Meanwhile...
Jessi happily jiggled and shimmied down the street, still in the wrinkled and food-stained attire that she had been wearing during her “date” with Kyle. She hummed a tune as she walked (or at least attempted to, her pitch so off that most people could hardly recognize notes), a huge smile plastered over her entire face. “How could life get like, any better?! I’ve got my first ever <i>real</i> boyfriend, and he’s the most perfectest thing evers!!! Hehehe!” She received a few looks for talking so loud and to herself, but got more than that just from her appearance, not that she would ever notice.
The formerly cute ducky-shirt hadn’t gotten any better since she left the apartment, in fact it was decidedly worse. The tear had only grown with every couple of steps, and now that she was out in the blazing sun again, she had completely sweated through the material once more. Now completely smeared and stained with both food <i>and</i> sweat, the shirt had also shrank quite a bit due to the wetness, and not only showed off her nipples through the thin fabric but slid up to show off the pudge of her tummy and hold her breasts like an over-used sports bra.
Of course, this was nothing compared to her skirt (also completely soaked in sweat). The tiny thing allowed her humongous bum to spill both out the top and the bottom, and did even less to keep in the smell of the complete swamp that was her ass, let alone the almost constant barrage of—PPPHHRRRAAAAPPPPPTTTT!!! “Hehe, ‘scuse me.”
Needless to say, it didn’t take long for people to start crossing the street to avoid this very smelly (albeit beautiful) behemoth of a girl, and those who were too taken up in the over-exposure of her assets were quickly shown the errors of their ways. But as usual, Jessi was completely unaware of everyone else. Why should she care anyway? She had a more than loving boyfriend, who accepted her for <i>everything</i> she was, why would she need anything else? “Hehehe, I mean, he’s sooooo- SSPPPRRRLLLTTT! –cute! And handsome… And hot-” Jessi’s skin quickly turned pink remembering Kyle in his boxers, not to mention when he was only in his towel… She suddenly startled out of her revere, wiping off a stream of drool from her chin that had dribbled into her cleavage before she continued on her walk.
“No, no, no! Naughty! Anyways… SSpppplllrrrfffftttt—PRAPT!!! I mean, he’s just so like, totally awesome! He let me sit with him… He cuddled with me all night… He took me out to eat… And he was even with me when I went potty a few times!!!” If Kyle had been there, he may have had a few choice corrections, but he was currently “continuing a nap” he no doubt deserved. Jessi had been a little disappointed that he hadn’t been up for coming with her, but it was alright, she’d just have to make up for the lost time later! PPPPHHHRRRAAASSSTTT!!!
By the time Jessi had made it to the gym, she was making multiple squelching sounds from multiple places on her body, be it from her shoes now sopping wet with sweat, her breasts as they jiggled and slapped together, or her ass cheeks as they clapped and jostled with every step; all only adding to the “music” of her body that included her horrendously out-of-tune humming and of course her farts. Jessi walked in with her smile re-plastered on her face, and practically a skip (or at the very least a violent jiggle) in her step.
Although not everyone in the gym smelled like roses, Jessi was in a league of her own, stench billowing out from her as she made her way to the locker rooms. She walked into a room almost completely packed with mostly smiling women in many stages of mid-dress, some even just gossiping happily. But mere seconds after entering many of the locker room lurkers were no longer smiling-- SSSSSPPPPRRRAAASSSSHHHHTTTT!!! SSSPPPLLLOOOORORRRRSSSSHHHHH!!! “’Scuse me. Hehe.”
If the smell of her BO wasn’t enough to fill the air with stink that overpowered all else, Jessi’s farts definitely did the trick. Many of the room’s occupants visibly turned green as the smell washed over everything, quickly filling the room with her nauxious cloud. The more opinionated of the women immediately wanted to know who was the cause for this stench and to deal with the problem one way or another… Of course, when they saw how much of a behemoth Jessi was (an intimidating fact for those who didn’t know her), people generally decided it was best to avoid her than confront her, especially when an especially raunchy and wet-sounding fart ripped from her buns… SSSPPPREEEEESSSHPPPRRRAAAAPPPTTTTTPpllluuuuurrrrfffftttBLURP!!!
