Isabella’s Booty is the ‘Only Way’ to Travel
You almost couldn’t believe it. You had finally gotten through to Isabella somehow, finally gotten her to realize not only that you’re real, but that she needed to clean up her place, AND that her ass was humongous… And yet (although you blamed it on your still-recent trip to her toilet), now that she had offered it as a possibility, you really couldn’t think of a safer way to go to the store to get cleaning supplies than traveling in said humongous caboose.
And so… you decided that it’d definitely be best to just stay here. Of course you didn’t really trust Isabella to go and get cleaning supplies on her own, so you’d have to have her make a list or something… You decided to start with that sooner rather than later, so you let her know your thoughts. “Okay, Isabella, I’ve thought about it, and I really can’t think of a better way to travel than in your panties… So I was—“
Isabella couldn’t believe her ears. After everything she had put you through, she almost didn’t trust when you had told her you actually LIKED her ass being huge, but had actually latched onto this as one of the only things positive to come out of this experience, especially knowing you’d never want to be around her butt again even if you liked it after… all that. But… even though she had just thrown out the idea of traveling in her undies because her mind was so focused on the revelations on her butt, immediately regretting even mentioning it… You had just said it was the best way possible to travel!!! Isabella felt like crying, not being able to help herself when she immediately interrupted you.
“Dennis, ¿hablas en serio? Incluso… incluso después de todo lo horrible que te hizo pasar… ¡¿Mi trasero sigue siendo la mejor manera de viajar?!”
“Dennis, are you serious?! Even… even after all that horribleness it put you through… My butt is still the best way to travel?!”
Isabella was right back to talking too fast for you to really understand, so although you had a feeling something was being lost in translation, you instead answered her question literally once you translated it in your head. “Well… yeah. I tried really hard, but I literally can’t think of anything better. Anyw—“
“Oh, Dennis, realmente prefieres los traseros enormes, ¿no? Bueno, me gustaría que estuvieras lo más cómoda posible… ¿Qué tipo de ropa interior sería tu favorita para viajar?”
“Oh Dennis, you really do prefer huge butts, don’t you? Well, I’d want you to be as comfortable as possible… What kind of underwear would be your favorite to travel in?”
You were a little annoyed that even with everything that had happened, Isabella was now stuck on talking about how you’d travel with her butt, even when you had no intention to actually do so, so you were understandably a bit snappy with your reply. “Well, you’re thong from earlier definitely wouldn—“
"¡¿Qué?! ¡¿Mi… tanga de antes?! Pero… esa es una de las prendas interiores más ajustadas que tengo… aunque… supongo que sería como una especie de hamaca para ti… Y estarías realmente seguro de que profundo.”
“What?! My… thong from earlier?! But… that’s one of the tightest underwear I have… although… I guess it would be kind of like a hammock for you… and you WOULD be really secure that deep.”
You… were more than a bit frustrated at Isabella interrupting you over and over again in her obvious excitement. You wouldn’t even be going with her, so there wasn’t any point in talking about this. Not to mention it was pretty embarrassing, as well as gross to even think about after what you went through. “Isabella, I’m serious. You need to get going so we can clean this place up when you get back. So let’s go ahead and—“ You had just been about to finally tell her about the list, but Isabella took your rushing seriously, and… immediately picked you up before going and grabbing her thong from earlier, still tangled as it was on the floor of the bathroom.
“¡Por supuesto, Dennis! ¡Lo siento, nos iremos de inmediato! ¡Muchas gracias por darme a mí y a mi pequeño, quiero decir, mi enorme trasero otra oportunidad!
“Of course, Dennis! I’m sorry, we’ll leave right away! Thank you so much for giving me and my little— I mean, my huge butt another chance!”
You finally put two and two together, figuring out that another horrible misunderstanding had happened far too late, as Isabella put your tiny body on the practical string of the back of her thong, just like the hammock she had talked about. You screamed and tried to get off, but the surface was sticky enough from the sweat (and gods knew what else) that had coated it in the deepest recesses of Isabella’s ass crack. You tried to yell up to her, but Isabella was too busy trying to hurry ‘like you wanted’ to pay much attention, only glancing down at you with a beaming smile thinking you trusted her this much, before she bent down to put her feet through the leg holes of the thong and unceremoniously yanked them (and you) up.
