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Blake Bumbleby

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“Baaaaaaaby, she’s heeeeeeeere!” shrieked Amberlynn. She didn’t say it directly, but Becky already knew the implication; that she should be the one to receive their houseguest and bring in the luggage. She got up off Pillow Mountain, made her way to the door, peered out the peephole. She couldn’t see the houseguest; they were blocking out the sunlight.

Becky opened the door. “HEY GUYS HEY GUYS HEY GUYS HEY!” sang Chantelle as she lumbered into their home. The house foundation creaked and groaned under the additional weight. “Hey,” said Becky, as she dutifully carried the luggage into the bedroom. Chantelle already smelled of alcohol, and one of her bags clanked, suggesting there were bottles inside.

The two of them lumbered into the bedroom to greet Amberlynn. Amberlynn had a coy smile on her face. Becky had had threesomes before with her ex-girlfriends, but this was to be Amberlynn’s first time. The tension in the air was palpable.

“Hey hey hey hey!” said Chantelle. “I brought orange chicken! Teehee!!” Becky and Chantelle both made their way to the bed and sat down. The mattress seam split and spilled some foam batting onto the floor. “Look what else I brought!” said Chantelle, as she reached into her bag. She pulled out a bottle of almond coffee flavoured liqueur, the alcohol with the highest sugar content available at the LCBO. She had smuggled it over the border in a skin fold. “Y’ALL.” said Amberlynn, by way of approval. The three of them sat down and began their feast. Amberlynn squirmed and moaned. She was already getting into it. “Teehee!!!” said Chantelle. “Wow it sure is hot in here,” said Chantelle. She pulled off her sweater. From beneath her sweater, an entire Pringles can fell to the floor. The lid was missing, and the can no longer contained anything but a thin layer of grease.

“Y’all, I’m hawt in here toooo” crooned Amberlynn, peeling off her backwards blouse. An insect hit the floor and skittered away. A faint musty smell filled the air. “Baaaaaaaby, you know what would be fun?” asked Amberlynn, looking at Becky. “Let’s play Truth or Daaaaaare.”

Becky knew it wasn’t really a suggestion or a question. Whatever Amberlynn wanted, she got, and if it was a round of Truth or Dare, Becky had to participate. “Sure Babe,” she said. “I dare you to kiss Chantelle.” Chantelle’s face looked shocked, and coy. She quickly kissed Amberlynn, and immediately exclaimed “Teehee!!!” Chantelle had never truly done anything like this before. “It’s my turn!” she said. “I dare Becky to undress us!”

This was a clever ploy. By getting Becky to undress the two of them, both Chantelle and Amberlynn didn’t have to admit that they could no longer undress themselves unassisted.

Becky rolled Amberlynn onto her side with the assistance of a bariatric-grade medical Slider sheet, and a crowbar. She pulled her skirt off. Under Amberlynn’s skirt, she was already as naked as a baby bird. They don’t make panties in XXXXXXXXXXXXL size. Amberlynn sprawled seductively, displaying her dainty hole. It was hard to tell if she was wet, or just oozing lymphedema again. Becky worked at Amberlynn’s bra. Quickly discovered it had fused to her skin since the last time she had removed it 5 years ago. So she had to proceed without removing the bra.

She made her way over to Chantelle, pulled off her skirt and panties. A long trail of toilet paper dangled between her legs. Becky didn’t want to embarrass her, so she tried to pick it away subtly. She flicked it onto the floor, but it accidentally landed on Twinkie, who promptly died of fume inhalation.

Becky was starting to get excited. This is where the fun starts. Amberlynn and Chantelle started making out passionately, more passionately than Amberlynn and Becky had ever made out. Becky positioned herself roughly between them, fondling every curve she could grope. She couldn’t tell if she was caressing the nipples on breasts, or the protruding moles on rolls of excess flesh, but it didn’t matter. She was in her element.

Suddenly, Chantelle pulled back, her face a shade of green. “I think I drank too much” she started to say, but she had scarcely finished her sentence when she learned over and retched copious vomit onto Pillow Mountain. She arched her back, spraying awful fluids out of both ends. The stream of shit splattered the floor, the wall, the corpse of Twinkie. Amberlynn screeched, horrified.

