This choice: Melanie (She’s a fat lazy slob) • Go Back...Chapter #6Melanie (She’s A Lazy Italian Princess) by: TheNewJaxson   Based of the writings of mrman000man
Jesse stared at this big, jolly blubbery (but not saggy) that was his Aunt Melanie.
Her weight wasn't even like his parents had described to him in their stories. She was Huge! She was only 5 inches taller than you, but she had to be at least 450 pounds! Her belly was perfectly round and had two larger-than-watermelon-sized breast resting comfortable on top of it. Her ass was like twin giant pillows from heaven and her thighs like tree trunk. Her but stood out behind her and had a tremendous shelf with it. Her face was plumped with dimpled cheeks and a second chin going-on third. Her fat cheeks should have obscured her big brown eyes, but somehow they just added to their innocence.
But it was her outfit that really stood out. She was wearing a giant brown leather jacket that fit snuggly over her vast frame, but couldn’t quite fit around her giant chest to show off her Grand Canyon-sized cleavage. She wore a pair of leopard print leggings. She had on white gloves that showed off her pudgy fingers, and was carrying a small clutch. She had black patent leather heels that barely contained her wide cankles. Her neck and face were adorn with stylish makeup which accented her Italian heritage and a very large pearl necklace resting between her neck and cleavage. Her hair was something too, it was voluminous, jet black, curly and fell down around her shoulder and lower back from under her baseball hat.
Overall, his Aunt Melanie was a walking Italian princess stereotype come to life.
"Why hello dere, Jessie", she said approaching Jesse, her voice feminine yet nasally and polite. "Its so wahndaful to finally meetchu!"
"Um, Yeah, you too- ACK!!" was all Jesse got out before she brought Jesse in for a smothering hug.
"I'm so delighted to have you staying wif me" she said letting go, unaware of the embarrassment Jesse just suffered. "Well, let's be off then, babe. It's getting late and I totally want to veg out on the couch." She turned around and started walking, and when suddenly her large hip bumped against a support beam, and she let out a loud FRRRRRRRTTT!
"Exscusay me," She laughed. "I'm sorry about that Jessie."
"Oh it's alright, uh Aunt Melanie. Jesse says uncomfortably. "Nothing to be embarrassed about.
"But I am embarrassed" she said. "Usually my gas is much louder den dat. And a little more spicy! Darn Shame farting such ass weak farts. Shows nothin’ of what I can do>"
"Louder? Darn Shame?" Jesse said, flabbergasted that his Aunt was not ashamed by her fart, but instead by how soft - to her at least - it sounded.
"Yes, they are. They’re window rattling farts, something to really write home about!" Aunt Merlanie explained. She saw the look of confusion on her nephew's face, and just smiled warmly. She place a gloved hand on his cheek and began to explain further.
"You see, Jesse," she began, "I've had mah fabulous gas since I was a little infant, and like every lazy, little girl I took pride in my flatulence, like all less gassy people wish they could. I consider my self a woman of high gas as it’s not a problem, but if I don't let it out it denies the world my amazing stink! My weight, just makes me feel even bettah about myself, but I try nevah to let it go to my head," She struck a feminine pose. "I am proud of who I am, and I lovah being me!" Then she bent over to the side and let out a loud FRRRRRRRT!
They both started heading towards her car, a bog old fashioned Cadillac, when she turned to Jesse and gave him a wink.
"Give it time, my dear nephew, and you'll get use to my gas." She smiled. "Who knows? Maybe you'll even embrace my life-changing, gas-spewing views?"
Yeah, Like THAT is going to happen. Jesse laughed in his head.
And so Jesse and his Aunt Melanie went off to her home, which was large house, almost like a small mansion, in the suburbs of the city. She had farted all the way there, slapping him on the shoulder each time to make sure he got sniff for himself, and into the house, completely ignoring Jesse's discomfort by it and prattling on about life in the suburbs as the premiere Italian trendsetter and couch enthusiast. After Jesse had gotten his room and put his stuff away, Aunt Melanie began to fix dinner, which was a large, fattening Italian meal of a 5-meat meatballs, spaghetti with Italian gravy, plenty of garlic bread, baked ziti, and a large pan of lasagna. For desert 5-cream cannolis. Jesse ate what he could, but his Aunt had practically finished everything left over with elegant gusto, a loud burp, and plenty of her spicy farts on the way back to the couch, where she settled back into the ass indent she had left on the cushions.
And so for the next few weeks, Jesse adapted to living with his Aunt. He spent most of the time mostly observing her and her life. She carried herself with class and sophistication whenever she left the couch, but it was a bit ridiculous to see on a woman her size. She would serve luncheons at her home with her friend and their daughters or Nieces, all of who were roughly her size (the Mothers/Aunts) or slowly approaching (the daughters/nieces) joining her on the couch to eat.
Some of the younger girls had taken a fancy to Jesse and tried to flirt with him. He didn't see the harm and thought some of them were cute, but unfortunately some had a flatulent problem like Aunt Melanie. Well not like Aunt Melanie, but like Aunty Melanie, if you know what I mean. Also, there was something a bit off about them that Jesse couldn't quite put his finger on.
Overall though, Jesse was amused and annoyed by his Aunt Melanie's lazy Italian princess caricature-ness and flatulence. He could help but wonder sometimes what it would be like to be in his Aunt's (smelly) shoes.
One day, however, he had gotten the answer. Jesse was home alone during the middle of the day while his Aunt was out at the store looking at new couches. He was bored and decided to explore the house to find something to do. His snooping eventually brought him to Aunt Melanie’s room, where he found an elegant room with lots feminine accessories, a large plush bed with dozens of large pillows, and curiously one of her full wardrobe outfits sprawled out on the bed. He reckoned they were out to be cleaned later.
That's when he got an idea out of nowhere. He immediately stripped of his clothes and proceeded to put on his Aunt's. First the bra and panties, which were very large so he built up his Aunt's physique by stuffing pillows from the bed into the cups, crotch and rear of the underwear. Then he took the red polka-dotted top and white leggings and pulled them over and onto his body, once again, using a large pillow to make the belly. He slipped on one of her jackets and hats before slipping on a pair of his Aunts Mary Janes, then went to her Makeup Table to apply some of her lipstick and eye liner.
Jesse was now looking himself over in the mirror. He looked even more of a caricature of a fat woman than his Aunt, and he could not help but laugh at his reflection. He then decided to go even further into character and starting copying the mannerism he saw his Aunt use: her walk, her talk, etc. Then he felt something in his stomach. A built up of gas from all the greasy Italian food his aunt insisted on shoving down his throat for lunch. Smirking, he bent forward and unleashed a massive fart of his own. FRRRRRRT!
"Mama Mia!" He shouted in a fake, high feminine voice to imitate his Aunt (And surprisingly, he sounded a bit just like her). Who couldn't help but roll his head back in laugher. “That was one spicy meat-a-ball!”
"JESSE!!" he heard someone yell.
Her turned around in fear and saw his Aunt Melanie standing in the door of her bedroom. And she appeared to be...
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