Your screams were immediately silenced between Isabella’s meaty hams, and to add insult to injury, you realized to your horror that her ass (and especially her ass crack) was still horrendously dirty/smelly… and it only got worse the deeper you were forced into the chasm. Meanwhile, Isabella had found herself feeling much better after everything that had happened between you, determined to not let you down as she all but marched out of her house and toward the store that should have cleaning supplies.
Of course, this gusto proved hellish for you, as every one of her steps ground her meaty cheeks back and forth against you, smearing body grease and filth all over you and even more unfortunately dragging her thong (and therefore you) even deeper. It only got worse as Isabella’s butt began to warm up from being outside, and new sweat was soon all but pouring down her crack onto you and her thong, reawakening any smells that had begun to go cold. Happily, Isabella was right about the store not being far, and she quickly arrived and stepped inside from the scorching sun. Not so happily, just as she stepped inside her thong completed its journey to the deepest recesses of her ass… smacking you right up against her balloon knot, spread eagle with no way to push it away (the thong material making sure of it). Worse yet, your immediate struggling sent literal WAVES of pleasure shooting through her body, leaving her standing in the entryway of the store practically drooling for so long the employees started to get suspicious.
You could only hope this would be over quickly, but you didn’t have much hope… And as Isabella finally started to move again, she suddenly realized… she didn’t actually know what you wanted her to buy…
Choices
1. Isabella racks her brain to try and think of something… and realizes she needs a sponge! Turns out they’re on the bottom shelf, and when she bends over, you feel so good as you’re ground against her by the thong that she’s actually pushed to orgasm… and, thinking YOU did this on purpose for her somehow, all but forgets her mission in order to find random reasons to bend over or squat down to ‘get you to do it again’.
2. She thinks of a few things on her own and gets them… but when she gets home she realizes the trip might have not been that great for you after all… but not wanting to face the music, she decides you can ‘rest in your hammock’ for a while as she does her best to clean on her own (which just makes her and you sweatier).
3. She can’t think of anything! So she goes to the store bathroom and yanks her thong and you out to ask you. You use the opportunity to escape!
4. Turns out this store doesn’t have any cleaning supplies… neither does the next store she walks to… or the next one… by the time Isabella gets home and takes you out, she’s absolutely drenched from head to toe in sweat… and she’s too tired to even notice the hell you went through/your complaints. Even worse, you’re forced to spend at least one night with her in the mess that is her house while she recovers from her failure.
And so… you decided that it’d definitely be best to just stay here. Of course you didn’t really trust Isabella to go and get cleaning supplies on her own, so you’d have to have her make a list or something… You decided to start with that sooner rather than later, so you let her know your thoughts. “Okay, Isabella, I’ve thought about it, and I really can’t think of a better way to travel than in your panties… So I was—“
Isabella couldn’t believe her ears. After everything she had put you through, she almost didn’t trust when you had told her you actually LIKED her ass being huge, but had actually latched onto this as one of the only things positive to come out of this experience, especially knowing you’d never want to be around her butt again even if you liked it after… all that. But… even though she had just thrown out the idea of traveling in her undies because her mind was so focused on the revelations on her butt, immediately regretting even mentioning it… You had just said it was the best way possible to travel!!! Isabella felt like crying, not being able to help herself when she immediately interrupted you.
“Dennis, ¿hablas en serio? Incluso… incluso después de todo lo horrible que te hizo pasar… ¡¿Mi trasero sigue siendo la mejor manera de viajar?!”
“Dennis, are you serious?! Even… even after all that horribleness it put you through… My butt is still the best way to travel?!”
Isabella was right back to talking too fast for you to really understand, so although you had a feeling something was being lost in translation, you instead answered her question literally once you translated it in your head. “Well… yeah. I tried really hard, but I literally can’t think of anything better. Anyw—“
“Oh, Dennis, realmente prefieres los traseros enormes, ¿no? Bueno, me gustaría que estuvieras lo más cómoda posible… ¿Qué tipo de ropa interior sería tu favorita para viajar?”
“Oh Dennis, you really do prefer huge butts, don’t you? Well, I’d want you to be as comfortable as possible… What kind of underwear would be your favorite to travel in?”
