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Friend’s House
Another anonymous submission! I posted it earlier, but had to take it down a bit to fix something.
Tom was hanging at his friends Drake’s place. Tom has always been a little shy and it was his first time at drakes house. They weren’t super close but Tom didn’t have a lot of friends and decided it would be best to go and socialize rather than not. Tom was new to town after his parents moved. It was doubly hard that they moved during his senior year making it harder for him to penetrate already set friend groups that late in school. They both sat on a beaten couch in a small living room playing video games when Drakes dad walked in. He was a large gruff man wearing nothing but a wife beater and basketball shorts that were both a little too tight and small showing the bit of weight he’s gained and his laziness that keeps him from getting any more clothes. He had a pretty tan body and a farmers tan. He was a hairy man with brown fur covering him and his face He strutted over to the two boys with his eyes on Tom.
“What are you two up to eh?” His dad asked.
“Just playing video games dad.” Drake said.
“And who is this one?” He asked to Tom.
Tom sheepishly held out his arm for a handshake. “My name is Tom Mr. Hoss”
“Nice to meet you Tom, you can just call me Bob.”
Tom nodded his head and broke the eye contact as quickly as possible. Bob feeling the awkwardness smiled. “Heh well I guess I’ll just see myself out then gwahaha. You too have fun!”
Bob turned around revealing a major ass crack leveled right at Toms face who was doing his best not to look right at the hairy butt. It shook side to side as he walked out the doorway but paused right before he left.
“Oh wait, on last thing…” he said as he lifted a leg.
Prrrerptptpppt!!
Mr. Hoss let out a huge fart right in Toms direction while Bob couldn’t stop laughing. Drake rolled his eyes while Tom did his best to disregard the smell and “joke”.
A while after he left Drake explained that his dad farts all the time and that Tom would just have to get used to it. It’s not everyone sense of humor, but he’d have to get over it.
They continued to play video games until Drake left to go to the bathroom. Tom sat there by himself analyzing the situation that he was in. A new house, a new friend, and a new situation to being at a different place. Tom is smaller than most kids his age and was a timid person. He was lost in his thoughts when Mr. Hoss walked in. Tom watched him make his way over to the couch. He lumbered his enormous body toward little Tom and was seemingly ignoring him.
“Huh I guess the boys left…” he said. Tom was confused as to what he was getting at.
“Drake? Drake?!” He yelled. Each yell lifted his belly a bit and it jiggled with every step. The bottom part of his belly poked out under his tight undershirt showing off some belly hair. He stopped right in front of the couch facing away from Tom. Tom was once again confronted with his friends dads ass crack.
“Hm… I guess they’re not here!” Bob said and promptly sat himself down right on top of Toms small body. The huge red gym shorts pushed right up against Toms face without warning. His ass cheeks were on top of his face cheeks and they were pushing Tom down to the cushion. The weight put on Tom was gargantuan as the small boy was squashed under this massive man. And audible CRUNCH sounded as Mr. Hoss set all his weight down. Toms face was right up in his ass. It smelt impossibly terrible under there.
“This isn’t quite as comfortable as normal!” Mr. Hoss said as he started wiggling his as around on the poor kid. He grinded and bounced on him squashing more and pressing his face and body against his massive bottom more and more. With each movement more crunching and squashing sounds could be heard making Bobs smile widen.
“This is your punishment for inviting that kid over without my permission!” Bob said to the flattened boy under him.
In a panic it dawned on Tom that Mr. Hoss thought he was on his own son. He wiggled and squirmed but it only brought him deeper and deeper in his ass.
“Ahhh this feels good though! Think I’ll be here for a bit. Enjoy the stench down there! You know I don’t wash up often and I gotta keep it smelly to punish you. In fact, I don’t think it’s smelly enough down there!” His gruff voice said. With that he let loose a fart that shook the entire couch.
FFFRRRRRPPRPRPTTT!! Prrrpppt prrt.
Tom was blasted point blank with a fart that reeked. His eyes went to the back of his head. Suddenly he noticed he could see again as the massive ass rose up in front of him. Tom was stuck to the couch crumpled in the cushion. He twitched and tried to move but couldn’t. He tried to speak but was afraid he’d vomit if he let anything leave his mouth. He watch the huge plump ass rise above him and quickly descend on him again.
Crunch!!!
