SSBHM Crush Stories

I write/reblog stories about superchubs and SSBHMs squashing, sitting on, and crushing smaller dudes.

[rippsniffers]

“Happy FARTERS Day Son” BBFfbpfpbpfbf He blasted a nasty, booming fart in his son's face that made him choke and gag on the sulfuric stench of protein and beer. "Since you forgot Father's day AGAIN I've decided that your present this year will be to sniff all my manly gas." BFbfpfpfbfbfbfbfbpfpBffBffpp He knocked his son's head onto the sofa and sat down, suffocating him under his plump ass cheeks as he BFBfbpfbpffp blasted another rumbling fart in his beta son's face. The son was begging to be let go, but his dad's ass cheeks were so plump that all his words were mumbled. BFBfppfbpfpfpBFpp. He farted into his son's open mouth, making him choke on the sulfuric odor as he said, "Eat that fart, bitch," BBFpfpfbBPFBPPBf "Maybe next year you'll get me a present."

Hours later, He was still sitting, smothering, and farting on his son's face. The son no longer thrashed his arms and legs against his dad's larger body and just took his punishment. BBFBpfpfbbfpfpf "That's it son. Sniff up my Alpha's farts." BBBFbpfpfpffp The son sniffed deeply and gagged silently. "You finally learned your place, fart sniffer" BFbfbpfpfp. "Now if you can sniff these next few farts without me smelling them, then I'll let you go. Otherwise, when your older brothers get home and see you sniffing Dad's farts. you know they'll want to test out the family fart sniffer." BFbpfpfbfBFBPFfp

[t0iletd0g]

You're sitting on my face, a normal routine for us. You'd watch TV, call your friends, jerk off, whatever.

And I'd be your cushion.

Sometimes you'd have my nose up your hole, on days when your stomach was acting up and you didn't want to smell it. Today, it was my tongue. You had come home after errands and wanted someone to eat your ass, and, well, you had a cushion that could do that.

You kept letting out nasty farts down my throat. Each worse than the last, to the point where I could taste them. At some point, I pull away to complain, to which you slam your ass back down on my face, forcing my head back to the ground.

"The fuck do you think you're doing?" You ask, obviously not expecting a response. A few minutes pass, where a particularly wet fart makes you speak up again.

"Damn, that was nasty... might need the toilet soon."

I whimper, but you don't move. A few more minutes pass, before I realize that all of those farts sound that... dangerous. You seemed to notice too.

"Oh, God, I really have to go, I can barely hold it now, mutt. I don't know how you're holding up through it."

I'm not, but at least you're about to get up. Or so I thought. You don't budge, but your discomfort is showing as you shift above me. I don't understand. Why aren't you budging? Then it hits me. You're not going anywhere.

"I can't hold it anymore, mutt.." is all the warning I get as I feel something solid against my tongue, the log forcing it's way down my throat. It felt never ending, and I tried to pull away, but your hand had grabbed my hair and held me to your ass.

It kept coming, and by the time it was over, and you were standing, I was so... spent.

A hot stream of liquid hit my face, and I realized you were pissing on me, mostly in my mouth.

"Wow, you look like.. shit." The smugness in your voice was all too clear. "Too bad I never wiped, huh?"

I have no time to question before you're sitting back down on me, and I realize that this is just the beginning of a long night.

[savagetiger13]

It was a beautiful day for a hike in the woods, and Tom, or Hungry Bear as he was known on-line, was enjoying the time off. Standing 6'8" and coming in a just over 500 lbs, the beast of a man took a moment to stop and drink from his water bottle and take off his shirt, letting his massive hairy gut spill out and enjoy the sun and fresh air. His pride and joy, he casually rubbed the behemoth and chuckled at the grumble that came from it in response. Yep, time for lunch he mused to himself and he started to make his way back to his cabin. He got about halfway there when he noticed what sounded like muffled music coming from another cabin that was rented out from time to time. Curiosity brought him closer as he first noticed numerous beer cans strewn about the back yard and in the pool. Getting closer, he peered inside the glass doors and saw something that made his gut roar with hunger. Naked and passed out in the living room were three tasty looking twinks, their young bodies looking like the finest of steaks just waiting for the big hungry bear.

“Well, don’t mind if I do.” he said as he opened the unlocked door and slipped inside.

The loud music was mildly annoying but easily ignored as Tom walked up to the first twink passed out on a pool table. A tall but almost painfully skinny blonde with a long soft cock. No doubt the walking toothpick would be massive when erect, almost as if nature was compensating for the lack of muscle. Leaning in close, Tom ran his tongue from the tip of the soft cock, up the smooth hairless torso, to the tender lips. The taste was amazing, as it was with all males that Tom ate. Not wanting to wait any longer, Tom grabbed the large skinny feet of the boy and shoved them into his drooling maw. Even though Tom has been eating other males since he was a teen, it still amazed him how his perfect predator body could so easily take in another full sized human with no effort. The large feet quickly and easily went down his throat followed by the lightly hairy and long legs. A few more gulps and the boys long cock and almost non-existent bony ass were sliding into Tom’s mouth. The mans tongue began to explore every part, even worming it’s way into the boys tight anus as he took the twinks hands and guided them into the greedy mouth, pinning the boys arms to his sides. A few moans came from his meal but Tom pain no attention and he picked the boy up and let gravity aid in his meal. A few more gulps and the boy was in up to his neck, leaving the best part of the meal, the final gulp. Still out cold, the poor boy would never know what happened as Tom placed a hand on the top of the boys head and pushed him in the rest of the way. With the last swallow, the first course was done.

“Damn good meat, but not very filling was he?” Tom asked his gut as the last of the boy slid inside. The now bigger dome of flesh let out a series of gurgles that Tom took as an agreement. “Don’t you worry baby, there’s more.”

