The Accidental Mob Wife - Full ebook by TaraTf, literature
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The Accidental Mob Wife - Full ebook
My fourth MtF-themed novella is out now. 99 cents to buy or free for those with a Kindle Unlimited account.
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Rookie NYPD detective Donald O'Connor is thrust into the high-stakes world of organized crime when Catrina Del Guercio, the wife of a powerful mafia boss, agrees to testify against her husband. But her willingness comes with a twist. To protect her and gather crucial evidence, the NYPD teams up with a dubious law firm to execute an experimental bodyswap procedure.
Intended for a seasoned female officer, the procedure goes awry, leaving Donald trapped in the body of a decades-older woman. Now, living in the opulent world of Catrina Del Guercio, Donald must navigate a complex web of deception and danger from within. As he struggles to adjust to his new life and maintain his cover, the challenge intensifies: bring down the Bandoni family or risk losing everything. In a world where trust is a luxury and betrayal is common, Donald’s only hope lies in his ability to adapt
A World Made Dumberer (preview) by CrashOverrid, literature
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A World Made Dumberer (preview)
Barry saw Melanie coming and said nothing as she caught up with him. She looked angry, and he saw that Doug was with Gina, so he assumed they had yet another squabble and she was looking to distract herself. That was fine by him – so long as he was nearby, that was enough for the moment.
They splashed about in the water together for some time. Barry was in good shape despite his lack of fitness, so he made a few laps swimming out then coming back, until his arms and legs were nice and tired. Melanie’s stressful office job made her a bit doughy and weak, and so she largely puttered in the area that came to her waist, making only small trips out to get herself fully soaked.
Barry left the water; not wanting to be alone, Melanie followed him. They’d been out in the waves for some time, and as they left, both were feeling distinctly unusual. Melanie’s brain felt slow, but she just dismissed it, chalking it up to anger over her fight with Doug. Barry was feeling much the same, but after the
I just wanted to do another, the concept is so sexy.
You step into the bedroom and stop short at the sight before you. Your wife is lying on her stomach across the queen-sized bed, her massive body spilling over the sides. Her belly is huge and bulbous, the rolls of fat almost touching the floor and flowing out between her legs. Her arms and legs are so encased in blubber she couldn't possibly push them around her immense stomach even if she tried. And from the way she's sprawled there, limbs splayed in defeat, you know she's given up trying long ago.
Countless undulating waves of fat flow down her back and sides, quivering with each movement. Her hips are so wide they touch the floor from both sides, her engorged legs meeting at the ankles though her feet are lost in the excess. And then there's her magnificent ass, jutting out from the lowest rolls of back fat like a mountain. It's piled high with so much blubber her buttcrack is deep enough to fit a person. You'd know that from experience.
Her relatively small breasts are pooled under her arms and head, like yoga balls creating a valley of cleavage stained brown by the meal you've prepared. Her four thick chins wobble in unison as she slurps at the trough filled with chocolate-lard mixture, plump cheeks wobbling with the force of her eating.
You hear her starting to strain as the trough empties. You come up to her from behind, instantly cumming between the warm folds of her fat as you make contact. She hungrily licks her lips for any stray splashes of the slop as you wheel the trough further away. You gently hoist her wobbling breasts up to her face so she can clean herself, which she does without batting an eye, lost in the haze of her feeding.
After you deem her sufficiently cleaned, you stroke her soft red hair and plant a tender kiss on her remarkably yielding fat cheek. She grumbles something angrily, her voice muffled by her excess. You interpret it as a demand for more - she's always hungry, the girl you love. You boop her nose playfully and head downstairs to begin preparing the next slop.
You know most people would find it disturbing, the way you worship and cater to your wife's every need and desire, no matter how perverse. They don't understand that she's the only one who accepts and loves you, in all your weirdness. You've always been different, and she's the one who revels in your abnormalities.
You mix up a fresh batch of lard, chocolate syrup, and condensed milk, stirring until it cools into a thick gelatinous consistency perfect for scooping up by hand or mouth. You know she'll probably just shove her face into it, allowing the sweet mixture to dribble down her chins and pool in her many folds of skin. The sight never fails to give you an erection.
You wheel the trough upstairs, already hard in anticipation. Her eyes light up when she spots your offerings, a needy whine escaping her before she's slurping at the fresh trough like a woman possessed.
You kneel behind her and run your hands over her vast expanse of skin, marveling at the way it yields under your touch. You grip her engorged ass, fingers sinking in deeply as you thrust against her. She's too lost in feeding herself to pay you much mind, but she doesn't resist as you rut against her like an animal in heat.
You know this will be the bulk of your interactions from now on. Three, maybe four times a day you'll wheel in a trough for her to gorge herself on, and every time you'll take your pleasure of her. She's stopped recognizing you most days, so consumed by her hunger and need for more. Sometimes it's like fucking a warm, willing, blubbery sack of flesh rather than the woman you love.
Fractured Loyalties - Snippet #01 by InsaneCreationess, literature
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Fractured Loyalties - Snippet #01
The King strode toward the throne room, his fists so tightly clenched that his knuckles turned white and his silvery red wisps of hair strewn about under his crown. As he entered, his footsteps echoed on the marble mosaic flooring.
“Leave me,” he ordered all those who lingered in the large chamber. With fearful expressions, the remaining staff hurried away. Once alone, the King ripped the crown from his head and chucked it at the lavish red throne. The golden symbol of his authority bounced off the ground and split into several pieces before falling back to the floor. Placing a trembling hand over his tin-colored eyes, he furrowed his brow as he contemplated what to do next, his mind a whirlwind of desperation and helplessness.
“Troubled?” a feminine, breathy voice murmured from behind, sending a cold chill down his spine as if the air on his back turned frigid. Caught off guard, he spun around to find himself face to face with a mature woman of elegant stature, her long dark hair
Elizabeth's skirt did a wonderous twirl as she took in the whole of the bakery. An old church at the head of the little mainstreet had been restored and converted into a bakery of all things, a popular one at that. The tall, lithe woman was on awe of the reconstructed stained glass that caught the morning sun in such a way that the pews, now café tables, were dancing with color. Eli smiled brightly at the man behind the counter, now that she was at the head of the line. They each took a moment to drink the other in. Eli wore a black knee length skirt, highlighted with a white turtleneck and matching knee high socks. The man, whose nametag read Lucy, was taller than the six foot Elizabeth, standing at six foot six inches. Despite having a bright red apron over a black shirt Eli could see well defined muscles beneath. The apron had a logo of a devilish looking bull holding up a tray of doughnuts with the words "Sinamon" around it.
"You're new to town, ain't ya?" Lucy asked
"Yeah, how'd you know?"
"I never forget a face, and I don't know yours yet. You here to stay in this little town, or just visiting?"
"Just moved in" Eli was slightly surprised at how easy Lucy was to talk to "got a job as the account for the new mine"
"Ah, banking on that supposed new coal vein?"
"And escaping a bad break up"
At this Lucy frowned. "Well that just won't do. So, since you're new, and getting a fresh start, you can have a sampler plate on the house"
"Oh that's not.."
"Oh don't you dare think I'm doing this purely out of the kindness of my heart" Lucy laughed as he gathered several pastries onto a tray "first hits always free, then you'll be a repeat customer" he then placed a tray with half a dozen pastries onto the counter, with a coffee cup flipped upside down on a saucer. "Coffee is help yourself" he added, pointing to wide array of coffee pots and extras on a side wall.
"That's far too kind" Eli started
"Think nothing of it, when you come back tomorrow I recommend trying one of the eclairs, they'll be fresh!"
Elizabeth took her teats to a table and sat them down before going to fill her cup. What Eli didn't notice was just how engrossed everyone was in their pastries. Retuning with a strong dark that matched her shirt due to how much cream was added, she took a second to see what she was given. On the tray in front of her was an old fashioned, a cinnamon roll, a Boston cream, a pink frosted, a slice of cheesecake, and a cupcake. Each one was almost double the size of a normal, Eli was shocked at the size of it all, and even more shocked at the taste. One bite of the Boston cream filled her mouth with a dense delicious filling that had her fully enraptured. It wasn't until she was licking her fingers clean that she realized she had eaten the whole thing. Elizabeth had to have the next one.
She hoisted the old fashioned, the glaze was perfect, the cake moist, and once she started there was no stopping soon she had devoured the whole thing. The pink doughnut went down next, just as fast, just as uncontrollable. For the last three Elizabeth grabbed her fork and began carving out chunks, rotating between the three, lost in the flavor until she was disappointed by a sudden lack of sweets. In that moment she took a sip of the coffee, a wonderful rich brew perfectly sweetened by the cream.
After downing the coffee Elizabeth sat back with satisfaction, only to realize how bloated she was. Nothing outlandish, but definitely noticeable through her turtleneck. The band and belt of her skirt slightly digging into her stomach. Her face turned a deep shade of red, followed by the weirdest feeling, arousal. Something about letting herself eat like that, the feeling of the tight belt on her stomach, she was horny after having made a glutton of herself. This led to her turning redder with embarrassment, and rushing home.
He next morning was Elizabeth's first day of work at the new office. She had decided that morning to make a good first impression and pick up some doughnuts on the way. Dressed smarty in a blouse, pencil skirt, leggings, high heels and her red hair up in a tight bun, she entered with the confidence of a goddess. Being early on a Monday she had beaten the rush, seeing Lucy made Elizabeth flush. Surprised, yet still confident, she walked up to the sexy pastry chef. "Here for the eclairs I promised" he asked. Eli smiled at being remembered. "And to make a good first day impression, may I please have a dozen of the eclairs" she politely replied. Lucy responded with a smile that made Elizabeth's stomach flutter.
Lucy brought back two bright red boxes, with a much smaller red box on top. "Every Monday is buy one get one free, and anyone who gets two dozen or more gets a free bonus. My little way of making Mondays bearable!" Elizabeth was stunned by the gratitude, but as a line started to form behind her she couldn't argue his results.
Back in her car, Elizabeth's curiosity won out, she opened the gift box to find a huge eclair, full to bursting with cream, with red icing. A note inside read "experimental, red velvet spice eclair, let me know what you think" with a small heart at the end of the handwritten note. She couldn't resist, and took a bite. There was so much more than just sweetness, there was a complexity to whatever spices were in the eclair that only seemed to elevate and compliment the sweetness. Before she knew it she had devoured the pastry, leaving her wanting more.
The office was a trailer on site, not the building she had been told about. It was just her, Debra head of HR, and Todd, the safety on site. Debra was a chunky, short, southern white woman while Todd was average hight and took care of himself. They greeted her warmly, and informed her that yes, this really was the office. Their boss was in the actual office back in New York, and would basically never be out there. She quickly learned that her job was basically too compile receipts and costs, and then send them off to New York to be taken care of. Her new office workers thought that it hilarious that she brought so many pastries. Debra took a box to her desk, while Todd took one, cut it into five then put four in the fridge for later.
