Reading this is like the opposite of viagra.“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.
Maybe she bought a bidet. You can buy bidet adaptors that clip inside regular toilets.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
I was thinking more along the lines of:
These are fucking horrible and I hope people keep writing them.Tried my hand at making one of these."Okay guize, we're at tha lake!" Becky exclaimed. The Hyundai Accent strugglingly grinded to a stop at the parking place. The weight capacity of the car was not only exceeded, but almost all the weight was in the passenger side. Becky, Amberlynn, Eric, and Twinkie hopped out of the screeching frame of the poor, tortured sub-compact. Rickie was at work, and probably wouldn't want to go anyway. "Ah what a nice sunny day, we are at the lake. Don't you just love life at these moments?" Amberlynn exclaimed to her phone, vlogging as she took a sip of water.
Amberlynn dived in the toxic lake, filled to the brim with Kentucky's sewer water and geese poop. Becky vlogged this spectacular moment, showing off every moment Amber's dainty folds brushed against the waves and buoyed. "Y'all are just hatin' on our beautiful lake, there is nothing gross or toxic about it." Becky said, as Amberlynn's fart bubble escaped visibly and violently on video. Twinkie gasped for air near the shore.
After about forty minutes, Amber had enough of the lake. "Okay, time to go!" She said. Amberlynn sat in the passenger seat, wet, leaking slime and a fishy cocktail smell from her black scuba leggings. Eric, Becky, and Amberlynn were all catching the flu and began to cough up mucus ever so slightly. Finally, the trio and Twinkie made it home.
Becky and Amber walked into their bathroom. The tile crushed and crackled beneath Amberlynn. "Babe, I don't wanna take a shower yet, it's too early!" Amberlynn screeched to Becky. Becky muttered a reply and undressed in the tub to rinse off toxic lake slime. Becky, coming out semi-clean, exclaimed in shock, "Babe, you got a sunburn! You can die from that! Let me take care of it." Amber's face was red and so were her arms. Becky went to get the aloe vera to rub on her flaps. Amber was feeling intimate, she tried to kiss Becky, but ended up hawking a lugy in her face. "You wanna eat me out, buttercup?" Amber said. "Sure, babe." Becky said. Becky gulped the hawked lugy from Amberlynn and inserted it into Amber's pussy.
"OHHHHHHH!!!" Amber moaned. Becky recoiled, it smelled like spoiled tilapia down there, but she knew if she complained, Amber would yell. Amber climaxed, letting out a surge of disgusting natural wetness, plus lake toxicity. Becky took off her backwards cap and stood up. Becky pulled both of their gunts up and began brushing her clit with Amber's clit.
Amber said after about two minutes, "Babe, I'm tiyerrrd, can you go get me some water?" Becky complied, this was her meal ticket to buy 14 year old emo boy outfits for life, she would never tell Amber no. Amberlynn, red as a lobster and with sideways hanging boobs, fell asleep in her lake sex juice (after eating a whole mukbang of Domino's pizza and wings).