Evan pounded off out of the room, leaving you with the giants Tom and Ben Staring intently at you.
Ben's hand journeys down to the crotch of his cargo short, he grasps it slowly, revealing the size of the cock beneath it. His black cotton boxers sit proudly above the waistline.
"Stay Still Runt" Ben booms to you, in fear you obey. The mattress landscape contorts as the giant pushes his left knee onto the bed, all his 90kg frame pressuring bed. His Right knee is pushed onto the bed, creating a mountain underneath you. The giant grasps the waist of his cargo shorts, slowly lowering them, revealing his impressive bulge and rotund bubble butt under the tiny black boxers miles above you.
Tom grabs the shorts for his housemate and chucks them aside, his own cock causing a tent in his black board shorts. Ben slides forward onto his forearms, creating an eclipse due to his arse. A horrid stench wafts out of the cheeks, a thin line of moisture within the crack of the boxers is evident to you. The thin line descends towards you as Ben lowers the arse in complete silence. Wet material presses upon your head, the 90kg ass now feels like tonnes bearing down on you.
With utter silence and a disgusted, contorted face, you endure the procedure. Ben begins to girate, rubbing his arse over your tiny body, the smell is disgusting yet oldly enticing as you feel your cock begin to inflate.
A hot gush of air pours out from the arse as Ben releases an intoxicating fart directly into your face. You could almost vomit because of it. Pleasure becomes agony as the giant continues to girate, grinding you between the matress and tonnes of arse fat. "OH GOD STOP!" you cry in agony as ben flexes, pinning you with unbearable force.
To your surprise the man complies. The ass is lifted off you and slides further towards the head of the bed. Like a stadium the two glutes sit proudly infront of you. Gigantic hands appear from the hips, the dirty fingers grasp the waist of the black, stinking boxers. Slowly they peel the seemingly painted on underwear off the fat ass.
The sight is truly horrifying, two enormous mounds are covered in a dense, dark turf of hair. As the giant continues to slide the boxers off, he rises slightly, displaying to you the dark, shit stained pubic hair which fills the cavernous arsecrack. No words can describe the smell emanating. The situation reaches a new level of terror as behind you, Tom begins to move.
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