Becky already knew this drill. She had to put up with this every single time they went swimming in the cesspool that doubled as the local swimming hole. The only difference is that it wasn’t Amberlynn who was afflicted this time. Becky got up and somberly made her way to the bathroom to grab the bucket and the sponge-on-a-stick. She would have to have her threesome after Chantelle sobered up some.

Meanwhile, the bedroom door opened. Bibi stood there, looking in. His face remained expressionless but his skin colour momentarily drained to an ashy grey. Wordlessly, he turned and left.
this is truly cursed content.
 

Francis Dollarhyde

And the woman, clothed in the sun.
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“Baaaaaaaby, she’s heeeeeeeere!” shrieked Amberlynn. She didn’t say it directly, but Becky already knew the implication; that she should be the one to receive their houseguest and bring in the luggage. She got up off Pillow Mountain, made her way to the door, peered out the peephole. She couldn’t see the houseguest; they were blocking out the sunlight.

Becky opened the door. “HEY GUYS HEY GUYS HEY GUYS HEY!” sang Chantelle as she lumbered into their home. The house foundation creaked and groaned under the additional weight. “Hey,” said Becky, as she dutifully carried the luggage into the bedroom. Chantelle already smelled of alcohol, and one of her bags clanked, suggesting there were bottles inside.

The two of them lumbered into the bedroom to greet Amberlynn. Amberlynn had a coy smile on her face. Becky had had threesomes before with her ex-girlfriends, but this was to be Amberlynn’s first time. The tension in the air was palpable.

“Hey hey hey hey!” said Chantelle. “I brought orange chicken! Teehee!!” Becky and Chantelle both made their way to the bed and sat down. The mattress seam split and spilled some foam batting onto the floor. “Look what else I brought!” said Chantelle, as she reached into her bag. She pulled out a bottle of almond coffee flavoured liqueur, the alcohol with the highest sugar content available at the LCBO. She had smuggled it over the border in a skin fold. “Y’ALL.” said Amberlynn, by way of approval. The three of them sat down and began their feast. Amberlynn squirmed and moaned. She was already getting into it. “Teehee!!!” said Chantelle. “Wow it sure is hot in here,” said Chantelle. She pulled off her sweater. From beneath her sweater, an entire Pringles can fell to the floor. The lid was missing, and the can no longer contained anything but a thin layer of grease.

“Y’all, I’m hawt in here toooo” crooned Amberlynn, peeling off her backwards blouse. An insect hit the floor and skittered away. A faint musty smell filled the air. “Baaaaaaaby, you know what would be fun?” asked Amberlynn, looking at Becky. “Let’s play Truth or Daaaaaare.”

Becky knew it wasn’t really a suggestion or a question. Whatever Amberlynn wanted, she got, and if it was a round of Truth or Dare, Becky had to participate. “Sure Babe,” she said. “I dare you to kiss Chantelle.” Chantelle’s face looked shocked, and coy. She quickly kissed Amberlynn, and immediately exclaimed “Teehee!!!” Chantelle had never truly done anything like this before. “It’s my turn!” she said. “I dare Becky to undress us!”

This was a clever ploy. By getting Becky to undress the two of them, both Chantelle and Amberlynn didn’t have to admit that they could no longer undress themselves unassisted.

Becky rolled Amberlynn onto her side with the assistance of a bariatric-grade medical Slider sheet, and a crowbar. She pulled her skirt off. Under Amberlynn’s skirt, she was already as naked as a baby bird. They don’t make panties in XXXXXXXXXXXXL size. Amberlynn sprawled seductively, displaying her dainty hole. It was hard to tell if she was wet, or just oozing lymphedema again. Becky worked at Amberlynn’s bra. Quickly discovered it had fused to her skin since the last time she had removed it 5 years ago. So she had to proceed without removing the bra.

