Chapter #3Vanessa. by: Vaji   Jason's tiny sense was tingling as he felt a discomfort in his belly. His blood running cold as his nose was assaulted by a stench much worse than Rebecca's unwashed ass.
Something terrible was about to happen, he just knew it.
Vanessa would soon stroll into the livingroom. The black, spandex suit covering her from her toes up to her shoulders as it clung to her so tight, it should tear at any moment. Although having a low enough cut at the chest, a large portion of her smushed cleavage bulged out from it. Every single outline of her features were exposed due to the tightness.
Vanessa would place herself next to Rebecca as she read the calendar. Causing Jason to be perfectly leveled with the monstrous bulge, stretching and straining the fabric as it twitched continuously. Flexing itself mere inches away from Jason. The completely soaked fabric making the outfit partially transparent as her thick, girthy cock was visible. While her bubble buttcheeks protruded past her hips as they were visible from her front.
"Oi, Beckie Butthole. Want to check what I got today? Vanessa said as she was deepthroating a popsicle. Her free hand lowering toward her crotch as she'd scratch her fat, bloated balls. Accidentally letting out a soft whine as she enjoyed the feeling.
Every time her hand slid past the slimey sack, loud squelching noises would be heard as she squeezed some sweaty juices from the fabric. The already dreadful stench growing significantly more potent as it even caused Rebecca to cough in surprise.
Vanessa would remove her hand from the twitching member. A thick, slimey string of sweat connecting between the two before it'd break off and splatter on the floor beneath her. Vanessa would bend over slightly as she arched her back, the soaked hand she used on her crotch was now moving around her wide hips, and even wider buttocks as it'd slither into the depths of her cavernous buttcrack. Trying to pick the wedgie that was permanently fused to her bulging asshole which was poking against the fabric, straining it.
"Oh fuck, I have the absolute worst case of swamp ass. My asshole is not amused!"
Shed exclaim as she scratched her finger across the bloated, soaked butthole, carefully enough to not tear through the stretched, strained fabric.
She'd lean back and stand up straight again. Her rounded ghetto booty clapping closed behind her as the wobbly spheres of buttmeat defied physics, and reality.
Jason looked up in awe as he saw his own sister gasp with her tongue out and eyes rolled back as she scratched her butthole.
He'd notice a tiny piece of cloth being wedged inside her cleavage, her trusty sweat rag, a tiny piece of ragged and torn cloth, barely bigger than Jason, which she brought with her everywhere. He'd also notice she wasn't wearing a bra, as her hardened nipples poked and stretched against the fabric.
She'd grab her phone as she scrolled through it. "Fine, you fatass. I'll check it myself." Vanessa scoffed at her sister while she scrolled through her phone.
"Oh... My turn to take Jason with me?" She said in a slight demeaning tone.
"Fine, I guess. Give him here." Vanessa would extrude her hand as it was completely caked in a mixture of her cock, ball, and buttsweat. Thick, sludgy strings of sweat slowly draining down between her fingers as a considerable puddle had formed in her palm.
Still heavily focused on the calendar, Rebecca would just toss Jason behind her without even turning around. Causing Jason to belly flop onto Vanessa's palm, splashing himself with a thick coating of her fluids before he'd bounce off and fly towards her open cleavage, the excessive waves of sweat rolling down her meaty breasts like waterfalls as he'd find himself descending face first into her cleavage.
Vanessa only felt the impact on her palm, and never realized Jason had bounced into her cleavage. As she'd squeeze her fist, she'd mistake the sweaty sludge on her palm for Jason.
Meanwhile Jason's head had gotten wedged inside her tightly squeezed cleavage as he could feel waves upon waves pf sweat rolling past his body and disappearing deeper into her suit.
Suddenly, Jason's worst fears came true, as the immense heat from his sister's body, doubled with the sweat would cause his slimey body to slowly melt, the lubrication causing him to slither further into her cleavage. He could just pray to whatever deity he knew of that he wouldn't get absorbed into the sweat rag which shared his current prison.
But what was Vanessa's job for today?
Fitness Center.
Vanessa worked at the local fitness center downtown. Being a highly respected member of the facility, she often got requests to hold various events.
Babysitter
One of Vanessa's usual weekend jobs were to babysit neighbourhood kids down the street. Tonight their parents were going away for multiple days while the girls were having a sleepover with their friends.
Cum Cream Co.
Vanessa is a supervisor at a company who exclusively employs futas. As they mass milk their hung cocks for cum which they deliver to their suppliers. Using it for various unspeakable (and sometimes unknown) means.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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