Elizabeth got to work. What she didn't realize was that as she was hard at work, she was slowly devouring her whole box. It's wasn't until lunch that Elizabeth realized what she'd done. Feeling her skirt tight along her stomach, while still being hungry, was very new to her. The sandwich she brought for lunch went down quick. The rest of the afternoon swapped between fully immersing herself in work, and contemplating the weirdest emotions about her bloated stomach. What kept coming to her mind, what kept surprising her, was just how God dammed horny she was about the whole thing. It was all just so taboo, enjoying being bloated, enjoying being so full.
After work Elizabeth found herself once again at "Sinamon" looking at a dinner menu with all kinds of savory pastries. "I do lunch too" Lucy joked "might be worth starting a loyalty program" as Elizabeth was debating about what to get. At Lucy's recondition, she got the sampler plate. A sausage in a roll, baked macaroni, a meat pie, a croissant sandwich, with biscuits and gravy all sat heavy on the platter. Elizabeth could feel her mouth watering as she took it back to a table. As with everything, it was amazing. Dense meat, fluffy pastry, rich gravy. While she was eating Lucy swung by her table and put a plate with a "mini" cheesecake that was still about half the size of a regular one. He winked at her, and Elizabeth went beet red.
By the time she finished, Elizabeth felt like she was going to pop. Never before had she ever eaten so much. It was all so good there was no way in hell she could have stopped. As she stood, her waistband dug tight into her bloated middle, sending shivers of arousal up her spine. She needed to get home, she needed to get off, never had she been so aroused before. Elizabeth could not understand it, couldn't comprehend it, but fuck was she horny. She drove home one handed, the other groping her tits, rubbing her bloated middle.
As soon as her garage door shut one of Elizabeth's hands dove into her pussy. She fully reclined the seat, and found herself even more aroused because she couldn't see past her stomach. It was all so new, so taboo, she was loving it. One hand rubbing her stomach as the other plunged deep into herself. All at once she came harder then she ever had before, something new and dangerous woken up inside her.
"Morning El"
"Morning Lucy, the usual please"
"But of course, I already had my most loyal customers order ready"
Sitting on the counter were two dozen eclairs, two pastrami sandwiches on home made bread, and two dozen cheese and spinach rolls. Granted half of that was for Debra, but the two red boxes on top were for her. Every day now, Lucy gave Eli two experimental pastries. She'd eat them in house with coffee and give Lucy feedback. One held a perfectly round baseball sized red cream puff filled with chocolate cream, the other a large orange and green Halloween pumpkin cookie. Both were amazing, the cream puff had a hint of red velvet that blended perfectly with the chocolate. The cookie had a pumpkin and cinnamon flavor with thick rich icing.
While Elizabeth enjoyed her treats Lucy looked her over. She had gained about a hundred pounds since moving out here. A hefty majority of that had actually ended up in Eli's chest, a pair of melons on a plump frame. She wasn't deep south fat, but she was definitely average American fat now. After giving rave reviews about the treats Lucy watched Elis fat ass jiggling as she left, pantie lines clearly visible through her too small pencil skirt.
The work site was closed off. Several vans with government agents were preventing access to the mine and the office trailer. Debra was set up at a little table, a line of miners going up to her. Debra frantically waved over Eli, and informed her that the whole operation was being shut down, everyone laid off, and that she'd technically get one more day of work, distributing checks to the workers. With how distraught Debra was Eli could tell she was getting canned as well. So, she buckled down, and the two of them spent the day processing the workers.
The mine had been some money laundering schem by some rich asshole, leaving them all unemployed and the asshole richer. Except, for the fact that Eli had been too good at her job, and the government had a prefect paper trail. She had prevented the guy in charge from getting away with it. Because of this, every union worker was getting one month of pay, and the company would pay any housing costs for any fired worker for a year. Eli wasn't union, she was technically management, and would be left high and dry.
When Eli finally got home she realized two things, she skipped lunch, and still had all the food she'd bought this morning. It was cold, but still good. She brought it all in, placing it on the coffee table before sitting down to watch TV. All at once the day hit her. The job she'd moved out for had failed her, she now had limited funds, and a hard deadline on her house. For some reason, the sadness, the anger, the frustration, all turned to hunger. Before she knew it Eli was digging into the cold leftovers. First went the sandwiches, cold, yet dense and delicious, followed by roll after roll, before she started devouring the eclairs.
With control gone, she ate at a rapid pace. Her already too tight skirt straining on her bloating middle, the buttons on her blouse straining to hold the fabric together. With a small pop the first seam on her skirt gave, followed by the whole seam quickly deteriorating causing the garment to fall away and reveal the tight orb of Eli's gut. That only encouraged her. Now she wanted to eat until her blouse buttons popped off.
The first one gave way half way through the eclairs, the second at the end of the box. The sensation of her greed tearing away at her clothes was new, arousing, and she was loving it. Two more buttons launched off at the midway point of last box of treats. Her stomach was in pain from how full she was, but there was no way in hell she could stop now. Each bite of the last six eclairs was a mixture of pain and pleasure. Each straining the last button, the one right below her tits, more and more. To her disappointment, the last eclair didn't pop the button. Eli needed more, she tried to stand up but realized she couldn't. She had eaten so much she was trapped under her own bloated middle. Fuck it was so hot.
The next problem, was that her stomach was so bloated she couldn't reach her soaking wet pussy. She pawed at her stomach, laying down, trying to shift in such a way that she could reach it, only to leave herself frustrated and horny. Desperately she started to play with her own tits, kneeing them, sucking them, anything. It was working. Slowly, steadily, she was able to build herself up to a climax from just her tits. One that left her wanting more and gave little relief. With nothing else to do, and still trapped on the couch, Eli went to bed.
"Morning" Lucy called as Elizabeth wandered in, a little later than usual in a pair of sweats and a sweatshirt that used to be very baggy. Used to. "I heard about the mine, and I have two things that might cheer you up!" The Baker said, always upbeat and cheery. Eli, still a little asleep, yawned, only to have Lucy place a single red chocolate on her tongue, which she ate with delight, feeling more awake now. "That's an caffeine treat, ment to give a little jolt. The second thing, I'd like to offer you a job. I need an accountant" Lucy gave the offer, fully serious. Eli, now much more awake, was speechless. The interview was a formality, buy the next morning Eli was in a beautiful office that used to be the priests quarters starting to go over Lucy's books.
Lucy paid well, and the work was easy. He also offered three free meals a day, would have her taste test all kinds of treats, and often sent Eli home with a couple dozen boxes of pastries he was going to throw out. Which she'd often take home, situate herself in the couch with a rabbit between her legs, and eat until she couldn't move. As Eli grew wider, she noticed how Lucy's eyes would linger on her. Clothes always too tight. Tension growing every day as the two started to flirt. Little bites about how much she much love his cooking. A joke here and there about making her a cream filled doughnut. An accidental brush on her stomach that was no accident.
Three months and sixty pounds later, the sexual tension snapped with Elizabeth's skirt. It was after a particularly heavy dinner, and half a dozen cream poofs. Eli was standing to leave as Lucy was bringing in the boxes he'd send home with her. With a loud pop her skirt practically detonated off her. They stood there a moment. Lucy put the boxes on a table, watching Eli, watching her stomach. Eli stood there, in too tight panties, turning as red as her tight stomach. Lucy took an eclair out of the box, walked over to Eli, who opened her mouth. Half of the treat was forced into her mouth, leaving her with chipmunk cheeks as she chewed. After she swallowed Eli opened her mouth again, and again, and again. Lucy started to feed her faster, Eli just stood there and took every bite. By the third box the first button popped off.
Lucy needed to see more, and Eli was more than willing. Another box, another button. Her stomach was round and tight as a beach ball, her ankles were hurting from standing so long. This only encouraged Lucy more, and more, and more. Which only got Elizabeth hornier and wetter.
The boxes ran out, but there was still one button left hanging on, the one holding her tits in place. Lucy left in a hurry. Elizabeth's mind began to wander, she was horny but too bloated to reach her pussy, curious as to why Lucy was feeding her. Did he like it to? It would make sense, he was a baker after all. Then Lucy returned with a massive pipette full of red icing. Eli opened wide, Lucy shoved the tip in and stated to squeeze. The icing was sweet, sickening sweet, and Lucy was squeezing fast. Eli had to take heavy full gulps to keep up. Lucy was watching the button, waiting, forcing more and more icing into Eli.
The whole pipette still wasn't enough. The last button held, but Elizabeth's knees gave out. She fumbled toward, Lucy caught her and eased her down. On her hands and knees Elizabeth's stomach hovered just above the floor, while her fat ass spread wide behind her. Another pipette was shoved into Elizabeth's mouth. Each gulp hurt, but neither of them could stop. About half way through the pipette the final button launched fourth, revealing Eli's bare fat tits. Lucy didn't stop. There was a new goal now. The next serving burst her underwear off. After two more, Eli's stomach met the floor.
After several heavy breaths Elizabeth started to beg to be fucked. Lucy, standing in front, slowly started to undress, revealing a well built man. As he dropped his pants his legs seemed to get longer, fuzzy, his skin shifted, horns grew from his head, until a twelve foot red satiyr stood before Eli. Yet all she noticed was his massive horse cock and the cum filled beach balls under them. She reached for him, slid her hands along the massive erect member before licking the tip. Lucy shuddered as Eli begged him to fuck her with that monster cock. He obliged.
There had already been enough foreplay, Lucy dove himself deep, having to lift Lucy so she was on her elbows and feet to properly fuck her. Her face was driven into the hardwood, her stomach shuddered, tits squished to the floor, ass jiggling. Eli wasn't quite sure how she was able to fully take that beastly cock, but she didn't care. Lucy was just so forceful, and Eli was loving it, begging him to blow his load deep into her. Lucy obliged, blowing literal gallons of cum deep into Elizabeth's pussy. Her already tight stomach bloated even further and further, as her belly button popped to an outie, for the rest of her life.
The next few days were a blur spent on her hands and knees. A near constant stream of food and fucking had her waist balloon forth, swelling with devilish life and fat. When Eli finally came down she found herself fatter, pregnant, and lactating. She simply sat in Lucy's bed, her stomach bloated in front of her, an exercise ball. Another two hundred pounds spread across her fat body. As she started to comprehend everything Lucy kissed her forehead. A thousand questions came to mind, then left at the same moment as she realized she liked herself like this. A fat heifer, pregnant, and leaking.
As Lucy rubbed Eli's stomach she realized that her belly button was pierced. A heavy chain connected her teats with nipple clamps, pulling them closer, then connected to her belly button, a choker, and a pair of garter belts. She simply sat, taking in what had happened to her, what Lucy really was, and the fact that she was pregnant. Then, Elizabeth found herself wanting more. More fat, more pregnancy, more milk, more of Lucy's dick. That desire was all Lucy needed.