Walking over to the next part of his feast, Tom looked down with amusement at the next boy with short brown hair and also on the skinny side, though not as scrawny as the blonde boy had been. Not wanting to tease his gut with foreplay, Tom easily picked up the smaller male and shoved the boys head into his waiting mouth. Almost instantly his meal began to move some as Tom took one great swallow after another. This one wasn’t as wasted as the first had been. As the boys smooth chest passed over Tom’s tongue the boy began to squirm and buck, but against such a powerful predator as Tom, it was all for nothing. Reaching the boys waist, Tom easily shoved the boy in up to his knees, then with one final gulp, the boys feet slipped out of sight and down the slimy throat.

As his second course finished its trip into the waiting gut, Tom had to adjust his balance as his already monster of a gut grew even larger. “Yeah, now that’s much better. But not quite full.” he said as he eyed the last twink asleep in a chair.

This was the smallest of the three, maybe 5'6" with short, bright red hair. He looked so cute and delicious sitting there, lightly snoring. Aside from a patch of red pubic hair, the boy was totally smooth with perhaps an average sized cock. And while Tom’s gut growled in anticipation for this last bit of meat, he also felt another urge start to fill him. With the other two boys already dealt with, Tom saw no reason to not have some fun first. Reaching under his squirming gut, he managed to unzip his shorts and let them fall to the ground. Not one to were underwear, Tom’s 11 inches sprang to attention as he grabbed the boy and flipped him over to his small ass was sticking up in the air. Picking up his large gut, he waddled into position and dropped the boy filled monster on top of the red head. Before the boy could react, Tom let his large mushroom head probe the boys smooth butt until he found the tight hole and shoved in up to the hilt. No amount of beer could dull this kind of pain as the boys eyes snapped open with a howl of pain and surprise.

But Tom didn’t care, he was a predator after all, and these boys were his rightful prey. The feeling of the two in his gut still trying to fight their way out mixed with the screams of the one he was impaling only filled the man with a sense of power. He was bigger, stronger, and he would snuff out these boys and turn them into fuel for his body, just like any predator did with prey. If anything, these boys should feel honored they would be digested by such a perfect male like Tom.

The boy beneath him began to scream less and started to weaken as he was crushed by the weight of the gut on top of him as Tom pulled out until only his cock head was left inside before going all the way back in. This went on for a good five minutes before Tom felt his release coming. He quickened his pace, the boy now limp like a rag doll. Then, throwing his head back and letting out a powerful roar Tom shoved himself in one last time and began shooting wave after wave of hot cum inside the boy. After a few minutes and what felt like a few gallons of cum, Tom pulled out and took a few steps back, looking down at his little fuck toy. The boy didn’t move but was still breathing.

“Well boy, I thank you for the fun, but its time to join your friends as meat.” Tom said with a happy smile as he picked the boy up and carefully maneuvered him so that the man could eat him ass first. Opening wide, Tom slowly lowered the boy’s butt into his waiting maw, enjoying the taste of his own cum as it began to pour out of the boy’s bruised hole. Then with a powerful shove, most of the boys small body was pushed down into the hot and constricting throat. As the boy was roughly folded in half, he tried to let out a moan of complaint, but as Tom gave another swallow the throat crushed the boy to the point he passed out. Tom took a moment to enjoy his reflection in a near by mirror showing his huge gut and the last of the boy sticking out of his mouth, now just a pair of arms and legs. Reaching out to take off the only thing the boy had been wearing, some cute white ankle socks, Tom took one last swallow, sending the last of his meal into his greedy gut.

With a happy sigh, Tom slowly made his way to the couch and collapsed down on it, almost breaking it. His gut was now a mountain of flesh with the occasional bit of noticeable movement from inside.

“You boys did a good job fulfilling your mission in life. You were born meat and now your going to make me stronger.” Tom said as he rubbed what he could of his belly. Then tilting his head back, he relaxed his throat and let lose a belch that shook the windows and caused his gut to shrink down some. Instantly the movements inside intensified for a brief moment then slowed and finally stopped. Tom’s cock began to stiffen as he thought of the boys now dead and waiting to be digested.

The life of an alpha predator was a good one indeed.

[ssbhmcrushstories]

What ever happened to the story of the guys boss sitting on him? I think it was a black boss and a white guy?

I don't think I remember that one? I know I had one about a teacher sitting on a student.

[stinkfacestories]

Eddie Hall motivates me to workout in the best way he can

[rippsniffers]

SEND ME PHOTOS THAT YOU WANT A FART STORY WITH

I need inspiration 

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[otsobearoso]

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[growinghunger]

Boarded the plane early to get my seat, then I felt the craft tilting a bit to the side and saw a colossus of a man with a cameraman following enter the plane.

He looked around disappointed and his rugged wide face lighted up when he spotted me.

“Great! hoped to find one here!”

He strode confidently my way and shouted the man following him over my question “Bro move your ass get the shot before others board”

And with that his plopped his crushing weight on top of me, huge back and flattening ass engulfing my entire body. He then proceeded to ground me down flat until his humongous 500lbs lay comfortably on the crumpled seat.

It was an 8 hour flight

[kuki1210]

reverse santa lap

[kuki1210]

magic of obedience

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meet and greet

[ssbhmcrushstories]

Can you reblog the playground story from teambigbooty?

if I come across it or someone sends it to me, sure. I haven't seen it yet lol

[kuki1210]

2022

[azzsniffingmuscleboy]

Bacterian’s Next Victim

This story is a fantasy ‘follow-on’ from the Dragonball Z episode ‘Smells like trouble’.

