By the time you finished analyzing the room, the door behind you slowly swung open, and the towering form of your first-ever unaffected client strolled into the room. You fought down a gulp, turned on your best smile, and prepared yourself.
The client was a middle-aged Latina woman with a figure that could only be described as 'thicc'. Her wide hips swayed with confidence and the kind of weight that suggested she'd never missed a meal in her life, and her voluptuous backside looked like it could crush a watermelon under a decent sitting. The woman had a glow about her, her skin a deep, rich brown that suggested she had a bit of indigenous blood, and she had the kind of hourglass figure that could make a statue feel inadequate. Her hair was done up in a high, sleek ponytail that made her look both professional and somehow even more imposing.
But it was the way she walked in that had you most on edge. She stomped into the room, and with every step, the floorboards beneath her tremored. Her stride was one of a giantess who'd never had to think twice about where she stepped. You could see the outline of her feet through the carpet, and the sound of her sneakers hitting the floor was like distant thunder.
When she reached you, she looked down, smiling. "So, you're my little...therapist for today?" Her eyes scanned over you, and she took a moment to appreciate the view before plopping herself down into the chair. Her thighs were like two boulders, and the chair groaned in protest beneath her weight. The cushioning beneath her ass had to be at least a foot thick, but it still squished down under her weight, and the chair legs wobbled precariously.
"I'm...yes, I'm Allegra." You swallowed hard. "What can I do for you?"
"The name's Esmeralda, sweetie," she said, her smile somehow warm and condescending at the same time. "But you can call me Esme."
You nodded politely, trying to keep your smile from faltering. "Nice to meet you, Esme. What brings you to Small Stature, Big Heart?"
Esme leaned back in her chair, the fabric stretching and groaning around her. She took a deep breath before speaking. "Well, sweetie, it's like this. I've got a bit of a...how do I say this? A backside situation."
You nodded, keeping your smile in place despite the dread swelling in your chest. "A...backside situation?"
"Mmhmm," Esme said, nodding gravely. "I've got this...problem. You know how it is, right, Allegra?"
You felt your smile slip a little, but you nodded and stepped closer, hoping to encourage her to open up. "I'm here to help, Esme. You can tell me anything, and I promise I won't judge."
Esme took another deep breath, and then she let it all out. "Okay, Allegra. I'm gonna be real with you. I...I fart. A lot."
You felt your eyebrows rise slightly in surprise, but you managed to keep your professional demeanor intact. "Farting is a completely natural bodily function, Esme. There's nothing to be embarrassed about."
Esme chuckled, her whole body jiggling. "It's not just the farting, sweetie. It's...how do I put this? The...consequences of my farting." Her cheeks reddened a bit, and she leaned in closer, whispering now. "They're...powerful. And they smell. Like, really smell."
You nodded sympathetically, trying to ignore the sudden tightening in your throat at the thought of what was to come. "Well, I've had some experience with...ah, digestive issues before. Let's start with a gentle massage and see if we can't get things...moving along more smoothly for you."
With surprising grace for someone her size, Esme hoisted herself off the chair and onto the large therapy table. The springs groaned under her weight, and you watched as the fabric of her yoga pants stretched tight across her ample bottom. She settled in, laying on her stomach, and patted the soft mound of flesh with a gentle thump. "Alright, little missy. Get on up here and do your thing."
You hesitantly climbed onto the table, your heart racing as you approached the towering mountain of her backside. The scent of her was...potent, a mix of sweat and something else you couldn't quite place. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what was to come, and then she reached back and picked you up in her hand. Her grip was firm but gentle, and she placed you onto her left butt cheek with surprising precision. The warmth and pressure from her skin was overwhelming, and you could feel her body heat radiating around you.
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