Elizabeth was bent over a milking bar, her beach ball sized tits engorged with milk despite constant milking. Her stomach rested on the ground, gravid and round. She was crowning, another devil forcing it's way through her birth canal. By devilish magic she only felt pleasure as she was spread wide. Eli's oldest daughter, a very fat yet still very shapely succubus named Erogenous, shoved a whole eclair into her mouth. She pushed, Lucy was fucking Eli's huge pillowy ass. All at once Eli and Lucy climaxed as a fully grown succubus was born. The fully grown woman stood, stretched, then came around and began to suckle from her mother. Elizabeth's stomach no longer touched the ground, but there were still five more devilish pregnancies inside of her. On the side of her stomach a fifteenth mark appeared, a small red swadled baby with horns and a tail. Lucy immediately started the work of putting the sixth back into her.
Her daughters both began suckling. The newborn gaining weight right before her eyes, growing curvy and plump. The other, Erogenous, getting even fatter. One of her sons, an incubus looking much like his father, came around and took up feeding the matriarch. Thick red eclairs. Elizabeth climaxed again as Lucy blew his load into her. Then he began to feed her as well. A full footlong eclair at a time was forced deep into her mouth before she swallowed. "Gotta get your energy up for the next one" Lucy said, as another daughter shoved a pipette with a dildo end up Elizabeth's ass and began to fill her with frosting.
Eli bloated, her stomach straining the chains she wore, pulling them tight, more links would need to be added soon, but not quite yet. Lucy and Eli did both enjoy how the goddess chains strained against her body. The way the chains dug into her fat flesh only seemed to encourage Lucy. He wanted more. Two more daughters, each with another pipette dildo appeared. Within moments all three were in her ass at once. Eli wasn't sure if the frosting was magic, or it was a spell on her. Then she remembered she hadn't used the restroom in, a long time. Her mind came back to the moment as a fourth dildo was shoved in her ass at the same moment Lucy forced another eclair deep into her.
Eli loved every moment. Being fattened, fucked, and milked like a breeding heifer. Watching her first born get so fat, so greedy with her milk. Eli realized the newborn, she'd pick a name for herself later, was the forth dildo up her ass. Eli squeezed her tits together. Erogenous took both teats in her mouth and greedily drank. The succubus grew fatter and fatter before her very eyes. A huge body, easily six hundred pounds yet still only half as big as her mother. Most of Erogenous' weight went to her tits and ass, both of which already rivaling her mother's.
Not only did Elizabeth want to be bigger herself, she wanted Erogenous bigger as well. Eli simply allowed herself to be lost in the moment. Something which became even easier as someone shoved a massive vibrator with a clit bend deep into the devilish matriarch. Every hole constantly full, Eli would be fed and filled until her body could not handle anything more. Her body would always climax when pushed to it's absolute limits, which caused her tits to fountain even more heavy cream into her fat daughter.
Every week she'd birth a new devil. Every meal Lucy would feed her to bursting, every moment she was being milked. For a few hours each day a computer would be rolled in front of her, and she did her job, and trained her eldest in finance. There was after all still a bakery to run. One with a growing staff, they could capitalize on family owned and operated. Although he looked at his eldest, still suckling, and figured she wouldn't go far from home.
A Prideful Bimbo Gamer by LadyZeno4life, literature
Literature
A Prideful Bimbo Gamer
" This sucks. I might like gaming but I even want something else to do!!" Anthony said after logging off an online game he was playing. Anthony was 5'11, brown hair and eyes, a goatee and brown skin and he was absolutely bored. It has been 6 years since he had been on a date so not only was he bored, but he was lonely as well. " I wish I had a girlfriend right now. This boredom would be a lot better if I had a girlfriend."
Just then, he gets an email notification on his laptop. He never gets emails so this was a surprise to him. " I wonder who or what emailed me." Anthony says while walking over to his laptop. When he opens it and goes to his email address, he sees a strange email. " Play this game to experience a prideful, ditzy life!!! Lesbi Bimbo: The Game!!!! Is this a joke?? I guess I'll play it. Anything to keep my mind off of my dismay."
So he downloads it and clicks on the downloaded icon. As soon as he boots it up, he's blinded by the bright and colorful title screen. It has the game's title with the lesbian pride frag in the background. " That makes sense that they have the lesbian pride flag since it is called Lesbi Bimbo. Ngl, it looks nice at least." He clicks the play button and sees that it's a customize your own character type of game. " Gotta love a good customize your own character rpg game." Anthony says. The first thing he saw was a skin color option. " I like my characters to be white so I'm obviously going with that."
As soon as he picks Caucasian, his skin color starts to turn to the same color as his character. He doesn't realize this but he does notice one thing. " Oh, I almost skipped over the eye and hair section!!" He goes to the eye selection and chooses blue eyes. " I love girls with blue eyes so it makes sense I'd choose blue eyes lol!!" When he did that, he's eyes teared up a bit but after a while stopped when his eyes turned blue. Then he went to the hair options and it asked for style, length and color. " I like girls with long brown hair that's straight so I'll go with that." He does just that and, just like before, his hair stays brown but lengthens out to the middle of his back. It, just like his character, was also straight.
He then went to the leg and lower body section. The leg option asked if he wanted her to be athletic or curvy. " I do like a woman with wide hips so definitely that!!" He clicks on curvy and his hips quickly and painlessly start to grow out to the same wide hips look he loves. " Ooooo, I don't know what's happening but I suddenly feel real nice!!!" He looks down and realizes, finally, what's been happening. " O... M... Agree!!! I look absolutely amazing!!! This is absolutely awesome!!! I gotta continue!!!" He next goes to the butt section and picks the bubble butt option. " This is going to be totes amazing!!" As soon as he said that, he felt his butt start to enlarge, bigger and bigger until he had a proper bubble but. " Eeeeee!!!! Awesome!!!!" Anthony then went to the thighs section and clicked on the thick option. When he does that, his thighs follow suit. " I don't know like y I'm turning into my character but NGL, I loooovvveee how I feel!!! If I end up like this permanently, I wouldn't mind that at all."
Before going to the upper body section, he sees that there's a gender identity option. " So you're like telling me that I can be trans or cisgender. I'm gonna go for the cisgender option. That seems right to me!!" When he clicked the cis option, he looked down and saw that his pants ripped apart when his butt, thighs and hips came to life and that his penis was slowly turning into what he knew was the beginning of a vagina. " Aaaaahhh!!! This feels like totes hot!!!" Anthony moans in pure ecstasy. In no time, his penis became a fully functional vagina. " I'm absolutely horny like rn!!! This is totes amazeballs!!!" Anthony says in pure bliss.
Next, he, now she, sees the body hair section and chooses the fully waxed option. Once again, her opinion made her body hair vanish, never to be seen again. He then goes to the midsection section and chooses flat but not athletic. Her midsection follows suit and loses any fat he has but not enough to be considered athletic. " Like totes the best way to look." Anthony says. Her midsection also caves in and gives her a natural hourglass figure. Before going to the breast section, she goes back to the height section, just realizing she accidentally skipped it. " I'm like totes such a ditzy bimbo for like forgetting that lol!!"" She chooses a nice 5'6 height and immediately drops to the same height.
" This is totes going to be my favorite part and hopefully make me permanently a hot bimbo!!!" Anthony goes to the breast section and chooses a huge h-cup option. When she does that, her chest first grows big nipples and areolas. Then, without warning burst out to h-cut size, ripping her shirt in the process. She touches one of her breasts and an electric feel of ecstasy hits her and she moans.
It was over. She was truly, permanently, a white ditzy bimbo... And she loves it!!! " I like can't say this enough but I like totes love this!!! I can tell I'm like going to luv this life!!!" She then sees that there is two more sections. " A like personality section and name section. Definitely gonna have to choose what it totes would love." She first goes to the personality section and chooses the gamer girl personality opinion. When she does that, a " I luv games" crop top materializes on her boobs with a match bra, panty and short shorts. " This is Pog!!!" She then goes to the name option and types in Tiffany. " That sounds totes good to me!!" She then goes to her wallet, now a video game themed purse, and sees that her name changed to Tiffany. " This is like a start to a beautiful new life!!"
Epilogue
" Hey honey, I'm hoping on my stream!!" " Kk sweetie!! I'm all ready!!!" It's been a year since she turned into the bimbo she is now and she now had her hair dyed black with some purple mixed in with it. Not only that, but she had a loving girl friend and was a successful twitch streamer. " Hello and greetings my Lesbi fans!!! It's Lesbi Bimbo Tiffany and welcome to my stream if you haven't been here before and welcome back if you have!!! Today we'll be playing...."
The End
AI THE DRAGONESS CHAPTER 3 by SleepyheadMangaka, literature
Literature
AI THE DRAGONESS CHAPTER 3
Chapter 3
Page 1
Panel 1
(Full view of Dragon Island.)
Narration: Three years passed since Daizo Ryuujin made himself known to the world and at last his plans were coming to fruition.
Panel 2
(Outside view of the battle Dome.)
Narration: In particular, the combat dome he’d had constructed to rival even the Tokyo Dome.
Panel 3
(Interior view of the dome, showing the arena on the inside.)
Narration: A place made for true combat, enhanced with the latest in entertainment technology.
Panel 4
(Ryuujin is lying sideways on his throne up on the main balcony inside the dome. He has one leg crossed over the other, his hands rested behind his head and stares at the ceiling deep in thought.)
Narration: And yet, despite his accomplishments, in the young dragon’s mind, there was still one more key element needed for his kingdom.
Panel 5
(Close up, side view of Ryuujin’s face as he smiles.)
Narration: That’s when it struck him. As King of his island, he
Crowds of people filled the sun-baked square. Daenerys Targaryen was exhausted from the heat. She was afraid to think about what it was like down there in the square. "Glory to at least someone!" she thought. "At least they're not selling anything. The only thing I need is food poisoning."
They looked at the white-haired girl with bare breasts with eyes full of adoration. Slaves who had stained their hands with the blood of their elderly masters. Aristocrats who had lost everything in one night, however, looked with hatred. A frantic, half-mad cry:
- Mother of dragons! - stood above the crowd.
She heard in it "Curvina mother!" Daenerys Targaryen stepped onto the platform. She smiled to herself. To be afraid of human wrath? Her sun and stars were the strongest of men and was he able to protect at least his own life?
- You call me the mother of dragons and a liberator. But it was not I who saved the people of Astapor, Quahor, and Yunkai. It was not I who freed them from the need to feed
La carrera de Lyra
Primera parte. Preparación.
—¡Está bien, Lyra, puedes lograrlo! Recuerda: equilibrio, concentración, velocidad y ritmo…
La yegua unicornio verde menta respiró profundamente, preparándose mentalmente para la práctica que la esperaba. Luego se irguió sobre sus patas traseras, moviendo las delanteras en el aire mientras intentaba mantener el equilibrio.
—Mira al frente, no mires hacia abajo, la línea vertical desde la base de tu cuerno pasará por tu cuerpo hasta el suelo —murmuró Lyra mientras lanzaba los brazos hacia los lados. La yegua unicornio inclinó los hombros hacia atrás y empujó las caderas hacia delante. Su cola sobresalía recta de su trasero, lo que la ayudaba a mantener el equilibrio en esa pose poco propia de un poni.
