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Whats Mine is hers PART 8 - Christmas Special

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Whats Mine is hers PART 8 - Christmas Special (SSBBW Story)

By Kurxa

(The whats mine is hers story is one of my oldest, most Savage, series on this page. Read back all 7 parts in the folder and see for yourself who Big sister Dara is) On Kurxa DeviantArt page

Merry Christmas, however you are choosing to spend this Christmas. I hope you can find peace for at least the holidays.

Without Further ado…

Months of tiresome labour from Sara and Darryl, dragged by as they clung to their lives at the mercy of Sam’s big sister

Dara,

a whopping 1,100lbs of brutally mean, pear shaped, wildly gluttonous woman. Standing a monstrous 6ft 4 from the ground, with an ass of two fleshy wrecking balls deep enough to crush any hopes of escaping once coming into contact with her. Her butt always being sweaty makes her farts the bassy deep trombone types, combined with her excessive power most farts would bring the strongest men to their knees begging for clean air.

Belly button big enough for anyone’s face to never want to get too close, easily dwarfing an American football. As for her belly itself, its bassy gurgles constantly warns everyone at least 300lbs of belly could be dropped on whoever dares go against Dara’s ill judgement. Her thighs now made fully grown cows look small, each thigh matching the girth of even the largest cow, poor Darryl was a regular at his local doctor for Dara’s thighs slamming his body to a pulp.

Usually after she climax over his face, she’d crush him anyways. Laughing at his bones crush or his whimpers for air being overwhelmed by her ridiculous thighs.

Her breast posed just as much threat as her belly. Anything else but pure obedience would get you rammed by her wild sweaty bosom. Usually covered in saliva or food debris from her beastly gob. Soda can nipples symbolised her dominant femininity, most men who looked, couldn’t look away. Dara’s usual white T-shirts intimidated even the most professional men, as they swing half-hazardly when she walks.

Giant lips built to suck the life out of anything, concealing a tongue just short of super thick tentacle. Dara loves tongue kissing the life out of Darryl filling him with foul breath and leftovers from her constant meals, she’d often belch in his mouth, filling his face. Watching his eyes water only to do it again with a longer deeper belch. Literally only getting off on his suffering.

Christmas was coming swiftly. Darryl was rushing his breakfast.

BRROOUUUUUUUGH

A ungodly fart blew off in a different room, shaking the house.

Dara.

Growing weary of Dara’s incoming footsteps, Darryl heard a *SLOOYOUMP* sloshing with Dara’s grunt from above him as darkness loomed over him. Dara lifted her giant belly above his head..

“AHEM… Did you do your tasks Darryl?”

The room fell quiet

“*Gulps* Unlogged the toilet, scrub your pannies, rub your feet, grocery shopping, feed the animals, get your Christmas buffet ready, I got your silk gown before you c-“

SQEULCH!!

“Ahhh My Belly sure is heavy (agonising muffled cries)” Dara dropped her belly on his head, it smashed his entire body painfully smashing his cock and lap. His cereal bowl smashed to bits, as the table cracked under the impact. The chair creaked grateful she was still standing up straight. Also her belly being more than double his width he disappeared along with the chair.

“DARA!!! STOP IT!!! poor guy has had enough, LISTEN… HES BEGGING…. G-GET YOUR BELLY OFF HIM!!”

Sam pleaded from a safe distance, almost having to run over to save Darryl

SLORRRCH!!

*Drops to the floor desperately. Limp*

“Dara you haven’t bathed this week!!” Sam covered her face seeing Darryl turn green.

“MEH… that’s (STOMPS UBER HARD ON DARRYL’s face) Slurpy mouth here’s Job to clean my ass, kiss and lick too. PLUS I ate that pathetic Christmas feast in a hour!!” Leaning her foot weight onto his face as he scramble for mercy, kicking and scratching her kebab calf like a trapped cat. The most he caused was a ripple.

“My god!! Those squeals of death I could hear…Dara you’re a mon-“ Sam backing away slowly

“*Jiggling her belly in pure delight* HIT. THE. SPOT.”

Dara took her foot off Darryl’s face. Growing annoyed at his gasping for air she Aimed his face between her butt, his weak limbs could only sink into her fleshy butt meat.

BLBLRBLRBLR-BLOOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOOAOAOARRRRRFFFFF

A bubbly fart popped off into an explosion. As if the gas’ only hope of escape was to violate Darryl’s throat and lungs. As the fart ended, Dara noticed his legs fell limp

“HAHA! HEY SAM WATCH THIS”

BLOOAOAAAAAAAAGHHH

FWWWWAAAAAAAWWWWRR

BWWWOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

“He’s my butt-HGNN!-Party blower hahaha!!”

