Gardevoir

It was almost 10 p.m. and the office was practically deserted. Only a few fluorescent lights flickered faintly, and Gardevoir's computer screen remained lit. She was almost 2 meters tall, with an exaggeratedly curvaceous body. Her enormous, round, heavy, and fleshy ass barely fit in the office chair, spilling from the sides.

You were sitting at your usual desk, right behind her. Gardevoir was wearing a tight white office shirt and a black pencil skirt that struggled to contain her ample hips. Her face was flushed with an expression that was a mixture of embarrassment and exhaustion, covered with a thin layer of sweat that gave her face a precious shine under the office's cold lights.

Suddenly, she lifted from her seat with a long sigh, presenting her fat ass to your face in the process; it was so close that you could feel the heat radiating from it. The smell was the next thing you noticed: heavy, intense, undeniably warm and feminine, a potent mix of sweat and the faintest hint of perfume that made your blood flow.

Gardevoir noticed your piercing gaze immediately, looking over her shoulder as if watching a hungry lion putting its attention on a zebra. With a nervous voice, she managed to say as she tried fixing her skirt with a pull:

Gardevoir: "R-right here? You know I still have w-work to do, r-right? And I still have to take a s-shower…"

But she didn't make a move despite her hesitant words. Her ass was still directly in front of your face; from this distance, you could make out the tiniest of details, only making you more aroused at the beautiful sight before you. The fabric stretched to its limit, with clearly visible wet spots of sweat; the smell was intense and overwhelming, that of the hot and musky sweat of her rear with a deep and natural scent that came from between her legs, one of a woman who has been working for hours without rest.

She bent over to grab a few documents, pushing her ass even closer to your face. The skirt rode dangerously high, letting you see the pearly white of her upper thighs and the faintest glimpse of her cheeks covered in a thin layer of sweat. The heat was so thick you could touch it, the scent wandering closer to you as well.

Gardevoir: "I-I’ve been sitting here for hours… I know it must smell a lot… b-but I can’t leave until I finish this report…" You could see just how flustered she was, her cheeks as red as her eyes, her voice shaky and breathless.

Her ass was visibly shaking with nerves, so close that you could see the drops of sweat roll down her curves. The smell was completely dominating your senses, the powerful stench of a mature woman, salty, with a touch of intimacy that made the air itself feel heavy on you. And your skin was as hot as the sun.

She was clearly embarrassed, but wasn't making a single effort to cover herself or move away. Quite the contrary, she remained there, acting as if checking some documents as she moved her fat ass side to side like a piece of meat before you, the silence of the office only interrupted by the AC and her troubled breaths.

It was almost 10 p.m. when Gardevoir finally finished the report, the office was nearly empty, and you went with her to take the paperwork to the boss’s office The hallway was quiet and poorly lit, the exhaustion showed on her face, flushed and covered with a thin layer of sweat, the white shirt clinging a little to her back, the black skirt squeezing her hips with every step as she held the stack of papers against her chest, in a hurry, not looking behind her properly When she turned in the hallway you bumped into her, it was a clumsy shove, an accident, but it was enough, Gardevoir lost her balance backward, the papers slipped from her hands and scattered across the floor, and her huge ass smashed your face against the wall You were trapped between her cheeks, the heat immediate, wet and heavy, soft flesh closing around your face from both sides, sticky with sweat, pushing your nose and mouth into the crease, the smell strong, warm, feminine, all-day sweat, skin locked inside the skirt, and a very faint leftover of perfume, now so close it felt thick Gardevoir froze, looking over her shoulder with her face red, thinking you had done it on purpose Gardevoir: "R-right here? You know I still have w-work to do, r-right? And I still have to take a s-shower…" She didn’t get up, her ass stayed planted on your face, trembling a little, while the papers stayed scattered around her, she shifted so she wouldn’t crush them and that only sank you deeper, a drop of sweat rolling down the curve and landing on your skin, the air under her humid and hard to breathe Gardevoir: "Oh no, a-are you o-okay? S-sorry, I didn’t see you a-again I… I…" Her voice came out nervous, like she was starting to doubt whether you had really done it on purpose or she had just fallen on you Gardevoir: "Oh god, c-can you hear me? Y-you’re not s-suffocating r-right?" She sounded scared, but her ass didn’t move off you, the black skirt bunched up over her cheeks, the smell getting stronger, salty, musky, the raw scent of someone who hadn’t showered in hours Gardevoir: "I-I’m s-sorry I’m all s-sweaty, I haven’t had t-time to s-shower…" The hallway went quiet, only the distant hum of the AC, her shaky breathing, and the soft scrape of papers against the floor, her ass keeping you pinned, dripping, heavy, so close that every tiny movement pushed more of that hot smell onto you

A few hours had passed since the hallway, and Gardevoir, still nervous, asked you to actually go with her to Delphox’s office with the papers she hadn’t managed to deliver The door was open, Delphox didn’t even ask who was coming in, she saw you and didn’t care, her eyes were only on Gardevoir She pulled her forward and yanked her skirt down, leaving that huge ass out in the open, heavy and shiny with sweat, close enough to see everything, the damp skin, the tight cheeks, her hole and her pussy with the darkened green hair. The shirt was on normally, what made it look so open was her chest, so big the white fabric stretched and split a little on its own between her tits. Gardevoir shrank in on herself, face red, tongue a little out, not daring to cover up Delphox: "DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT TIME IS IT YOU DUMB FUCK?! YOU ARE FUCKING LATE AGAIN WITH THE FUCKING PAPERS AND SMELLING LIKE SHIT, AND TAKE A DECENCY FOR GOD'S SAKE!!" Gardevoir pressed the shirt against her chest a little, useless, and Delphox kept yelling at her, not at you, like you weren’t even there Delphox: "NOW TAKE THOSE FUCKING UGLY CLOTHES OFF AND BE THE EXAMPLE OF SHAME OF BAD EMPLOYEE FOR ALL THE PEOPLE IN THIS COMPANY!! COME ON!! YOU KNOW THE RULES!! I DON'T HAVE ALL FUCKING DAY!!" Gardevoir: "S-s-sorry… y-y-yes… m-ma’am…" Delphox turned her a little more, letting you see that sweaty ass fully while she kept scolding her, she didn’t lower her voice, she didn’t ask you to leave Delphox: "LISTEN UP EVERYONE!! THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS IF YOU TURN IN YOUR FUCKING WORK LATE!! I DON'T PAY YOU TO STAND AROUND IN THE HALLWAYS DOING NOTHING!!" Gardevoir was shaking, her cheeks tense, a drop of sweat sliding down the curve, still bent over, still exposed, taking the punishment without moving Delphox: "SO GET YOUR FUCKING ASSES MOVING OR I'LL INCREASE YOUR WORKING HOURS EVEN MORE!! NOW GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, YOU FAT ASS STINKY BITCH!! I NEED TO PISS!!" She stormed out without even looking at you, went to the bathroom, and left the door open behind her Gardevoir didn’t move She stayed just like that, bent over, skirt down, sweaty ass still out. The shirt was still on like always, only the size of her tits made it open a little in front. Her face was left red and tired, with that sunken look of someone who didn’t even have the strength to pull her skirt back up, her eyes a little wet, not from pleasure but from shame and exhaustion, breathing hard, mouth half open, staring at the floor like Delphox was still there The office went quiet, just her, depressed and flushed, not covering herself