In no time, even the hardiest of gym-goers were sent running for the hills, half-naked or not, leaving Jessi completely alone with her stink. “Hmmm, I wonder why everyone was in such a hurry all of a sudden? SPPRRPPPTT! I always seem to get here just, like, when everyone else is leaving!” Jessi continued beaming her trademark smile as she made her way past the “Reserved Only” section and to the very back corner of the locker room.
Although almost the entire locker room was claimed, the occupied lockers thinned out more and more as Jessi got closer to her destination, until a noticeable (by all but Jessi herself) barrier of un-occupied lockers could be seen on all sides of one locker in particular… Jessi’s. A practically visible stench was seeping from every vent of the abhorrent “holding cell”, the smell so overpowering that it was seeping out of most of the lockers around it as well.
Of course Jessi paid this no mind, continuing to hum to herself as she reached the locker and bent down (her ass now even more exposed in the process) and opened the latch. “I keep meaning to get like, one of those cool spinny locky thingies, but I forgot again… Oh well, no one has stolen anything yet, so it must be okay! Hehe!” With a flick of her finger, the locker door flew open as if she had just loosed some horrible demon, clothes that had been trapped unwashed for who-knows-how-long pouring out onto the floor like some sick lumpy sludge.
Jessi looked on with her mouth agape in horror. “Oh… my… gosh… My locker’s like… almost totally full already! I might have to start another one… I mean, I’m sure there are only like… 10 or 15 outfits in here, and I’ve only worn each of them like, a couple dozen times!” It was a sad fact that anyone who actually knew Jessi would be more surprised that she actually knew what a dozen was than that she was horrified of her locker for the completely wrong reason.
After much jostling, jiggling, squelching, sweating, and farting, Jessi eventually managed to shove all of her clothes back into the locker, even being able to add all the clothes from her bag, at least until she got to Kyle’s stuff. “Oh my gosh, it’s like, sooo totally nice that he let me use his bag like that! Hehehe, he’s soooo awesome!” Slinging the backpack with Kyle’s remaining wearable clothes (by some miracle not too horribly worse for the wear) onto her shoulders, she started to walk back out of the gym to return Kyle’s backpack before she suddenly realized she hadn’t actually done what she’d come here to do… “Hmmmm-- SSPPPLLLRRRRPPPPTTT!!! --mmm… I guess me pushing those clothes back into the locker can count as my workout… Anyway, I want to get back to KyKy! But… PPPHHLLLRRTTT! I suppose I should like, still grab my after workout victory snacky!”
To no small relief of everyone in the gym, Jessi quickly made her way out of the front doors, though most knew better than to enter the locker room for at least 15 minutes (if not an hour or two). Quickly turning towards the strip of food-shops that had conveniently popped up right next to the gym, Jessi wiggled and wobbled her way to the nearest (and her favorite) ice cream shop, “Gut-Bustin’ Debbie’s”.
Debbie, the owner of the establishment, was an all around normal woman now in her 30’s (more on the upper side than she’d like to admit). Her stick-straight dishwater-blonde hair went down to an only modest pair of breasts, and though her waist and hips had become decidedly less modest over the years, she still considered herself quite a looker. Her noteworthy southern drawl and all around fantastic hospitality had ensured her little niche of an ice cream parlor had become quite popular and self-sufficient, but that wasn’t her only secret…
Although the shop had originally been known simply as “Debbie’s Ice Cream Parlor”, it had quickly earned the “Gut-Bustin’” moniker due to its seemingly impossible food challenge. It consisted of a scoop of every flavor in the store (all 27 of them), even an extra-large scoop of the dreaded pride and joy of the shop, Debbie’s own Triple-Choco-Caramel-Cookie Dough-Swirl, with one hour to eat every last scoop. The challenge required a bet of $100, with a promise of doubling said bet if completed, and even allowed for up to 3 contestants to team up, if you made the bet triple or nothing. Of course, most people immediately scoffed at the deposit, but Debbie had been able to swindle countless boys by getting them to try to show off, even groups of girls just coming off of a failed workout routine at the nearby gym. And to this day, even if all 26 other flavors were polished off, no one was ever able to finish even the one scoop of “T-Triple C-D Swirl”. Well, <i>almost</i> no one.
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