Unable to free himself, each inhumane fart inflated his legs like the ‘wacky waving inflatable tube man’. Sam gagged at the heavy farts reverberating off his mouth echoing immense pain through his skull. As she ran outside to her car.

“HAHAH! Awww it brings back memories, wait up sis!!… or you’re next”

Dara followed leaving Darryl in her ass she began to reminisce

…Thinking back to thanksgiving, after they spent hours stuffing Dara, Sam thought she could enjoy a hot bath. Only to open her eyes to Dara’s big gassy butt closing in on her face. Dara sat for hours not knowing Sam was crammed up her butt like an old thong. Poor girl went through hell until they found her pasted to Dara’s mattress. Irresponsive, weeks after…

“FUCK! Are you *Gulp* Coming?… YOU CAN’T!! MY CAR CA-”

Dara walking up to the car, Sam peeped Dara’s thighs trotting along the path like fully fledged rhinos made of cellulite. The car even started to shift in each foot step. Dara leggings held on for dear life before-

“OK OK! I’LL-DARA WWWWAAI-“

SQUELCH

DWORLCH!!

DWELCH?!!!

One of Dara’s butt cheeks crashed into the gear box, pushing and grunting to get in all the did want crush Sam and that side of the car.

“Ahhh Dara!! *Wince* I TOLD YOU CANT FIT IN NORMAL CARS ANYMORE!! You hear me? … Dara” Sam’s eyes darted looking for Dara as she ejected back out, lifting the car with her almost

DHM

DHM DHM

FWOOOO-DWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMLCH!!

Dara butt jumped onto the roof of the car. Levelling the roof to that of a kart!. Sam legs limp underneath Dara now, even the wheels were bent having dared to stand up to Dara’s immense weight.

“Hahaha!! YOUR CARS ARE ALWAYS CHEAP SCRAP!!”

Dara laughed in Sam’s face as they walked away from her car’s wreck. Sam teared up having JUST finished off the payments for it. Watching the sore red rear of Dara bounce off In front of her face. Her eyes couldn’t help but wonder how Darryl is doing, hammered up her ass. Not getting a slight glimpse of daylight.

Dara forced Sam to drive Darryl’s pick up, with her giant rump sitting in the back. Heads turned in traffic seeing an ass overflow the sides of such a vehicle. A few pot holes and wild plops and

GHHHHrrrhrhrhrooo

Before Sam could even, open her door the rear end deflated as Dara butt hopped off the truck. Ripped the door open, with her belly floundering in the doorway

“Fix this piece of shit while me and *SLURCH-SQUEELCH* ahhh! Dildo Darryl here will check out this Christmas park theme thing… Christmas Wonderland hehe”

Dara wrestled Darryl from deep with her ass and walked off being beamed by Sam’s annoyed eyes, Dara was using Darryl as a butt scratcher close to his demise being sat on for so long. Sam deflated seeing the pickup truck flattened like huge wad of scrap metal shaped like Dara huge butt Cushion.

Approaching the ticket gate Dara got an idea. Grabbing Darryl and

SQUELCH!!!

Stuffing him face first into her under belly then

DOOOM

CRASH!!!

KER-BOOOOOOOOOM

Trampling straight over the security, iron fences and ticket inspectors… she even jumped and stomped the security to a legit pile of mush before walking in.

She pulled out Darryl laughing at his gasps for air. He looked back at the crushed ticket gates in awe.

Now the two were inside the Christmas wonderland. Fake snow flying everywhere, Christmas music setting the vibe and familiar characters if this time of year could be seen in every corner of your vision. Walking freely until

“MISTLETOE BRIDGE!! GIVE A KISS OF AFFECTION TO WIN UNLIMITED FOOD-“

Walking into a challenge area Dara heard the words “Unlimited food” licking her lips she Grabbed poor Darryl by the head and

MWAH

Kissing the soul from this man picking him off the ground like a young toddler. All spectators Winced at Darryl’s whimpers as Dara’s hippo tongue punched down his throat. They could see it moving around in his chest and neck! Dara grew into it hearing his muffled gags of pain and revolt. Sounds of her vile spit from her many meals began to drip down his face

BOUUUUUUUUIIIIIIIUUUUURRRRP

Tears now pumped over his face being filled with Dara’s belch. Such a foul taste only made those around him step back from the wafting leftovers. The beastly belch made him tap out immediately, as if they had gotten worse without him knowing. Dara began bear hugging and hand crushing his balls smothering him close to death which made the reward clerk panic and give her the food pass.

Dara butt bounced the clerk flying, Darryl looked back at him clasping his hands grateful to having saved his life.

Hours later….

