Tod the cushion Tod the squishy boy chapter 11 by orangewithlegs

"Let's break you in, I bet you're so excited to become my toy for the next few months."

Tod is already regretting this, but the pay, the pay should make it worth it.

"Let's get started."

He grabs you and takes you to his room, a den of dirty clothes and musky smells. This will not be fun

"Let's hope you can help my butt feel less sore."

Tod looked in horror as he saw a worn-out chair with a smell of unwiped ass. Tod is plodding there, adjusted to where his eyes, nose, and penis are forced to deal with Dean's big ass. Tod looks in horror as is approches him, a butt which dwarfs some super models.

And Dean's ass crashes right into his, with Dean immediately realizing how comfty tod is, 

"Man, you feel like memory foam, but let's see how long you can survive this."

Tod, on the other hand, has to deal with a metric ton of butt flesh that is covered by thin, cruddy pants, covered in "unknown" stains. Minutes go by like hours. Tod can't handle the smell of rotten swamp ass; it is so horrid, so vile, so... "Wait, am I hard?" Tod looks and sees that his scrunched-up dick is hard; it can't really erect, so it kinda just firmed up; however, it doesn't go unnoticed.

"Wait, did I already wear him out? Why does he feel different"

Dean sits up and looks to see a slight penis bluge, and smirks

"aw, is the little shit getting hot and bottered by my butt, well dont worry, I can indulge"

Dean, being a cruel master, plops back down, rubbing his butt into Tod, and then, Pffffffft, ripping a massive fart on tod, which makes tods dick harder, but him much more misreble, he can litearly taste the smell.

however, does tone countue with this torment, or does Dean fine a new use for him