I limbered up in the fighter prep area, getting ready for my match. The underground Martial Arts tournament didn’t have the same prestige as the World Martial Arts tournament, but there was still some money to be made. A solid fighter could make a few thousand Zeni for each match, win or lose. It was a good gig and I was talented enough to win often enough to keep the bookies interested.

Occasionally, I’d find myself going up against competitors who had been eliminated from the WMA in a humiliating way, and were now relegated to trying to recoup their honor down here in the underground tournament. We derisively referred to these fighters as ‘washouts’, and they seldom lasted long. The shame they experience from their failures often leaves their spirits broken and their fighting skills suffer as a result.

Today, I was going to be fighting a Washout. He went by the name ‘Bacterian’ and I knew virtually nothing about him, except that he had been embarrassed by a child competitor called Krillin, who had defeated him and had him thrown out of the WMA. I had been fighting ‘Washouts’ for 5 years now, and I could generally easily defeat them by taking advantage of the Underground Tormanments lack of rules. Strikes to the groin and throat were permitted, and a couple of quick strikes to these vulnerable areas were usually enough to take down an unprepared washout.

The arena this evening was known as ‘The Basement’. It was a small, confined venue, just large enough for the 12’ by 12’ area for the fighters. The audience watched through cameras set into the stone walls, while the fighters entered from two heavy doors on the opposite ends of the cramped space. The venue was deep underground, and was not well ventilated, so it could get hot and stifling down there. But I had fought and trained in ‘The Basement’ on multiple occasions, so I was well prepared for its challenges, or so I thought.

I stepped into the elevator, which would take me down to The Basement, once the doors opened and I stepped out, there was no leaving the arena until one of the combatants was eliminated by being pushed or thrown over the boundaries of the 12’ square. There were no submissions or K.O. victories in the Underground, only crossing the boundary could end a fight. This allowed for greater levels of violence, and eliminated the need for a referee. The raw brutality of an underground fight was what drew the audience, and stimulated the betting.

The elevator ‘dinged’ and the doors slid open, I stepped into the room and walked forward towards the boundary of the arena. The lighting was carefully designed to keep both fighters in darkness until they entered the ring. I could see a dim outline on the other side of the room, Bacterian was clearly a large man, but he looked fat and slow, something I could easily take advantage of.

But what caught my attention more than my opponent was some kind of pungent smell down here. It was foul, but oddly familiar, I couldn’t recognize it though. Did they not clean down here properly after the last fight? The arena floor was spotless though, as were the walls, where could that smell be coming from?

I put the smell out of my mind and focused on preparing myself for the fight, I stepped over the boundary into the light. I was wearing just a pair of white trunks, with my wrestling boots, my lean body showed off for the cameras. At five foot seven and one hundred and eighty three pounds, I was proud of my physique. Then I finally got a look at my opponent…

He was massive, nearly seven feet tall and he must have weighed well over four hundred pounds. His skin was light brown and his dark black hair and beard were a mess of tangles and knots. He wore dark black trunks, with khaki armbands and boots. He was covered with hair, and while he was definitely fat, sporting a big, but solid, belly, his arms and legs were thick with muscle. His hands were massive, big enough to wrap his fingers around my entire head.

And now, standing only ten foot away from this massive beast of a man, I realized that the smell was coming from him! It was overwhelming, the strongest body odor I’d ever smelt. I winced from the stink, but didn’t let it show. He smiled and laughed at me, raising his powerful arms up as he did, ready to charge.

I tensed up my muscles as he came at me, and made ready to pull out the two trick shots that normally took down any washout. As he went to grab me, I threw a jab right at his throat, but his neck was so thick and short, I just glazed my fist off of his chin. I quickly followed up with my other planned attack, a swift kick to the groin.

His powerful musk filled my nose and mouth, and I started gagging immediately. It was like the B.O. of a whole unshowered wrestling team all at once. Bacterian, who had already recovered from my kick to his groin, laughed at my disgust.

“You wanna smell something really bad?” he sniggered at me, and shuffled his position on top of me so that we were face to face.

He lifted his arm and pushed his deep, dank pit right over my face. He was so huge, that I was engulfed in complete darkness, I felt his rancid sweat dripping onto my face. And the smell! Oh god, the smell. My eyes watered from his inhuman B.O. I squirmed and pushed, but I couldn’t move him off of me.

The stink started to make me dizzy, and my struggles weakened as I breathed in lungful after lungful of his sweaty stench. I felt some of his foul liquids trickle into my mouth as I screamed for escape from his nasty underarm.

Suddenly he got off of me, and I gasped as I was free of his crushing weight. Springing to his feet with surprising speed and agility, he stood straddled over me.I knew I should try and roll out and get back on my feet, but the stink of his armpit sweat all over my face made me woozy.

Suddenly his immense hands came down and clamped around my throat, lifting me up by my neck until my legs were dangling two foot off the floor. I scrabbled frantically as he squeezed, but my limbs weren’t long enough to reach him, so I pounded my fists on his forearms uselessly. He laughed again, a deep, demented chuckle that made me terrified.

“Awww. Little man needs a hug.” he sneered at me, and abruptly let go of me.

I fell through the air for a brief fraction of a second, before he caught me in a bearhug, pinning my arms to my sides and squeezing me into his sweaty chest. His massive biceps crushed me, making me yelp out in pain. My face was held inches from his and I felt his chest expand as he inhaled.

Then he unleashed a deep, long belch, his mouth open wide, and my senses were overloaded with a whole new, but equally foul, smell. His breath was unbearable, and the gas he was shooting at me, flecked with droplets of saliva, made me choke and gag. After several seconds, the monstrous burp ended, but he had achieved what he had wanted. Once again, I was dizzy and groggy, his stench was so strong, it acted like a tranquilizer.