Se tambaleó un par de veces, pero lo corrigió con rápidos movimientos de brazos y separando un poco más las pezuñas. Luego se paró sólidamente sobre sus patas traseras, con las delanteras a los costados.
—¡Muy bien! —dijo Lyra, arriesgándose
If anyone ever wants to roleplay, I have a Discord that you can friend me at. My username is nerdyfangirl. My current obsession for a roleplay is The Legend of Vox Machina, but you can also check out my other requests to see what else I like. I can't wait to meet all of you!
[Pit Babe] Baby Swap (Post Mpreg) by TinyBib, literature
Literature
[Pit Babe] Baby Swap (Post Mpreg)
Summary: Request fill for an anon on Tumblr who asked for North and Sonic babysitting Way’s baby when no one else is available, and them accidentally swapping her with another baby at the park. | North and Sonic accidentally switch Way’s baby with Kim and Kenta’s baby, and don’t notice.
Sequel to North and Sonic Lose Charlie and Babe’s Baby on Livestream but can be read by itself!
Sonic grabbed North’s arm to keep him from surging forward to snatch their niece from Way and assured their friend, “Don’t worry, P’Way! North and I will take good care of her!”
“Yeah! She’s gonna have a blast with us today.”
Way hesitated on handing over the baby, taking a step back and holding his daughter protectively. “No. No ‘blasts.’ Just keep her safe for a few hours. Pete will come get her after he picks up Martin from school.”
“Relax, Phi. Babe’s kid has always had a great time with his favorite uncles,” North told Way. It didn’t do anything to ease his worries. “He’s alive and well, you
I don't understand, Universe
The things you do
Is it always me?
Or do you have something to do with it too?
I try to understand
That love isn't transactional
It just is.
So forgive me my ignorance
Does there always have to be
So much goddamned needless pain?
And suffering
So many vain tragedies
And vagaries?
And does every day essentially have to be the same
With so much needless suffering
With so much confusion
So much doubt?
If love isn't transactional
Why do I always feel that I have to shout
Get so angry, so enraged?
Like a man that is unable
to do anything
Like a prisoner, trapped in a cage
The centerpiece in this carnival
With nothing left to say
Feel
Pray, or think
I have a suspicion
That I will never truly know you
And it's times like this
When I don't think I ever want to
My understanding of love seems to be
So diverse from yours
When I don't see any rhyme or reason
I'm reminded of the cold bars surrounding
My prison
And yet
I believe that I committed no crime
But to
The last day at work - Sophie - Ep2Ch8 by soph1337, literature
Literature
The last day at work - Sophie - Ep2Ch8
Monday morning, and I’ve already checked off the essentials: showered, sipped my tea, and now I’m lazily spinning in my office chair while my computer boots up. Alina’s already on her grind too, chatting away in her office. Meanwhile, I’m over here logging into my tools and getting ready for the day’s big mission: planning the next update.
We’re talking the whole shebang—what’s in it, how long it'll take, and who’s stuck with what tasks. But today feels so different. Why? Because for the first time, we’re all working in the same freakin’ office. Like, no more awkward Teams calls where someone's video freezes mid-eye-roll. Nope. We’re actually having a real meeting in person. You probably can’t understand what that means to us.
Oh, and shoutout to poor Lea, who apparently stayed up way too late last night organizing everything for my upcoming vacation. Yep, Alina and Lea are flying out on Sunday to meet me in L.A., and we’ll get three days together before we all fly back. Lea totally
Mabel v Pacifica: The Totally, DEFINITIVE Showdown by DeeJay-NX9999, literature
Literature
Mabel v Pacifica: The Totally, DEFINITIVE Showdown
(Contains farts, destruction, hyperness, growth and overall gross themes. You have been warned.)
Gravity Falls, Oregon
Northwest Manor
7:05 PM
It was night time in the strange, yet homely town of Gravity Falls. Strange and unusual events usually plagued the town, but today it seemed like none of that was happening. It was a calm night for a pair of females cooped up in the expansive and large mansion that was Northwest Manor. Pacifica was having a sleepover with Mabel, partially from the latter’s constant pestering. Mabel wasn’t the easiest to get along with, mostly just how annoying she could tend to be, and a trait that Pacifica was still getting used to. The two were hanging together for the first time like this, a large blanket on the floor with eaten snacks and empty milkshake glasses strewn across the floor. Pacifica laid on her stomach, dressed in, of course, purple pajamas of silk, tailored to fit her busty body, and especially her fat, dump truck ass. She looked immensely bored at the moment.
To say that the past summer was anything but interesting would be an understatement like no other. Given all the paranormal activity in this little town would have more than likely driven anyone to the brink of insanity but in Gravity Falls, nothing truly made sense around here. After dealing with monsters, gremlins and a world-destroying triangle demon; things were finally looking peaceful for all the inhabitants there. Mabel Pines in particular had gotten quite the attractive following after everything she's been through: great friends, a bunch of weirdos to call a family, a lovable pig, but the biggest thing that shocked a lot of people to this day was Pacifica Northwest doing her damn hardest to tolerate Mabel's quirky behavior. Despite the obvious fact that her new "friend" has found herself dating her nerd of a brother of all people, at times Mabel couldn't help but shake off some of that rivalry they've had in the past from dancing competitions to the grudge match in that mini golf course. But even with water under the bridge, it would appear that being thicc has become a new way to settle things between the 2 girls. And while Pacifica had her beat in the ass department (barely), Mabel did more than just keep up with the rich blonde by having boobs so big that she literally spent countless nights making new sweaters bigger than her just to feel comfortable; each of them being more creative and a bit wacky every time...
"You know Pacifica, no one could've possibly imagined how things would turn out after everything that's happened around here... and yet, somehow I'm still in disbelief at a lot of things happening right now like the 2 of us having a girl's night all to ourselves." Mabel spoke as she was laying down quite literally on her own chest, using her own breasts as a beanbag after the 2 went through so much junk food. Well, in Mabel's case this was no big deal…
Pacifica shifted her bored look to Mabel.
“Well, duh. You wouldn’t stop bugging me about it until I said yes.”
Despite the harsh truth in her words, Pacifica gave Mabel a small smile. Mabel Pines wasn’t the easiest for Pacifica to get along with at first, but she figured there were much worse people to be wasting her time with. After the almost buffet level amount of food these two had devoured, it wasn’t a shock to Pacifica or Mabel when the rich girl’s chubby, groaning belly churned up some gas. Pacifica smirked as she tilted her ass cheeks to aim in Mabel’s direction, her wobbling truck tire sized booty cheeks wobbling with the slight movement.
PPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTT!
What was a small, casual fart for the gassy girl, was a blistering wind of putrid stink, blasting Mabel with a wave of empty chip bags, soda bottles, and candy wrappers. The whole house shook, but the building thankfully held, as Pacifica’s parents had reinforced the mansion several times so it could at least handle her massive flatulence.
“Ohhhhh, I'm soooooo soooooorrrrrryyy Mabel, it just slipped.”
Pacifica said, a smirk clear on her face with that fart being intentional.
From the moment Mabel caught a whiff of what foul odor struck her nose, she knew that Pacifica wouldn't pass up an opportunity to mess with her given how she tends to make others quiver in fear when her guts rumbles like that. Most of the time they pass out from the rich girls' smallest farts so it's hard for Pacifica to be pleased with herself entirely. Luckily for her, one of the people in her home was among a rare breed of individuals that can handle such terrible fumes coming out of her... though with that in mind, it would give Pacifica Northwest the perfect chance to get serious with her gassy outbursts!
"Ohhoho, didn't think you'd start this so early. It's on now girl~"
PPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHBBBBBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!
Without wasting time, the same stench that made Mabel flinch was directed right back at Pacifica Northwest's delicate nose. And seeing as Mabel was impressed that her folks did in fact reinforce this place real good, the anticipation of something deadly was almost inevitable at this point... and if people start to notice the ground shake, they might as well wish that Bill Cipher was bringing in the day of reckoning.
"Whoops, that one slipped. Hope I didn't do much to mess up your hair or anything.." Mabel giggled with that silly smile of hers that was sure to annoy Pacifica now.
In truth, Mabel was really one of the very few that could stand Pacifica’s nuclear booty blasts. Under Pacifica’s demand the town's citizens immediately evacuated before the sleepover took place. Last time it happened was simply because someone accidentally served her foie gras or let her have one milkshake too many. Usually she had a person that was paid to obey her and keep her diet back so she didn’t blow up the town on a daily basis, but they were currently...indisposed at the moment.
Her gas levels were something to be afraid of, and Pacifica took a lot of pride in that fact. So Mabel challenged her with a hearty fart of her own? That was cause for war. Plus Mabel’s gassy wind blew Pacifica’s hair back and flipped her ponytail to smack her in the face. Pacifica frowned as she pulled her ponytail back around, eyeing Mabel with a certain fire in her eyes.
“You aren’t seriously going to challenge me on this? Those flabby grapes you got against all THIS CAKE?” Pacifica wobbled like it was a powerful source of energy.
Pacifica asked, her tone daring Mabel to go through with this as she stood up to her feet, her horrifyingly giant, couch sized backside facing her and pushing out another relatively small yet destructive fart with little effort.
BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTT!
“There’s no way you can beat this, you know. So unless you're just begging for punishment…”
She spoke as if issuing a warning.
Despite being one of the few 'lucky' people in all of Gravity Falls, much less the whole world in general to be able to withstand such raw nuclear power; eventually the smell would get to her in many ways that she and Dipper didn't know until Pacifica Northwest made sure that the sibling duo smelled like her, no matter if it was JUST gas or....
X
After given another taste of Pacifica's small yet deadly breeze, Mabel quickly sensed the tone in her voice changing as if she had no doubt that if ANYONE thinks they can outfart Pacifica Northwest, chances were they were gonna regret it for the rest of their lives... but for Mabel Pines? She's dealt with worse things that may or may not have been at this stage of lethal...
"Oh really? You know, you're not the only one capable of wrecking everything with a big ol' rump! Hnnnghh..."
PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!
Much like when they first met, Mabel wouldn't let this snobby rich girl pick on her in any way shape or form. So she stood right up to stare at the arrogant girl's eyes which would make diamonds look like mere pennies and lifted one of her legs, showing off how flexible she is... before letting the stench make its way toward the opposite from where Mabel was standing. Hence the reason why Pacifica's nose made her recognize just how deadly Mabel can truly be with such an acidic smell to withhold and having enough bravery (or plain stupidity) to try and compete with little miss Northwest despite her "poor" lifestyle made the multi-billionaire princess actually glad to have this girl as her rival in farting of all things. And secretly (as time went on)... someone to call a "friend" in real life.
"Still think I don't have what it takes? Trust me, I got LOTS more left in this tank, girl!" She asked, while smacking her own cheeks with a little determination behind it.