“Ahhh that feels great! Don’t piss me off boy cause-“ Mr. Hoss was quickly cut off.
“… dad?” Tom heard Drake say.
Thank god! Drake was back to stop this madness.
“Drake? … that means that…” Mr. Hoss slowly got off the couch to reveal an absolutely destroyed Tom on the couch. Stink lines were basically radiating off of him and his body was almost completely flattened. He almost looked like a cartoon character. Rather than being sympathetic Mr. Hoss and Drake bust out laughing at Toms misfortune.
“Gwahaha!” Mr. Hoss roared holding his belly with each laugh. “My bad kiddo!”
Tom was still stuck and stunned unable to react or process the humiliation that just befell on him.
“Bet you didn’t like that too much huh? It’s not all roses up in there bud!” He said as he walked out without any sort of apology. He smacked his ass and let it jiggle. before he left and turned to say “bet you liked it didn’t you though? It’ll come back to get you boy!”
Later that night Tom tried to get his parents to pick him up but they both were too busy and said he had to spend the night. Horrified he tried to find another way out but after an hour he admitted defeat. His new plan was to go to bed as soon as possible. Tom said goodnight to Drake who wouldn’t allow Tom to forget the humiliation that happened to him by recounted every detail with delight and laughter.
“I mean you were in his ass cheeks! I don’t think I could’ve seen you in there. Just one hand poking out until he farted all over you and blasted you out his ass!! Ahahaha!”
Tom walked to the guest room and hopped on the bed to sleep off this awful experience. He still smelled the awful fart and couldn’t get that giant ass out of his mind. He closed his eyes and fell asleep. Tom was slightly awoken to hear a creek of the door but too tired to react. He was then startled up when he felt a warm presence on his chest. Groggily he opened his eyes to see a giant mound of flesh over him. A huge belly was above his face and two thick thighs were on both sides of his head. Above him was a bulge popping from what looked like a speedo. Before he could process what was happening they dropped on his face.
“Mmpf!!” He struggled but the weight was too much and the belly was too big to see who it was. The balls were warm on his nose and mouth and smelled like sweat and manhood.
“See! Isn’t is fun!” A voice sounding like Mr. Hoss came from the opening of the room.
“Oh this is great!” The man on top of him said. “This little pipsqeak looks so scared! Bahaha! He’ll be a good little bitch for the night!” A face leaned over the belly to reveal a man with an even larger stature than Mr. Hoss with a black goatee. He sported and evil grin and wavy eyes. Tom wondered if they were drunk. His heartbeat skyrocketed fully realizing the danger he was in.
“I brought a little hic* sorry I brought an enormous friend over. After the fun I had squashing you wimpy body under my fat ass I had to share the fun!” Bob said holding on the wall to keep his footing. The man on Tom rubbed back and forth switching from his ball sack on Tom face and the beginning of his ass. The man held on the head board with his right arm showing off his hairy armpits. Tom could smell his B.O. from there. It was bad if he could smell the raw ripeness from his pits beyond the full stench of his crotch. The man stood up in the bed to see the now red faced Tom quivering in the bed. “See he’s too scared to even move. Perfect victim!” Hoss said.
“Look buddy” the new man said kneeling above Tom condensing his massive belly to a semi circle. “I’m staying the night here too and there’s only one guest room so… I guess we’ll just have to share!” Tom eyes widened.
“Well let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I gotta tuck in my guest first!” Hoss belted out. He rushed to the side of the bed that Tom was on while Jack, the friend, moved out the way. Hoss slide his ass over to face Tom and hopped right on his face crushing it. Toms body that wasn’t engulfed by the ass flailed around trying to escape.
“Keep trying, you’ll just get deeper in my ass!”
“He can’t get deeper with that on!” Jack yelled. Jack kicked off Bob from the boy. Tom gasped for air. Jack stepped above Tom and smacked his ass for Tom to see. “Ready for the show?” He said with a toothy grin. Jack slowly started pulling down his underwear to reveal a hairy fat ass. This wasn’t just a fat ass, it was big enough to cover most of Toms body. Jack was also tall so the length of the crack went up quite a bit. Tom felt add sweat drip down on him and he tasted the salty and stinky ass juice. Tom bagged and tried to get up but as soon as he lifted his head Jack squatted so Tom would shove his own face in his as. Sweat splattered in all direction and all over Tom. Jack sighed in pleasure with the contact. He quickly backed up to shove Toms face between the wall and his ass.