She made her way over to Chantelle, pulled off her skirt and panties. A long trail of toilet paper dangled between her legs. Becky didn’t want to embarrass her, so she tried to pick it away subtly. She flicked it onto the floor, but it accidentally landed on Twinkie, who promptly died of fume inhalation.

Becky was starting to get excited. This is where the fun starts. Amberlynn and Chantelle started making out passionately, more passionately than Amberlynn and Becky had ever made out. Becky positioned herself roughly between them, fondling every curve she could grope. She couldn’t tell if she was caressing the nipples on breasts, or the protruding moles on rolls of excess flesh, but it didn’t matter. She was in her element.

Suddenly, Chantelle pulled back, her face a shade of green. “I think I drank too much” she started to say, but she had scarcely finished her sentence when she learned over and retched copious vomit onto Pillow Mountain. She arched her back, spraying awful fluids out of both ends. The stream of shit splattered the floor, the wall, the corpse of Twinkie. Amberlynn screeched, horrified.

Becky already knew this drill. She had to put up with this every single time they went swimming in the cesspool that doubled as the local swimming hole. The only difference is that it wasn’t Amberlynn who was afflicted this time. Becky got up and somberly made her way to the bathroom to grab the bucket and the sponge-on-a-stick. She would have to have her threesome after Chantelle sobered up some.

Meanwhile, the bedroom door opened. Bibi stood there, looking in. His face remained expressionless but his skin colour momentarily drained to an ashy grey. Wordlessly, he turned and left.
I rated you optimistic. Because I cannot wait for tea this scorching hot to be spilled, but we know it will not happen. Sadly.
 

Hecate14

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“Baaaaaaaby, she’s heeeeeeeere!” shrieked Amberlynn. She didn’t say it directly, but Becky already knew the implication; that she should be the one to receive their houseguest and bring in the luggage. She got up off Pillow Mountain, made her way to the door, peered out the peephole. She couldn’t see the houseguest; they were blocking out the sunlight.

Becky opened the door. “HEY GUYS HEY GUYS HEY GUYS HEY!” sang Chantelle as she lumbered into their home. The house foundation creaked and groaned under the additional weight. “Hey,” said Becky, as she dutifully carried the luggage into the bedroom. Chantelle already smelled of alcohol, and one of her bags clanked, suggesting there were bottles inside.

The two of them lumbered into the bedroom to greet Amberlynn. Amberlynn had a coy smile on her face. Becky had had threesomes before with her ex-girlfriends, but this was to be Amberlynn’s first time. The tension in the air was palpable.

“Hey hey hey hey!” said Chantelle. “I brought orange chicken! Teehee!!” Becky and Chantelle both made their way to the bed and sat down. The mattress seam split and spilled some foam batting onto the floor. “Look what else I brought!” said Chantelle, as she reached into her bag. She pulled out a bottle of almond coffee flavoured liqueur, the alcohol with the highest sugar content available at the LCBO. She had smuggled it over the border in a skin fold. “Y’ALL.” said Amberlynn, by way of approval. The three of them sat down and began their feast. Amberlynn squirmed and moaned. She was already getting into it. “Teehee!!!” said Chantelle. “Wow it sure is hot in here,” said Chantelle. She pulled off her sweater. From beneath her sweater, an entire Pringles can fell to the floor. The lid was missing, and the can no longer contained anything but a thin layer of grease.

“Y’all, I’m hawt in here toooo” crooned Amberlynn, peeling off her backwards blouse. An insect hit the floor and skittered away. A faint musty smell filled the air. “Baaaaaaaby, you know what would be fun?” asked Amberlynn, looking at Becky. “Let’s play Truth or Daaaaaare.”

Becky knew it wasn’t really a suggestion or a question. Whatever Amberlynn wanted, she got, and if it was a round of Truth or Dare, Becky had to participate. “Sure Babe,” she said. “I dare you to kiss Chantelle.” Chantelle’s face looked shocked, and coy. She quickly kissed Amberlynn, and immediately exclaimed “Teehee!!!” Chantelle had never truly done anything like this before. “It’s my turn!” she said. “I dare Becky to undress us!”

