The lion asked you this with his head slightly turned to you, a lusty grin on his muzzle. You didn’t want to go anywhere near that big, stinky bubble butt of his. You had to think up an excuse quick! Unfortunately, you don’t think quick enough. Not letting you answer, the chunky lion man leans back on to you his huge shadow swallows you up. He cheerily yells, “Timbre!” You only have enough time to look up and gawk at the huge butt coming right down onto you. SPLAT! His booty slams down onto you and you completely disappear beneath the lion’s cheeks.
You struggle and squirm between the smelly, sweaty, furry cheeks but it’s no use. The lion moans lustfully as he feels you wiggle in his butt crack, “Oh yeah, right there. That’s the spot.” Despite not enjoying your stay in his ass, you were doing quite a good job at pleasing the chunky lion man, and scratching his itch. Then you heard an ominous rumble from up above. You stop your squirming to stare up at the thong-clad ass in horror. The lion man chuckled, rubbing his grumbling, fat gut, “Oh-ho-ho, sorry kiddo, Papa Leo had a few spicy bean burritos for lunch. Hope ya’ don’t mind!”
You definitely did mind. Unfortunately you were trapped under twelve tons of lion butt-flesh, two globe-like cheeks each the size of your living room couch trapped you, and apparently lion booty cheeks are good for noise cancellation because your screams and cries are nearly inaudible to the lion. He lets the first one rip, it lasts twenty seconds and the fart is hot on your skin and tastes beefy. You cough and gag as the fart enters your mouth. The lion man sighs I relief, with another gas blast at the ready. He keeps blasting you with his gas, his thong helps shield you, but only a little bit. Eventually the fat lion man strains but can’t seem to let out a fart, “Huuughgh, Grrruuuuugh.” The lion man chuckles and pats his chubby belly, “Well, looks like I’m running on E, kid.”
At long last the lion man lifts himself off of you. You groan in pain as you start to peel yourself off the hotel room’s floor. Once you get back up on your feet you notice the lion man leering down at you, “Say kid, since your parents are out, how about I stay with you until they get back. Shouldn’t leave you unsupervised.” You try to convince him otherwise, but as soon as you open your mouth he places a furry, clawed digit over your lips, “Hey, listen don’t sweat it. This was my last stop before my shift ends.” He gives you a toothy grin and winks at you, “I’m always up to help struggling parents who can’t afford a babysitter.” He firmly shuts the hotel room door and leers down at you, what does he do now?
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