He continued to bearhug me, crushing me so tight that I felt like my ribs were going to snap. Then, just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, he hit me with another long belch, making me convulse in disgust. My face now wet from the droplets of spit, he relaxed his crushing grip on me and I slid down to the ground.

He caught me before I collapsed entirely, by grabbing the back of my head with his beefy hand, leaving me resting on my knees in front of him. I realized too late that he had my face right at his crotch height. Before I could react, he shoved my head right into the bulge at the front of his onyx colored trunks.

I felt his thick dick and balls pressing into my nose, and I held my breath for as long as I could, but I had so little stamina left now, I could only manage a couple of seconds. I inhaled the scent of his unwashed trunks, his repulsive dirty balls and his big throbbing cock. It was the worst smell yet, worse than his armpit or his belching. My arms flailed wildly, trying to push myself free of this smelly hell, but my strength was gone, sapped by his toxic odors.

He laughed again, that dark demented guffaw that was going to haunt my dreams.

“You like that smell, little man?” He was clearly enjoying my suffering, “I have something even better for you next.”

He pulled my head out of his crotch and threw me on the ground. I landed on my back and immediately started coughing, trying to get the stink out of my lungs. I saw his shadow pass over me, and screamed in panic as I saw his massive ass come crashing down on me. He landed square on my chest, squashing me and making me yell out as my bruised ribs took another battering.

He shuffled himself backwards, moving into a reverse schoolboy pin. I screamed in terror again as his massive, cloth-covered butt eclipsed my face. I tried to beg before I was lost under his mountain of flesh again.

“Please! No! Not …. Mmmppphhh!” My pleas for mercy were muffled as my face slid into his cavernous crack.

His ass was so huge it swallowed my head but I could still breathe, sucking in tainted air from the space around me. He wriggled around, making sure my head was in as deep as it could go. I felt my nose touch against his hole, even through the cloth of his trunks. (Which smelt foul and unwashed as well.) This was a whole new level of nasty, the sweat and grease from his butt seeped through the fabric and coated my face, the scent of his musk now amplified tens times over. I yelled and moaning into his crack, but my cries seemed to excite him, as he laughed again as he ground my head into his smelly ass.

“Get ready for a surprise!” He said to me, in a sinister voice.

I felt him strain above me, like he was pushing on his belly, and I felt his hole pucker around my nose. Had I been mentally capable at that moment I might have realized what he was doing, but the daze of his stink made me slow. I was totally unprepared for what happened next.

His hole opened up and a blast of hot, fetid air washed over my face, forcing its way into my nostrils, where it burned and seared the inside of me. I could feel it filling my mouth, making me gag and cough. I couldn’t believe that this nasty monster had just farted right on me, and his toxic gas was now the only air I had to breathe.

It was so heinous, so smelly, so disgusting that my body went limp, just totally overwhelmed and shut down by the funky assault of gas. I jerked and twitched under him, as the fart lingered around my face. He continued to grind his ass onto me, his sweat lubricating my face as it slid up and down in his crack.

“We’re going to be here for a long time.” he said from up above, followed by his now familiar laugh.

I panicked as I realized what he meant. Because of the underground rules, this fight wasn’t over until one of us crossed the boundary of the arena. And right now, we were both right in the middle. He had no intention of officially ‘winning’ until he had tortured me for as long as his twisted sadism wanted.

I screamed again, and weakly tried to push his ass off my face, but my efforts were rewarded with another long, slow fart. His toxic stench overpowering me again, I went limp and started to twitch as my smelly torture continued.

“Let’s get you really close to the stink, little man.” Bacterian laughed, as he reached behind himself, and grabbed the back of his trunks.

He lifted up off my face for a few seconds, and pulled his trunks down, revealing his huge, naked butt. The butt sweat dripped off of it and landed in my eyes, and I yelled for mercy again as my face was swallowed again, this time, with nothing between me and his hole.

“Mmmm… Yeah…” He groaned above me, clearly enjoying my cries into his ass, “We’re going to be here for a nice long time…”

[majorbombsinyourface]

My buddy wrote this hot as fuck story 🥵 go blow a load to it.

[kuki1210]

taken seat

[ssbhmcrushstories]

Game Show

Submitted by someone who wishes to remain anonymous. Wanna submit a story of your own? Hit the submission button! Make sure you specify if you want it to remain anonymous at the beginning of the story.

Yip- I can’t believe we’re gonna be on tv!

A plucky tiny cub tiger said to his friend walking backstage of a gameshow set said. 

 Tom- Yeah just remember why we’re here 

 His friend said, an older wolf with a sky smile. 

Yip- To make a ton of cash!!! 

 Tom- That’s right! 

 Yip, the tiger, was practically bouncing as the person backstage guided them to places. They were on the set of “Best or Beat Friends”. The Host, a thin fox, walked up to them. 

 - Hey you two! You both ready for the show? 

 They both nodded, Yip more excited than his friend, Tom. 

 Host - Great! So I think you both know how it works. You will both go up there and bet on if you know your friend. If you get the answer right, you get the money for yourself and your friend is spared, answer wrong and your buddy takes the punishment… BUT! You still keep that cash for you. Keep your eyes open, there’s always a few surprises as well! 

 Yip - I don’t know all the rules could you ple- 

 Tom - Yea yea we both know how it works! 

 Tom said cutting him off. He invited Yip here after seeing it once but Yip hasn’t yet. An assistant yelled to them, only one minute till the need to take their place in front of their stands. Tom and Yip faced each other to strategize. 

 Tom - okay remember, let’s not go too crazy at the start. Lets do some gimmies. 

 Yip - hope we both make some money! 

 Tom - Don’t stress. I heard some insider info for this episode. I think it’ll be a great outcome! Just don’t hurt me! 

