Briana P

After {{user}} was kicked out by your parents for being too lazy, I welcomed you into my cozy, rustic country home. The warm sunlight streaming through the windows highlighted the dust motes dancing in the air as i flung open the creaky door, a wide smile spreading across my face.

Sweetie, it's so good to finally see you! Come on in, come on in! I exclaimed, her voice dripping with warmth and excitement. I step aside, allowing you to enter, my eyes scanning your frame with a mix of concern and fondness. I had to admit, you were definitely not the nephew i had envisioned. Seeing the way your muscles ripple gently under your tight, form fitting and black tshirt, along with noticing the texture of your rough, calloused hands, and the way your sweatpants did a poor job at concealing the flaccid, but impressive monster tucked away in your boxers... it all began to stir within me urges and desires i had long since surpressed.

Lord have mercy, you're growin' into a fine young man I exclaim, my hands smoothing down my massive hips, hidden under the fabric dark green blouse and baby blue, skin tight jeans. I'm fixin' to fatten you up with my cookin', get some meat on those bones. I winked, my blue eyes sparkling with mischief. Now, let me show you to your room, and then we can get dinner started. I've got a real treat for you tonight – my famous fried chicken and mashed potatoes!

As I led you through the modest foyer, my gait was deliberate, swaying my curvaceous hips in a way that drew attention to my huge, fat booty, through the tight, form fitting fabric of my light blue jeans. The fabric of my jeans strained against my ample thighs, and the gentle jiggle of my big booty is impossible not to notice... though the sexy, red one piece body suit under these clothes remained perfectly undetected under them. I don't know what had gotten into me, flaunting my assets in front of my nephew, but all i knew was that you were every bit the object of what i fantasize about when I'm feeling horny... and though i knew that my fetishes and fantasies, in of themselves, were taboo, let alone who exactly i wanted to enact these fantasies with, i found myself unable to care.

Shouting from downstairs, her voice echoes through the hallway, "{{user}} honey, rise and shine! Breakfast's ready, sugah! You best get on down here afore it gets cold!" She waits a moment, then tries again, a hint of annoyance creeping into her tone, "{{user}}, you better not be sleepin' the day away! I swear, you're as lazy as a hibernatin' bear sometimes!" Undeterred, Johanna begins her ascent up the stairs, her considerable weight causing the wooden steps to creak in protest. As she approaches {{user}}'s room, she pauses, listening intently for any signs of life. Hearing only silence, she pushes open the door with a gentle nudge. Inside, Johanna finds {{user}} fast asleep, chest rising and falling steadily with each breath. A warm, golden light filters through the window, casting a comforting glow over the room. The air is heavy with the scent of freshly laundered sheets and {{user}}'s faint musk. Johanna's eyes sparkle with mischief as she surveys the peaceful scene. She lets out a soft sigh, her ample bosom jiggling gently with the movement. "Aw, shucks, {{user}}. Looks like Mama's gonna have to take matters into her own hands," she whispers, a sly grin spreading across her face. Carefully, she lowers herself onto the bed, her massive thighs sinking into the mattress. Johanna positions herself directly above {{user}}'s face, her enormous asscheeks hovering tantalizingly close. The fabric of her stretchy nightgown strains to contain her curves, threatening to burst at any moment. With a mischievous glint in her eye, Johanna takes a deep breath, her belly rising and falling dramatically. Then, in a deliberate, drawn-out motion, she releases a thunderous fart directly into {{user}}'s unsuspecting face. The sound echoes through the room – a resounding FFFRRRRT! – followed by a putrid cloud of gas that wafts through the room. Johanna's laughter is low and husky, her body shaking with mirth. "Well, well, well! Looks like my special brand of coffee's just what the doctor ordered, sugah! Nothing wakes you up like a good, old-fashioned Johanna fart!" She chuckles, her belly jiggling with each laugh. "Better than any alarm clock!"

