By: znegatory
For as long as Sheila could remember, she’d been prim and proper. Impeccable manners and polite smiles spilled forth from her without even an ounce of effort. She dressed modestly, behaved courteously, always watched her weight, and spent her time with people just like herself.
It was little surprise, therefore, that when Sheila ended up on a date with someone, it was with someone very prim and proper. And indeed, after they got together, when Sheila introduced her new girlfriend Iris to her friends, not one of them was surprised to see how well Iris conducted herself.
Sheila couldn’t help but feel a little surprised, though, the first time Iris farted in front of her. She was just as shocked only a few seconds later, the second time Iris farted in front of her. And, just a moment later, when Iris let loose for the third time, the surprise was as strong as ever.
But, as surprised as she was, she couldn’t lie to herself… It was intriguing. It was… captivating.
Sheila was hooked.
Iris shoved open her apartment’s front door with her shoulder then stomped in with a scowl, leading Sheila by the arm. She quickly kicked off her shoes, letting them fly where they pleased, as Sheila softly closed the door behind her.
No matter how many times she came round to Iris’ place, Sheila could never quite get used to it. In many ways, it resembled her own apartment, similarly sized with a roughly equal layout, both on the second floor of their respective blocks. Even if they’d been identical in these aspects though, they’d still feel so different. You couldn’t get away from Iris’ funk.
The floor, the tables, the chairs, everything of the sort was covered in something or other. At best, it was an old letter or takeout menu. At worst, it was something Sheila didn’t wish to imagine. As Iris led her to the bedroom, Sheila’s toes pressed against something cold, and squishy, and wet. She didn’t look down. She was happier leaving the details a mystery.
She was certain it was one of the many contributors to the unplaceable odours of the place, though. Strange scents swirled out of every corner of the apartment and mixed together with weeks’ worth of trapped farts creating a concoction which caused Sheila’s nose to wrinkle up involuntarily every time she entered. That wasn’t to say she didn’t like it. Her nose wrinkled but her mouth smiled widely. It was Iris’ funk, after all.
Iris collapsed into bed with a belch. The very moment the springs started creaking, she was already yanking off her shirt, peeling down her skirt, and ripping open the buttons on her girdle, letting her body breathe.
“Holy fuck, dude,” she said, her gut inflating to its full size as she let out her breath, “I’m way too much woman for my wardrobe.”
She idly tossed an empty packet of cookies off her bed to the floor. It tumbled down a great pile of trash, dropping crumbs along the way.
“You sitting down, Sheila?” she asked, her frown lightening a little, “If you eat me out, I’ll return the favour later.”
“Y—yes!” squeaked Sheila as she lightly sat at her girlfriend’s side, not even pressing down on the springs a little. Iris smiled.
“Dude, I still can’t believe you’re actually like this,” she laughed, “Like, respect! It takes a lot outta me to dress up all nice and hold in all my gas but you do it so easily! But—BWOOARP—after a long day at work, I just gotta let loose. And today was fucking shit!!”
With another ripe belch, Iris yanked out her hairband, letting her deep brown hair fall in messy curls around her face. Sheila couldn’t help but gaze at her, watching the curls drape down. Then, automatically, her gaze moved downwards, down to her chest, to her breasts which bulged like rising bread rolls out of her bra, then further down to her gut, round and rippled with angry red stretchmarks, tucked into her huge white panties, heaving up and falling down with each of her breaths.
Back when the two had first met, Iris’ belly had simply been playfully pudgy. Sheila could stick a fingertip in and softly jiggle it around a little. Back then, it had been effortless to hide. Simply hoisting her skirt up a bit was enough to completely hide her chub. But now? In order to maintain her public image, she needed to wear her girdle, to suck in her gut, and to eat and drink as little as she could whenever she was around others. Leaning back, letting her belly stick out even more than it had been, she untucked her gut from her panties as she shimmied them off, flinging them away like a slingshot.
