Kurxa’s BENCHMARK SPECIAL PART 3 (300 Watchers) - The chase

Kurxa’s BENCHMARK SPECIAL PART 3 (300 Watchers) - The chase

OK, firstly this benchmark series started off as a sort of a joke. I never knew I would have to revisit this ongoing story. If you are new, this benchmark series-

INTERLINKS with all the character stories involved. WHATEVER HAPPENS IN THIS PIECE WILL HAVE HAPPENED CURRENTLY IN THE CHARACTERS INDIVIDUAL STORIES!!! 😝WITH ALL CHARACTERS HAVING CONSCIOUS MEMORIES OF THESE EVENTS, WITH MEMORIES FROM THEIR OWN INDIVIDUAL STORIES 😝

THANKS FOR ALL WHO SHOW SUPPORT FOR MY WORK - 300 Watchers!! XD

enjoy

(It’s a long one… be comfortable XD)

Gathering his breath looking around, the jerky movement of the train jiggled the plump woman. Often bouncing off Kurxa, enough for him to notice the plump figured woman turned out to be far more ‘plump’ than he bargained for. With her jiggly butt bouncing on him more and more, he felt the girth of her butt cheeks dwarf his waist. Kurxa himself, paranoid being chased by Joyce, Terra, Auntie Grace AND GIANT Auntie Nelie. Wondered if the woman could feel bounce off her butt.

However..

As these OC’s were STILL infuriated by BARELY featuring in Kurxa’s content; wanting to teach him a lesson they were going to torture him to get their stories done and uploaded by force.

Pulling up to the next train station, people bundled on. Kurxa could hear ruckus but

SQUELCH!!

The plump woman’s butt was pressed up against him. People pushing past her flung her backwards into him. Finding himself squished up against a train wall. Her firm butt felt like two giant hams, held by two proud thick thighs which made Kurxa know he wasn’t going anywhere without her say.

Such an elegant fragrance, her fitted shirt radiated feminine confidence. Boasting giant bra straps in the back.

Every time the train jerked he could feel the extra plop of her weight onto him. She flicked her curly scorched-red hair in his face making him know, she was aware of the situation. As he could no longer hold back his boner it pointed between her cheeks, happily letting it lose the fight against quite a large butt.

“*KHRRRRR* EVERYBODY LISTEN UP!! ON THIS TRAIN THERE IS AN INDIVIDUAL NAMED KURXA… HE IS A WANTED MAN… HANDING HIM IN ALIVE WILL GRANT A HEFTY REWARD” Joyce’s voice rang loud on the tannoy, even her sitting on the train security could be heard from the mic.

Kurxa could hear Joyce, Terra and Auntie Grace marching along the platform

STOOOORLCH!!!

BAALCH!!

GUPLORCH?!!!

People were being smashed, trampled and beaten to pulp getting in these giant women’s path. The security guards got it the worst, facing gassy pileups from all three of them. As they came door to door looking for Kurxa.

Hearing them close in on him. The plump woman leantoff his throbbing cock. Swiftly threw him into a seat, (a seat which the legs sides were hidden). Kurxa barely landed before he-

“Oh My g-Er-I’m…”

GHMN-PLOARCH!!

The plump lady’s butt was denied by the two poles, yet landed a hefty plop on Kurxa’s lap once she forced through.

Her soft round butt swallowed his lap. Consuming his cock, with her warm rubbery rump. A professional skirt with no underwear Kurxa felt everything as she was getting comfy moving backwards more her butt covered more of his belly button up to his torso. The entire time his hands were pinned under it too!

“WHERE IS HE?!!”

“CMON MOVE YOUR ASS!!

“Hey Ms Mckay! -THIS WAY GUYS!!”

Kurxa’s ears pricked up hearing them acknowledge this woman on his lap. “Was he safe?… is this a setup?” His mind went crazy. Terra, Joyce and Auntie Grace now were lead astray. Leaving Kurxa to ride away on the train making a steamy escape. Kurxa exhaled in peace for what had felt like days without a moments rest-bite.

Until- BOOING!