Slam!!!
Only Toms hand and parts of his forearm could fight against this huge man as the rest were covered by his flesh. Tom felt the warm flesh cover his entire face. He made the mistake of started to scream which left his mouth open and exposed to taste what was inside. Jack bit his lip and started grinding on the wall.
“Unf that feels awesome! I love dominating little bitches like you!” Tom smelt the raw sewerage and rotten eggs. He felt the sweaty ass envelop his face and move all around him spreading the stink. The ass moved off him but his face followed suction cupped to his. Hoss tried to pull him out but he was stuck.
“Here I got a plan…” jack said. Jack huffed up and tensed his body. Tom felt Jacks asshole move and his ass tighten around his face. “Hrpf! Hrrrmm!”
PRRRRRRPPPPTFPFPTTT!!!!
Jack blasted Tom out of his rear end with a giant point blank fart on his face. Tom fell back feeling the indescribably awful smell assault his nose.
Hoss joined the nude man and also removed his clothes. The huge hairy man grabbed the boy by his head and rubbed him all over his furry belly. Toms arms were desperately trying to fight but he knew he couldn’t and just had to take it. Hoss threw his head to the wall. Sitting up Tom was level to Mr. Hoss’ ball sack and shaft. He took a step forward and the swung side to side with each one. Toms heart was blasting. Just before he could move Mr. Hoss thrusted his crotch in his face. His sweaty ball sack landed right under his nose covering his nostrils. He went back for another thrust.
SLAM!
CRACK!
SMASH!
Mr. Hoss continued to hump Tom until the wall was starting to crack. After his final one he rested his belly on his head and leaned on his own stomach. The shaft slide down from Toms eye socket to his lips due to the sweat.
“Ahh that’s the stuff. I’m almost out of energy here” Mr. Hoss said. “But not out of this.” He spun around and jumped in the air. His massive ass blocked out the light above Tom and came crashing down on his face.
CRRRRUNNNCHHH!!!
The whole house shook and the bed broke under them.
“Oops! Hope the bed is okay!” Hoss said. Hoss and Jack both laughed at this while hoss sat there, naked ass on Toms face. Each laugh bounced him more crushing Toms face more and more. Little farts came out with each bounce making a constant flow of gas and humiliation hit him.
Crunch! Prrpt! Crack! Frrrpt!
“Ahh that feels great! Get ready, you’re my new fart slave boy!”
Mr. Hoss berated Tom with farts. His whole ass vibrated along with Tom. The farts spread all over Toms body and soaked into his clothes. Anytime Mr. Hoss got up it was only to jump back on the poor boy crushing him even more. Toms head felt like an egg that was on the verge of cracking. He was basically completely flattened at this point with a curve up where the ass crack was. He bounced and farted on Tom all night until Jack pushed him off and copied Bob. Jack was even heavier making this much harder on Tom. Jack enjoyed allowing Tom to see the fart so he would stop and centimeter above his face and let one rip right on him
PRRRTPTT!
They propped him up to lean against the bed sitting. Tom was on the verge of passing out but every fart snapped him back. They were keeping him awake by farting in him allowing them to torture him more! The both aimed their huge ass at him on both sides and released the largest fart for both of them yet.
FFFFPEPRPRPRTTTTTPTFFFFT! Prrtpt prrptp PRFFFT!
BRRRRRPPRRBBPTPRPTTFFF! PBBRRPPT prprpffft.
They both blasted him with their sweaty assed spraying fart sweat at him. Both of them backed up until he was sandwiched between their asses. Tom struggled to get out but only his legs could move and they had been squashed too much to make much movement. The men grinded up on him. It was easy with the amount of sweat between them. The night consisted of the men finding new way to humiliate Tom. They shoved him in their armpit, wrapped him in their stained underwear they wore for weeks, sat on him full weight, took turns T-bagging him, used him as their sweat rag on every part of the body, and of course farted on him. Tom never has seen anyone fart as much as these two. After what seemed like forever Tom fell out of Jacks ass, crumpled and broken to see the time.
11:00 p.m.
“What? Did you think it was almost over? This is gonna be going allll night boy!” Hoss yelled. Tom shook in the broken bed scared and destroyed. They continued their unrelenting onslaught until the both passed out on him leaving him unable to move. Both made sure to have their asses facing/ on top of him to make sure the gas, farts, and squashing kept him up all night.
