Chapter #3Rebecca. by: Vaji   She would swirl around, giggling furiously. "Yay, widdle Jay-Jay is joining his favorite sister today." She'd squeal a childish tone, before raising her one eyebrow as she'd smirk, "Hope you're ready for the bestest day ever!". Jason cringed and shuddered, fearing what today had in store for him.
With that, Rebecca started walking towards the livingroom to retrieve the sweatpants she tossed there last night. She'd place Jason on the table infront of the TV as she'd attempt to attempt to pull them on, noticing slight resistance as the waistband reached her pudgy thighs. "Just hold on for a lil bit, this is the tricky part." She'd bite her lower lip as her grip tightened around her pants, her bulbous hips tearing and straining the fabric as her spherical globes struggled to fit inside, stretching the fabric to it's very limit, as the central seam toed right up into the endless cavern of her buttcrack.
"Gee wiz, my ass is getting problematic." She'd frown as she'd clamp her hands against her bubbly cheeks and squeeze, shaking them lightly which would cause her meaty cheeks to violently wobble, the endless waves of fat rippling along her buttcheeks as her cavernous crack gaped severely, exposing a noticeable brown streak from her unwashed asshole before her cheeks would smash back together.
"Alrighty, widdle Jay. We'd better get a move on or we'll be late." She'd chipper as her hand soared down to grab him once again. "I even sewed on a little back pocket so I can carry you around easier. Aren't I just the best?" She'd let out a wink. "Well then, ready?" But Jason didn't have time to protest before he'd be tossed in the air, soaring a fair distance above his sister's head as he'd look down. Rebecca would run her hand back towards her pants, reaching her finger into her back pocket as she'd tug it outwards and bend over, failing to notice that she's pulling her pants down in the process as her sweaty cheeks started to bulge out from the waistband, almost as a flood gate opening. Jason's eyes widened as he noticed the abysmal crevice between her cheeks portruding from the waistband of her pants. He barely managed to drop past her head before the abominable stench of her bowels struck him like a freight train.
Coughing and wheezing from the onslaught his nostils had to endure. He soared past her curvacious backside as he realized he was heading straight for the unspeakable crevice of decay.
He would scream out in horror, hoping his older sister would notice his screams, as the ever bulging crack would grow closer by the second. As Rebecca squatted down some more, attempting to aim Jason towards her pocket, her cheeks would spread out even further as her rotten buttcrack gaped wide, as if granting Jason entry with excitement. None of her movement mattered as her filthy crack was still located beneath him.
The wretched stench of his sister's morning routine smacked against his face with full force, the green fumes that emerged from her behind would coil around his body and forcefully slither into his nostrils, causing Jason to cough and gag, vomiting onto Rebecca's lower back as he'd plummet into the depths.
Luckily, he managed to cling onto the back of her undies during his descent, his rubbery arm extending a few inches due to the impact. He'd quickly latch onto it with his other arm, holding on for dear life as he looked around himself. Her cheeks were worlds apart, no matter how many times Jason found himself in this specific predicament, he was always amazed by the sheer size of her behind. Looking over his shoulder, the immense depth of her crack would block out all light from entering, squinting, he'd notice the outline of her bulgy, twitching butthole looming in the depths.
Rebecca would feel a slight tug as Jason had latched onto her underwear, confirming that she actually caught him. "Hah, she shoots and she scores!" she giggled with glee as she'd stand up straight and bounce in amazement. Jason braced for impact as her gelatinous cheeks came collapsing all around him, pummeling his tiny, insignificant body against the buttfloss Rebecca called the back of her underwear. Jason didn't scream anymore, as his mouth was firmly pressed against the moist, slimey string of his sisters underwear, fearing what horrors he'd be inhaling.
Rebecca would give her buttcheek a firm spank as she giggled. "Don't worry Jason, these pants are suprisingly air-tight, nothing will reach you in that pocket. It's basicly a win-win for us both." The wobbly mass of unstable buttmeat would shake Jason's world around, releasing him from her thong only to come smashing back against him.
"Anyway, enough playing around, we're late for work." Jason's eyes widened as he realized what was comming. Rebecca only had to take a single step as her flabby buttcheeks started jiggling furiously beneath her pants, the sound of threads tearing was all too audible as Jason felt his body giving away. Jason would squeal and cry, unwillingly getting her buttfloss stuck in his mouth as he was forced to taste his sister's waste. As it squeezed him deeper into her blubbery asscrack, he'd soon feel an immense heat surging against his back.
He couldn't take it anymore, his vision was getting blurry. The taste of ass and sweat in his mouth, the incredible pain and and nausea from her ever jiggling buttmeat. It was too much, as it all faded to black.
He'd awaken by the sound of the engine dying with a loud rumble, followed by a car door slamming shut.
"Here we are little bro. I know you'll like it here."
Taco Bell.
Rebecca was working at the local Taco Bell. Which was always filled to the brim with busy customers. Most of who were there just as an excuse to release their bowels.
Wrestler
Rebecca sees it more as a hobby than her job. But nontheless, she was a wrestler. And a fairly famous one at that, Becca "Booty Beast" Anderson, is what her alter-ego is called. Working within the stadium down-town, when she's not fighting a tournament, she's usually busy sparring with her co-workers.
Exotic Dancer.
In the backalleys of downtown. An obscure door to a basement would lead into Rebecca's work, where she was working as a stripper. This place was notorious due to it's lack of hygeine. (in a town like this, can you imagine?) The management of this place actively scouts for the most vile women and futanaris on the island. As they wanted a specific niche to it.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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