The plump woman shot up off of his lap, turned around to interrogate her captive Kurxa

“OK NOW WHO-… Oh! It’s you Kurxa, long time no see huh?… err hello?” The plump woman spoke to a infatuated dazed body of Kurxa

For a moment he sat there and let her cherry scented bosom bounce in his face. A curled lock of her scorched red hair, overlapping her sparkly emerald green eyes with tiny pupils. Blessed with picturesque freckles and scrumptious lips, Kurxa was a kiss away from complete blissful infatuation. Standing up straight her plump hourglass figure in full view may aswell been a blinding light for Kurxa as she waited for him to snap out of it. Which he did. Eventually.

“Errrr… Hey?..There” Kurxa confused not knowing who on earth this incredible specimen was

“My God! You’ve forgotten- oh wait! That’s right!.. back when you wrote my story you didn’t describe the characters looks in depth haha!” Seductively changing her tone

Jiggling her bouncy butt in his face

“I’m (Ms Mckay - Who stars in the ONETIMEWONDER: Ms Mckay. Which can be found in the deviantArt Folder dedicated to ONETIMEWONDER) I was unaware that I sat on that poor frog (Smacks Kurxa) I love animals!”

“Ms Mckay… Can I borrow your phone? (Kurxa literally searches his own DeviantArt Page Infront of her piece and-) OHH YEAAAA!! I don’t remember you being… Hot though” Kurxa thought out loud

“Hot huh? I think it’ll be Hot when Juicy Joyce get her hands on you and makes you her bitch… or better yet… I can take you to see my Aunt Nicole…”

(Alarm bells rang in Kurxa’s mind, knowing his characters very well)

Grabbing her supple hands

“Oh no no no, erm lets get a coffee or something?…”

Feeling like he just sealed a date with the smoking hot milf-like Ms Mckay they made their way to the library. Where Ms Mckay drowned Kurxa in questions. Even though Ms McKay weighed 500lbs

“-For you’re information I’m 400lbs now. Mr narrator… Sir…”

*Ahem* Weighing 400lbs, she possessed the strong thick body of an hour glass. 5ft 6 in height her thighs bounced off Kurxa as they entered a school library.

After butt bundling Kurxa through the tiny doors. They sat deep in the library where no one goes. Right after Kurxa chose his seat

SQUELCH!!

She flung herself on his lap, Kurxa face and hands were overwhelmed by firm breasts squeezed into a shirt, and thighs waiting to bust out of her tight skirt.

“Mmm So Mr… *Nibbles ear and bites neck* what will it take for me to make an *plop!* appearance on DeviantArt or Patreon?” Ms Mckay’s body became fiery warm with sensuality. She gained confidence feeling Kurxa’s crushed cock go insane under her butt as she ground on his lap slowly. Making him feel every inch of ass she had

“Oh my!… err… Ms?… FUCK!.. woah!” Kurxa began to glitch and urk as Ms Mckay was all over him. Sending bolts of electrifying pleasure through his soul. The whole time holding a daring gaze into his eyes, whispering “pleaseeee” into his ears dragging her words into deep meaningful kisses.

Smoothly slipping off his lap, she crawled under the table. (Where the darkness would conceal her, making it seem he was alone from afar)

*Plap!*

Her breast were dropped on his cock. Huge. Heavy. Jiggly soft bosom that covered his entire lap spreading over the sides of his legs.

“Yknow the thing I looove about NOT being described in my original story?” Her breast were heavily stroking over his groin, Beads off sweat rang from Kurxa’s forehead as people were walking past looking at him strangely. Running the risk of being reported to security. He didn’t bother answer he just watched her

“I get to choose my body, right now once this is established It becomes fact *Smiles* so here… hold these double J cup breast *PLORCH* on your lap for me.. please” Kurxa’s hands wrestled the giant breast keeping them on his lap, losing his mind at how they were about to bust through her shirt. Squished up against his belly button, such size Kurxa has only wrote about never-

“Hey!! Stop!! Tch! *zzzip* aaahahhhhhhh” Ms Mckay managed to free Kurxa’s cock from his pants. His head fell back as his cock sunk into her super soft motherly warm breast, firmly squeezed together by her tight work shirt.