Prrrtptp!
Frrpprtpt!
Ffffuuuuucccccckkkkkk that shit made me cum so hard…fuck man…PLEASE keep writing. Your stories are everything!!
Between an Ass and a Hard Place, pt 1 (M/m)
You wake up when you hear the front door close. You lie there silently, not that you had much of a choice. You’re tied down to a couch, with a ball gag in your mouth, as you have been for weeks now.
“I’m back,” you hear Him call out from the kitchen. The fridge door opens and you hear rustling. He’s fixing Himself a snack, though to any normal person it would be a multi-course meal. You dread Him coming into the living room with you, but you know you’re helpless to stop Him. Every day when He gets home from work, He relaxes in His favorite seat and stuffs Himself with food. Unfortunately for you, though, you happen to be His favorite seat.
“I’ve got a special treat for you today, Seat,” He says as His footsteps pound towards you. You look up at your captor, your new Master, not wanting to know what His ‘special treat’ is. You can’t see His face over His massive gut, but you know He has a devious grin. Your eyes widen as He starts unbuckling His belt and undoing His pants.
“I weighed myself at work today,” He says as He continues to strip. “Care to guess how much I weigh?” He laughs to Himself as he pulls off His underwear and takes out your gag. You open your mouth to scream, but stop yourself. The last time you tries that, you were punished.
“Open,” He commands, underwear in hand. You hesitate slightly but comply, not wanting to anger Him. He holds His underwear up to your face, forcing you to smell them. They reek of his sweat and farts, causing you to gag.
“Is that anyway to react to your Master’s scent?” He taunts, before shoving His underwear into your mouth. “Anyway, you’re getting this special treat because I officially weigh 550 pounds now. Isn’t that great, Seat?”
You groan as you’re forced to taste the saltiness of His sweat. He turns around, presenting His ass to you. For hours on end, His voluptuous ass is all you get to see as it crushes you into the couch. If you’re lucky, He’ll occasionally lean to the side to give you some air. You whimper inside as His ass starts descending to you.
He chuckles, enjoying toying with His Seat. You exist solely for His comfort, and He knows it. He stops when His ass touches your face, not letting His full weight down yet. His gut rumbles, which you know now to be a bad omen. You try to scream, but His underwear gag muffles the sound.
“Happy 550, Seat,” He says as He farts in your face. The stench hits you like a ton of bricks, making your eyes water. If He was feeling particularly playful, like today, He would ‘grace’ you with His gas all day. Those days were the worst. He drops His full weight onto your face, ensuring the only air you have is His fart.
“There’s nowhere to go but up,” He says happily as He begins gorging on his food. He leans to the side and farts again before dropping down on your face. “Who knows? I may get so big that I can cover your entire puny body with my ass. Wouldn’t you love that?”
This was going to be a long day.
Stuck
Another submission!
Stuck
Me and Marcus had never gotten along well. Since we were kids all we’ve ever done together is fight, well… Not so much fight, more Marcus chasing me and me running from him. Which usually was easy because of his size.
Marcus was a very angry guy, most things I did triggered him. Talking too much, taking a shower, breathing too loud etc. It was a 24 hour job to our parents, keeping him under control. Which in time became too much even for them, as he kept on growing bigger and bigger.
Our parents died in a car accident a few years ago, so Marcus being my closest adult relative became my legal guardian. Now I’m 17 and its only a year until I can finally live alone, without Marcus, I’m sure he would have given me away already if it wasn’t for the child support money.
So now its just me and my cruel giant 6'7, 600 Ibs big brother.
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DYLAN! WHERE IS MY BREAKFAST?!
Oh no, I’ve overslept.
I put on the first pair of slackers I could find and rushed into Marcus’s bedroom. The familiar scent of sweat and his lactose intolerance lingered in the air. He laid in bed, seemingly furious.
- Why haven’t you made me breakfast yet? It’s 9AM. He asked me in a stern voice.
- I’m so sorry Marcus I forgot to turn on my alarm.
I was sure he would punish me in some way, how I had no idea. Marcus was, although dumb, very creative.
He climbed out of bed, wearing only a pair of (what used to be white) tight whites. He walked up to me, pushing me into the wall keeping me trapped with his huge belly and said very calmly.
I would like pancakes with whipped cream and a bowl of cereal. Please.
