Kitten and the Pig

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The following story relays the event of the night before Chapter 5 of the Chubby Bully story (https://.com/s/the-chubby-bully-and-her-himbo-ch-05), from Kitten’s perspective.

[Warning: This story contains vivid descriptions of a sweaty, nasty, stinky ass and pungent farts. If you do not like fat Girls Who Stinks Good, then no need to read any further.]

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“Kitten, I want you to visit Jess tonight,” Mistress ordered while looking me straight in the eyes.

I didn’t like Jessica very much. She was Mistress’ mean ex-girlfriend who occasionally shared our bedroom. Okay, she was wonderful in bed, and I loved when she sat her fat ass on me, but I didn’t love the way Mistress gazed at her when they were in the same room.

“Yes, Mistress, as you wish.” I would’ve done anything for her, so of course I said yes. “But, huh… Why do you want me to go see her?”

“She’s feeling a bit down right now. She’s having some troubles with Scott; She could use a cute little pick-me-up.”

She rubbed my cheek, making me blush.

I liked Scott. He was a nice dude, and devastatingly handsome. But mostly, the more time he spent with Jessica, the less time Jessica spent with Mistress.

“Do I tell her you sent me?” I asked.

“No. Make up an excuse, like that I’m training a new pet and kicked you out of the dorm room. And bring her food, she gets a lot of comfort from food.”

“I bet she does…” I whispered.

“What was that?” Mistress’ voice turned sharp, making my eyes widen and my heart beat faster.

“I- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-“

“Listen to me, Kitten.” She grabbed me by the chin to make me look her in the eyes. “Tonight, you are submitting to Jessica. She will be your Mistress until tomorrow, when you come back to me. Is that understood?”

“Y-Yes Mistress.” I tried and failed to stop my voice from trembling.

“You do not disrespect her, you do not disobey her, you do not displease her. Compris?”

“Yes Mistress.”

She stared down at me for a moment. The height difference between us made it even more intimidating.

“Good,” she eventually relented. “Put on something slutty and get on your way.”

While Mistress watched, I put on a tight black dress and a white thong, then put my long red hair into a ponytail. I added some subtle pink to my lips, but I didn’t add anything around my eyes; Jessica’s big sweaty butt would definitely end up sending any kind of eyeshadow or eyeliner running down my cheeks.

For good measure, Mistress taped my cunt. Jessica knew that I was being trained to be anal only, but Mistress told me that it wasn’t a bad idea to give her a reminder, in case she got any ideas.

She kissed my forehead tenderly, and I knew that everything would be alright.

After buying some cheap fast food from what Mistress had told me was Jessica’s favorite burger joint, I went to her apartment.

I knocked once, then twice. I was about to knock a third time when the door opened. The little chain was on, so there was only a sliver through which I could see the thick redheaded bully staring back at me. She looked messy, and I could smell the stench of booze. She had a huge septum ring coming out of her nose, and big lips that I kinda maybe potentially very much wanted to kiss.

“The fuck you want,” she said, clearly intoxicated.

“I…” I tried to think of something to say, but nothing came out.

Her eyes panned down over my body, and she stopped on the greasy paper back I was holding. Her thick eyebrows went up.

She closed the door, unlatched the chain, opened it again and then grabbed the front of my dress to pull me into her apartment.

“Kitten, Kitten, Kitten,” she whispered while holding onto me. “You’re dressed like a cheap whore.”

I… was. My dress barely went halfway down my thighs, and I could feel my small bubble butt swallowing my tiny underwear. Jessica, on the other hand, was dressed like a depressed loner.

She wore grey sweats covered in stains, and like me, she wasn’t wearing a bra. Unlike me, however, she had massive boobs, and they sagged a little without the support of a bra.

She had her thick-rimmed glasses on, and let her mane of wavy red hair run loose. Despite the outfit, she looked rather cute, thanks to her gorgeous face.

She grabbed the bag and looked inside, a smile beaming across her face.

“Nice,” she said while peering at the three burgers and the accompanying fries.

I thought she had forgotten about me, but the harsh grasp on my wrist as she pulled me into her living room told me that she didn’t solely think about food at that moment.

She annihilated the entire content of the bag in record time. One of those burgers had been for me, but I had been too shy to tell her that while she was shoving it down her gullet.