 Yip- you too! Karla is here in the audience and I don’t want to be embarrassed in front of her. 

 Tom gave an eyeroll. Yip has been head over heels for this girl for a while now and it’s getting to a point of annoyance. Yip, ignoring his friend, peered through the curtain to see her sitting down front row. A smile burst on his face and his eyes lit up. He was so happy. This was a perfect moment. 

 Host - places!!! 

 Tom and Yip ran to their marks. Two stands on opposite sides of the stage. The stage itself was colorful and bright with zany letters and lights. Yip was bouncing all over the place while Tom kept it cool. The cameraman counted down from 10 and soon the curtain rose… 

Host - Welcome to Beat or Beat Friends!!! I’m your wonderful host, Jacki! Here we have two great friends here to either work together and prove their friendship or throw another down the well for some sweet money! Lets meet them shall we? 

 The host walked over to Yip, dancing on his way. 

 Jacki - hello kid, what’s your name. 

 Yip, suddenly shook by stage fright and Karla in the audience looking at him froze. He stammered a bit before he went, “uhhh it’s it’s Yip”. 

 Jackie - okay and how long have you known Tom? 

 Yip - si- since I was a kid. He’s my best friend and we do a lot together.

Jackie - so how do you think this will go tonight? 

 Yip - I think it’ll go great. 

 He said like a robot. 

 Yip - I know everything about him and I’m his longest lasting friend. 

 Jackie - okay great! So Tom! 

 He said moving over to him 

 Jackie - how do you think this will go? Yip here seems- 

 Tom - I think I’m about to make a lot of money!!! 

 Tom said completely alive now. He rubbed his hands together and smiles to the audience who cheered him on. 

 Jackie - okay then let’s get started!!! Yip! Choose a tier of cash. The punishment your friend receives will grow based on the amount picked. So, from $20, $40, $60, $100, what do you pick? 

 Yip - I choose… 

 He looked to his friend for help. Tom motioned his hand down for a lower amount and mouthed… “play it safe” 

 Yip - $40! 

 Jackie - alright! So Yip… where did Tom get his first car? 

 Yip - easy!! He got it at Brakfirst Auto! 

 Jackie paused a moment… 

 Jackie- correct!!! That’s $40 in Yips bank! Now let’s see what fate Tom avoided… 

 The screen above then rolled like a slot machine or various contraptions and punishments finally landing on a pie. 

 Jackie - a pie to the face!!! Not the worst, but who wants that on live tv right? 

 Yip gave himself a little fist pump and smiled to his friend. Tom, in the zone, was mostly ignoring him. 

 Jackie - Now Tom… how much do you- 

 Tom - $100! 

 Yips face dropped in shock. “What happened to playing it safe!” He thought. Suddenly he started to sweat a little. “It’s okay… it’s Tom. He knows me. I probably could’ve gone for $100 and gotten it. These are easy” 

 Jackie - wow the hardest one!!! Okay! Lets see here… so Tom… what is Yips favorite book? 

 “Oh he knows this… we’ve talked about this over and over! Kit and Kat!” Yip thought suddenly calming his nerves. 

 Tom - uhhhh Catcher in the Rye? 

 Yip - what?! 

 Jackie - no!!!! That is not correct! Yip will take some punishment now!! But before that happens, we got $100 going straight to your bank Tom!

Yip - what the heck man!! 

 Yip yelled straight at Tom. Tom, unfortunately, was too distracted by the money he just got and started dancing to the audiences delight. 

 Ding ding DING! 

 The slots finally ended. 

 Jackie - oof!! Well that’s not great! 

 Yip turned to see what it landed on but before he could a boxing glove fist sprung out from his stand and punched him straight in the face. 

 POW! 

 The fist slammed straight into him punching a dent in his face which caved in. The audience started laughing immediately at the slapstick and enjoying his pain. Yip froze there in excruciating pain. He’d never been punched before and hurt way more than he expected. His eyes were already black and he saw stars. Yip blinked a few times to see Karla and Tom pointing and laughing at him. He wanted to cry. He knew he couldn’t though. He was on tv and had to not embarrass himself. 

 Yip - heh ow. Okay you got me. 

 Jackie - WOW! That looked like it hurt!!! Did it hurt Yip? 

 Yip - yeah that really hurt… 

 Jackie - Tom how are you feeling? 

 Tom - oh I’m feeling $100 richer Jackie!!! 

 The crowd loved it! 

 Jackie - okay Yip your turn again… $50, $100, $200, or $500? The punishments will be harsher this time. 

 After feeling that he was terrified for his friend. He wanted to leave. He couldn’t bear the thought of putting Tom in danger. 

 Yip - well I really don’t want to see that happen to Tom, so $50! 

 Jackie - fifty it is!!! So Yip, if you can think straight after that brutal punch, what is Toms most scared of? 

 Yip - easy!!! It’s bees! 

 Jackie - that… is… right!!!! Congrats that fifty to you! Still less than what Tom has but a solid amount! 

 The crowd cheered a little as Yip smiled with a busted tooth. He spotted Karla and waved happy with his success. Sadly after Karla saw the tooth she winced and looked away from him, hurting Yip in a way that wasn’t physical. His arm slowly bent down and his smile faded. 

 Jackie - Tom your turn!! How much- 

 Tom - $500 easily!!!! Give me that mula!!! 

 The crowd blew up with excitement. Tom was loving it. He didn’t care. No matter what happened that money was his! He was on cloud 9 and wouldn’t come down. 

 Jackie - wow do you even care about your friend Tom? 

 Tom - eh he can take it! He’s a tough kitty! 

 The audience laughed at that remark making Yip shrivel. He hated being called a kitty. Tom was older and always made fun of him for it. 