Are you sure? You know your stomach is very sensitive to dairy…
Dear brother, it’s not ME who is sensitive, YOU are! Now off you go.
There was no reason to argue with him, so I walked to the kitchen and made his breakfast. Still very surprised he didn’t beat me up for being late.
After he’d eaten his breakfast in bed I started preparing his 2nd breakfast, bacon and eggs. Which he usually eats in the kitchen. I called him and he came out from his room, wearing only a pair of gym shorts and a tank top. Both too small for his huge frame, especially the shorts which were digging into his sides, showing a plumbers crack even when standing up. It was almost impossible to find anything in his size to accommodate his enormous backside. Protruding almost 3 feet behind him.
In his hand was a leather belt. Which frightened me, he has never struck me with that before.
Without a word he put the belt around my neck, and strapped it to the backside of his chair. Pulling it in very closely forcing me on my knees. Me being only 5'2 and 110 Ibs stood no chance in fighting him, even though I tried. This is your punishment for being late this morning. He said, with a malicious tone in his voice.
He sat down in the chair he strapped me to, it creaked and groaned out in agony when his full weight was on it. His plumbers crack only inches away from my face.
What are you doi…? “PRRRAAAP”
He without any care in the world had just passed gas onto my face. The smell being indescribable, his lactose intolerance being my punishment today.
He chuckled to himself. In his mind this was a fitting way to treat his baby brother who cooks, clean, and even helps him shower. To him I was nothing, just a slave. And since he is “homeschooling” me, I’m always available to him.
Please Marcus st… “pfffffft” he made an SBD, burning my nose.
This went on for 10 minutes, I nearly threw up a few times but kept it together. Then he stood up, turned around grabbed the belt that kept me trapped, and instead of freeing me like I thought he would he strapped me in tighter, my chin now resting on the chair. Turned around and prepared to sit down again.
Why are you doing this to me?! I shouted at him. What have I ever done to you?!
Nothing, it’s just more fun this way. We’re going to spend a lot of time together from now on, I want us to get much closer!
Before I got a chance to ask him what he meant, he sat down. My nose now digging into his asscrack, so every time I breathed I could smell him. He scooted backwards so my whole face smashed into his backside, pushing me outwards from the chair, making me almost unable to breathe because of the belt around my neck. His backfat resting on my head.
What little air I could take in was all him, every fart I had to vacuum up. I was in my personal version of hell.
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After a while he finally stood up, removed the belt and went back inside his bedroom. Not a word said. I was left on the floor alone, panting for air… Sweet fresh air.
I felt very weak so I went to lay down on the couch, and falled to sleep.
I was suddenly woken up from an unbearable weight suddenly on my body. It was Marcus, now dressed in jeans and a hoodie. Resting all of his weight on me, his huge ass reaching from my neck to my knees.
Sorry I woke you up, but you’re in my seat. But its fine you can stay. He said with a devilish smile.
I couldn’t really talk, just make groans and pathetic attempts to push him off of me. Which he in response laughed to. It made him bounce which hurt even more so I figured the best thing to do was to lay still. Hoping he’d leave soon.
I’m not getting up until I hear something crack. He said, in a very “as a matter of fact” voice.
I started to panic under him, i didn’t care how much it hurt i just needed to get him off me. Now. He started to sway to his sides, rolling on my body up and down. Increasing the weight on me. Damn it hurts.
I finally succeed in writhing my way out from under him. Landing on the floor in front off the couch.
My relief was short lives, when I felt his feet on my back, and I felt his weight starting to bear down on me. I couldn’t stop myself from screaming. And he started to tread up and down on me with his huge barefoot size 14 feet.
He now stood on my upper back on one foot, I could feel my ribcage breaking down. How could anyone be so cruel?
On second thought, I don’t want you to break… Yet.
He stepped off of me, and went to the door putting his shoes back on. And said
I’m going out to see a couple of friends, I’ll be back in a few hours. See ya later!
And just like that, he was gone. Leaving me in the apartment.
I just wanted to leave, now, I had too, he’s going to kill me! I packed my most important belongings and was about too open the door. When I noticed there was no handle on it. I was very confused, when did this door get here?
Then I realized that the last time I left the apartment was two months ago, I was always busy with chores so I hadn’t had time to anything else. He has trapped me here! I can’t get out, what am I going to do now?
I’m stuck.
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