Drops of ketchup and mayonnaise fell onto her sweatshirt, and she wiped her chubby greasy fingers over her sweatpants. Throughout the meal, she grabbed marmaris escort the bottle of Jack Daniel on her living room table and drank from it directly. She belched a few times, each one louder than the last.

She did all of this while never taking her hand off my wrist. She was rubbing her thumb gently against my skin.

She was kinda disgusting. Knowing that I was to submit to someone so piggish was humiliating.

So, then… Why did I find it so hot? Why did humiliation and degradation make me so fucking wet? Why did I crave to be dominated by this fat dirty Pig?

When she was done eating, she turned her head slightly towards me.

“Why are you here?” Her voice was uneven, unsure, maybe even a bit sad. “Did Josie send you?”

“No,” I lied. “Well, not exactly. She kicked me out of the dorm because she’s training a new sub right now. Can I sleep here with you?”

She turned to face me fully, meeting my eyes. I tried to maintain eye contact, but the strength of her gaze rivaled Mistress’.

“So, I got you all to myself for the night?” She asked, suddenly sounding a bit predatory.

“Hum hum,” I nodded.

“And you’re a dumb little sub. That means you’ll do anything I ask.”

She moved onto me, putting her knees on either side of me and pinning me in place. Her stench was assaulting my nose, and somehow making me even hornier. I wanted to stick my nose against her skin.

Then, she took off her top, revealing her enormous sweaty breasts. I had always found them amazing, but they still made me swoon every time.

“Aren’t they pretty?” She asked, grabbing her tits and rubbing them on either side of my face.

I knew that Jess had a lot of self-esteem issues, but her chest was not on the list. She had wonderful tits, and she damn well knew it.

“They’re-” A mouthful of boobs interrupted my sentence, and I kissed her flesh until a large nipple found its way to my lips. I sucked it diligently, hearing her moan above me. She slid a hand under her waistband, and I felt her rubbing herself right on top of me.

Eventually, she freed my mouth, and I rushed to praise her.

“They’re marvelous! Wonderful! Perfect! God, I love your tits so much!”

She bent down and grabbed me by the cheeks, her eyes hooded a little. Before she said anything, she burped right in my face, the stench of booze and grease washing over.

“Oo-oops, sorry, kitty.” Her tone, amd the clumsy wink, suggested that she wasn’t truly sorry.

She made a weird face, and then let out a loud fart that reverberated through my legs.

“Oh boy. I’ve been eating a lot of junk today. I hope you don’t mind.” She punctuated her last sentence by booping me on the nose with each word, which was probably her way of saying that she didn’t actually care whether or not I minded.

The stench of her gas floated up to my nose. I would be this greasy gassy pig’s plaything all night long. I was horrified; Not by the situation itself, but rather by how much I was looking forward to it.

“She still doesn’t let you use your pussy, right?” Jessica whispered in my ear.

“N-No. Mistress is training me to be anal only.”

“Do you like it?”

I nodded, my face brushing against her humongous tits. They were so much bigger than mine.

“That’s pretty hot, not gonna lie. I guess I’m not supposed to touch it, then?” Her breathe was warm and spicy against my neck and ear. My hands instinctively went up to caress her love handles. Fuck, I wanted that Pig to ravage me.

“Mistress taped it,” I whispered between weak breaths. “But you can… you can play with my butthole… if you want… please… “

Jessica giggled, her whole body shaking against my much thinner frame. My legs were falling asleep beneath all that weight.

“How about we move this to the bedroom? I’m gonna make you eat my fat greasy coochie.”

I’m pretty sure I purred when she said that.

She got up, taking her warm flesh away from me. My dress was drenched in her sweat.

She moved towards the bedroom, topless, then turned with an angry scowl when she saw I wasn’t following.

“Sorry, my legs are asleep a little…”

She scoffed, then added, “bring the bag, I’m pretty sure there are fries left at the bottom.

I eventually rose, despite my bottom half still full of crawling ants.

I grabbed the junk food bag, and there were indeed a few fries left in the bottom. I ate one. It was cold, and it wasn’t very good.

When I entered the bedroom, a pair of smelly sweatpants flew right at my face, followed by the Pig’s mean laugh.

She let out a satisfied sigh, then laid down on her back. I approached her, clutching her pants, smelling the very strong scent of her crotch. I didn’t know how long she had been wearing those, but I guessed it was more than one day.

“Fries,” she ordered, without even looking at me.