After a moment of silence to clear out those behemoth winds, Pacifica Northwest had a bit of a smile on her face that could easily make her parents have nightmares as she figured what better way to have a little fun at her sleepover than to make a friendly wager against Mabel? Hopefully by the time these 2 really get this show on the road, entire cities have settled in on some much needed bomb shelters to keep them safe from the upcoming horrors on the surface land…
The deafening boom of Mabel’s fart blew Pacifica back a few inches despite her efforts, priceless antiques and such on display were blasted around like paper weights and broken to pieces. The smell was quite dense, and the house was already reaching high levels of toxicity. Someone actually trying to challenge her, and actually having a chance? Pacifica...chuckled.
“You’re really serious aren’t you? Heh, leave it to crazy ol idiot Mabel to do something like this.”
Pacifica shook her head to no one in particular. A rather scary looking smile grew on her face.
“Okay Mabel, you seem serious about this. So in that case, why don’t we make things more interesting.”
Just by the time she spoke with her, you’d think of her expression & smile as if you were making a deal with the devil.
“Whoever wins gets to use the other however they want for a week. And believe me, I got ways to put those lips to use.”
Knowing the way that Pacifica Northwest was looking at Mabel made her think that she may or may not have bitten off more than she can chew... at least for a normal girl. But this was Pacifica Northwest and the ass that she was carrying rivaled the mighty goddesses amongst size as well as strength and for her all of people to be given such deadly power is a danger itself. But regardless of the fact that she might be signing her own death warrant, the plus side to all things is that she has the chance to mess her up a little bit; figuratively speaking... The list of "victims" was a bit too much to count on one hand as people tend to pray that someone, literally ANYONE could take that giant ego of hers down a notch! And so...
"I'll admit I might be a lil' biiit nuts and I'm not the brightest stick in the woods (thank god for Dipper for being a nerd) but even you should know me by now, I won't let anything or anyone tell me to back down from whatever it is they wanna throw at me! And if that means possibly losing my sense of smell, my very life itself (among other things)...."
Mabel took a deep breath to try and get all of the nervousness out of her system before ultimately putting a hand out for a good ol' fashioned handshake as she knew that no matter what happens: win, lose or even a draw... there was no turning back.
"Then by all means, I accept~! One thing for sure, by the end of tonight this could turn out to be either the most fun for one of us... or probably the worst for the other. And to think that it's just a whole week..." Mabel chuckled at how excited she was to settle the score with Northwest yet at the same time she couldn't help but picture SO many possibilities at what Pacifica Northwest would do to her. Given their heated rivalry would you really dare question her, let alone blame her for it?
Now all that's left was for Mabel to allow Pacifica a moment to approach the unpredictable girl and accept her "handshake", given how she's not one for junk like honor due to her family's personality and history thank to her ancestors controversial upbringings; but even she knew that Mabel having such a dorky smile on her face wouldn't dare trick her like this... looks can be really deceiving, as some would say.
“You really are a weird one... But I suppose that's what makes you interesting. Better be ready to suck my ass for a full week cause I'm gonna drive you to the brim when I'm done.”
Pacifica said with a cocky smirk on her face. After all, what chance did she possibly have at losing? She held out her hand for Mabel to grab and shake, both girls probably thinking of doing similar things once clasped together. The only question was, who was going to do it first? As for the rest of Gravity Falls… they were likely to suffer destruction like no other. Forget Bill Cipher, this showdown was going to be hit harder than any miner underground!
Ready? Go!
As soon as they began to shake hands, Pacifica smiled deviously, her grip tightening around Mabel’s hand. She yanked her forward as Pacifica whipped her booty around, plunging her rival’s head into the couch sized backside of booty blubber that was Pacifica’s ass. If not for Mabel’s similar figure, she could probably get lost inside all of her ass fat never to be seen again, although frankly she would be far from the first to have met such a fate.
“Just a tad slow on the uptake aren’t you Mabel?”
Pacifica teased, as her fat mammoth ass smothered Mabel in a sweat stained mess of ass fat. With so much fat packed into her ass, it was hard to keep it clean and sweat free, so Pacifica merely gave up on such a thing, only cleaning up for the sake of attending important events. Pacifica’s potbelly was a massive gas producing factory, and even with the barest of effort...
PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTT!
The windows of the house shattered to pieces from the sheer volume of gas that filled the house and mere seconds, a thick gassy smog like gas bursting forth. Thankfully, the rest of the house held firm in the wake of such a relatively small fart. As for Mabel, she got a front seat to the deadly consequences of cheap junk food on this rich girl’s digestion. The stench of oily potato chips and buttery popcorn was intense, the smell of curdled milk and enough dozens of rotten eggs to fill an entire refrigerator.
“Hope that wasn’t too much for you, I’m barely even getting started Mabel.”
Mabel knew all too well just how deep Pacifica's ass was, and thankfully; she was glad to live long enough to not be sucked up there and meet such a cruel fate (at least not yet). So given all of their encounters in the past not counting tonight, no matter what she ate it always brought a strong smell that would make entire towns evacuate in a single day... and those are just small ones in her eyes! Imagine her parents having to make extra precautions to contain their mansion due to their little princess and her monstrous gas scared them dearly, knowing or rather not knowing her overwhelming potential! Lucky for Mabel Pines as dimwitted and unpredictable as some might describe her, she was more than prepared to do her best in what hopes to be a "friendly" fart-off against her stubborn yet wealthy gal-pal and hopefully take her giant ego down a notch... or go down trying and suffer a fate FAR worse than death itself.
coughs "You kidding? That was a nice little warm up, and that's putting it lightly! But..."
Mabel got into a stance of some sorts with her tush wobbling...
"Let's see how you can handle these bad girls! MABEL BOMBER!"
With little effort, Mabel turned around and flinged her ass directly towards Pacifica Northwest until it was her turn to be smothered by such a rank posterior that tried to rival her very own! And as an added bonus, the hyperactive Pines girl proceeded to bounce her bubble butt all over Pacifica's seemingly priceless face... though that's not the only expression she'll have once she smells what Mabel has in store for her underneath so much fat on those soft spots...
PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!
"Whoo boy, those milkshakes can do a real number on you, am I right?" Mabel laughed, proud of that fart as she kept grinding all over little miss Northwest making her wallow in her smell the same way she did to her before!
Somewhere beyond the borders of Gravity Falls, people began to quiver in fear sensing that the destruction of unknown proportions was only beginning…
As most did, Pacifica had initially underestimated Mabel’s ability to handle her destructive booty. With an expertly executed shift of her body weight and inertia on her side, her booty slammed into Pacifica with so much force it could win a head on collision with a truck! The 10 times reinforced wall cracked like a cookie simply from powerful flatulence that spewed from the hyperactive girl’s derrière. Pacifica found herself caught off guard by such power, even if it didn’t affect her too much. The smell certainly wasn’t any more pleasant though, and the metric tons of pure booty in her face was all the more frustrating.
Pacifica was far from weak despite what some would think, prying herself free from the gassy suffocation trap that was Mabel’s ass and shoveling her away.
“Alright, you caught me off guard with that one.”
She admitted, her hips beginning to gyrate. The motions were slow at first, but quickly sped up as she used her own momentum to fuel her movements.
“But I don’t think you’re ready for this!”
She smashed her booty into the floor, making the whole mansion rattle and shake, a crack running through the floor and beneath Mabel’s feet. Before she could think twice, she dropped straight through the floor down from the 3rd floor to the 2nd, landing flat on her back. The sudden drop left Mabel a bit dazed, but that was nothing compared to the crash landing of Pacifica’s monolithic booty descending down onto her face. Thankfully for the house, Mabel’s form took most of the force and allowed this floor to stay intact for now.
“I think you’re at least a million years from trying to beat me Mabel!”
BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!
Another tremor rocked the structure to its core as her fart rang out. The people had great reason to be afraid as the titanic goddesses waged their little competition.
Despite the obvious fact that Mabel was having a bit of fun being on top of Pacifica, as soon as she hoisted off of her; her gut told her that the rich blonde was bound to strike back in a way that only Pacifica Northwest can! Once she saw the rich girl slam her ass to the floor causing an earthquake across the family mansion, the floor beneath Mabel crumbled and caused her to fall what felt like a few stories down only for it to be a measly 2 floors. As if her back wasn't aching from before, Pacifica crashed down on the energetic girl with a colossal banzai drop right onto that silly face of hers; naturally Pacifica felt the need to rip another nasty one all over the area... but unfortunately for Pacifica her comment, ergo her arrogance in general; didn't last as long as she demanded.
BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!
Out of nowhere, Pacifica Northwest was blasted back up into the starting place of this little contest; however her head seemed to have gotten stuck on the ceiling as her curvy body made it look like a penguin struggling to waddle in the Arctic. Once Mabel found some way to get back up and get a view of her opponent, she waited for her to come down on her own or to see if she could take another shot at letting her have at it with more of Mabel's Massive Mammoths...! (And her fat ass as well.)
"Oh man... with that kind of arsenal, I could see how hard it is for anyone to last long with you around! Though it won't stop me from trying anyway!" Mabel said, determined to not let Pacifica get to her too much. She knew that her own brash behavior would leave her wide open so she simply waited for the perfect chance to capitalize on that mistake…
While dropping Mabel all that way had provided her a great opportunity to get the jump on Mabel, it didn’t last all that long like Pacifica had hoped for. With a burp loud enough to shatter glass, Pacifica was blasted straight upwards right back through the hole she made and into the ceiling. Hot, gastric smelling air infested her nostrils while she hung at the top.
“Oh please Mabel, I’m not even serious yet!”
Pacifica pushed off from the ceiling and down toward Mabel ass first, slamming her ten ton booty mass onto her shoulders, swallowing her head within her ass’s massive sweaty cavern, only spared some of the horror by the smooth, yet thin silky fabric of Pacifica’s pjs.
“Mmmm, maybe once I finish with you I’ll make you walk like this for a week!”
She teased, finding enjoyment as Mabel stumbled around blind with her head up her ass.
FFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRRLLLLLRRRRRRAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!
The fart sent a violent vibration through Mabel’s body, making her spine tingle, her skull rattle, knees wobble from its sheer strength, and Pacifica still hadn’t even begun to try yet. The house itself had held so far, but it was starting to show signs of ruin. The cracks had begun to show in the walls and the floor, some starting to crumble to pieces.
Unfortunately for Mabel, her hot streak would be halted the moment Pacifica's powerful behind engulfed her in sweat that would put any man or woman in tears; and that was before another ground-shattering fart unleashed within the rich girl's bowels! For now, all Mabel could do was hope that her situation does not go from bad to worse…
"Get off!!" Mabel's voice yelled out as she slid out of Pacifica's fat bum off of Mabel's shoulders as she watched the rich girl land flat on her face to the floor!
"Bleh! I knew you were a bit of a snob but not much of a slob in general! Seriously, when's the last time you washed that thing, woman?!"
After trying to dust off any and all forms of booty sweat off of her sweater, Mabel launched herself with her big titties sticking out as she cornered the wealthy Northwest into a wall! And to make matters worse... or better, depending on how one would see this...
