This choice: Joan & Hilary, Come to Feed and Girlify him even more against his will. • Go Back...Chapter #6Joan & Hilary, Fanny's Henchmen...er...Henchwomen by: TheNewJaxson   “Joan! Hilary! What brings you Jesse and my way?” Fanny greeted her with what Jesse didn’t realize was a rhetorical question. Fanny damn well knew what her friends were here to do. They were here to help her punish Jesse further.
Joan laughed, “Why Fanny you funny farter you!”
Fanny’s fart reverberated throughout the house stinking up the foyer where they stood, “Guilty as charged!” she mockingly curtsied.
“Oh, stinky my dear,” Hilary waved the noxious smell from her nose. “But as much as we would love to sit around and smell your farts dear, we’re here to help out your lovely niece Jesse!”
“Here for me?” Jesse mumbled as he sat up on the couch from his nap. If these two fat women wanted him, Jesse knew it wasn’t to indulge what he wanted. He straightened his beehive wig and tried to sneak away, but was immediately caught.
“Jesse!” Fanny yelled. “Where you going honey? Get over here and say hello! You have guests!” Jesse hung his head in defeat and walked over to his aunt.
“Hi, Joan. Hi, Hilary,” Jesse smiled weakly at them in greeting.
“Oh honey, don’t be shy,” Fanny slapped him on the ass as had as she could. He’d have her handprint tattooed to his as for four full days. But the result was exactly what Fanny had intended; Jesse’s rump trumpeted out a fart that rivaled his aunt’s from earlier.
THHHRRRRRPPPTTTTTT!
“Jesse dear, you are too much,” Hilary laughed. She took Jesse by the hand, “Now c’mon. We are going to put some REAL meat on those bones!”
“And help you develop a sense of style just like mine!” Joan held her hand out for Jesse to look at all the gaudy bangles she wore so proudly.
“So dinner and shopping? Out there? In public?” Jesse gulped.
“I know what you’re thinking,” Hilary spoke gently as she put her hand on his shoulder reassuringly, “but between your looks and your farts everyone will be staring at you.”
“Yeah, just what I want,” Jesse said fearfully. His ass sounded off again giving the impression he was in for this.
“So let’s get going then,” Joan smiled, “off to the wig outlet!”
“Wig outlet?” Jesse asked confused.
“Dear,” Hilary giggled, “Did you think that beehive wig was fooling anyone?” Jesse opened his mouth to say something but quickly closed it in further embarrassment. She put her arm around him an lead him out of the house, “Let’s go get you one that doesn’t make you, dear, look like a teenage boy in a girl’s wig.”
They drove to the outlet but wouldn’t let Jesse leave the car unless he filled it up with the same stink that his aunt Fanny would have. After a few minutes of pushing out farts, some which almost made him shit his dress, the car smelt like a dumpster at high noon on a hot June day. The two bigger ladies sniffed the air greedily and finally relented that the smell was subsiding so they could finally leave the car for the outlet.
Jesse’s fart stuck to their clothes but where as he was embarrassed to literally smell like ass, Joan and Hilary took turns sniffing each other and enjoying it. They were enjoying it so much they failed to hear the sales associate when he asked them what they wanted. “What’s that dear?” Hilary asked.
“I said, how can I help you,” he looked at Jesse, “ladies?” Jesse stepped to the side so that Hilary partially blocked the clerk’s view of him.
“Yes,” Joan smiled. Jesse had to admit her smile did light up the room. He could kind of see himself with her for a night of fun, especially considering her rather large…chest. His mind began to wander in imagination so he relaxed just long enough for his trouser trombone to blast a loud but low note, which drew the clerk’s attention to him. “As you can see our friend here has a less than convincing wig. We need your loudest, biggest, fire engine red beehive wig!”
“Wait!’ Jesse interjected, “But I’m a blond!”
“We know dear,” Hilary smiled, “but a truly trashy woman has tacky red hair like your aunt Fanny.”
“You’re related to Fanny,” the clerk lit up. “Man I just love your aunt! I really love her big, giant…” he cupped his hands in front of his chest, “…farts! I really love her farts!” He composed himself and took a breath. “So the tallest, reddest beehive wig I have, then?”
“Unless you wanted an afro like mine dear?” Hilary teased. Jesse just shook his head no. “Bring us a few choices, money isn’t an object here.” The clerk shook his head yes in understanding and went off to collect what he needed. Soon he presented the three of them with three red beehive wigs for them to try on and sample. “Oh, very nice selection dear,” she complimented the clerk as placed a mirror on the counter for them to use and backed away to give them time and privacy.
Joan and Hilary laughed their big buts off as they made Jesse try on the wigs and in return tried the wigs on themselves. They were each wearing a big red beehive wig when Jesse slipped on the last one and their eyes lit up. “That’s the one!” Joan smiled.
“It certainly is!” Hilary agreed.
“This one?” Jesse asked unconvinced as he stared in the mirror. it mush have been almost fifteen inches tall and was as red Dracula’s favorite drink. “It seems like a joke more than a wig. It’s so big and garish!”
“And that screams Fanny!” Joan smirked. “And that’s who you want to be like, isn’t it?”
Jesse clenched his jaw in frustration, but finally relented, “…Yes…”
“Then it’s your dear! On us!” Hilary smacked him on the back, the suddenness of it all making Jesse fart uncontrollably.
FFFRRRRRAAAAAAPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTT!
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