 Jackie - okay so Tom… what city was Yip born in and at what time of day?

 “Okay that’s tough but Tom knows this… my family has told him on many different occasions” Yip thought fearing what would be five times worse than that punch. 

 Tom - uhhhhh… if I don’t get this I still get the money right? 

 Yip - Tom come on!!! 

 He yelled losing hope. 

 Jackie - that is right! But Yip if you yell you will be penalized. 

 Yip shut up and crossed his arms. 

 Tom - uhhhh I’ll be honest I have no clue. 

 Jackie - no worries because you just got $500!!!!

Toms stand lit up and it started raining money around him. A few dancers ran out to celebrate with him and Tom started jumping for joy. To his left though, Yip stood frozen in fear and horrified. How could his friend do this to him? Does he even care? Why is he so happy?

 Ding! 

 Jackie - ooooooooohhh!! That is rough and a new one!!! 

 Yips heart sank as he saw the outline of what looked to be a large man. 

 Yip - what is that? 

 Yip heard a crack above him and he looked up to see a trapdoor above him. Suddenly his eyes opened wide and he screamed at the top of his lungs. A huge man about 10 times size leaped down over him. The man was naked and hairy only wearing some white briefs. The crowd gasped in shock and awe. Tom looked up and pointed and smiled, laughing at what would happen next. The stand in front of Yip fell in its own trap door to make way for the man. 

 Yip - hey wai- 

 The man fell about 20 feet with his legs up and ass right above him. 

 CRUNNNNNNCHHHHHH!!!!!! 

 The whole studio shook as he made impact. The audience winced for Yip. The man landed and scrunched down from the impact. He looked up with a smile and started pumping his fist in the air. 

 Man - oh yeahhh!!!!! 

 Everyone - wooooooooo!!!!! 

 Jackie - the Cruncher everyone!!! Wow look at that! Where did that cat go??? He is fully smooshed under that enormous ass! Cruncher how you feeling? 

 Cruncher - I feel something squirming in pain under me! 

 The crowd laughed 

 Cruncher - feels funny! I kinda like it! 

 With that he jumped up again to reveal Yip squashed on the ground. He was fully flat and spread out with his hands twisted and face mangled. He was in shock and the most pain he’d ever been in. For a brief moment he thought it was over when the weight got off him. He opened his eyes to see it had only just begun. 

 SQUASHHH!! 

 Cruncher landed right back on him and everyone heard a loud squealch beneath his hairy behind. Different from the initial crunch, his bones were already broken. 

 Cruncher - AHAHAHA!!! That feels awesome! 

 Jackie - wow that looks painful! And stinky too! Cruncher when did you shower last? 

 Cruncher - what’s that? 

 The crowd laughed and laughed. Tom pointed at crunchers ass for everyone to see Yips tiny hand stuck out, frozen in a flexed and pained position. 

 Jackie - the that crushing granted you $500! Cruncher please, if you will, get up! 

 The crowd booed wanted the carnage to continue. Cruncher ate it up and bounced a bit more and grinded in place. Yip mic picked up him moaning in pain beneath him. Eventually cruncher got up to reveal Yip stuck flat to his behind, his body facing in his butt, his face deep in his crack as his entire body molded to the shape of his round and wide butt. 

 Tom - oh my god look at that!

He said almost crying laughing. Cruncher started twerking for the audience who pointed and laughed and filmed it. The laughing only stopped when they heard a deafening fart from the obese man. Cruncher farted right on Yip whose whole body shook with his ass crack. He cried in there in disbelief of what was going on. He was mortified being on live tv, stuck in a fat mans ass, getting farted on. The fart lasted for 30 whole seconds and everyone was stunned. Cruncher squeezed it out on the cat lifting his left leg releasing the gas. It started as an accident but he quickly realized it was good tv and pushed it out. Eventually when he stopped he swung his hand behind his butt to waft it away making a joke of the situation. Everyone burst into laughter! The fart pushed Yips face out of his ass while his body was still stuck plastered and flat. Looking upside down he saw everyone laughing at him. He smell was putrid. Worse than anything he ever smelt before, and that was before the fart. He saw everyone loving his pain and humiliation. If the fart didn’t make him cry this did. He felt a hand grab the back of his head and then his face was confronted with the huge ass again. Quickly he was shoved back in as the Host unceremoniously pushed him back in while wearing a gas mask. Cruncher squeezed his ass one last time making Yip squeal in pain. Cruncher gave one last “hmpff!” And farted one loud blast that rocketed Yip to the floor slamming him the the ground. Yip smashed face first into the ground and couldn’t move from being absolutely demolished. A pool of tears formed around him. 

 Jackie - well that fart was not a part of the punishment. So an extra $500 will go to Yip! 

 Yips head lifted with excitement and a smile through the tears. Finally some real money! Maybe this was all worth it! 

 Tom - well didn’t I set up the punishment? By the rules shouldn’t it go to me? 

 Jackie - well… I guess that’s right! $500 to Tom and farts for Yip! Hahaha!! 

 Yips smile turned to a frown in an instant. Cruncher started to walk off the set to a deafening applause. He triumphantly shook his fist and made a choice to step right on top of his victim. 

 SSQQQQUISHHH!!! 

 The part of Yip that wasn’t under his foot squished up the side of his smelly foot and in between his rancid toes. Cruncher stopped there and shook Toms hand and walked off. 

 Jackie - okay let’s take a quick break! And we’ll get back to it!! 

 The curtain closed. Tom walked off set following Jackie ignoring his friend who maybe just died. Everyone just walked around the squashed and destroyed cat like nothing happened. He was barely aware but couldn’t believe everyone just didn’t care about his pain and humiliation. They even liked it! Eventually after Yip reformed a bit he got up and shambled over to Tom who was talking with Karla in the audience. Yip stumbled over there with his ears messed up and his whiskers jagged. 

