After more than a few more tugs and jostles, Jessi had her breasts completely packed into the tiny shirt, the duckling and caption so distorted and stretched they were almost unrecognizable. “Sooo—SSPPRRRAAPPT! –tiiiiight… frrrrrrppttt… ‘Scuse me.” Jessi pouted, grabbing a tie to put her hair up in her signature ponytail when suddenly… RRRRIPPP!!! Kyle’s eyes went wide as a tear formed from the collar of Jessi’s shirt and her cleavage fought to explode out, while she just sighed in relief. “Oh goody! I guess it just needed a chance to stretch!” Jessi pulled her shirt down forcibly to cover her stomach (only half succeeding), the tear growing and growing until by the time she was done and the tear seemed to stop, cleavage was all but flowing out of the top, the poor duckling nearly torn in two.
“There we go!!! Hehehe! Now for the skirt… Hmm… PPPROOPPT!!! KyKy, since the shirt shrank so much, I’m sure the skirt did too… Do you… umm… I mean, like… doyouthinkyoucouldhelpme?” After watching her walk around essentially naked and putting her shirt on right in front of him, Kyle wasn’t sure how Jessi was still embarrassed, but he had to admit it was cute. After nodding an affirmative, Kyle was rewarded with another breast smothering hug, his face being engulfed in the tightly packed flab until he was finally able to extricate himself.
“Alrighty, here we go!!!” Kyle let Jessi lean on him as she stepped into the small skirt, bending over in front of him and wiggling her smelly butt in front of him, quickly getting stuck at the base of her thighs. Taking this as his cue, Kyle bent down and started shimmying the skirt up. It was slow going and a lot of work, so much so Kyle almost forgot that Jessi’s ass was right in his face… Almost.
He was just glad that apparently her digestive system had won out over the tacos, but immediately knew he jinxed it as he yanked the skirt up to the base of her bum cheeks, jiggling them slightly as… mmmrrpPRROOOOOFFFTTTT!!! Kyle nearly hurled as Jessi blasted his face at point-blank. “Hehehehehe, that like—FRRAAAPPPTTT!!! –tickles, KyKy! PPROOPTT!!!” It didn’t get any better as Jessi’s constant giggling set off a chain of popping farts. Kyle tried as best he could to hold his breath as Jessi continued to rip ass right in his face, the fact that she was wiggling and fidgeting from his “tickling” wasn’t making it any easier, especially when she occasionally slammed her ass against his nose and rubbed in the smell. FFFRRROOOOPPPTTTSSSHHHH!!!
After enduring countless barrages of farts, Kyle was getting light-headed, and the skirt was still only a quarter of the way over her bum cheeks. With a grunt of exertion and frustration, Kyle yanked hard as he stood; startling himself slightly as the skirt suddenly gave. Falling against Jessi, Kyle was at least happy to hear her celebrate his apparent success with a giant FFFFRRRRRAAAAPPPTTSSSHHHOOOOMMFFF!!! That is until Kyle felt very warm air on his hand and forearm.
Looking down, Kyle at first noticed that though he had apparently succeeded in pulling up Jessi’s skirt, there was definitely not enough material for her ass. The yellow material, already meant to be short on a person the size it was made for, had become less than a micro-skirt, Jessi’s humongous behind and deep stank-producing crack bulged and overflowed out of both the top AND the bottom. To his horror, Kyle then noticed that in his surprise and stumble, he had somehow ended up with his left hand and most of his forearm shoved deep into her crack, the turtleneck’s arm having lifted above his elbow and left him with skin to skin contact. Trying to yank it out, Kyle’s horror grew as no matter how he tugged, it wouldn’t budge an inch.
SSPPPLLOOOOORRRPPPTTT!!! “Hehehe, what are you doing back there, KyKy? It like, hehehehe, totally tickles!” FRRAAASSSHHHHTTT!!! Kyle’s skin crawled as the thick hot air from her farts blasted all over his trapped hand and forearm, only getting worse as the stink traveled up his arm and attacked his nose. Lifting her arm and turning suddenly to look behind her, Kyle received a face-full of armpit and side-boob, the thin material of her baby-tee thinly veiling her still present BO.
“KyKy… Umm… FRRPPT! Do you like… Do you have your hand down my skirt?” Kyle pulled his face away as best he could and looked up to see Jessi starting one of her full body blushes.
“No! I mean… well, I do, but… It was an accident!” Kyle tried once again to extricate his arm, but only succeeded in jiggling loose another massive PPPRRAAAPPPTTT!!!
“KyKy… I mean… You don’t have to fib… Hehehe… I mean, we’re boyfriend and girlfriend, right? You said so yourself! So umm… I mean… FRPT! If umm… If you want… Ifyouwantyoucankeepyourhandthereuntilyoudecidetotakeitout!!! SSPPPRRROOOPPTT!!!” Kyle tried to tell her he couldn’t take it out, but she heard none of it over her blushing giggles.
With a sigh, Kyle tried a different approach. “Umm… Jessi, don’t you need panties?”
“Oopsie, did I forget undies again? Hehehe. I do that a lot; there’s always next time though! But we should like, get going, I’m completely starved!!!”
Dragging Kyle along “by the hand”, Jessi grabbed her credit card, slipping it into her small butt pocket before bouncing out the door, Kyle still being assaulted by both the smell and now the feel of her horrid gas.
By the time Jessi and Kyle arrived at the restaurant, Kyle’s face was half-soaked with sweat. It was a very hot day as they had started out on their walk to the place, and Kyle had started off at least trying to enjoy the close up view of Jessi’s right breast bouncing near his face with each step, trying his best to annoy the noxious air saturating his hand and arm. Unfortunately this “enjoyable” time didn’t last long, as with a giggle of happiness from walking with her boyfriend, Jessi wrapped her arm around him in a half-hug, slamming his face into both her side-boob and her armpit once again and trapping him there as she continued to walk.
As they continued, Kyle sighed in exasperation as Jessi started to sweat profusely, soon soaking through the shirt and smearing the salty liquid all over the side of his face and in his hair. By the time they reached their destination, Jessi’s BO was as strong as ever, practically giving Kyle a second shower as the sweat waterfalled onto him. Jessi only released her hold when they stumbled into the restaurant, nearly dragging him along as she rushed up to the hostess/waitress.
“Hello, welcome to Gertrude’s Seafood Shanty, where the only thing better than our seafood is our service. My name is Lisa and I’ll be your hostess and waitress today.” Kyle looked up as the waitress gave her welcoming speech flawlessly but unconvincingly, her face showing both boredom and annoyance. Kyle didn’t blame her as her uniform was tacky at best, a bright aqua polo shirt with a large trio of shrimp on the front with black pants, her head adorned with a newspaper hat over her bobbed black hair which by the date was made just this morning. “We apologize for the heat; our air conditioning broke this morning. Two seats for the… lovebirds? Right this way.”
Jessi giggled merrily as Kyle sighed, feeling like his arm was nearly breaking as Jessi practically jogged after the waitress. Kyle was mortified as she ushered them to a tiny booth, Jessi not giving him a chance to protest as she hip checked him in first, quickly following him and nearly smashing him against the wall. Kyle moaned as she half sat on his lap, half sat “in” the booth, her butt so big and the booth so small that her hips and butt still stuck out of it.
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