Darryl looked over at Dara’s belly, with an orchestra of gurgling and

Squelch!!

She pulled him close splatting him into her wall of blubber

“Get a waft of this”

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUIIIIIIRP

“Oh shit!! I’ve got… UGHHHHHH”

FROUUUUIIIOOOOURBREEEEEEFFFFFF

After Darryl took her bomber belch to the face, saliva dripped off his face as he basked in her unruly gas. The rancid gas made his panic looking at Dara for some kinda explanation

“Hahaha!! Don’t be a bitch!! Just some brussel sprouts, cabbage, god knows else… I may even… what’s that Truck over there?”

Dara charged in a one-man-stampede made her way to this mysterious truck

“But Dara what about all the- *GRAB*”

Picking him up like a puny teddybear he rag-dolled off her ass and thighs. She walked into the back loading area where no one was. Only this giant truck with all the trash boxes.

“What kind of funky-ass design is this? Kurxa? Super Lard?”

Dara peeped the Kurxa logo and art piece on the side of the truck. As she picked up the dispenser hose

“DOWN THE HATCH!!” As she began guzzling the super lard.

Darryl opened the drivers seat and picked up the note it and read it to himself

“Dear Members of the Kurxa Community, Merry Christmas and a happy new year! This year I have really taken notice of insane support you guys show for my work! I appreciate it all on every level. I hope to maintain and improve of my work and frequency in 2022, and hope we can share many more adventures and characters together. Stay healthy, Stay happy, and a happy new year guys…

PS: Darryl DO NOT let her drink this entire truck load bro… read the side effects dude”

“Kurxa?… Wha-SIDE EFFECTS?!!!”

Darryl rushed out the truck to join Dara who was orgasmic. Sucking giant lumps of lard into her mouth capably swallowing everything. GIANT. Moulds of liquid was pumped into her belly. As Darryl’s Eyes graced the truck’s content warning

“Huh?… 1ml = 1lb… extremely BAD GAS?! GROWTH IN HEIGHT AND WEIGHT!! OOH FUCK!!

DARA GIMME THAT THING YA BIG *Grabs* Whaaaa!!”

Landing on his knees darkness loomed in on him

SQUELCH!!!

Dara butt crushed him into the cold winter soil, even his limbs fully out-stretched scrambling for escape he still disappeared under her incredible butt.

Gulp after Gulp.

Darryl felt every second turn to what felt like days underneath her. Being crushed to alive feeling his lungs about bust, his yells for her to get off were drowned out by her gluttonous gulping.

Seconds later Dara was discovered by the truck drivers of Kurxa, they drove off with two thirds of the lard left. Dara got off the lifeless corpse of Darryl. Flat as paper she picked him up, shaking him

“Fuck it. Dara’s Special CPR”

She wielded her butt to his face

His eyes opened only to face

PHOOOOOOORAAAAAAAARRRRRHHH

BLOOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRR

FRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaa

His face was burned speechless, horrified, traumatised. She held him in place, until her gurgling sounded an ominous warning horn

“Oh fuck! it’s… ug.. hgn.. ah.. HGGHNNNNNN”

BLOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAASRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRFFFFFFFFFFF

Dara’s eyes twinkled in relief as her nightmare fart was released on the local population. The fences behind her were blown down unleashing the fart onto the unsuspecting population. Darryl was blasted into the crowd like a popped balloon carcass.

After being trampled by the crowd Dara went to go find the poor guy.

Walking up to him, she shook the ground in her jiggly strut. She didn’t see him.

But Darryl saw her…

Already started digesting the Kurxa lard, Darryl couldn’t believe his dyer mistake letting her drink so much. The leggings were stretched into shorts, hips as wide as 4-6 normal people. Full untameable breast floundered about to bust free of poor Sam’s t-shirt.

SQUELCH!!

Her giant bare feet stood clear on his face and groin. Visibly frustrated she jiggled with annoyance looking around.

!!?

“Ahaha!! Awwww you-*BOOOOOOOOUUUUUURpp* hoho little bitch. Time for you to be useful” *GRAB*

Darryl won prize after prize, even with his crushed and battered body. He was a natural at arcade games winning all the best prizes. Which Dara ate, broke and stole each prize he won. Either being belly bounced or she down right dropped her belly on him, making sure he was squashed so she had to choose the prizes

“MMMMhhh Ahhh!! 30 kilos of Mac n Cheese (Tapping his face) you’re a goner tonight. It was fancy cheese too”

Smacking his face off her belly as they walked Dara noticed how small he was getting. (Well in fact it was her growing). People watched her bully him, enveloping him in her belly instead of letting him speak. She was far too strong and heavy to resist, plus combined with her growing musk and sweat he rather not open his mouth. Being sucked into her every whim.

