With the tiniest wiggle of her hips, Lulu’s monument of a butt was immediately sent into jiggling motion, locking your eyes to it once again despite the smelly predicament you now found yourself in. It’s like he’s practically hypnotized. I haven’t been THIS admired in… well, quite a long time. Not wanting to come down from this high by thinking too hard about missed opportunities, Lulu instead busied herself by staring hungrily at her new catch, not being able to help but lick her lips in anticipation.
Before her little admirer had shown up, Lulu had actually just been thinking she was annoyed at just how hot this Victoria’s Secret happened to be, and hoping that she wouldn’t inconvenience anyone with the sweat and no doubt smell she was accumulating under her chosen wool sweater and jeans while she tried on new undies. In fact, she had almost called the whole thing off. Who was she even buying all this for? Sure, her panties and thongs had become VERY ‘broken in’ (see also: overly distressed) with all the ass they constantly had to contend with, but it was always a struggle to get any of her clothes over the dump truck that was her butt (underwear, pants, or otherwise), so it wasn’t like her underwear’s condition was really anything new. No… if she was being honest with herself… she wanted someone who was hers to admire and to be admired in return, and she was settling for trying things on to admire herself instead.
And then, just as she had bent over to bring everything back without trying on a thing… she had spotted you coming under the door. Having forced down a bit of excitement at seeing a shrunken man, a sight she never truly believed she’d see again, she stayed (relatively) still to see what you did and not scare you off. You had come in for a reason, and regardless what it was, she wanted you to stay as she found herself instantly attracted to you (and not just your size), having decided that if you ran away at this point she’d need to give chase. Luckily… that hadn’t happened. In fact, as she had been staring at you, you had been staring at her, and it wasn’t until easily 5 minutes later before she was startled to see you try to run. Happily it had been very easy to stop you.
And now here you were, standing on a bench in the dressing room with her and hypnotized by her ass even in the beat up lace thong she’d had for years. If she’d known this was the situation she was going to be in, she definitely would have showered, or at least been sure she wasn’t quite THIS smelly back there, but the attraction of her ass was apparently enough to override any repulsion her sweat and smell should have caused. Lulu still couldn’t understand why you hadn’t at least complained about being farted on… after all even she thought it smelt terrible no matter how much of an accident it was. Lulu knew how insanely attractive she was to most men, but she also knew most of them could never actually handle everything that having a huge ass entailed. It was heavy. It sweat a LOT. No matter how recently it was cleaned, there would always be some kind of smell if someone spread the cheeks far enough and/or explored deep enough. And in her particular case, it could produce whirlwinds of gaseous explosions, silent but deadly like she just had or very loud… and just as, if not even more, deadly… and usually very wet either way.
Could you really handle her and all the ‘baggage’ that came with her humongous ass? Lulu hesitated for a moment… and then realized it didn’t ultimately matter. She had already promised herself she would never let a situation like this slip by again, and you’d already agreed to stay with her for an indeterminate amount of time, even with her getting butt juice and spewing an SDB all over you. What more did she really need? You’d either be able to handle all of her, or she’d have all the time in the world for you to get acclimated.
For all intents and purposes, you were now HERS, and she wasn’t going to let anyone, let alone her own hang-ups, change that if she could help it. And so, with one of her trademark wolfish grins, she pounced. “Actually, Cutie Pie, do you mind if I take a seat first? It’s pretty hot in here, if you haven’t noticed, and I had to put in QUITE a lot of effort to put on that show for you…”
You were startled out of a stupor for what felt like the umpteenth time now as Lulu addressed you, in awe but also embarrassed at her apparent power over you. “O-oh, of course, Lulu, g-go ahead.”
Lulu’s smile only became even more predatory at your reply. “Oh? You don’t mind? I mean, with how much space all these bras and undies are taking up, I thought you might be a little hesitant to share what’s left of the bench with me, but I’m glad my little man is willing to be so… supportive.”
You were a little confused at how suggestive what she was saying sounded, but too late, all became clear what she was teasing at as she turned around, her swampy cheeks audibly peeling as she bent over and they yawned apart, showing just how beat up and nearly falling apart her lace thong was, before she sat directly onto your diminutive form.