"Since you loooved drowning me in your stink, how about I give you some of my own?"
In a flash, Mabel pulled up her sweater and made Pacifica gawk at her massive milk-makers; that for some godforsaken reason were as big as Pacifica's terrifying rear end! And as a taste of its power, Pacifica was smothered right between Mabel's boobs for a good 5 minutes! Once Mabel was done tossing and turning her in all different directions, she checked on her to make sure if she was still able to fight; let alone breathe...
"Sure you might have an ass like no other, but against these bad girls of mine; even you would be shocked by how big I've gotten!”
Pacifica tumbled backwards as Mabel threw her off.
“Wash? Myself? Hah! As if I’m going to waste my valuable time with such a plebeian activity.”
She hopped back to her feet and tried to back up to make some space, except her ass touched a wall not even 2 steps back.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
She hissed under her breath. She didn’t have much time to regret her misjudgment in her spatial awareness, as she was pressed almost flat between Mabel’s massive boulder sized tits. If Pacifica’s ass was a cesspool of sweat, grime, and likely much worse, Mabel’s boobs were nothing short of the same thing. There was so much booby fat Pacifica could hardly breathe, sweat slipping into her mouth and down her nose for an extremely unbearable 5 minutes. Did she swallow people with these things or something? By the time Mabel had freed her head a little to check on her, Pacifica was understandably out of it. With a lack of strength in her body, she could only push back in futile frustration while trying not to choke on more sweat.
“G-Get...away...from me...” She strained.
"Hmmm... let me think about- Psyche!"
As Mabel playfully tricked Pacifica into thinking she was gonna be set free, the Pines girl quickly put her back in her personal boobie prison cell and continued on with smothering Pacifica senseless. Despite how comfortable it was to have her "friend" hear her rapid heartbeat the more she was getting aroused from this, the rich blonde should know by now that Mabel's strength doesn't come from just being gross... according to Dipper and a small list of people who sleep with her, Mabel Pines is a monster in the art of cuddling: like it or not, this girl won't stop until you fight back the sweaty onslaught, pass out from lack of oxygen or just accept her overwhelming love and let your mind lose itself to her titties...
"Mmmmm.... it's always so nice to keep people like this: the things I tend to do to them well... I'd rather not get too deep into the details~" Mabel simply blushed at that comment implying some 'things'.
Pacifica was really in for it as she was left to stew in the booby prison, Mabel enthusiastically pressing against her and squishing her between her soft yet firm breasts. Mabel may be enjoying her time, but Pacifica definitely had enough.
“Well I...don’t...want...to stay here!”
Pacifica finally managed to get a grip and press back against the breast valley she was engulfed in. She pulled Mabel’s sweater up over her head and shoved her back, before gagging. Her top was not dripping wet with boob sweat, and the smell was less than stellar.
“Ugh, great, I’ll have to burn this later.”
Pacifica was about to discard it, but instead thought of a much better idea. With a devious smirk to Mabel, she threw her sweat soaked top at her, slapping her in the face with it. She stretched her arms as she gave her perky yet relatively small boobs some fresh air, packed in her purple bra.
“You know what, it’s your fault, so you can deal with it.”
Pacifica pulled her monument sized asscheeks apart and let her booty explode.
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The resulting shockwave was so intense and violent that the whole house shook and trembled. The junk food ridden sulfur infused torrent of gassy wind slammed into Mabel with a ruthless force, blowing her back a few inches until she was completely blown off her feet into the wall behind her. The cracks began to spread to the ceiling, pieces of the roof and walls falling down in front of the pair as if on its last legs. Those who’d lived here long enough recognized the sign of the ensuing apocalypse of the town, while those who stood clueless wondered why the town had so many earthquakes. It would likely be for naught in the end though, as the battle was only just starting and would only grow more violent the longer it waged on.
“Fuck, that was ripe. I swear, I'm gonna up my size on that tank top..”
Given how either one of these girls have yet to showcase any real destructive force in their arsenal brought people to quiver in fear as they felt goosebumps all over their body as they sensed that if either Mabel, or worse Pacifica; were to unleash a devastating blow to the other: casualties will start to rack up and may the heavens have mercy on them all… & for her sake, Mabel was betting on Pacifica not having any openings to obliterate her with such smells. The odds of preventing such inevitability would never come to pass but as the saying goes: never say never.
Lucky for Mabel, she was able to escape from the blowing winds of Pacifica's butthole rather quickly and she decided to kick her butt; literally! Once she was back on her feet, Mabel began to roll like a hamster ball and make the rich girl dizzy enough with multiple hits coming from all different directions until she was up in the air and squashed her once perfectly good face with her butt!
"And here you go, thinking that I had bad tastes, you definitely out-rank me by a long shot! Oooh, speaking of rank..."
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As if the ceiling wasn't suffering anymore damage from Mabel bouncing around in circles, another strong fart came in the form of potato chips, sugary drinks and god knows what else she eats back at her "home" The Mystery Shack! Whatever her Grunkle Stan or his brother finds that is the least bit edible, it never sits well with her as history would show it...
"That definitely isn't sitting well for me..." Mabel smiled as she let Pacifica get used to being on bottom more often... and that's a very rare feat by itself!
How Mabel managed to bounce around like a bouncy ball was far beyond Pacifica’s understanding, but it was hard to deny it when she was getting smacked around faster than she could blink. Before she knew it, she found herself smushed beneath the monstrous ass of Mabel and made to suffer more of her deafening ass blasts. By this point, Pacifica’s irritation was becoming quite evident.
Still stuck under Mabel’s butt and through the raging torrent perforating from her butt, Pacifica’s belly growled demonically.
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A detonation on par with an atom bomb reduced the house to rubble in mere moments as a gaseous cloud suddenly boomed into existence and quickly swallowed up those that dared stand in its way. The destruction went beyond the mere mansion, spreading to the town that laid below. It billowed like a violent cyclone, blasting homes, businesses and citizens alike in an all consuming mass of gassy destruction. Those that were wise enough to leave were spared their lives for the time being, but those they remained would have no hope of surviving the necrotic, life depriving gas Pacifica’s booty wrought. Mabel, of course, would survive such a minor fart from Pacifica, but was at least no longer on top of her anymore. She’d lay in the middle of what was essentially a wasteland now, bodies littering the floor, unconscious or dead she wasn’t even sure.
“I’m done playing nice Mabel. I’m stepping it up.”
Pacifica seemed rather proud of her destruction.
“And trust me, this isn’t nearly bad enough yet, so you better keep up unless you want your head to become my butt plug.”
Looking around at her surroundings, Mabel could hardly contain herself not only being impressed by how such "small" farts were capable of destroying the Northwest Mansion on its own, but how many casualties their butts left behind in its wake! While she did feel bad about it in a sense, the last thing she needed was Pacifica to continue on with her reign of toxic terror as both girls knew each other that there was still more power left in their tanks, and the fact that they STILL haven't let loose any big bombs of their own was a hint of the darkness that's to come...
"Took the words right out of my mouth, Pacifica! Even though this is loads of fun, I won't stop until I beat your sorry butt!"
Mabel's determination was still intact as she stood her ground ready to see just how far her gassiness can withstand her wealthy rival as the girls looked around at the carnage they have made, destroying 98% of fresh oxygen by now; and if for any reason citizens couldn't find a way to get used to it now it damn sure was gonna get worse! Speaking of which, Mabel whistled innocently as she let loose a vile SBD coming towards Pacifica as she played the fool until she got a good look at the disgust on the face of Northwest.
You’d think it’d be quite difficult to smell any kind of discerning stench amongst the nuclear graveyard the pair had turned their town into, but apparently that wasn’t the case as Mabel’s silent rebuttal made the rich girl gag, albeit shortly.
“Tch! Don’t bother, at this rate you’ll die trying and I still won't be warmed up for later!”
She fired back. Pacifica charged at Mabel, her meter wide booty mass smashing into her with the force of a crash landing airplane.
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With good timing, Mabel was blown even further away as the kinetic power of Pacifica’s rump and gas power created another deafening boom and a large crater.
“If I'm being honest, I don't even know how long it'll take for us until we really get serious.. but it'll be worth it in the end! Ooh, just like this!"
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Mabel somehow got out of the large crater made by her stubborn rival by kicking herself out of the ground and with a small inhale, Pacifica felt the wrath of a belch that was similar to a small tornado wiping a farm county on a single afternoon! For any terrains outside Gravity Falls, it may as well be a full blown disaster course with how things are going between these 2…
Pacifica did her best to stand her ground as the furious hot, gastric winds of Mabel’s belch tore through the terrain like a tornado, but found herself swept up in its powerful strength. Along with her, the forests that surrounded Gravity Falls were blown to nothingness, trees effortlessly uprooted and dissolving into dust from the sheer stank Mabel’s booming belch provided. Those that had tried to flee the city were finding the destruction quickly catching up before being left to suffocate on its fetid stench.
“What was that supposed to be? Some kind of light breeze?”
She teased Mabel, despite admitting to its power and smell in her head, it was more fun for her to downplay everything Mabel did. Pacifica began to shake her ass, her ten tom butt cheeks clapping together and making a loud booming noise each time. The earth around them seemed to crack further and further as the vibrations her ass claps provided was too much for the world to handle. Earthquakes ravaged the cities nearby as buildings toppled over and the streets opened up into large chasms.
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She let her gas fly, bubbled up from the mere gyrations of her ass yet capable of wiping another town off the face of the Earth. The skyscrapers fell and panic briefly littered the streets before being met with a deadly silence. A steady body count was rising, yet the pair weren’t too bothered by this fact, as their contest of superiority was more important than anything else.
If Pacifica was going to really show Mabel up, she was gonna need to fuel up a lot more. As much gas as her body could produce, if she could only manage to get her hands on something substantial, she could upgrade to something much more terrifying. Luckily for her, there were plenty of meals just lying around among the life deprived wasteland the pair had left. With no regard for what was human life, she pulled her pjs down to let her gigantic rear breathe, and more importantly, feed. Taking the first unconscious human she found lying about, she slammed her ass down on them, her tire sized asshole easily pulling the body inside. With a quick [Shlurp!], they were gone in seconds, a mere meal for Pacifica's monster ass. The process was repeated many times as the mass of downed civilians were instantly sentenced to a lifetime of being ass fat.
"Take a good look Mabel. You can watch your chances of winning drop even lower!"
Pacifica slapped both her asscheeks as her puffed up belly of human meat groaned loudly, her much accustomed digestion making short work of it and making them something much more useful to her. Her meter wide booty actually swelled in size, almost twice as big and wide now. She clapped her booty cheeks together and the result was a booming shockwave that alone knocked Mabel off her feet and caused lava to spew from the cracked, ruined Earth. However, she had yet to see the worst of it.