Staring at him dead in his eye

Thick saliva dropped from her mouth onto her monster cleavage, almost as if by accident but-

“Huh? Oh sorry just my overactive saliva glands. Doctor says it’s thicker and slicker than professional lube” STILL remaining eye contact with Kurxa while she smeared her dense saliva all over her breast, stroking his cock smothering it with thick moisture. Now every slight jiggle rattled through Kurxa’s mind with loud squelches

“No he didn-ahhh, wha.. what doc-uhhhhh” Kurxa tried to pick up a book and remain calm while approaching the brink of his release. Trying his best to refrain from pumping the nut of his life over a monumental pair of-

“Hahaha Awww ‘Nut of his life…Monumental’ don’t mind if Ahmmm help out then huh” Kurxa couldn’t believe it she could read his narration as he wrote this piece!, thinking was he going crazy or was it lucky guess but before his brain could regain any level of logical composure-

SQUELCH!

PLAP! PLORCH!

SQUELCH!

PLAP!

PLORCH!

She plopped and dropped her giant breast on his cock. Shaking the entire sofa seat thing, he could even hear the reverberated squelches in the library background emphasising the weight of her giant cow udder jugs. His ENTIRE body rocked and moved by her heavy breasts bubbling all over his grateful cock. By now his toes were curled like pretzels, he grabbed hold of her hands. A last gasp attempt at regaining control

Without. ANY. WARNING

HERBABBALALABOOLOOLOOBABALABALO

Ms Mckay motor-boated her own breast like a wild animal with his cock-tip gobbled up in her pretty mouth. Feeling her saliva seep down his balls she was devouring his cock with her breast exaggerating every single movement. Her breast were so big they pushed apart his legs, exposing his balls to her rampant massaging breast bounces.

From her sucking, to dancing her breast on his cock. The inevitable was coming, the bouncing, the slurping, the suction, the warmth, the squelching!

Kurxa could feel his release coming, she was going crazy, performing new tricks on new angles, fast, slow, tongue play, smooching his tip. It was all too much ALL TOO MUCH BEFORE-

BRAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWFFFFFF

A foul waft of air blew over both Kurxa and Ms Mckay. Ms Mckay stopped, literally a millisecond away from taking Kurxa’s entire soul. She got up.

“Wow… a fart REALLY Kurxa!! (Getting off of him, and tucking her breasts into her poor shirt) You absolute pig! *SLAP!* erugh!!!” Ms Mckay blamed Kurxa for the foul gas got up and walked away angry. Leaving a note on the table saying-

(“Guys if you would like me (Ms Mckay) to feature in any upcoming stories Message Kurxa directly, if not come find me in the ONETIMEWONDER folder on his DeviantArt Page, I’ve got papers to mark for now”)

Kurxa almost shed a tear watching her sexy figure disappear into the darkness of the library-

Hearing a LARGE presence coming Kurxa dove under the table

A giant pair or darker mocha brown feet in sandals laboured over to the stufy table. Massive calves made him pay attention to the thick Indian accent which he believed the person was in a call

“Arhhh Why you girls call me!! I AT work and (BOOOOOOOAOAAAARRRRFF) my tummy burning bad, (FRRRRAAAAWFFF) really really bad guys, If I find Kurxa, I let you know ok *Beep*”

Kurxa realised who it was (“HEMA” from his quite popular series “She Never Knew” can be found On Kurxa’s deviantArt, with its own host folder also) she too was also giving chase to Kurxa wanting her series continued!

But at this moment she was-

“Aahhhhh ACHING IN PAIN *SQUELCH!!* last time I letting Josh cook. STUPID MAN!” Hema voiced rang rage out above him

BROOOOOOOOOWOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAROOOOWPTS!!

Kurxa worried for the poor table, Hema fired a fierce fart fuelled with frustration. The table began to wobble and creak, Kurxa could see her butt cheek flop over both sides (Of an 8 PERSON table!) until the light flicked on

!!?

Now Kurxa peeped her butt drop on the table punched two giant butt shaped circles in the wooden table. Which made him wonder how heavy she was at this point. Not that he’d remember.

!!

