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Chapter #4
Bowels of the beast
by: Unknown
A dull groan comes from deep in the layers of her ass. You stop savoring the feel of the warm fat-choked skin massaging your face and body to listen to it. A fart erupts high above you and causes the fat linings to shiver against the sides of your head. The gas coils it's way down through tight, sweaty crack and makes it way down to where you are. You inhale deeply then immediately gag and hold your breath. No mistaking that; it's a thick, ripe bean fart. You twist your shoulders on reflex to get out, but the curtain of blubber hangs heavily on them. The squished cellulite that's covering you felt delicate and soft at first, and flowed effotlessly in your hand, but when you fight against it, it sits immobile on top of you, barely shaken by your panicked squirming.
Fear washes over you and you struggle some more. The dimpled walls push in a little bit but smack right back into you and smother your nostrils. The titanic ass just sits grimly on top of you and lets sweat drops form along the crack. The silk panties stretched so comfortably behind your head start to dampen...
High up in the stratosphere, the fat-assed elephant licks her fat fingers and bites into a fat, greasy burrito. Her teeth rip into the tortilla savagely and bean dip drips down her cheeks. She smirks with her mouth full when she farts again into the seat cushion. She's confident no one will hear it buried beneath those 200+ pounds of ass. She suppresses a giggle when she feels the her cheeks ripple from the trapped fart. She wiggles her big behind into the cushion and smears you mercilessly beneath it. You fight a try to get out, terrified of the mountains of beans plopping into her stomach over and over. Everything rumbles from the suppressed waste clogging her rectum above. The fatso doesn't care and her teeth loudly crunch into a huge chulupa.
You press your hands on the reddened walls to keep them from pulverizing you, but your hands just sink into the cellulite and the giant craters in her skin keep smacking you. Another constipated fart floods the tight crevice and you can tell by the way it smells what comes next. The woman daintily licks the bean dip from her lips and dabs her mouth with a napkin.
A loud gurgling erupts under her.
Her eyes snap open wide and her cheeks puff out. She clamps her knees and darts her glance around. She has to go right now. Squeezing herself out of the booth, she swings her huge ass out and waddles toward the bathroom, her chunky ass and thighs banging beneath her wedged-up skirt. You feel the creased layers of fat ripple from each swing of her hips, then hear the clomp of her shoes on bathroom tile. Her hips rub against the tight walls of the stall and she swings her crack over the bottomless pit of the toilet bowl. With a firm jerk her sausage fingers wrap around her skirt and give it a sharp pull, leaving you--
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