"Damn you, Jim!" You curse as you stare at the scene before with nervousness and gulp as you remember how you got here.

Several hours ago, you and Jim were hanging out at the mall before he started to mention about a gathering he heard about. Of course you were suspicious of it, especially how he wasn't taking Pete as well, but over time he convinced you to go with him. However, when you got there, you realized that he was trying to go to a speed dating thing and you were currently trying to look for Jim now, as he disappeared.

Sighing in annoyance, you go to the sidelines as you're aware of your inability and you go to the the bench nearby. Looking around, you notice that it's mostly women around, something that looks somewhat odd yet, in most places you've gone including your school, girls and women seem to make up the majority of the population. As to why, that answer lies beyond the scope of your current knowledge. Dropping the subject in your head, you rest for a bit before someone calls out to you.

"Hey, you look familiar. Mind if I get a better look at you?"

It was coming out around the vending machine off to the side and looking around for Jim, one more time before heading over there. As you turn the corner, you see some fat cheeks that were barely uncontained in some jeans, half of her ass sticking out as the straps for the thong trapped in her crack. Without a second later, a burst of flatulence roars out, jiggling the fleshy moons as you're hit in the face by it. A heavy scent of spoilt milk and shit enters your nose as you hear chuckling from the ass as it gets down, revealing an almost hourglass figure in a white tank top.

"Sorry, but you were too perfect for this!" She laughs as she crosses her arms under her big boobs and you manage to waft away the smell as you notice nobody showed up to investigate.

"Why did you do that?" You ask, still smelling the stench she created from her bowels as she finally calms down.

"You were so perfect for that prank," she repeats herself, "Anyways, I did really want to see if you looked familiar. A Mrs. Miriam Santos rings a bell? Mexican woman with massive booty and works as the mayor's assistant?"

"Yea, actually, why do you know my mom?" You ask, her eyes widening a bit before she comes to the natural conclusion of her being your mom.

"I met with her before when she was helping with the Church." She replies, before you notice an oddity there.

"Church?"

"Yes, I'm a part-time nun over there!"

"I thought..."

"Part-time." Her statement was more than enough to end that line of conversation.

"But that friend of yours snuck off after a few minutes. Maybe because of the fact he knew about the true nature about this place?" She smirks, coming close to you and pressing her tits against you with a grin.

"And that would be..."

"Everyone has their things, but for me..." She answers, turning around and cupping her juicy arse cheeks. "...big booties of girls..."
She grunts as she spreads her cheeks apart and erupt out another, stronger burst of colon fumes from her anus. "...and the farts that come out of them!" She sighs as she comes back to face you and has a deep red blush on her face as the heavy smell of dairy lingers in the air.

"You're the same as me, though maybe not as... naughty as me... and maybe not aware of the fart fetish you may or may not have," she continues, making it your turn to blush. Her assumption was at least half wrong, but the sheer audacity still got you heavily flustered, plus the fact that you did have a thing for girl's big butts made you feel somewhat guilty.

"So how about it? You and me become a couple and I'll show you a lot of things?" She offers, and that question throws you off hard enough that you even forgot your previous line of thought.

"How can we when I don't know your name?" You replied, expecting this to be yet another prank.

The woman in front of you blushed as she sees her mistake and coughs a little in an attempt to dispel the awkwardness that ensued, before coughing once more, this time for real from her previous emission.

"Caren Laitinen, with a C."

"Blaise Santos"

"Good, now we know each other!" Caren grabs your hand and leads you away. Your eyes widened, she was for real! Now you can only wonder what the hell you just got yourself into...

"Where are we going?"

"We're heading over to..."

3) Your phone rings and you both stop before you pick it up.

"Yo, Blaise! Me and Jen need your opinion on something, so come over to Jen's place!" Lillian said, and before you knew it, Caren steals your phone.

"We'll be there!" "Wha-" Caren hangs up the phone and stuffs it between her big boobs.

"What was that for!?" You ask in shock, as Caren smirks.

"I would like to meet with your... 'friends' and introduce myself to them. Call it a hunch that they may be the reason on why you have a fetish." She explains, you blushing at he words while surprised she was able to find out about your supposed fetish.

4) Zuemy calls you up and has an announcement for you.

"Hey, I just finished my secret project. Come check it out!"

"That was Zuemy, she's a bit of a science genius" You explain after Caren showed interest in the text you got and she hums to herself, though you could have sworn she was being rivalrous with the shortstack.

5) Someone else shows up.