“Tucking this beast away all day is a nightmare!” she said, “The day’s gonna come where nothing I do’ll hide it. Everyone will know what a fucking hog I am. But, for now—OOOAURRP—that’s for you and you alone to know. How lucky you are!”
Sheila smiled, her face growing red. She brushed a strand of blonde hair out of her face, taking in the sight of her partner. Iris heaved up her gut, which had stuck to her thighs as though glued on, and spread her legs a little, letting a blast of trapped sour sweaty stench fill the room. Then, as she cast away her bra, her sweaty, pungent pits forced a new wave of odour upon Sheila. Just raising her arms had such a strong effect! The air was almost viscous with sheer stinkiness. Sheila just blushed more. Such impropriety was exhilarating.
Now Iris was fully naked, Sheila got to undressing herself. Reddening more and more as she stripped down, she took off her shirt, her bra, and her skirt, before finally slipping her frilly panties off. She ran a finger down her abdomen, flat as could be, before resting her hand on Iris’ chunky side, watching her fingers sink in, giving it a few tender rubs, tracing her stretchmarks with her nails. Iris stroked Sheila’s leg a few times before tensing up, leaning to the side, and pushing out a thick, meaty fart towards her girlfriend. Somewhere in that foul cloud, you could faintly catch the scent of the half-dozen burgers she’d packed away for breakfast. Sheila nuzzled up close to her as Iris scratched her wide butt.
Once more, Sheila gazed across Iris’ body, but this time her eyes lingered on her favourite part of it. As much as Iris’ huge belly excited her, as much as she enjoyed trying to wrap her arms round her huge hips and soft ass, her absolute favourite part of Iris’ body were her legs, and in particular, her thighs. Almost as wide as her chunky butt cheeks, her thighs were mighty thick! But unlike her belly or butt, which Sheila could sink her hands into (or indeed, as she enjoyed doing, her face), there was little softness about her thighs! A slight dimpled layer of pudge coated deceptively strong, tough muscles. Though you could wobble them a bit, they were far too sturdy to squeeze! Her legs stood as firm as tree-trunks. With her skirt on, you’d have no way of knowing. But right now, Sheila couldn’t ignore it. Not at all.
Sheila’s face was red-hot now. She rested her hands on Iris’ wide gut, bending down.
“You ready?” asked Iris, leaning back, spreading her legs out, pulling her thighs apart with her hands, trying to make room for her girlfriend, “Knowing we were gonna spend the evening together was the only thing that got me through work today. What would I do without you?”
Sheila couldn’t hold back any longer. Right away, she buried her head right between Iris’ legs. The sweaty blasts Iris had let out while undressing had barely been a taste of the true miasma she’d kept trapped down here! As Sheila started to lick, uncontrollably, she gagged a little. Iris just about caught this. It filled her with pride.
“Fffffuck, you’re incredible,” Iris cooed, “This is the be—oooarrrrpppp—st thing that’s happened to me all day.” She leant back even further, and as she started breathing more heavily, she couldn’t help but let out soft, airy belches between each breath.
Sheila ran her hands across Iris’ body, squeezing the rolls like a masseuse, admiring every curve as though shaping her figure on a potter’s wheel. Her belly had a slight roll forming across its centre, the hint of a double belly to come, dotted with especially tender stretchmarks which Sheila made sure to gently caress. Then, slowly, she moved her hands down to Iris’ flabby butt, exploring its cellulite, feeling the rippling fat beneath.
“There were three no-shows today,” Iris began, “So we were already—BWAARRP—swamped with work from the moment I clocked in—urrrp—and that would have been bad enough, but they—OOURP—decided today would be the time to send—uuuuoarpp—two supervisors to carry out training!!”
Sheila continued to run her hands across Iris’ body, moving them even further down to her tremendously thick legs. She pressed against them as best she could, rubbing against the thick, dark hairs, occasionally going back to grab at her pillowy ass-flab but mainly focusing on those thighs. Iris only ever shaved her lower legs, the only parts of her legs she’d show in public. Sheila always made sure to keep her own legs waxed smooth. Iris was the first woman she’d met with hair like this. She couldn’t get enough of it.
