Every month it's the same. Try to build up a community, struggle endlessly to find food an supplies, and then migrate to a new house before the big people grow suspicious of your existance. It wasn't an easy life, but it's life none the less.
Today was the beginning of another cycle, you and your people had finally found a new house to inhabit. And you knew nothing about the big person who owned it. But either way, it was time to see whatever supplies you could scrape together.
Joined by your usual crew of 5 men in their mid 20s.
It was still early in the morning when your group decided to venture into the unknown. Hoping that whoever owned this place was still sound asleep. At the first glance, you had hit the jackpot. As the floor was covered with leftover meals, clothings and other things which you could salvage.
Your entire group cheered and thanked whatever deity they knew of as they scattered towards multiple directions.
You however, decided to scale the couch in the center of the room for a better vantage point. As you darted toward it, your tribesmen had already found their hands full of supplies and were returning back to deposit it at their village.
As you started to scale the couch, a distinct smell invaded your nostrils. Growing stronger and stronger as you inched closer toward the seats, your stomach turning as you coughed loudly.
"Holy shit, this smells like ass!" You exclaimed as you finally reached the top, poking your head above the edge as you saw the very overused couch cushions.
The stench was stronger than ever, vile and disgusting. But you swallowed your pride, and some dinner from last night as you stood ontop of the cushion. Looking onto the floor beneath you as you clasped your thumb and index finger against your nostrils.
"God damnit. This stench can't be human. Did someone have a group of cows for some Taco Bell last night?"
Your stomach growled as you continued to force your dinner from exiting your throat. Coughing wildly as you were forced onto your hands and knees.
Your ears twitched and your eyes widened as you heard loud clomping and stomping run down the hallway and into the kitchen.
"Hot dang, Janice. What were in those tacos last night? My ass is still sore from all the farts." The big lady would giggle. And just at that moment your eyes darted down towards a pair of underwear on the floor which your fellow tribesmen were heaving towards their settlement. Although neither of them had even noticed the thick, sloppy soup of a shitstain on it's backside.
Then, she entered. A young woman in her early twenties. Wearing a skimpy tank-top which showed off her belly, and plenty of her lucious breasts. Accompanied by a pair of pink lace panties which toed right into her cavernous asscrack, accompanied by a loosely fitting pair of sweatpants, barely hugging around her wide hips as they were sliding down with each step. Showing off a portion of her tanned bubblebutt which portruded out like a shelf, exposing the perfectly rounded spheres of buttmeat.
Unwanted Leftovers
The large ladys tummy was groaning and growling furiously as she was complaining... or bragging to her friend on the phone. While she was walking towards the couch.
Farting = Friendship
The large woman was accompanied by a group of other women of the same age as they all walked in wearing pyjamas. All of them farting and giggling. While ther sizeable rears seemed to devour whatever clothing they used to cover them
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