 Tom - hey man that was hilarious! 

 Yip - what the heck man! 

 Tom - what? 

 Yip - you said play safe! And you know those answers! 

 Tom - you know I’m bad at tests! Besides I’m rolling in it! 

 Tip was dumbfounded by his friends like of sympathy. 

 Yip - you… you!!! Idiot!!!! 

 Karla - hey that’s not nice! 

 Yip - wait no! I mean! 

 Karla - he’s just playing the game just like you! Don’t call him dumb! 

 Tom - yeah Yip that hurts my feelings. 

 Tom said walking off with a smile, clearly unbothered.

Karla - hey you smell like sweaty fat man ass. Would you mind going somewhere else? 

 Yip, battered, bruised, and humiliated. Just walked off and took his place. He was in hell and couldn’t believe it. But now he was mad. He was real mad. When the second round started he knew what to do. 

 Jackie - soooo 

 Yip - highest amount of money!! 

 Jackie - okay that’s $5000!!!! So what

Yip - I don’t care!!! I don’t care!!! I want the money!! Tom can take the punishment!!! 

 Yips tender heart was broken and he was mad. He didn’t care what happened anymore. He looked to his friend who didn’t seem to care and was picking at his teeth. The crowd booed his mean spirit. 

 Crowd member - how dare you! Isn’t he your friend! 

 Yip started to feel like a jerk and second guess his choice. 

 Jackie - okay that’ll be 10 mins in the ring with Cruncher and Squasher! Tom are you ready for- 

 Yip - wait, wait I’ll try to answer the qu- 

 Tom - I play the reverse! 

 “Reverse?” 

 Jackie - it’s the reverse!!!! Sorry Yip that is the one and only reverse! Now you will 

 Tom - and I’ll use my turn for the $5000. 

 Jackie - that’s $10000 for Tom! And a $10000 punishment for Yip! 

 Tom - and I’ll use the double! And because my heartless friend didn’t even want to try I won’t either. 

 “Double?” 

 Jackie - that’s $20000!!!!! Okay Yip! You will have to survive being the chair for 10 fat men for… the rest of this episode! 

 Yip eyes shrunk. What did he do? 

 Jackie - who will have their way with you and use you like a chew toy! 

 As the money dropped on his so-called friend and he started celebrating another fat man looking like a redneck dropped from the floor above them. 

 SQUASHHH!!! 

 This ginger man wearing overalls laughed on his victims. He lifted his ass and the cameras zoomed in on the ass right above his squashed almost flat face. 

 Yip - please… please I’m sor- 

 FRRRRRRRRTPTTPTFFFTTTT!!! 

 The released a noxious fart on the flat cat and squashed him again. He stood up and peeled the cat off of his ass and flung him to the next man walking on stage. This man, a huge beefy fat man with a beard and wild hair wearing a black wrestling singlet caught the cat in one hand. 

 Yip - please stop. I- 

 The man closed his and and squeezed as hard as he could. A muffled yell could be heard has his eyes popped out in between his meaty fingers. He opened his hands to reveal a Yip the resembled an orange gum. The man then slapped him to his belly and body slammed the poor cat. A crater formed around them and as the man got up he saw the cat squashed all around his massive belly. The was the most spread out this cat has ever been. The next man came out and peeled him off and gave him a pill. The pill formed Yip back to normal and relieved his pain.

Yip - oh wow thanks!! That was too much! 

Yip looked up to see who he was thanking. This man, another dirty fat man was only wearing a thong and a goatee. 

 Yip - ughhh 

 The man ten times his size and almost hundred times his weight spun around and opened his ass cheeks. 

 Yip - oh god that’s awful!!! The smell! Please stay away!!! Please! 

 The wrestler grabbed him with a dumb smile and shoved him straight in there as the crowd cheered him on. “Why do people love this?” He cried in his head. 

 Yip - noooooo!!! 

 Yip was slammed in his stinky tan ass. Goatee let go of his ass cheeks trapping Yip in his practically naked booty. Only his arm could be seen sticking out of his ass. The man walked around strutting his new accessory as everyone laughed. The camera filmed everyone moment and step which squished him more and more. Tom ran up and took a selfie and posted it instantly. He did one more and pulled Yips face out. Yips head was smooshed and unrecognizable. Tom filmed himself and yip. 

 Tom - I just won over $25000 while Yip… got his face rearranged! It’s a good day! 

 Yip tried to cry for help but couldn’t. If he opened his mouth he would start gagging. Tom shoved Yips face back in the sweaty ass before he could say anything and quickly got back to his phone. 

 Tom - can you give us a fart for my page? 

 Thong man - HA!!! Yeah that’s no problem. 

 Yip cried in the mans ass. The man farted and farted all over Yip. The ass blasts shook his whole body and made him want to melt due to the smell. After a while of farting he took out Yip. Yip was putty in his hands. And removed the thong to be butt naked. 

 Jackie - he that’s not tv appropriate 

 Thong man - one sec. 

 He grabbed yip and squashed him in his hand. He slammed him back in his ass. With his left hand he reached under himself to grab his tail and the other he grabbed his head. He lifted his right hand sliding Yip up his sweaty ass. Then his left lowering him down in between the cheeks. Sliding all in his smelly ass crack down to his taint. He felt the warmth and stench squeezing him on both sides of his smooshed body. Then up again. And down. The man used him as ass floss as the crowd cheered. Eventually he morphed him into a new thong with his face facing his anus. 

 PPPPPPFFFFFTFPFPFPFPPPP!!!!! 

 Jackie - 7 more to go!!!! 

