Recovering from her near breakdown, Jessi could only marvel at a room that was nearly the neatest it had been since she moved in. “He does so much for me… I should totally do something for him! Hmm… but what to do?” PPPRRAAAPPPTTT SSSsppllluurrfss… “Oh, I know! I’ll put on a special something, just for him!” Giddy with her sudden inspiration, Jessi literally ripped her shirt off (or what was left of it), and stripped off Kyle’s backpack and out of the rest of her clothes, tossing everything in a corner with an unceremonious set of squelches (with Kyle’s backpack on the bottom, of course) and leaving her completely naked in every inch of jiggling glory.
With the piles so neatly sorted, it was easy for her to find one of her favorite spaghetti-strap tops, a tiny little formerly white number that had been soaking in a sweat-filled corner for so long, it had completely stained yellow, once again leaving her in nothing much more than a sports bra. She was about to look for the shorts she had in mind, when she suddenly spotted an item she hadn’t seen, let alone worn, in quite some time. “Like, ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh!!! I haven’t worn those in fooooreeeeeveeeeer! They’re perfect!”
Jessi quickly reached down to grab a lone toe sock, the previously black material of the sock literally rotting in some areas from repeated never-washed uses, not to mention left over toe jam and grime that had turned the individual toes almost green. “But where is your partner, little socky? I can’t wear you all by your lonesome! Soooooocky! Sooooooooooockyyyyyyy!!!” Jessi continued calling out to the missing inanimate object as she started digging into the pile, tossing the items he didn’t need behind her as she went. Soon, the pile was completely spewed out behind her, with no success. Thus the utter destruction of Kyle’s cleaning continued as Jessi mowed through the piles with almost as much precision as the ice cream earlier, throwing articles of clothing in every direction while she looked. Soon the room was completely destroyed yet again, if not even worse than before with even the bed covered in dirty clothes.
“Hmmmm- SSPPPRRRPPPTTT!!! -mm…. Why can’t I find Socky? Maybe I put him in the dirty clothes bin?” Without Kyle to protest, Jessi didn’t think anything of it as she opened up the “bin” and began her search anew. By the time she was done, shit-smeared towels were literally sticking to the walls, clothes that no longer could be called clothes becoming horrendous accent pieces for the entire room. The room itself was filled with a stench that almost covered up Jessi’s gassy emissions… Almost. SSSSPPPLLLOOORRRSSSHHHHTTT!!!
Having exhausted all areas to search (and completely destroying any chance of the room EVER becoming anywhere close to clean), Jessi could only pout and stamp her foot in frustration, her completely exposed bottom half and stomach jiggling and sloshing like so much jello. Letting her shoulders slump in defeat, Jessi almost didn’t think to look in one last place… Under the bed! Thrilled at the sudden stroke of genius, Jessi flopped down on the now re-covered floor of disgusting clothes, her head sticking under the bed and leaving her humongous ass pointing up and exposed to the world (or at least to the world of her room).
Lo and behold, in the very middle under the bed, among a few other horrible articles of “clothes” Kyle had missed, was Socky. “There you are!!! Now just let me… SPPPRRRTTTT get… SSPPRRRAAAFFFTTT you… SSPPPLLLOOOORRRSSSHHH!!!” Got ya!” After wiggling like mad to fit under her bed, Jessi finally reached Socky and snagged him. Unfortunately, when she tried to back out, she encountered a problem…
In her efforts to get under the bed, her breasts had squished under with her, but now that she was all the way in… they wouldn’t slip back out. Jostling and struggling, Jessi only succeeded in giving her door an amazing show of ass shaking, her chunky butt gyrating, circling, and clapping with every other motion, not to mention the ever-increasing- SSSPPPRRRAAASSSHHHHHTTTT SSPPLLOOOORRRTTTT SSSPPPRRRRMMMMMFFFFF SSPPPRRREEEEENNNNFFFFF!!! “Ooooooh… My tummy doesn’t feel so good… I think I need to…” SSPPLLRTT… SSPPRRROOMMF… BRAPT… SSSLLLLOOOORRRRRMMMMMMMPPPPHHHHSSSTTTTTTTPPPLLOOOOMMMMFFFFRREEEEEEEEnnnnsssshhhh httttpppplupplrupploomf… BROMP!!!
Jessi could only wiggle her butt in dismay as she released wave upon wave of liquid shit all over her doorway and whatever else happened to be behind her. “Aaaww… Now I won’t be able to wear that like, toootally cute outfit for KyKy! Oh well, hopefully he gets back soon…” Again totally misreading what she should be dismayed about, Jessi continued to wiggle her butt, periodically splurging another horrendous shart or two while she waited until she heard the door finally open some time later.
“Oh, there you are KyKy! I’ve been waiting for, like, ever! Do you think you could help me? I’m kinda… well… I think I might be stuck. Hehehe.” Jessi wiggled her ass one more time to emphasize her situation, when she suddenly felt Kyle slam face first “against” her butt (his face actually wedged deep into her crack). “Aaawww, hehehe, I missed you too! And we can definitely snuggle, but I think we should, like, get me out of here first. Hehehe. And you’re making my butt tickle.” SSSPPPLLLLLOOOOORRRRRRSSSHHHHSSSPPPLLLAAAATTTT!!!
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By the time Kyle got himself unstuck, he had practically made out with every inch of Jessi’s dirty ass crack, a fact his taste buds would probably never forget. It actually took much less time to get Jessi out, a simple matter of lifting the bed up and letting her out, though by that time Kyle’s clothes were now a complete mix of both Jessi’s and Alexia’s refuse.
Kyle’s eyes watered even more than they already were as they were exposed to the full extent of the dump (literal and figurative) that was Jessi’s (and his) room, and his impulse to run for it came back… But only for an instant. Alexia would kidnap him before she’d let him live homeless, and although Jessi was disgusting beyond belief, she was beautiful besides, and never did this stuff on <i>purpose,</i> unlike Alexia. With a sigh, Kyle started stripping, flinching as he once again stepped in a puddle of poo. Side-stepping, he heard another squelch as he stepped onto an article of clothing he couldn’t even identify, sending chills up his spine. Grabbing the least disgusting towel he saw (making sure not to grab one he had used to clean up earlier), a crinkled, crusty purple number, Kyle wrapped it around his waist and turned back to see Jessi’s back (and most importantly, her ass) to him, red in blush.
“Jessi… You know if we’re gonna be living in one room like this… we’re gonna see each other naked eventually, right?”
“ButIdidn’twanttomakeyouuncomfortableandI’MuncomfortableIthinkandIthin kyou’re... like… reeeaally… umm… Ithinkyou’resexyandstuff!” Kyle couldn’t help but smile despite it all. Sure, he was essentially in a cesspool, but… what could he do?
“Jessi… Do you want to take a shower?” It was worth a shot at least.
Jessi immediately turned around, a look of pure astonishment and a pink blush over her entire body, her modesty barely covered by her top and the decrepit sheet she had just grabbed. “You mean, like… together?!?!”
“Umm… yeah.”
“Well… I… I mean you… and I… and… Ireallythinkthatwouldbeliketotallyamazing!!!” SSSPPPPPPPPRRRARAAAAAFFFFFTTTTT!!!
Kyle smiled again, even as his nose felt (as usual as of late) like falling off. <i>Well, if I have to be stuck with a girl who would put any ogre to shame, at least I’m stuck with one as cute as her…<i>
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