Kurxa could see the staff room keys on her thigh, daring to sneak up and snag them his fingers outstretched

“Ahh well! I guess Josh Punish tonight (Dials Josh) … Baby I’m to get extra spicy giant Vegan curry, lovely Paneer and Tofu, extra pickle, gherkin… oh! And extra bean-“

(Kurxa edging closer to the keys couldn’t ignore Josh’s urgent begging her not to eat such food)

“My turn To sit your face tonight hehe I know you lov- Why are you crying? (Josh inaudibly babbled, Kurxa heard chains and heavy metal clanging) AAHHH YESS!! I leave you chained up. Bad punishment for bad cooking, Now you cry, I go buffet before home.

GRHRGHRGHRGHRRR-DRMMMM!!

Getting up from the table, her sweaty butt plucked the table from the ground!

Kurxa watched the butt crushed table slightly fold between her butt cheeks, amazed of how it held in place

“SEE!! Look what you doing?! Look at this table now?!”

*SQUELCH*

Clapping her cheeks she obliterated the, gas wounded table scattering splinters of wood everywhere.

“But Hema That-“

*BEEEEP*

Hanging up on hysterical Josh, cursing in Hindi. She began her laboured walk to the office to leave.

Kurxa was alarmed at her weight gain. Two monumental butt cheeks jiggling freely in her poor very worn Saree dress. Scratching his head, as Saree’s are supposed to fit baggy concealing the woman’s figure. Kurxa could see every inch every ripple of her rambunctious rump. Wondering how on earth he was to escape undetected following her to see where the exit is.

Hema turned into the staff room, pummelling her way through the innocent doorway. Every-week they fixed the broken doorway but not to fit her proportions so

DJUDWOOOORF!!

Another doorframe met its end by Hema. By this time Kurxa had snuck around her, peeking in the staffroom she was eating what looked like a giant chilly cheese burger. With spicy chilly devoured all over her face, spilling guts into her breast. Kurxa ran for his life only to be halted by locked doors

The only way out was the tiny elavator, As Kurxa dove into the lift smashing the button holding his freedom. Until his brain realised there is a key needed for exit.

DHMM

DHMMM

DHMM

Hema caught up to him, Seeing her giant shadow he heard her blaring headphones and thigh chaffing inbound for the tiny elevator. Kurxa thought there was no way she uses this tiny elevator before

BOOOOOIINNNCH!!

!??

Hema rammed her fat ass into the entrance and began forcing her way in.

Kurxa trapped.

90plus inches of butt cheeks approached.

Thighs bent the walls she wagged her hips into place

Kurxa closed his eyes accepting his fate as her butt closed in on his face. So close now he could feel the warmth radiate off her butt in his face. Finding safety between her round cheeks he held his breath for dear life not wanting to burn alive through her gassy ass fart remains. Her Saree fit like she was wearing a young woman’s summer dress, two globes of mocha brown ass cheeks, armoured with heavy cellulite. Couldn’t be tamed. Hung out the bottom, as they were boasting over their destruction of any pants/underwear Hema ever tried to wear. In combination with Hema’s ungodly gas, her butt jiggled around like a weapon of utter destruction.

Once the lift laboured to the street level Hema-

SQUELCH!!!

Butt bounced off the back of the back of the elevator for a boost to bust out tiny elevator.

Hema turned around to lock it shut and-

“ANOTHER FUCKING PER- wait… I know you… Kur-xa? Yes Kurxa!” Hema butt denied entry AGAIN so she reached into the elvator and grabbed the butt smashed Kurxa out of her butt crater in the back wall.

Covered in her foul ass sweat, Kurxa was in a daze.

“Kurxa?… hey… OH YA! Time for Hema CPR” Hema dropped Kurxa, pinning him under her giant body.

Kurxa opened his eyes to her covered in chilly mouth

“Wait-Hema-I’m-“

SMOOOCH!!

She began blowing her spicy breath into his lungs, unaware she was crushing the same air straight back out. Before Kurxa could find the strength to tap-

BOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRP

Hema belched stars into the poor guys world. Now his mouth was full with her friends spicy Chilli, burning his mouth. Kurxa could have swore he felt her burp come out his ears and nose with such power.

Picking him up

“Greetings, Kurxa, you like to make women angry ah?” Waging her giant finger at his chest

All Kurxa could do was flounder in her breast like fish on land.