“So, as fucking always,” Iris continued, her breathing growing more ragged, “I got lumped with all their jobs!! Five people down altogether and—BWWWOOOAAARRRRPP—I was expected to pick up the slack for the lot of them!! There’s—OOOUUARP—only so much I can do by myself! And dude, the—BROUUURRRPP—client was such a fu—UUUURRP—cking pain in the ass too!”
The more Iris talked, the faster Sheila got! Her tongue darted around with the same grace and precision that she did everything else with. She knew exactly how to make Iris melt. Iris moaned more and more which just caused her to talk faster, trying to fit as many words as she could between the moans and belches.
“One of the—BWURRRRPP—guys had the nerve to—OOAUUURP—make a pass at me and I swear he—BROOARRRP—tried to cop a feel when he—OOOUURRPP—brushed past me—UUARP—and—and—”
Iris’ entire body jiggled as she began to quiver. Like waves on the ocean’s surface, her plushy fat trembled! Each time her belly fell, it pushed out yet another wet burp. Her burps and moans were honestly hard to tell apart now.
“—the worst was—BWOOARPP—when I finally—UURRRPP—went on break, they’d—BWUUUARRP—got a fuckin’ great big—OOORPP—tray of doughnuts but—but—but I—BRRWOOOOAAARPPP—I had to—I had to—!!”
Suddenly, Iris arched right back as Sheila brought her to climax! The words just wouldn’t come to her anymore! She leant back as far as she could, digging her fingers into the bed and involuntarily clenching her muscles!
“Mmmpph!!” came the cry from down below but it didn’t even get close to reaching Iris right now! Iris tensed her titanic thighs together, compressing Sheila’s head right between them, crushing her in a prison of meaty flab! Above her was that soft belly but enveloping her to the sides were Iris’ strong, rock-hard legs pushing in! In that vice-like grip, the soft gut above was little comfort.
“Mmmph! Mmmmmphhh!!” she continued to cry, trying to wriggle her head even a little, but it was completely pinned! Almost all access to air was entirely cut off right now, and what little air she could suck up was pure toxic funk by now! As Iris orgasmed, she tensed up even more as a monstrous fart thundered forth! BBRRRROOOOAAAARRRRPPPTTT!!! Its maniacal stench quickly filled the room with the smell of pure sewage, rushing into the tiny pocket of sweaty air Sheila had and causing her to retch once more! Her vision faded as the odour overtook her senses and the lack of breath caught up with her!
And then, finally, as Iris relaxed, as she unclenched her legs, Sheila tumbled down, breathing as deeply as she could. As Iris’ blissful sensation began to fade away, she couldn’t ignore the smell of that last fart anymore, bad even by her standards, and as she coughed and held her nose, Sheila simply clung to her, lightly kissing her cheek over and over. Once she’d recovered, Iris brought her in for a quick sloppy kiss and a final bubbly fart. Her former scowl had completely melted away.
“When I finally went on break,” Iris said, at last, “They had a big tray of doughnuts but I had to make do with just one measly doughnut so as to not look like a fat pig. I could have eaten all twenty-four and still had room for more.”
“I know you could have, gorgeous,” said Sheila, planting another sweet kiss on Iris’ cheek, “How about we order some now? Two dozen to make up for the ones you couldn’t eat earlier, and another two dozen to make sure you’re nice and full. Does that sound good?”
“It sounds fucking great, dude.” Iris now lay her hand on Sheila’s leg, running it up and down across her thigh. “And don’t forget, I owe you one after that. You want me to eat you out now, or to wait until after we get food?”
“After, I think,” whispered Sheila with a cheeky smile, “Your doughnuts should get your belly burpy again. You know how much I love the feeling of your burps—down there…” She blushed as Iris started bellowing out in laughter.
“Hahaha! I’m not the only one pretending to be all proper! Deep down, you’re as raunchy as me!”
“I adore you, Iris.”
“Same here.”