You were a little annoyed that even with everything that had happened, Isabella was now stuck on talking about how you’d travel with her butt, even when you had no intention to actually do so, so you were understandably a bit snappy with your reply. “Well, you’re thong from earlier definitely wouldn—“
"¡¿Qué?! ¡¿Mi… tanga de antes?! Pero… esa es una de las prendas interiores más ajustadas que tengo… aunque… supongo que sería como una especie de hamaca para ti… Y estarías realmente seguro de que profundo.”
“What?! My… thong from earlier?! But… that’s one of the tightest underwear I have… although… I guess it would be kind of like a hammock for you… and you WOULD be really secure that deep.”
You… were more than a bit frustrated at Isabella interrupting you over and over again in her obvious excitement. You wouldn’t even be going with her, so there wasn’t any point in talking about this. Not to mention it was pretty embarrassing, as well as gross to even think about after what you went through. “Isabella, I’m serious. You need to get going so we can clean this place up when you get back. So let’s go ahead and—“ You had just been about to finally tell her about the list, but Isabella took your rushing seriously, and… immediately picked you up before going and grabbing her thong from earlier, still tangled as it was on the floor of the bathroom.
“¡Por supuesto, Dennis! ¡Lo siento, nos iremos de inmediato! ¡Muchas gracias por darme a mí y a mi pequeño, quiero decir, mi enorme trasero otra oportunidad!
“Of course, Dennis! I’m sorry, we’ll leave right away! Thank you so much for giving me and my little— I mean, my huge butt another chance!”
You finally put two and two together, figuring out that another horrible misunderstanding had happened far too late, as Isabella put your tiny body on the practical string of the back of her thong, just like the hammock she had talked about. You screamed and tried to get off, but the surface was sticky enough from the sweat (and gods knew what else) that had coated it in the deepest recesses of Isabella’s ass crack. You tried to yell up to her, but Isabella was too busy trying to hurry ‘like you wanted’ to pay much attention, only glancing down at you with a beaming smile thinking you trusted her this much, before she bent down to put her feet through the leg holes of the thong and unceremoniously yanked them (and you) up.
Your screams were immediately silenced between Isabella’s meaty hams, and to add insult to injury, you realized to your horror that her ass (and especially her ass crack) was still horrendously dirty/smelly… and it only got worse the deeper you were forced into the chasm. Meanwhile, Isabella had found herself feeling much better after everything that had happened between you, determined to not let you down as she all but marched out of her house and toward the store that should have cleaning supplies.
Of course, this gusto proved hellish for you, as every one of her steps ground her meaty cheeks back and forth against you, smearing body grease and filth all over you and even more unfortunately dragging her thong (and therefore you) even deeper. It only got worse as Isabella’s butt began to warm up from being outside, and new sweat was soon all but pouring down her crack onto you and her thong, reawakening any smells that had begun to go cold. Happily, Isabella was right about the store not being far, and she quickly arrived and stepped inside from the scorching sun. Not so happily, just as she stepped inside her thong completed its journey to the deepest recesses of her ass… smacking you right up against her balloon knot, spread eagle with no way to push it away (the thong material making sure of it). Worse yet, your immediate struggling sent literal WAVES of pleasure shooting through her body, leaving her standing in the entryway of the store practically drooling for so long the employees started to get suspicious.
You could only hope this would be over quickly, but you didn’t have much hope… And as Isabella finally started to move again, she suddenly realized… she didn’t actually know what you wanted her to buy…
Choices
1. Isabella racks her brain to try and think of something… and realizes she needs a sponge! Turns out they’re on the bottom shelf, and when she bends over, you feel so good as you’re ground against her by the thong that she’s actually pushed to orgasm… and, thinking YOU did this on purpose for her somehow, all but forgets her mission in order to find random reasons to bend over or squat down to ‘get you to do it again’.
2. She thinks of a few things on her own and gets them… but when she gets home she realizes the trip might have not been that great for you after all… but not wanting to face the music, she decides you can ‘rest in your hammock’ for a while as she does her best to clean on her own (which just makes her and you sweatier).
3. She can’t think of anything! So she goes to the store bathroom and yanks her thong and you out to ask you. You use the opportunity to escape!
4. Turns out this store doesn’t have any cleaning supplies… neither does the next store she walks to… or the next one… by the time Isabella gets home and takes you out, she’s absolutely drenched from head to toe in sweat… and she’s too tired to even notice the hell you went through/your complaints. Even worse, you’re forced to spend at least one night with her in the mess that is her house while she recovers from her failure.
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May 29, 2023
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