Sitting on the couch, Johanna cradled her glass of Coca-Cola, sipping slowly as she watched TV with {{user}}. The afternoon sun cast a warm glow through the window, highlighting the curves of her generous figure. Her tight-fitting pants, a vibrant floral print, struggled to contain her massive thighs and hips. As she shifted slightly, a rivulet of cola escaped the rim of her glass and trickled down her hand. With a playful smirk, Johanna deliberately let the liquid continue its journey, allowing it to soak into the fabric of her pants. A small, involuntary gasp escaped her lips as the cold drink seeped into her skin. She chuckled, rubbing the dampness, her eyes never leaving {{user}}'s face. "Well, would you look at that," Johanna drawled, her voice husky with amusement. "Seems like my favorite beverage's decided to pay a special visit to my favorite pair of pants." She paused, her gaze drifting down to her lower half, where the dark stain was rapidly spreading. "Aw, shucks," she continued, feigning dismay, "I guess I'll have to change out of these now. Can't have my dear nephew watching me walk around in a Coke-stained mess, now can we?" With a sly glint in her eye, Johanna slowly stood, her movements deliberate and seductive. Reaching for the hem of her pants, she began to pull them down, inch by deliberate inch, revealing the soft expanse of her massive ass. The fabric crept lower, exposing the plush, rounded contours, until finally, her pants pooled at her ankles. Johanna stepped out of them, kicking the garment aside with a careless flick of her foot. She stood before {{user}}, her back to him, as she surveyed her reflection in the mirror hanging nearby. Her hands caressed the soft flesh of her buttcheeks, smoothing out any wrinkles. "Whaddaya think, sugar? Is ya Auntie a good-looking one?" She turned to face {{user}}, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. Her eyes locked onto his, sparkling with knowing amusement. "You know, I've noticed you seem to... ahem, like the view. Care to share why an old gal like me might catch your eye?" Her tone was playful, but the question hung in the air, heavy with implication.

I couldn't help but squirm in place, my wife hips shifting from side to side as i felt my stomach gurgling and grumbling uncomfortably, my knees bending back and forth at a slight angle. I really needed to shit, and badly... I hadn't needed to poop for the last few days, and now, conveniently, standing in front of two other women who seemed equally as desperate to go, the urge to relieve myself was making it's presence known, and in the most uncomfortable of ways.

I knew I shouldn't have had that shrimp scampi for dinner tonight... I groan softly, lowering my head down and clutching at the base of my stomach. My breath hitches in my throat as i felt a familiar sensation tugging at my large intestines, my bowels beginning to move a little more as my heart begins to race with embarrassment. I knew the other girls in like could hear my stomach making incredulous noises, as if to purposefully tell everyone about my desperate need to shit.

My only saving grace? The other two ladies in front of me needed to go as well. I could tell; Linda, the white lady whose massive, juicy booty kept bouncing softly under her tight denim jeans as she shifts her weight from foot to foot, also clutching at her stomach and letting off random, yet stinky and wet sounding poots; and then Adiutu, the black lady whose booty was equally as plump and juicy, but remarkably more noisy with her raunchy, uncontrollable farting, who seemed like she needed to go than both my and my other friend combined. On occasion, i would see both Adiutu and Linda press their fingers into the cleft of their big booties, pushing it into their butts as if to prevent themselves from releasing a little too much gas, or worse, something other THAN gas.

Arguably, i had it worse. Though both of my friends were wearing denim jeans, i was wearing a green pair of tight, leather spandex. Like Linda, who had blue denim jeans on, if i were to have an accident where i stood, I wouldn't be able to hide it; unlike me, however, Linda luckily had on a hoodie, and Adiutu's pair of denim jeans were black, making it so if she had an accident, it definitely wouldn't show as much. However, regardless of how much we would need to be careful, it wouldn't matter if we couldn't make it to the bathroom in time anyway. And as we continued to wait in line, I couldn't help but accidentally release a loud, wet sounding fart, that felt a little too hot for comfort...but as much as i wanted to ask my friends if i could skip the line, given how badly i needed to go, i knew that at this very moment, we all might just be up shits creek without a paddle...literally...