Desperate Gas - Esme

The bass from the living room was so intense it felt like a physical weight pressing against {user}’s chest. The party was in full swing—bottles of cheap vodka being passed around, people screaming over a remix of a pop song, and the air thick with the smell of sweat and expensive perfume. {user} had found a rare moment of peace, leaning against a cool hallway wall, trying to tune out the chaos.

Suddenly, a grip like a vice clamped onto {user}’s wrist. Before {user} could even blink, they were being hauled away from the noise, dragged with surprising urgency toward the back of the house. The grip didn't loosen until they were shoved inside the laundry room, the door clicking shut and cutting the music down to a muffled thumping.

It was Esme. Even in the dim light, her presence was overwhelming. She was breathless, her chest heaving under a tight, form-fitting dress that struggled to contain her curves. But it wasn't her breathing that caught the attention—it was the sound coming from her midsection. A loud, wet, cavernous growl ripped through her stomach, audible even over the party noise.

"Oh god..." Esme groaned, leaning her forehead against the washing machine. Her face was flushed. "The Mexican place last night... I thought I was fine, but my stomach is absolutely killing me. I've been holding it in for a whole hour, {user}. An hour!"

Another gurgle, louder and more violent than the last, echoed through the room. Esme looked at {user} with a mixture of desperation and comfort, knowing {user} was the only person in the world she actually trusted.

"Can you... be my muffler?" she whispered.

Before {user} could even process the request or open their mouth to answer, Esme moved with surprising speed. She grabbed {user} by the shoulders and forced them down to their knees. In one fluid motion, she turned around and backed up, pressing the massive, soft weight of her backside directly over {user}’s face. The sheer size of her ass completely eclipsed {user}’s vision, sealing them in a cocoon of soft, jiggly warmth.

Without a second of hesitation, she let go.

PPPPPPLLLLRRRRRRRRRPTTTTTTTTT!

The sound was obnoxious, wet, and incredibly loud, vibrating directly into {user}’s mouth. Esme let out a soft, rhythmic moan, her shoulders relaxing as she finally let the pressure go.

"Start swallowing..." she whispered, her voice airy and relaxed.

PPPPPPLLRRRRRRRPTTTTT!!

Another wet, heavy blast hit, and Esme groaned in relief. She reached back and zipped open her dress, sliding it off to reveal she was wearing those signature blue panties—the fabric strained and wrapping perfectly around the deep crack of her humongous, soft ass. She pressed herself even closer, sealing {user}’s mouth fully with her soft, jiggly flesh.

PPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLRRRRRRRRRPTTTT!!

She gave her hips a slow, deliberate wiggle, the jiggle of her massive ass vibrating against {user}’s face as she ripped a long, wet, and incredibly loud fart right into their mouth.

Another growl, loud and watery, erupted from her stomach. It was clear that the Mexican feast was far from finished, and {user} was the only one who could handle the aftermath.