This was a clever ploy. By getting Becky to undress the two of them, both Chantelle and Amberlynn didn’t have to admit that they could no longer undress themselves unassisted.

Becky rolled Amberlynn onto her side with the assistance of a bariatric-grade medical Slider sheet, and a crowbar. She pulled her skirt off. Under Amberlynn’s skirt, she was already as naked as a baby bird. They don’t make panties in XXXXXXXXXXXXL size. Amberlynn sprawled seductively, displaying her dainty hole. It was hard to tell if she was wet, or just oozing lymphedema again. Becky worked at Amberlynn’s bra. Quickly discovered it had fused to her skin since the last time she had removed it 5 years ago. So she had to proceed without removing the bra.

She made her way over to Chantelle, pulled off her skirt and panties. A long trail of toilet paper dangled between her legs. Becky didn’t want to embarrass her, so she tried to pick it away subtly. She flicked it onto the floor, but it accidentally landed on Twinkie, who promptly died of fume inhalation.

Becky was starting to get excited. This is where the fun starts. Amberlynn and Chantelle started making out passionately, more passionately than Amberlynn and Becky had ever made out. Becky positioned herself roughly between them, fondling every curve she could grope. She couldn’t tell if she was caressing the nipples on breasts, or the protruding moles on rolls of excess flesh, but it didn’t matter. She was in her element.

Suddenly, Chantelle pulled back, her face a shade of green. “I think I drank too much” she started to say, but she had scarcely finished her sentence when she learned over and retched copious vomit onto Pillow Mountain. She arched her back, spraying awful fluids out of both ends. The stream of shit splattered the floor, the wall, the corpse of Twinkie. Amberlynn screeched, horrified.

Becky already knew this drill. She had to put up with this every single time they went swimming in the cesspool that doubled as the local swimming hole. The only difference is that it wasn’t Amberlynn who was afflicted this time. Becky got up and somberly made her way to the bathroom to grab the bucket and the sponge-on-a-stick. She would have to have her threesome after Chantelle sobered up some.

Meanwhile, the bedroom door opened. Bibi stood there, looking in. His face remained expressionless but his skin colour momentarily drained to an ashy grey. Wordlessly, he turned and left.
Why don't we all just go outside for a while.
 

Mr Foster

Dosh, grab it while you can lads!
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“Baaaaaaaby, she’s heeeeeeeere!” shrieked Amberlynn. She didn’t say it directly, but Becky already knew the implication; that she should be the one to receive their houseguest and bring in the luggage. She got up off Pillow Mountain, made her way to the door, peered out the peephole. She couldn’t see the houseguest; they were blocking out the sunlight.

Becky opened the door. “HEY GUYS HEY GUYS HEY GUYS HEY!” sang Chantelle as she lumbered into their home. The house foundation creaked and groaned under the additional weight. “Hey,” said Becky, as she dutifully carried the luggage into the bedroom. Chantelle already smelled of alcohol, and one of her bags clanked, suggesting there were bottles inside.

The two of them lumbered into the bedroom to greet Amberlynn. Amberlynn had a coy smile on her face. Becky had had threesomes before with her ex-girlfriends, but this was to be Amberlynn’s first time. The tension in the air was palpable.

“Hey hey hey hey!” said Chantelle. “I brought orange chicken! Teehee!!” Becky and Chantelle both made their way to the bed and sat down. The mattress seam split and spilled some foam batting onto the floor. “Look what else I brought!” said Chantelle, as she reached into her bag. She pulled out a bottle of almond coffee flavoured liqueur, the alcohol with the highest sugar content available at the LCBO. She had smuggled it over the border in a skin fold. “Y’ALL.” said Amberlynn, by way of approval. The three of them sat down and began their feast. Amberlynn squirmed and moaned. She was already getting into it. “Teehee!!!” said Chantelle. “Wow it sure is hot in here,” said Chantelle. She pulled off her sweater. From beneath her sweater, an entire Pringles can fell to the floor. The lid was missing, and the can no longer contained anything but a thin layer of grease.