“Ok, Deal I give you, I want to become doctor not anymore library woman…” Hema’s eyes sparkled ambition into his

“Errr I-“

“Or Me and the other girls all sit your face. No breaks. No Air. (Spanks her ass) We fucking booty bounce your head. You dead in 2 minutes” Hema stood over Kurxa as if she already began to squash him concealing her inner rage.

“….So you want to be a… Doctor?-“ Kurxa began to think

“YAYAYAYAHA” Hema nodding like a crazy bobble head

“That means you’ll have to go College/University… you do kn-*SQUELCH!!*“ Hema smothered his face his face in her breast hug

“BAH! Easy! I do PHD papers for mongoose stupid students ALL THE TIME, Next week Want to start” Hema began to glow in excitement

Kurxa gulped realising just how many pieces are on his list to write now. Looking at the readers of this piece wondering how this all came to be. Thanking you from bottom of his he…

…*Hema’s phone rings*

“Oh guys, Guess who is student Doctor now” Hema dancing

“… DOCTOR??! How… HE’S THERE ISNT HE?!! HEMA YOU SELFISH-CMON GUYS!!-“ *BEEP*…

…Kurxa was staring off into the distance writing about his appreciation for the supporters, Commenters, ghost supporters, supporters who communicate, supporters who himself doesn’t even know but they show support, and especially the Day 1 ultra patient-*Dj rips*

“Ahem. Kurxa … run… Joyce and gang are coming to crush you into coma” Hema began munching another spicy chilly burger. Prancing off through the night.

Kurxa took off like sonic the hedgehog, getting clear of her obnoxious chilly cheese burps. Finding a motorcycle he revved the throttle and took off like a rocket through traffic. Leaving Joyce and her angry vengeance seeking posse in his wake.

In no time..

Kurxa could see giant monster trucks racing up behind him.

“No fucking way!!”

Thinking to himself his end was near. Racing through traffic they were gaining on him rapidly before

RERHEHERHRHRRRRR

THWACK!

A taxi cut him off making him crash, catapulting Kurxa way off into the distance. Creating a giant pile up that Joyce and her gang of Angry OC’s were stuck in now. As their monster trucks were themselves tangled up in the wreckage. Whoever ran to help them were crushed to a pulp, or used as landing cushion to break their falls.

Firing through the air towards a hospital window, Kurxa could see an… AN… “OH FUCK IS THAT A-“

SQUELCH!!!-

Kurxa flew through the window landing face-first into colossal pair of butt cheeks. Landing head first into the behind of a a massive lady, he thanked god she had pants on. He couldn’t even see past the UNDER side of her butt

The gargantuan rump span around, a familiar face grinned wildly before.

“OH… FUCK” Kurxa immediately recognised her

“WAHEEEYY *GRABS* If it isn’t Kurxa himself!!”

…Kurxa froze at setting sights on (Dara - His most savage, slobbish, unruly SSBBW GIANTESS PEAR to this date - the star of his “Whats Mine is Hers” 8 Part series…

Her giant size 15 feet did well to hold her 1,500lbs maybe more of unruly mean pear. Kurxa’s neck crooked back trying to maintain eye contact with her at 7ft 6 inches from the ground. Wide enough to make you fear how long it was before she crushed anything let crushing you. Smelling like a mixture of old gym clothes and bacon. Looking like 8xl custom pants only fit her like shorts, stretched out ONLY reaching her mid thigh. Barely. Quite the adorable gut sloshed out in-front of her, being a beastly looking woman her belly looked soft and mushy; maybe the only part Olly could lotion before she brutally ‘Dealt’ with the poor guy each night. Kurxa never intended for her to grow this big however, after her previous intake of the Kurxa super lard she- *SQUELCH!!!*

“-Shut that narration noise up!… oh wait a minute… that weird ice lard from last time was… your Super lard?” Dara buried Kurxa swallowing his head in her breast completely. Drenching breast sweat all over his face and ears.

“Is that how I grew so tall and where this extra *Boiiinnng* weight came from?” Shaking her ass

Kurxa muffled a reply

DHM

DHM DHM

Slrch!

“Is that why Sam is-“

Kurxa’s mind went pale seeing Sam, as Dara ripped him out of her breast and showed him the state of Sam. She looked like she had been Dara’s fart cushion for months. Green stretchy skin, blood shot eyes and so flat she could be mistaken for the bed sheet itself. Kurxa could even see Dara’s butt cheeks mark all over her.