I handed her the bag, and she just dumped the content marmaris escort bayan over her mouth before throwing the empty brown paper to the floor. She happily munched the cold fries while I sheepishly climbed on the bed beside her.

She wore nothing but a plus size pair of pink panties. A huge fiery bush peeked out from under the waistband, which made me salivate a little. I hadn’t seen her naked in at least a month, and she had a lot less hair the last time. I also noticed some thick red hairs peeking out from under her armpits, though those were a lot less wild than the forest between her legs.

I opened my mouth but didn’t know what to say. Jessica talked first, interrupting my feeble attempt to find something to say.

“Tonight, call me… Mistress Pig.”

I nodded vigorously, then realized she had her eyes closed. “Yes, Mistress Pig.”

” Good girl. “

I blushed and let out a pathetic little giggle. She opened her eyes and watched me, then gestured at me with her finger. “Clothes. Off.”

I nodded and swiftly doffed everything. I was fully naked in front of her, with the only thing resembling clothes being the duct tape over my pussy. The words “Anal Only” were written on the tape in black ink.

“Come sit that cute little butt up here,” she added while pointing to her lips.

I climbed on top of her, and then yelped when she grabbed onto my thighs to pull my bottom against her face. She dove right in, biting one buttcheek and digging her fingers in the other hard enough to leave bright red marks. I felt like I was being groped by a wild beast. The fact that my face stood inches away from her smelly hairy cunt helped with that image.

Her chubby legs rose up and she locked them behind my head, pulling me down against her crotch. The stench was overpowering, and I couldn’t get enough of it. The entire fabric of her panties felt damp, either from her sweat or her lust I couldn’t know for sure.

When she stopped chewing on my ass, she moved her mouth against my asshole, and the next part made me see stars.

With my face still shoved against a thick unwashed bush, I felt a tongue pushing against my sensitive shithole. Mistress had been training me for months to be her perfect little anal plaything, up to conditioning me to be able to cum from rectal stimulation. Jessica’s tongue was very stimulating.

She was like a frenzied pig eating slop, her tongue moving in and out of me aggressively. It was a mind-shattering rimjob, and in the middle of it she began stinking up the room with more greasy farts. With my head between her legs, I was right above her blast zone, which meant my nose was filled with her anal miasma when I came.

I didn’t want to believe that her stinky gas had a positive impact on my orgasm, because it would mean one more embarrassing kink that Mistress could use to humiliate me. Nevertheless, I was breathing in her disgusting farts in the middle of a powerful climax, and I let out a series of muffled ecstatic cries in her pubes.

I didn’t get much time to relax, because she shoved me on my back and then climbed on top of me. Her panties landed on my chest, and then I only saw her naked hairy ass for a second before everything turned dark. She had to know I had no way to breathe beneath that massive rump, but my lungs were obviously low on her list of priorities.

Her asscrack was hellish and heavenly all at once. My tongue and my nostrils were thoroughly marked by her damp, stinky, hairy crack. To make matters worse…

*FFFFRRRrrrrrrt*

“Oh! Right on your cute little face! I would say sorry, but we both know I don’t give a shit.” *burp* “You’re gonna sniff my farts, and you’re gonna thank me for it.”

She bent forward allowing me to breathe enough air to survive another minute, even if it was mixed with her ungodly anal stench.

“Th-Thank you, Mistress Pig, for allowing me to smell your disgusting farts!”

“Tha’s good. Good little fart cushion.”

While she allowed me to breathe, I took a moment to watch her beautiful behind. There were plenty of thick red hairs growing up and down between her cheeks, and her asshole was swollen and red. She had probably played with it during the day, or had done some rough anal sex in recent days.

My tongue moved forward on its own, eager to get another taste of Jessica’s bitter pucker. Before that day, I hadn’t quite understood how efficient Mistress’ training had been, how much it made me crave to eat ass.

I tried to move my head up, letting out faint noises as I fruitlessly tried to reach the prized smelly hole in front of me.

“Do you hear yourself? Fuck you’re pathetic. Utterly obsessed with assholes and anal. You want that shitter around your tongue so much? Well, here you go.”

I trembled with glee, and she sat back down on my face. I’d tasted her hole before (and kissed her in a few places) so I was able to pinpoint some of the marmaris eskort tastes lingering on her anus. The hole itself had its own flavor, musky and bitter, in a trashy way that made it exquisite. There was also sweat and the faint notes of pussy juice, but I also recognized the taste of her lube (she and Mistress bought the same brand), confirming my suspicions that she had stretched herself during the day.