“Y’all, I’m hawt in here toooo” crooned Amberlynn, peeling off her backwards blouse. An insect hit the floor and skittered away. A faint musty smell filled the air. “Baaaaaaaby, you know what would be fun?” asked Amberlynn, looking at Becky. “Let’s play Truth or Daaaaaare.”

Becky knew it wasn’t really a suggestion or a question. Whatever Amberlynn wanted, she got, and if it was a round of Truth or Dare, Becky had to participate. “Sure Babe,” she said. “I dare you to kiss Chantelle.” Chantelle’s face looked shocked, and coy. She quickly kissed Amberlynn, and immediately exclaimed “Teehee!!!” Chantelle had never truly done anything like this before. “It’s my turn!” she said. “I dare Becky to undress us!”

This was a clever ploy. By getting Becky to undress the two of them, both Chantelle and Amberlynn didn’t have to admit that they could no longer undress themselves unassisted.

Becky rolled Amberlynn onto her side with the assistance of a bariatric-grade medical Slider sheet, and a crowbar. She pulled her skirt off. Under Amberlynn’s skirt, she was already as naked as a baby bird. They don’t make panties in XXXXXXXXXXXXL size. Amberlynn sprawled seductively, displaying her dainty hole. It was hard to tell if she was wet, or just oozing lymphedema again. Becky worked at Amberlynn’s bra. Quickly discovered it had fused to her skin since the last time she had removed it 5 years ago. So she had to proceed without removing the bra.

She made her way over to Chantelle, pulled off her skirt and panties. A long trail of toilet paper dangled between her legs. Becky didn’t want to embarrass her, so she tried to pick it away subtly. She flicked it onto the floor, but it accidentally landed on Twinkie, who promptly died of fume inhalation.

Becky was starting to get excited. This is where the fun starts. Amberlynn and Chantelle started making out passionately, more passionately than Amberlynn and Becky had ever made out. Becky positioned herself roughly between them, fondling every curve she could grope. She couldn’t tell if she was caressing the nipples on breasts, or the protruding moles on rolls of excess flesh, but it didn’t matter. She was in her element.

Suddenly, Chantelle pulled back, her face a shade of green. “I think I drank too much” she started to say, but she had scarcely finished her sentence when she learned over and retched copious vomit onto Pillow Mountain. She arched her back, spraying awful fluids out of both ends. The stream of shit splattered the floor, the wall, the corpse of Twinkie. Amberlynn screeched, horrified.

Becky already knew this drill. She had to put up with this every single time they went swimming in the cesspool that doubled as the local swimming hole. The only difference is that it wasn’t Amberlynn who was afflicted this time. Becky got up and somberly made her way to the bathroom to grab the bucket and the sponge-on-a-stick. She would have to have her threesome after Chantelle sobered up some.

Meanwhile, the bedroom door opened. Bibi stood there, looking in. His face remained expressionless but his skin colour momentarily drained to an ashy grey. Wordlessly, he turned and left.
Reading this is like the opposite of viagra.
 

wokest bae

my kidney is pounding
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so as i was backreading this thread i started wondering how on earth poop travels through amber's massive shelf ass. after awhile, wouldn't it just get stuck there? i mean like even if she kept pushing it doesn't really matter if the poop has already separated from the butthole. and she can't reach her ass so it isn't like she can just keep the individual shelves spread open for it to have a straight shoot.

fatty experts please disprove me so i can eradicate this image from my mind
 

Munchma Quchi

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so as i was backreading this thread i started wondering how on earth poop travels through amber's massive shelf ass. after awhile, wouldn't it just get stuck there? i mean like even if she kept pushing it doesn't really matter if the poop has already separated from the butthole. and she can't reach her ass so it isn't like she can just keep the individual shelves spread open for it to have a straight shoot.

fatty experts please disprove me so i can eradicate this image from my mind
Maybe she bought a bidet. You can buy bidet adaptors that clip inside regular toilets.

I'm impressed a toilet can hold 600 lb though. I'm waiting for the day she bathroom blogs and someone catches a glimpse of a shiny new double-wide stainless steel toilet.
 
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