“Ahhaha!! Sam was begging for help like a punk bitch, so I let her have it *Wheew* that gas was so bad we found dead farm animals int thick gassy haze that was left over HAHA!!” Kurxa watched Dara in the flesh laugh at farting her sister Sam into extensive care slowly backing away. As his back his the curtain he could hear ruckus in the background still being chased the angry OC’s. By this point he could hear brutal squashing of the security and violent acts as the girls being aware time is running out in this special, causing great haste in their actions. It was not safe for anyone.

Dara turned to Kurxa

SQUELCH!!!

Sitting on Sam. Making her life support beep and go insane. Dara’s rump consumed the entire bed like tiny forest stump.

“You know… I could get you out of here…” Dara smug looking at her nails

Kurxa felt Sam’s pain, being used as Dara’s seat cushion YET AGAIN. Even in a coma Dara did not care about butt crushing her

“You can?!! Ok! Cool! Lets go! Quick!-“ Tugging at her finger

BLUUUUUUAAAAAAWWWWRRFFFF

“Woops?!! Sorry Sam wise guy Kurxa here pulled my finger-“

FWWAAAAAAAAAAAARRRPT

BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAARRFFFFFF

“Ahhhhh god, now we can go, stew in that Sam” Kurxa choked up on Dara’s gas instantly brought to his hands and knees crawling for his life to get out of her gas. Dara picked him up, once his lungs contacted fresh air Kurxa gasped dearly. Definitely realising Dara’s gas may be a threat to human life, far more than a bad smell. Doctors and nurses ran into the room her fart just fumigated with all kinds of emergencies. As none of the other patients could handle it either

SQUELCH!!

BAM!

DWELCH!!

CRUSSHH!!

Ruckus could be heard both sides of Dara and Kurxa. The Angry OC’s had unknowingly cornered him. Closing in on him. Joyce’s hispanic profanity could be heard as she butt crushed nurses who got in her way.

“Welp Kurxa… I knew you well… If you survive?… finish my DAMN series!! I’ve been waiting for years”

Dara butt bounced him into the wall before she began walking away. Kurxa watched her walk away, with sludge like squelching of her sweaty gassy rump eating her ‘Shorts’ in each room-shaking step. Kurxa winced at the giant wet fart mark between her cheeks.

*GULPS* the void of choices

Kurxa ran up behind Dara, getting close to her he realised the mistake he made… but it was too late

PLALPCH!

Aiming for her back, with the plan on piggy backing on her to get past the girls. Unfortunately. He went firing up her ass. Forgetting the behemoth of a woman is 7ft 6 there was no way in hell he’d be able to jump OVER such an ass. So yes, Kurxa himself found himself head to knee deep in Dara’s butt.

Just at this very moment, Joyce and Aunt Grace busted in. Brushing past Dara (Avoiding Dara as usual) stopping in their tracks smelling the gas Dara left behind.

“Damn Dara!! Lay of the chipotle girl (Holds face) that gas is damn illegal” Joyce fanning the air out of breath too. Ignoring Kurxa’s feet sticking out her ass Knowing about how Dara treats poor Olly. Running deeper in in drastic search for Kurxa

Once Dara reached the other side

SLRRCH!

She wrestled Kurxa out her ass

“-*GAAASP* Holy sshh- ahem- Thanks Dara you can put me down… now… *clears throat quietly* … *awkwardly Looks around while she stares at him like a sweet honey bbq rib* Dara? …” Kurxa soul left his body as

Dara lifted him above her butt

Pulled her pants back, revealing her gigaton pair off wretched smelling, sweat ridden, whale blubber like butt cheeks. The warmth of such a gigantic pair of ass cheeks rose against Kurxa’s outstretched hands.

“D-D…Dara?” Kurxa melted hanging above her bare behind. The insane butt crevice was discoloured, boasting a proud darker drown, from years of butt jiggling and chaffing. Looked to him like a car crusher except for humans, blocking most of the hallway. He had no escape.

“You’re coming with me” Dara said before dropping him

SQUELCH-PLORCH!!