*PFFFfffffffffff*

She let out a satisfied “Oohh,” probably because the expulsion of gas from her bowels to my nose relieved some of the pressure within her.

“That’s far from the last one,” she added before dumping out another fart.

I licked and I licked and I licked while she continued to turn her bedroom into a pungent methane hotbox. At some point, her hands grabbed my legs to pull them up, bringing my asshole closer to her. She spat on her left hand and began fingering me, making me moan obscenely against her wrinkled pucker.

I lost track of time, as the lack of oxygen and the intense anal pleasure took over me. She stayed on top of me for ten, or twenty, or thirty minutes, and then moved off moments before I was about to climax from getting my hole finger-banged.

She slumped on the bed beside me, leaving me panting and dizzy. Her large panties were stuck to my chest from all the body fluids that permeated them, and I could see the discolored inner lining, surrounded by faded yellow stains. The urge got the better of me, and I brought her days-old dirty panties to my nose. It smelled horrible, and I hated myself a little for how horny the stench made me.

“Jesus, you’re pathetic,” Jessica muttered, nevertheless watching me with wide excited eyes. “Can’t get enough of me, can’t you?”

“Stinks so much… Mistress Pig’s stench…” I mumbled through the fabric.

“So, you’re a pathetic little panty sniffer, aren’t you?”

I nodded. My hand went down between my legs, past the duct tape and onto my asshole. I gently circled around the spit-covered sphincter while I continued to sniff her nasty undergarments like the kinky little freak I was.

“Stop that,” she ordered.

I froze for a second, then put my hands to my sides.

“You’ve got a cunt to eat,” Jessica reminded me, while shoving her fingers between her thick wet folds.

I dearly wished to be her good little pet, so I obeyed as swiftly as I could. But, just as I got between her legs, ready to eat her out, she harshly grabbed me by the forehead.

“Tut tut tut,” she muttered. “That dumb little tongue of yours was just in my shitpipe. Go wash your mouth, then come back.”

My cheeks turned bright red. She was so right, and I felt so stupid. I could’ve given her a UTI or something, and it would all have because I was so eager to please.

“I’m s-sorry. I’ll be back.”

“Don’t take too long, you dumb bimbo.”

As I got up, she gave me a slap on the rear.

The thing with Jessica was that she was surprisingly strong under all that fat. And now, with her inhibitions annihilated by half a bottle of whisky, she put no control at all in the force of her hand.

I waddled to the bathroom, stifling tears as the sharp pain of a single slap felt like my ass had been mauled by a bear.

I’d been spanked before; Mistress had a large collection of whips, paddles and floggers. But Jessica’s hand still hit like a truck, and I needed to take a moment to breathe, hands clutching the rim of her sink while I calmed down.

Eventually, the pain subsided enough for me to focus on the task at hand.

After washing my mouth, I came back to the bedroom to find Jess sprawled all over the bed with her eyes closed. Maybe she was already sleeping? It would’ve been a shame, I was really looking forward to eating her out…

“What are you waiting for, kitty?” Her voice made me jump. Not sleeping then. I crawled up on the bed, getting between her thick jiggly thighs, and I lowered my mouth into the delicious pungent bush. I kissed her pubis, and then moved my lips down against hers.

The taste of her ass was strong, but her cunt was no picnic either. Her slimy vulva almost felt like it kissed me back considering the amount of pungent fluids it spewed out against my mouth. And when I brought my tongue against her clit, she let out the most wonderful pig moans I had ever heard, completely decadent and unabashed.

Her hand grabbed my hair and forced me down hard. I was hers tonight, and we both knew it. I loved being her plaything a lot more than I would’ve admitted, and she obviously enjoyed having me to play with.

I kissed, licked and sucked, desperate to prove my worth and bring her pleasure.

She trembled all over when I began a continuous assault on her clit, and her grip on my hair grew harsher.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck, I’m gonna cum! Don’t you fucking stop licking! I’m so close!”

Her voice got strangled and her whole body bucked against my face when she did cum. I was glad she wasn’t a squirter; I wouldn’t have put it past her to let me drown between her legs.

After her orgasm, she grabbed me and pulled me against her as easily as one would handle a doll, and she held me tight against her chest.

Before I knew it, the sheets were over us and I was trapped in a warm sweaty embrace.

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