(livingundies)
Stan saw Izzy’s contact name on his phone. Having had too much of her for one day, Stan clicked decline. A few seconds after this she called again, declined again. A third time she called immediately afterwards! So freakin’ stubborn. He thought. Stan reluctantly picked up. “Oh my God, what Iz-“ “Shut up!” She was always quick to shut down a tone she didn’t like.
“I need your help. It’s an emergency!”
“No it’s not.”
“Wha- YES IT IS.”
“No, it’s not, you always say it’s an emergency to get me to come over then you want help with something stupid.”
“No I don’t!”
“Izzy, look, I just spent time sliding all over you a second ago and I don’t want to see you until Monday, alrig-“
*BRAAAAAAAAAAP*
A loud car horn was heard from outside. “I’m at your apartment, get in my car, now!” She unceremoniously hung up and applied the horn again. She was so shameless. It was looking like he wasn’t going to get peace until he went along with whatever she wanted. He slipped on his shoes and went out.
Stan sprinted out the building before people got irritated by his partner and by extension him. He got to her car, a dilapidated green Volkswagen Beetle and texted her he was here. The door opened, a small shoestring taped to it for him to climb up. He climbed up and was in the abused seat likely flattened by one of her similarly sized friends.
“Alright, what’s the big-!“ Stan was instantly cut off as Izzy’s big pudgy hand gripped his entire body. She then rocketed him to her face and in his biggest surprise in a while, she planted her big thick lips over the entirety of his face. She held him there there for a while slurping on him. Meanwhile, he was getting acquainted with her slimy saliva and the smell of whatever vile dinner she had. Then, she took a pic on her phone with the flash. As soon as that was done she slung him back in the seat.
“BLECK!” Was all Stan could say as she had just defiled him. Izzy didn’t notice this, however, as she was frantically typing something out on her phone. “Bout time you showed up.” She said once she hit sent. “Ugh, no problem, can I go now.” He said groggily. The sudden lock of the doors let Stan know that he couldn't.
“Alright, skid mark, let’s get our story straight.” Izzy said driving away. “What story? What’re you talking about? Look, I’m flattered Izzy, but I’m not into you.” She slammed hard on the breaks at a stop sign. “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m not interested in a man that can so easily become a stain. This is bigger than that.” She said. “What is?!” He yelled. “Just bare with me…”
“My mom, Josefa and I are really close. She’s my best friend, but ever since I entered my twenties, she’s been pestering me about one thing. When am I going to get a man? It’s annoying, she pestered about me nonstop. I got desperate, so, I created a lie. Sometime soon after we were assigned to be partners, I told her we were dating.”
Stan was suddenly felt really scared in his seat. “It was easy to get pics of you ironed out on my butt or my boobs to try and sell it, but she wanted a ‘tender’ pic, hence why we just smooched.” He didn’t put this past Izzy, this seemed like the type of scheme she’d get herself too in over her head with. “Well, glad I could help, I guess. Mind dropping me off at my place.” He said desperately wanting out of this car.
“No can do, buddy. Every year, The Lopez Family has a get together where everybody comes to eat, play games and hang out together. I’ve blown it off after I made the lie, but mom went over my head this year. She used her connections to get in contact with Cynthia and got her to give us both the next five day off. So, I’ve got no excuse this time around.”
As Stan listened to this, he dreaded pretending to be “intimate” with his gassy partner for that long. “And what if I decline?” He asked. “Well see, that’s the thing…” Izzy then with surprising speed, brought her fist down crushing him into a sticker. She peeled him off her cheap seats then held him up to her face. “…You’re not gonna and if you do or tell my mom the truth. You’re gonna spend the next year, and I do mean the next 365 days not in my pants but in my bare crack! Where you’ll huff in a year’s worth of my after-meals, you got that?!” She said. He couldn’t respond and he didn’t need to. It was obvious that he would take the option A.
When they arrived at Izzy’s apartment, Stan was disgusted by the discarded food containers and clothes strewn about on the floor. Especially multiple pairs of sweat soaked gas radiating panties here and there. She crushed him again making sure he was still nice and flattened, she then took off her clothes. She picked out a pair of black panties, in surprisingly good shape, knowing her. She quickly hiked them up, then turned her attention to Stan. “So I know you won’t run away.” She said saying to the crumpled up ball that was her partner. She then brought him behind her back and pulled back the butt of her underwear. He would yell if he could as she dropped him in to the filthy cloth. She let the waistband snap shut then clenched her cheeks. He was sealed.
Izzy fell on her bed, back first, letting the pressure ingrain him more into her cheek meat. She fell asleep quickly, then her gas came. Stan was in hell, as blast after blast hit him. *BRAAP* *BRAAP*
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author