Kurxa scrambled in the overwhelming sea off jiggly butt meat until-

WWW-TCHHHH!!

“MMMMMMMPFFF”

She let go of her shorts encasing Kurxa. His body outline was clear as day on her shorts until jiggled her ass swallowing him AND the shorts. Kurxa was crushed in each step by the heavy butt cheeks, they clopped and squished him in each step. Dara often stopped to pull up her shorts, flattening Kurxa over and over as he began to lose his fight against her rank smelling butt cheeks.

Plrch! *GASP*

Kurxa managed to peek his head into her shorts. The fabric held an even worse stench then her inner ass being blown by the cold air. Grateful to get clean air he tried his best to identify his surroundings by looking through the foul shorts fabric. He looked down, gawking at the Dara’s astronomical butt shadow; for his sanity he counted the floor tiles of which it covered, for too many! Which failed to put his mind at ease. No one noticed his emergence as they had all stared at Dara’s butt from 5 feet away, safe distance from the giant ssbbw monster pear and her infamous gassy rump.

Dara was getting a beastly order from a Kurxa kafe. Kurxa himself could hear the scrunching of several bags as she-

WOOOO-BOIINNG!-BUDELCH!!

Swung her rear end in a circle, wrecking the entire cashier booth. The violent jiggle shook Kurxa, but he saw that they were out of the volcano fire chilli cheese. Before he could formulate any thought

DOOOOOMLCH!!

Dara’s thighs crashed through the entrance doors, smashing her butt cheeks together which clamped hard on Kurxa’s head.

Dizzy, slightly blurred vision. Dara’s ass began jiggling out of control. Kurxa couldn’t handle what felt like being chewed on by her heavy ass cheeks, began muffling cries into a losing battle. Dara was hurrying to get to her destination with the unlucky Kurxa

‘Running’ through a packed Kurxa night mall. Her earlier meal caught up to her

GUORUGLE-

OOOOUUUUUUURRRGLE!!

“Fuck!! Not-Arghh now AARRGHHH FUCKING CHILLI GOD- Well readers I had plans for this little twerp but -*GLLOOOUUARL*- hgnn looks like- fuck it- This is where he *HGNNN* dies“ Dara Belly bubbled a violent ruckus in her hands

Her face screwed with pain she couldn’t hold it any longer

BLOOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOARRRRRRRRRRRrRRRRRRRRROWWWWWWWWWWRRRRPFFFFFFFFF

Kurxa was blasted through the ceiling of his Kurxa mall. Blasting through the night air like an aimed projectile. The guy shot higher into the sky approaching an aeroplane, lucky for him the wheels were still down and he flew in the bottom.

Being night time, the loud snoring concealed him. As he snuck onto an empty seat.

Finally having a moment to himself he wrote on his DeviantArt page

“THANK YOU FOR WATCHING THIS PAGE!! Whether you clicked watch 2 minutes or 2 years ago I appreciate everyone who shows their support. I’m trying to *Turbulence shakes the plane* bbcibdisneuaisl woah! Yeah ahem, I’m trying to come up with new concepts, new types of content to create this kurxa-exclusive experience for you. Stay tuned for it all. Special thanks to the Patreon supporters!! You guys get express access to all the work and extras! Thanks again guys I rea-“

*More disturbing plane turbulence*

Something loomed over Kurxa…

It wasn’t turbulence!

… Meanwhile back at the Kurxa mall…

“Argggghh I needed that out BAADLY” Dara now walking bare ass through the empty mall. As her shorts were vaporised by her warhead fart. She walked past Joyce and Auntie Grace and the others

“God damn!! *Holds face* You still haven’t seen him?” The girls ran behind Dara

Dara shrugged her shoulders

BLOOOOOOOAAOAOOAOAAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAORRRFF

BLLOOAAAWWWFFF

BRRUUURRRRPFFFFTT

BLOOOOAAAAAART

BWWWOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOOAAOOAOARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFFF

“Ahhhh man Maybe Sam has a point maybe I should… *Turns around to the OC gang out cold in a heap* AHAHA damn whimps, I wonder if Sam has been discharged yet” Dara left the Kurxa mall in ruin, the entire building had been cracked in two, leaking the same god awful smog onto the streets.

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