Work those buns!
Short Stuff
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
sonic411
Taking a seat on something that else that compelled in comparison to the size of her mature rump, Rose managed to feel her cheeks bouncing against the boy once more as her rump swallowed up the bike’s seat. She squirmed as she made herself more comfortable on her exercise gear, ready to work on unwanted pounds, and get rid of an unwanted peeper. “Get ready for the ride of your life.” She spoke, uncaring if that little worm heard her or not, and started pedaling away.
Bobby’s crushing, pliable, rank prison suddenly came alive in a manner that smacked him into the right ass cheek, squishing his face and the rest of him into it while the left cheek ground heavily and painfully into his back, sinking him further into this horrible rump sandwich. He now regretted opening his mouth to gasp as oily, pungent ass now filled his mouth, forcing him to breathe in his prison’s stench through his nose. Suddenly, the buns shifted back, pushing back into the left ass cheek, but sending the right one to slam right onto him. Crying out in pain as the buns jiggled around him, Bobby now knew the next level of terror his mom’s ass could bring.
The buns shifted more and more as she pedaled, grinding and plowing his little body and bearing down so much of the weight these giant orbs had to give. Tears of terror and from the stink streamed from Bobby’s face as he felt sweat starting to leak from this fleshy trap. The air became all the harder to take in as this new stench mixed with what he was already being subjected to, and what’s worse was that being pushed and squished into Rose’s cheeks made the sweat ooze onto him like someone squeezing a sponge.
Bobby finally screamed, but now his cries were both muffled and gargled as sweat drenched onto his form and filled his mouth. He tried to cough up the horrible salty secretion, but he was still met by the disgusting ass flesh that surrounded him, and no matter how much he managed to expel, more sweat got into his eyes, and thus he was granted the only mercy he was allowed as he was momentarily blinded from this terror. It was too painful to see, too horrible to taste, but all of this soon became his noses biggest problem as Rose’s shifting rump let loose a gas bubble.
“Oops! Excuse me!” Rose said, even though she was alone, save for the little pest. Still, she blushed as she passed the small toot, briefly going back into her polite ways before it occurred to her that for as rude as that was, the little perv had to be choking right now, which put a small back on her face, and got her to pedal faster.
Bobby coughed and gagged as hard as his aching throat could, now unable to breathe at all as it seemed every last molecule of air was replaced by stink. The hot gust from the gas gushing out his mom’s anus alone made him feel like he had truly entered hell and was now smelling the sulfur. His vision was completely blurred as his eyes, nose, and mouth now burned so powerfully. All he could do was cough and wretch while the heaving buns continued to crush onto him from all sides. The fat coating the muscle wrapped him like a putrid blanket every time he was forced into its meaty hug, and he could nothing to stop it.
Bobby felt all of his strength and his will to live fading from his body with every cough. He was trapped in an inescapable prison, it hurt to breathe, it hurt to see, and calling for help had already proven to be to be a waste of what little air was left in his lungs as it was quickly filled up with lingering gas. There just didn’t seem to be any reason for him to go on, that is, until he felt his feet bump into something that wasn’t part of the fleshy boulders.
The bottom of Bobby’s bare foot now felt something soft and wrinkled, and suddenly, the horrors he was feeling were now taking a back seat in his mind as he knew what this had to be. Now he was truly about to enter hell.
Bobby’s crushing, pliable, rank prison suddenly came alive in a manner that smacked him into the right ass cheek, squishing his face and the rest of him into it while the left cheek ground heavily and painfully into his back, sinking him further into this horrible rump sandwich. He now regretted opening his mouth to gasp as oily, pungent ass now filled his mouth, forcing him to breathe in his prison’s stench through his nose. Suddenly, the buns shifted back, pushing back into the left ass cheek, but sending the right one to slam right onto him. Crying out in pain as the buns jiggled around him, Bobby now knew the next level of terror his mom’s ass could bring.
The buns shifted more and more as she pedaled, grinding and plowing his little body and bearing down so much of the weight these giant orbs had to give. Tears of terror and from the stink streamed from Bobby’s face as he felt sweat starting to leak from this fleshy trap. The air became all the harder to take in as this new stench mixed with what he was already being subjected to, and what’s worse was that being pushed and squished into Rose’s cheeks made the sweat ooze onto him like someone squeezing a sponge.
Bobby finally screamed, but now his cries were both muffled and gargled as sweat drenched onto his form and filled his mouth. He tried to cough up the horrible salty secretion, but he was still met by the disgusting ass flesh that surrounded him, and no matter how much he managed to expel, more sweat got into his eyes, and thus he was granted the only mercy he was allowed as he was momentarily blinded from this terror. It was too painful to see, too horrible to taste, but all of this soon became his noses biggest problem as Rose’s shifting rump let loose a gas bubble.
“Oops! Excuse me!” Rose said, even though she was alone, save for the little pest. Still, she blushed as she passed the small toot, briefly going back into her polite ways before it occurred to her that for as rude as that was, the little perv had to be choking right now, which put a small back on her face, and got her to pedal faster.
Bobby coughed and gagged as hard as his aching throat could, now unable to breathe at all as it seemed every last molecule of air was replaced by stink. The hot gust from the gas gushing out his mom’s anus alone made him feel like he had truly entered hell and was now smelling the sulfur. His vision was completely blurred as his eyes, nose, and mouth now burned so powerfully. All he could do was cough and wretch while the heaving buns continued to crush onto him from all sides. The fat coating the muscle wrapped him like a putrid blanket every time he was forced into its meaty hug, and he could nothing to stop it.
Bobby felt all of his strength and his will to live fading from his body with every cough. He was trapped in an inescapable prison, it hurt to breathe, it hurt to see, and calling for help had already proven to be to be a waste of what little air was left in his lungs as it was quickly filled up with lingering gas. There just didn’t seem to be any reason for him to go on, that is, until he felt his feet bump into something that wasn’t part of the fleshy boulders.
The bottom of Bobby’s bare foot now felt something soft and wrinkled, and suddenly, the horrors he was feeling were now taking a back seat in his mind as he knew what this had to be. Now he was truly about to enter hell.
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