You expected to immediately be turned to a red spattering smear on Lulu’s ass, but the reality would be considered by some to be worse. Lulu’s ass cheeks had completely parted, then engulfed you as she settled down, easily devouring you in their crack as her mutilated thong material was being ground all over your body with you pinned on your back against the bench. The smell was… atrocious, and it didn’t take you long to realize that the only reason you weren’t making out with her asshole was because of the material of her thong which was currently emptying its soaked up ass sweat all over you. Trying to cry out… didn’t help either, as your mouth was immediately filled with swampy lace, and you found yourself unable to re-close it as ass sweat continually trickled from the soaked thong into your mouth like the worst cloth-gag ever, only somehow enhancing the smell of unbridled ass that was trying to permeate every part of your being.
Meanwhile, up above your sudden hell, Lulu was in absolute bliss, every tiny shift of her hips only smearing you against the deepest recesses of her crack and shooting huge waves of pleasure through her body. She knew it was probably quite unpleasant for you, but she easily convinced herself that this would only help you acclimate to your new life with her, and that she could always make it up to you later to keep you hooked if need be. In fact, she found herself addicted to playing innocent even as she was fairly obviously aware of every bit of the situation she was putting you through (and what was no doubt to be many more to come). So much so, in fact, that she decided then and there to just keep the game going indefinitely.
“Oh my… I have to admit, I wasn’t sure you could handle all of me, but you’ve definitely exceeded my expectations. You feel… absolutely divine, and my booty definitely approves of you being back there.” Giving a little hip wiggle, Lulu shivered in ecstasy as she felt you literally get tangled up in the lace of her thong. “Ooooohmph… And I see you approve of my choice in undies. I thought I needed to try on new pairs to entice you, but it looks like you’d prefer I just stick with my originals, huh? Well, I’m more than happy to oblige if that’s what you want...”
Lulu was practically drooling as you continued to send pleasure through her body, whether through your struggles or her own movements. She of course knew you couldn’t respond, and most likely didn’t agree with her statements, but she WAS sure that this kind of ‘play’ was much too fun for her to ever stop at this point. And besides, there was at least a chance that what she was saying was true… right? With a hearty chuckle, she very slowly got up, ensuring her movements didn’t disentangle you from the lace of her thong, at least until her cheeks had come back together and would ensure you’d be secure from the pressure of her butt-chub alone, even if you did get free from her undies.
Continuing the ‘fun’, she made a play at looking for you. “Cutie Pie? …Cutie Pie? Oh, I was going to say we should go so we don’t waste our time here, but I see you’re not willing to waste any time at all! I’m so happy you don’t mind spending this time with my butt; both me and my butt definitely appreciate it!”
You could only cringe at how oblivious Lulu apparently was, not really catching the ‘game’ that she was playing. Luckily for her, this meant you weren’t exactly mad at her, thinking at least part of this was your fault for not thinking through your response earlier. Unluckily for you, this viewpoint would probably not lead Lulu to stop her game anytime soon as she slipped her shirt back on and started the horrendously arduous process of pulling her jeans back up… with you inside them.
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2. Lulu (eventually) gets her pants up after an epic struggle (and both accidental and on purpose butt jiggling/smothering), and leaves the Victoria’s Secret with her ‘new man’ (you) in tow, ready to have a much more fulfilling rest of her day.
3. As Lulu gets her jeans up her thighs, she suddenly stops, thinking of more fun to be had. “Oh dear, here I was about to pull these jeans up over you, Cutie Pie. That would probably be so uncomfortable against your skin! Don’t worry, since you love the feel of my thong so much, I’ll put you on the inside of it to protect you!” To your dismay, Lulu ‘helps’ you by digging her thong out and putting you on the inside before digging it back in, ‘coincidentally’ positioning you with her butthole ‘kissing’ all over your face and the thong making sure you can’t escape (even as she commends you for ‘your’ boldness).
4. As Lulu buttons her jeans, you hear a horribly ominous gurgle from the other side of her thong. “Oh my… It looks like I’m very gassy Cutie Pie… It’s good to know my little man doesn’t mind one bit; I’m such a lucky woman!”
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