 7 more men had their way with him. He was smooshed between their asses, stuck to both at one time. They played a game farting on him to see which ass he’d pop out of first. They lined up and tied him to a pole and they all took turns grinding on him and farting on him. Forcing him to rate which one was the worst. It was a drunk one who was wearing ripped underwear. Tom had an idea to take audience requests. Yips heart broke when Karla joined and asked that they all jump as high as they can and ass slam him. Being competitive they took multiple turns. One older man with salt and pepper hair squashed him so hard in his ass that they fell through the ground on the next level. Yip landed in the basement only to be followed by the man squashing him again. 

 Afterwards Yip was on a stretcher for the ending of the show while Tom was still brimming with happiness. Yips body was flat and squashed with stink lines coming off of it. 

 Jackie - well that was fun! But there’s one last twist!! 

 Yip tilted his head to look at the host while Tom smiled.  “The twist! Tom said there’d be something new! Maybe I should’ve trusted him” 

 Jackie - you both can walk out of here with 1.5 the money you both earned! Orrrr, one of you can walk away with double the amount earned stealing that amount from your friend! 

 Yip - t- toooom

He said hoarse.

Yip - good idea. We can both make a lot. Sorry I doubted you… we’ll both 

 Tom - STEAL!!!!! 

 Yips, even though he shouldn’t be, was shocked and devastated. 

 Jackie - you heard it here!!! That puts Tom at over $50000 while Yip is about $25000 in debt!!! 

 “Debt?!?” 

 Tom - hell yeah!!! Karla wanna go on a date with me!

 “Date with Karla?? Tom knows I like her!” 

 Karla ran up to Tom and gave him a kiss. 

 Karla - of course mister money bags! 

 The chaos around Yip was unreal. Everyone celebrated except him who didn’t know what this debt meant and was still in more pain than ever. 

 Jackie - Yip will be our lovely crews slave until he pays this off! … at 5 cents an hour!!! Crew!!! Take him away! 

 Cruncher dropped again on Yip crushing him and the stretcher. 

 CRUNCHHHH!! 

 Cruncher - boom!!! Hahaha!!! Wanna see your friends?

 He stood up and faced away from Tom and Karla to show Yip, flat on his ass stretched across the massive globes so he could see his friends. 

 Tom - should we say bye to Yip? He’ll be gone for a lonnnnng time. 

 Karla - uhhh nah, he stinks so badly. 

 They both of them walked off and practically danced out the building. The wrestling uniform kneeled down to Yip to get eye level with him and smiled. “We’re in for a fun and lonnnng time!” 

 Cruncher - we all own a house together with a nice little dungeon. Can’t wait to see what we do off camera… or on. We have a fan base. 

 Yip wanted to die. His friends left him, his crush ignored him, and he officially became a slave of 10 fat smelly men who want to use him as an object to squash. Before he could even finish thinking cruncher walked him to his truck and sat down on him 

 SQUASSSHHHH!!

 Cruncher - damn that sounded like it hurt!!! 

 PRRRRRRRRRFFFPPPT!!!

Yip sniffed the fart to his face from the ass squashing him. It was the only air he could breath. 

 Cruncher - ahhhh that’s the stuff 

 He said grinding down on him. 

 Cruncher - you’re on the clock now bud. Lets have some fun! 

 And cruncher drove off to introduce Yip to his friends, old and new, for their new toy to squash and fart on. How did Yips excitement from being on a game show turn into this?

[rikishistinkface]

In Your Face

[fartinfacefag]

Your bully invited you over to his place in hopes of reconciliation. You arrived over at his place, and he had already had dinner prepared. Lay before you on the table was a meal of baked beans and burritos. You drank a sip of water before you were going to start eating, and next you know, your vision was getting dizzy and you started seeing black.

You woke up and your arms were tied between what appeared to be a wrestling mat net. You look straight ahead of you to see a black gym short-clad ass inches from your face.

“You’re quite gullible, aren’t ya? You really thought I’d just invite you over with no intentions of having my fun?”

PRRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBHHHHHHHHH.

A loud bassy fart escaped from the ass before you as it lowered onto your face and started giving you a stinkface. It smelled horrible.

“Damn, I’m gassy! I had to eat all that food because you fell asleep! These are gonna pack a punch, faggot, so you better prepare your nostrils!” he chuckled as he continued torturing you with a humiliating stinkface.

“How can we make this even more humiliating for ya?” he pondered. “I know, why don’t you lick my underwear and get a taste.”

He lowered his gym shorts so his boxer briefs were showing. You started licking his underwear where his asscrack was, getting a taste of a mixture between sweat and the day’s collection of smelly farts.

“Taste good, fag? Why don’t you get a taste of the real deal? I cooked up some beef stew for you. Stick out your tongue.”

You did as told and stuck out your tongue. He lowered his underwear so that his hairy forest of an ass was right in front of you. He opened his cheeks, backed his ass up and put his hole right on your tongue. He pushed it out and a massive bassy fart ripped across your tongue. BRRRTTTTTTTTTPPPHHHHRRRRRTTTTTTTT.

“Fuck, how’d that beef stew taste, bitch?” he laughed at your torture.

He gave your face another stinkface and continued ripping nasty farts up your nose, bare-ass.

“It’s nice having someone to appreciate my glorious gas for once! I’m gonna have to keep you around as a personal fart sniffer. And I bet they smell real good, don’t they, bitch?”

BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTPPPTTTTBRRRRTTTTTTTT.

[ssbhmcrushstories]

Can you help me write a scene for my story? The scene is about two beefy jocks rubbing there sweaty butts on there frail step brother after football practice.

I can def give it a shot. Send me what you’ve got and I’ll read it over and offer any suggestions I can.