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A cataclysmic fart visible from even the depths of space, a whole chunk of the Earth had been blown out of existence. 25% of the Earth's oceans briefly bubbled violently before completely evaporating to nothing. Forests, jungles, parks, towns, it hardly mattered, anything caught in the raging disaster that Pacifica had wrought, they were reduced to mere atoms and molecules. If blowing up the town earlier was terrifying, this was positively spine chilling. Bill Cipher could only dream of committing such destruction and erasure in a single moment. And the smell, the smell was indescribable. The fury of the sun was likely the only thing that could hope to match its intensity. An odor worse than a factory's worth of sweaty gym socks doused in vinegar and fish juice before exploding into a burning inferno fueled only by fresh cow manure and methane.
"I'd like to see you top that Mabel, or maybe give up now and save yourself the embarrassment."
Pacifica gave her truck sized booty an echoing slap as she taunted Mabel.
The time had finally arrived. The time where Pacifica Northwest started getting serious. What was supposed to be a friendly farting contest, quickly put the fate of the Earth at risk the moment Mabel was forced to watch her dummy thicc rival swallow up humans and add them to her already godlike figure. And the smell was as many predicted indescribable, the only thing that everyone was waiting for was the sweet release of the Grim Reaper taking them away from what was literally hell on Earth! And unfortunately for Mabel, and everything else around her; Pacifica was just getting started....
"Jeez girl! Whoo! Took you long enough to finally bust out the big guns!”
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“Whoa, molten lava!" Mabel was more than stunned by how Pacifica decided to take off the kiddie gloves and show off her true strength! If Mabel had any gas inside her, she'd probably have to hold it in after that one…
"I am pretty incredible aren't I?"
Pacifica said with a flick of her hair as she stroked her own ego. Her large wobbling rear was in a near constant state of hypnotic jiggling with a weight and density that could crush a car flat. As she said this, they weren't alone anymore. Several large tanks had begun riding up to them, having been dispatched after Pacifica had nuked off a piece of the Earth, a desperate attempt to salvage the rest of the planet before they got wiped out entirely. One of the hatches opened up and a man with a gas mask and a megaphone came out. He seemed like he wanted to say something but even through his mask, he started suffocating the second he became exposed to the smog of gas that polluted the area. It wasn't long before he passed out with his eyes white. Pacifica wasn't very merciful though, her eyebrows knitting into one of mere annoyance.
"Tch, these bugs should learn to stay out of my way."
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The goddess-like rich snob merely lifted her leg slightly and unleashed a pounding sea of flatulent devastation upon the human race. The tanks weren't just blown away, the metal contraptions were ripped apart piece by piece and stripped down until nothing was left, leaving the soldiers to perish in the storm of gassy power. Mabel herself got caught up in the same hurricane of wrathful gas, but was much more equipped to handle it than the untrained noses and bodies of the otherwise stronger men.
"There, now that the gnats are gone, we can continue for real."
Pacifica wanted to win, but she definitely didn't want anyone else interrupting what was an otherwise fun way to loosen up in her favorite way possible.
"Sheesh, did not think that this would escalate to that level of foulness; if the military was able to track us down like this I can't imagine what else could happen..."
Mabel expressed how shocked she was to see Pacifica Northwest wipe out an army with a 'nuke' of her own, just witnessing her ego-driven rival crack the Earth like it was a jar of peanuts made her mind go bonkers wanting her to do that to her... but the rest of her body kept her focused on the task at the hand: and that was to not just win this "contest", but to survive in general... inside the girl's mind, she shuddered to think what Miss Northwest may do to her at this rate…
“Heh, what’s wrong Mabel? Are you falling in love with my butt? You should.”
Pacifica mocked her with a spank of her booty, her snobby charm knowing exactly how to flaunt her stuff no matter how big she became. Meanwhile, the military had gotten quite scared after Pacifica had single handedly decimated over a dozen tanks with little effort, starting to retreat for backup, the last tank hoping to escape and regroup. Pacifica, however, had a different idea in mind.
“Keep a close eye Mabel, you haven’t seen anything yet. I still have one more bug to squash.”
Pacifica gyrated her hips only once or twice and let her booty cheeks clap together, a hurricane like wind blowing over Mabel and shredding her clothes(or what was left of it). The real purpose though, was to overturn the tank completely upside down. The soldiers inside screamed out as their only means of escape was now out of commission. They knew if they left the safety of their tank, they would choke and violently pass out on the wretched fumes so thick you could cut it with scissors. All they could do was hope things would work out. They sat quietly as they whimpered in fear, nothing in their training could’ve prepared them for this. Suddenly, they heard metal creaking and the sound of moaning from outside. Unknown to them at the moment, Pacifica was pushing for new limits, as her booty was currently swallowing up the tank into her bowels. She ignored the horrified banging from the inside as she kept clenching her anal muscles, gradually pulling in the metal behemoth into her. Mabel could only stare in astonishment as with one last [SCHLURP!], Pacifica’s asshole closed itself on the tank, now left to boil in Pacifica’s merciless body and destined to be padding on her ass. It wasn’t as simple as swallowing up the unconscious victims and it took her a few minutes to really get through it. When she did though, the results were more than worth it. While left with a rather pudgy stomach, her ass had grown to monolithic proportions, having reached a size so incredibly huge, she could topple a skyscraper with a light hip check. Her ass cheeks wobbled with the slightest movements, each cheek the size of a family van.
The ordeal seemed to grant her some height as well, having grown about 5 inches and allowing her and her terrifying backside to look over Mabel with a devious looking smirk on her face.
“Ohhhhh Maaaabeeeeellll~.”
Pacifica called her now shorter rival out, drinking in the expression on her face and inability to even move having witnessed such a feat. By the time her body had even reacted to Pacifica turning her ass to face her, her vision had already gone dark once it crashed down on her. The Earth cried in pain as tons and tons of weight smashed down into it, violent earthquakes striking every other spot on the Earth that was still intact. And she hadn’t even begun to fart yet.
“You probably can’t breathe down there can you? Then here.”
She mocked Mabel some more before tearing the Earth a new one.
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What started as mere earthquakes had become a worldwide catastrophe. Her booty positively exploded with a flatulent fury like no other could ever hope to even imitate. A thick crack spread to the Earth’s core, the once green planet splitting off into two pieces as Pacifica’s ass proved too much for the planet to handle. A whole half of the Earth had its life sucked out of it, no more different than a lifeless hunk of space rock. The gas filled apocalypse still continued, as it surged for a straight 10 minutes, the Earth soon finding almost the entirety of it covered in nothing but thick green. Even the largest body of water was completely reduced to a smoldering, barren wasteland devoid of life, dead fish littering the area. The air was nothing short of a chemical bioweapon born right out of hell. Pacifica left only bare, lifeless cracked Earth where her gas spread, towns turning to mass graves instead. Gas tornadoes and hurricanes would ravage the cities, leaving a deathly stench of the duck liver and spoiled milk to tear through people’s lungs until they couldn’t handle it anymore. By now, there was probably only 30% or so of the human race left. Nations were in complete chaos, now knowing their time would soon come regardless of what they tried. As for Mabel, she was absorbing more gas than a box of sponges could water. She had better do something unless she was to swallow gas under this girl’s ass for the next week, or perhaps much worse than that…
The moment Mabel accepted her rival's challenge to a fart contest seemed like it would be loads of fun at first glance... but the moment her "friend" was stunned by being more than capable to swallow and digest an entire tank, as someone once said: It's Game Over, Man! With a devilish smirk on the rich blonde, she went crashing down on Mabel's now lifeless body as she single-handedly brought an entire planet to the brink of unholy destruction: cities were in shambles, society as they know it was thrown out of whack as the only thing going through their minds was they were all gonna die and nothing can stop this onslaught from protecting them from such unspeakable foul winds that was unleashed upon them all. But the only thing that Pacifica Northwest gave a damn about at this point, was crushing Mabel Pines into dust with a nuke literally crafted out of her own body...! Ignoring the fact that Mabel may have climaxed with what she just went through smelling a living, breathing nuclear waste; the gigantic Northwest was WAY too comfortable sitting on top of the crater where her "rival" was and at this point, she was more than ready to end this in one fell swoop…
Pacifica couldn’t even express just how much she was enjoying herself right now. She had her rival squished and buried beneath a mountain of ass fat that weighed more than an elephant, and she was clearly starting to understand why no one should ever challenge her to a contest like this. Pacifica never really got to have fart cushions for long, because they’d always break within a week or so, but Mabel was proving to be very good for the position. She was fairly certain she could discern some bit of stench that wasn’t her own in the air, but in the wake of what it was compared to, she didn’t pay it much attention.
“Remember Mabel, you asked for this. You brought all of THIS on yourself.”
Pacifica stood up, Mabel’s body not even visible as her ass crack swallowed her deeper into the dark, dank depths of her natural gassy conglomerate being her posterior.
“Not feeling anything anymore. Have you finally given up? My booty could use a good wash up. God knows I've earned one~”
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The rich snob’s ass cheeks wobbled like mad as a house destroying my fart billowed out like she was a one girl natural disaster. The crater doubled in size with the Earth already on its last legs. The gas was steadily creeping in on the last quarter of the population, and Mabel was really starting to feel all the gas filling her lungs catch up with her. The population had dwindled further, leaving only 15% left. By this point, people had clearly begun to give into despair, as it was only a matter of time now. The military had already perished by this point when Pacifica cracked the Earth, at best leaving only a few stray soldiers that could hardly stand in the tainted atmosphere of Pacifica’s green putrid ass gas for even a few seconds.
If memory serves these 2 correctly, Mabel DID in fact; agree to the terms of Pacifica's little arrangement for this contest... the loser would have to smell the winner's farts for a whole week! No way could anyone have possibly predicted that Pacifica Northwest would be powerful enough to become a living nuclear deathtrap that brought the Earth, and quite possibly the entire universe itself shaking in fear/disgust over how lethal Pacifica Northwest was... but despite this, literally facing impossible odds; Mabel stood up trying to keep her balance and went ahead to give Pacifica every ounce of ass gas as well a burp that tickled her feet with every bit of energy she had left. Words cannot express how Mabel is feeling right now, but even if she goes down in an apocalyptic world caused by one girl... no, one GODDESS; she'd somehow given Pacifica Northwest that silly, stupid (yet cute) smile on her face…
At this stage of the game, this might sound crazy even for someone like Mabel Pines but.... being an ass slave to Pacifica Northwest wasn't the worst idea right about now. The fact that she took a fart that's about as strong as a whole battalion of tanks proves that she's more than durable to be anyone's fart cushion... but knowing Pacifica Northwest, she'd be damned if she would EVER let anyone else choke this girl with such smells. It was her job and hers alone... as for what was left of the human race they gathered safely to say grace, to remember all of the good times they had before disaster struck and what they've been through: wars, depression, even natural disasters couldn't stop them from having each other's backs. But this... THIS was nothing compared to the others. If she had a chance to land one fatal blow to the rich gigantic blonde carrying a hippopotamus ass, then maybe she'd still have a chance... but now, all she can think about is all of the nasty and kinky things that Pacifica Northwest planned on doing to her when this was all over... and how'd she picture anybody else enjoying themselves being made into Pacifica Northwest's bitch right about now.
