything and him leaving between each bout of waterworks. Huge tears welled up and streamed down her face, and it was all Kyle could do, even crap-covered as he was, to not reach out and hug her.
He would have rather lived in a cardboard box if he was told what was going to happen here, but now that he had spent even the short amount of time with her, he couldn’t bring himself to leave her destroyed like this. It wasn’t like she was actively trying to do this stuff to him… Then again, she definitely wasn’t trying NOT to either… But he was trapped nonetheless. “Jessi… It’s okay, I’m not leaving… I told you, shit happens, right?”
Jessi slowly blubbered to a stop from her crying fit, not sure whether he actually meant what he said or not. “I’m still here, aren’t I? –WAIT!”
Jessi stopped in mid-glomp, her still exposed breast bobbing along with its covered twin inches from his face. “Showering and cleaning up first, THEN you can hug me all you want.” Kyle immediately regretted phrasing his statement that way, but couldn’t help but be glad he at least could get clean again. Though how long that would last was anyone’s guess. Getting up to shower first, Kyle fought back a smile as he watched Jessi bounce happily around the bed, giggling like a school girl even as she bundled up the refuse-covered sheets and nonchalantly threw them into the “dirty clothes bin”, as usual completely oblivious to the smell, not to mention the most likely permanent stain on her mattress.
By the time both Kyle and Jessi were done showering, it was early afternoon. It had taken Kyle over an hour to get every bit of her waste off of him and out of his hair, and at least most of the smell. Jessi took just as long, though in her case it seemed to be because she was doing more singing than washing (though calling the high off-pitched screeches of Jessi “singing” was like calling a lopsided stick figure “art”). It wasn’t any better to listen to when you added in the constant “bass-line” of Jessi’s morning gas; the tacos (even after two more than massive bowel movements) apparently still ripping through her system with a vengeance.
Kyle finished getting dressed while he waited, putting on a pair of black jeans and a red turtleneck, trying as best he could to not think of what most likely would happen to one of the only good outfits he had left after the move. “Hey, KyKy! SSPPPRFF! Do you like, FRRAASSHTT! Hehehe, excuse me. Do you like, wanna go out to eat? I’m totally mmphPPRRRAAPPPT!!! Starving. Hehe.” Kyle replied with an affirmative, though he wasn’t sure his stomach was ever going to recover from the “breakfast” Jessi had given him.
When Jessi finally got out of the shower, Kyle turned his attention from the TV and was stunned. Jessi stood in the doorway in all of her dripping wet glory, a small towel held across her chest by one arm and barely hanging long enough to cover her crotch, no doubt leaving her backside completely exposed. He wasn’t sure if he was most impressed by this sight, or the fact that he could practically see the stink from her farts, heavily saturated by the shower water, flow in from behind her and attack his nose.
Trying to put up with the smell to enjoy the view, Kyle didn’t see the smirk on Jessi’s face until it was too late. “Here I come!!!” With a sudden burst of giggles, Jessi dove at him, seeming to forget all about covering up her wet body with the towel as she tackled Kyle to the ground. Having survived being nearly crushed upon landing on the clothes-strewn floor with Jessi on top of him, Kyle received no respite as she proceeded to smother him with a pair of orbs he was getting very acquainted with. “Hehehe! PPLAAPPTT!!! Remember? You like, said I could hug you as much as I want! Hehehe! SPLORT!!! ‘Scuse me.”
His clothes now soaked, Kyle definitely remembered. He also couldn’t help but recognize a bit more than a hint of the BO that he had been forced to smell every time Jessi gave him a hug. But how could she still have a scent after just getting out of an hour-long shower? When she finally disentangled herself from him, he couldn’t help but ask about it as slyly as he could muster. “Umm… Jessi… what kind of soap do you use?”
Jessi pulled her towel (which had miraculously never uncovered her crotch) back up to “cover” her bulging breasts. “Oh, I dunno, I just like, buy whatever looks good. I used soap last week though, so I just rinsed off this time. Hehehe. FFRRAAAPPPSSTTT!!!” Kyle sighed, once again shown why he was probably her longest-lasting boyfriend to this day. “Anyway, let’s get ready! I’m like, totally gonna FRRPPTT! Die!”
As Jessi started rooting through the room for an outfit, Kyle tried his best not to stare, but failed. Her bum completely exposed in all its jiggling magnificence, it was like it had magnetic force on his eyes, even as he could practically see smell lines streaming off of it as she continued to nonchalantly rip ass. “This’ll work! I haven’t worn this outfit in… BLART!! –ever, I hope it hasn’t shrunk too much.” Kyle highly doubted the material had shrunk at all, but as she turned around and showed him the outfit, he was even more doubtful she would even get into it.
In one hand, she held a baby-tee, the white garment adorned with a large yellow duckling with the caption, “I Like Duckies!” underneath. In the other, Jessi held a yellow mini-skirt, a small pocket affixed on the back end of the cotton-stretchy material. Both looked to be made for someone sizes upon sizes smaller (not to mention a foot or so shorter) than Jessi, but of course Kyle saw no signs of her noticing.
Showing the biggest act of ‘modesty’ Kyle had ever seen her display, Jessi tied the towel as well as she could around her waist (which ended up with it like an apron, still leaving her butt fully exposed, not to mention her bouncing breasts). He could do nothing but stare as Jessi tossed the skirt on the corner of the shit-stained mattress and started putting the t-shirt on, no bra in sight. Kyle wouldn’t have been able to look away if his life depended on it as she got caught in the shirt as she got her arms through and tried to slip it over her head, her breasts flopping and bouncing hypnotically with every shimmy and shake.
When she finally got unstuck, giggling as she went, the big obstacle, her chest, loomed large. Undaunted, Jessi yanked and pulled on the tiny shirt, stretching and yanking and pulling, forcing the shirt down until she decided to rest. “Sorry, KyKy –FFFRAAPPTT!!! I guess this shirt did shrink a bit. Hehe.” Kyle once again doubted that, but was distracted as the shirt was only staying because she had it caught on her nipples, under-cleavage running rampant.
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