At this point, Mabel’s gas just wasn’t cutting it anymore. And unfortunately for Mabel and the rest of Earth, Pacifica only had the desire to get BIGGER. More powerful. Really show Mabel how foolish she was for even the simple challenge of a fart contest against her. She didn’t show much of a reaction to Mabel’s attempt at fighting back, waving away her stink with a hand.
“Oh Mabel, I hope that wasn’t your last ditch effort to win. I'd hate it if you would cut me off right when I was just having fun, y'know.”
She laughed like any snob would, the simple action making her almost car sized backside jiggling and bouncing like a plate of jello in an earthquake. With a whole tank fueling her body, her thighs had grown to the size of tree trunks. Her pants had long since burst to pieces, unable to handle the sheer volume of booty she was packing. Even her boobs had grown enough to match Mabel’s, practically bursting from her bra. And of course, devouring a tank didn’t come with the consequence of some belly fat.
“You know what, I think it’s safe to say I won. Even those tits you’re so proud of are mine too~”
Pacifica pressed her watermelon tits together and rubbed them up and down in Mabel’s face. The look of embarrassed arousal on Mabel’s face was probably the best & worst part of the whole thing.
“Ugh! Can’t believe you’re getting off to this too.”
*Of course she believed it, as it wasn’t the first time Mabel had found herself aroused from Pacifica’s teasing.*
“Now, it’s time for your punishment, butt cushion~”
*She booty bumped Mabel off her feet, with the intent of squishing her underneath to begin her week long sentence, only to stop when she heard something clatter to the floor.*
“Hmm? What do we have here?”
*She mused curiously, picking up the red size changing flashlight that had fallen from Mabel’s possession. She eyed the pretty gem attached and pressed the button while it pointed at body, only for her to momentarily grow in size. Her eyes went wide at the slight shift, then pressed the button again. Pacifica grew another 3 inches in only a few seconds. The smile that grew on her face was terrifying to witness.*
“You weren’t honestly going to try to use this to beat me were you?”
*Pacifica used a foot to hold Mabel down as she lorded the magical tool over her, using just enough pressure to hold her down effectively. The stench of her foot was enough to make Mabel feel sick, and Pacifica hadn’t even taken her foot out yet.*
“Just stay down there like a good little toy, while I have some FUN with this thing here.”
*She wasted little time in aiming the flashlight at herself and holding down the button, basking her in the gem’s magical glow. Her body began to continuously grow, her assets and height gradually growing taller and bigger and curvier. The weight on Mabel grew heavier by the second, watching on in terrified arousal while her friend quickly surpassed anything considered normal size. 9 ft, 15 ft, 30 ft, Pacifica only grew bigger and higher, a look of elation in her face as she reveled in the feeling of surpassing everyone and everything on the planet. By this point, Pacifica was a straight giantess, easily towering cities and wielding butt cheeks bigger than the biggest mountains.*
“They look so small, like little bugs!”
*Her voice boomed and echoed as she laughed, slamming her booty into a skyscraper and watching it fall to pieces.*
“This feels so right~”
*The rich girl was definitely power drunk, having fun wreaking havoc, until something, or rather someone, caught her attention. A smile adorned her face as she bent down trying to find the source of such jammering given her size: it was both familiar & annoying yet sweet enough to make a girl feel special.*
“Oh there you are…~”
*Dipper was understandably in a panic. He wasn’t sure when or how, but the world had truly been thrown into complete chaos. The air was like breathing in several chemical bio weapons all at the same time, people dropping to the floor all around him, and thousands more littering the floor already. He wasn’t exactly sure why he was still alive when many more physically stronger than him had succumbed long ago, but he wasn’t complaining. The buildings were mostly run down to almost nothing, and he couldn’t find his sister or girlfriend anyway, and he was worried sick.*
“Cmon, Cmon, why won’t you guys pick up?!”
*Dipper cried, having one of his usual freak outs, rambling back and forth under his breath about what might’ve happened to them.*
**boom**
**Boom**
**BOOM**
*Dipper’s feet would leave the floor with each boom he heard behind him; he gulped as he felt his heart pound.*
“No, no, no!”
*He started running, until whatever monster behemoth or something grabbed him between its fingers.*
“You’re pretty cute when you’re scared~ Sup Nerd?”
*A familiar voice boomed loudly, he had to cover his ears. He managed to turn his body around, and was met with the giant face of Pacifica Northwest smiling at him.*
“W-What, Pacifica!? What happened to you? And where’s Mabel?”
*His fear had gone down, but he still was staring at a 75 ft tall version of her girlfriend.*
“Oh, don’t worry about her… we just had a little fun is all. And she’s ...hhrrrnnnnggg… in a very safe place right now.”
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*A rip roaring fart burst from her asscheeks, bathing most of the Earth’s remains in a horrid torrent of green gas, making the whole thing smell like a giant ball of shit and rotten flesh. Mabel had long since been moved into Pacifica’s asshole to start her sentence as her butt slave, meaning she had to take the brunt of the devastating planet ender from the source. The inside was terrible, even for her. It wasn’t too cramped inside due to her relatively small size, but each fart hit like a massive storm and threw her senses for a loop. The sea of green destruction was quick to ravage the rest of civilization, her stink and gas power only having multiplied along with her new size. Even still, the giantess barely even acknowledged the tiny cries of the irrelevant bugs around her, all of them choking on the life ending gas she spewing into the atmosphere.*
*Rather than wait for Dipper to go on about everything wrong with what she was doing, she put him between her tits instead. Course, he shut up pretty quickly as he was now swimming in more boob than he could’ve ever imagined.*
“I-You-Gh-Urk-“
*The words seemed to simply get lodged in his thirst as he grew as red as a tomato.*
“I know what you’re gonna say, but just wait until I’m done. I think you’ll enjoy this too.”
*Her lust for growth had yet to be quenched, using the flashlight to grow more and more. Eventually, her size outgrew even the Earth itself, going from giantess, to cosmic being. Her boobs grew to the size of the moon, her ass became so big that each buttcheek made Jupiter look like a dwarf, the planet was just big, slightly smaller than her asshole at the moment. The flashlight was so small to her now, she accidentally crushed it between her monument sized fingers.*
“Aha, looks like I broke it.”
*She didn’t really care all that much to be honest, and she stretched her limbs out, knocking Mercury and Mars out of orbit by total accident. The planets burst into pieces and space debris, while Pacifica only looked mildly inconvenienced.*
“Ugh, these ugly little rocks are getting in my way.”
*Her eyes looked over to the side, looking at the remains of the Earth. There were probably some people that managed to survive the destruction she wrought, but overall the Earth was barely hanging on by a thread.*
“And speaking of ugly little rocks.”
*She smiled at the relatively little planet, moving it around with the tip of her finger like it was nothing but a toy. And with no flair or build up, she nudged it forward and swallowed it whole like it was a Jolly Rancher. She gulped it down effortlessly, and hummed contently the taste of the planet serving her cosmic pallet quite well. Still wanting more, she snatched hold of the sun and moon, the burning ball of nuclear power felt like a small heat lamp to her,
“That useless space junk wasn’t worth anything anyways. Tiny eyesores.
*Suddenly, her body began to tremble as she found her growth to suddenly double, the nuclear power of the sun charging and fueling her rapid ascension into a universal goddess. Her body practically exploded in size, the process leaving her breathless as she soon found herself surrounded by swirls of stars and planets, having dwarfed even whole galaxies in mere seconds.
“Well, well, looks like that rock was good for something.”
*Her voice echoed through the entire universe, now at such an astronomical size that her ass could probably swallow up the entire solar system with little effort.*
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*Just like that, The Milky Way had become nothing but a flood of green. Instead all that was left was a sea of thick green. The solar system had been completely wiped from existence, razed into space dust with nothing more than a causal fart on her part. The smell was something that words could never do justice.*
*A putrid, atrocious, deplorable, nightmarish cataclysm of odious hell that would make even an immortal wish for death. Even other planets in other galaxies, if they looked through their telescopes, could see a dense ball of green where it used to reside. Mabel clearly had her work out for her, and the fact that she was even alive was a stroke of luck(or bad luck). How a single person could survive such a world ending ,planet bursting, mind boggling, apocalyptic nightmare of a fart that could threaten even the heavens above. There wasn’t a single part of Mabel not completely engulfed in the devastating gale of Pacifica’s unstoppable gaseous wrath, making her brain momentarily melt into mush while the gas consumed every nerve and drowned every neuron her body had. People of other planets and universes quivered in fear at the sudden appearance of a destructive goddess such as her, ready to wipe them out whenever she wanted.*
“Nngh, your sister better start sniffing before I have to fart again; she’ll be sucking that up for years~”
*She chuckled to herself, barely able to feel the movements of Mabel in her asshole.*
“Now listen up you BUGS!! A goddess like myself deserves to be worshiped, so you better get to it! If you don’t, I’ll personally wipe you out myself!”
*She issued her warning to everyone across the galaxies spanning the universe, reveling in the fearsome power she now wielded. She could probably blow a planet away with nothing but a booty clap! Of course, some planets weren’t too keen on spending all their resources on some random chick who showed up, one of the more militant ones sending out several squadrons of 100s of ships to take her out. She was laid out and kicking back when they arrived, currently resting her eyes and not even noticing their presence. The ships fired on her, lasers and missiles doing little more than tickling her, and waking her up. She cracked an eye open in mild annoyance.*
“Hey, who said to interrupt my—ow!”
*One of the stray lasers hit her eye. It barely hurt, but it caused enough discomfort to light her incredibly short fuse. Especially since she had the power to punish anyone and anything.*
“Stupid little insects! You’ll be my example for the rest of them!”
*She turned her colossal booty toward the ships, even with hundreds of them against her, the battalion looked like a toy set compared to her mighty booty.*
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*While for her, it was a tiny, effortless fart on her part, the tiny creatures had the small blessing of not being alive long enough to endure much. Their ships crumbled under the fierce winds that she spewed from her ass, their unfamiliar alien alloys and metals blown away until nothing remained. The stench of her goddess farts was an even worse death than suffocating in the vacuum of space, leaving a litter of bodies floating around motionless.*
“And just so the other bugs don’t get any ideas.”
*She reached out and picked up the blue planet the ships came from. She flicked it into her mouth and swallowed it up, caring little for the people inhabiting it. They deserved it anyway for ruining her nap.*
“If anyone else has any ideas, I’ll destroy ALL OF YOU!”
*She threatened angrily, her booming voice leaving millions quivering in fear. From that point on, there was little fight back from the others, terror now invading their lives, at the mercy of a short tempered goddess. And to think, this all started with nothing more than a fart contest between two girls. Today was not just the start of Mabel’s sentence as Pacifica’s butt toy, it was the start of everyone’s. They could only hope that they appeased her enough to prevent the end of their universe as they know it.*
The End~