The children’s santa wish was free, Dara walked straight up to the man while he was mid conversation with a kid already on his lap.

Dara closed in on them both, the kid didn’t care until the last of his wish was confirmed. By then Dara’s 4x4 butt meat was a kiss away from the Santa’s face

BOWWWLCH!!

SQUELCH!!

Butt crushing the man, only his forehead showing, betwixt her giant cheeks. Poor Santa began to die under her butt. Immediately. All the families ran from what looked like a fatal end to their beloved Santa. Dara’s thighs alone stood taller than most toddlers that were waiting.

“DARA GET OFF HIM HE’s”

Dara got up. The unconscious Santa lay in her butt crater.

“Useless Santa, I didn’t even get my damn wish!!”

SQUELCH!!

Dara stepped on the man’s face walking into the back of their quarters. All that was left were-

“DARA COME ON NOW!! Those are for-MMMPHHFF” Dara belly smothered Darryl into silence again

As she eat every last morsel of the food donated to Christmas charities. Cookies, doughnuts, canned beats, beans she ate everything. Until she came across the live deer in the back

It began to tremble in her presence as it was backed into a corner. Seeing her eat all of it’s food it seemed threatened, the constant belly gurgling vibrated the ground like a giant beast growling. Until the deer had enough and charged at Dara’s butt

“My-belly-hgn-Hurts… FUCK soo hgn bad”

POINK!!

The deer’s horns and head were swallowed whole by her butt meat, as they sunk into her unlimited fleshy fat buns. Its head enveloped between her cheeks alerting it of the toxic odour of her ass. The deer tried to escape the blubber hold of Dara almost succeeding before she grabbed its horns and-

“NOT TOO FAST MR DEER *GURGLEORGLE*” Dara’s face screwed red with discomfort

“DARA DON’T IT JUST-“

BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORT

Dara’s fart blew tents away, shook the ground, people began to leave thinking she fart was a car crash of some kind of big accident in the distance. Darryl covered his face listening to desperate cries for help of the poor Deer stuck in her big butt, taking the brunt of such gas.

Dara wasn’t done… her stomach seemed her gurgle more, cramping more aggressively as she bent over in pain. Still tightly clutching the deer horns. The deer’s head and neck, even some its shoulders now between Dara’s butt cheeks. Its bucking and struggling made futile jiggles in her mountains of butt flesh until

BWOOOOOOOOOOPRT-FSSSYPT-plorch!

Dara’s butt overcame her leggings busting out heavily landing on the Deer swallowing up to its waist

Darryl came running over, face covered to save the Deer

BLUUUUUUUURROOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHFFFFfffffffffffff

A green smoke filled the air from Dara’s butt. As her giant butt jiggled freely releasing such a potent fart people ran off assaulted by such a foul stench. Even Darryl was knocked to the ground in the complete opposite direction.

“Ahhhhh damn that felt good… hmm?”

Dara confused holding up a pair of Deer horns…

Darryl Gulped the silence

The two of them looked in every direction…the deer.. Was gone. Nothing left but it’s horns. Not caring much Dara threw the horns walking over to Santa’s Quarters

There were letters everywhere requesting this particular reindeer visit charities, school, hospitals, orphanages and public appearances with Santa. Offering stacks on stacks of cookies, doughnuts, mince pies, puddings all fed to Santa being with the reindeer.

Dara looked out side, only the horns and a butt crushed unconscious corpse of Santa lay there in the Barron butt shaped mud crater

“Dara… we should g-*GRAB* NO PLEASE?!! DARA NO!! SOMEBODYYY HEEL-MMMPH” Dara gagged him, and forced him into a skin tight Deer suit, stuck the REAL deer horns on him. Covered him in smelly dirt. Stuck a seat on his back for rides. The leash was fastened tight around his neck, of which Dara pulled with an iron grip brute strength. Choking him into acting like santa’s deer.

Darryl watched Dara force herself into a Santa outfit which looked like she put on a a child’s playsuit. The skirt fully stretched didn’t even make half of her butt, leaving her tight to fight the war against her growing butt. Such round teardrop cheeks stuck out like she stuffed her pants with beachballs fills with jelly. Her belly still swollen hung out infront, however she had digested quite a lot of the Kurxa lard from earlier meaning her thighs stretched wider than most car lanes. Her foot steps shook the earth with a whopping 1,300lbs!, bowing her head through doors, smashing her hips through doors. Wreaking more destruction than any santa could ever fathom.

Sadly for Darryl there were several target destinations between the Christmas wonderland and their farmhouse. Which Darryl watched Dara be fed lived and adored, as hundreds of kids dumped endless amounts of cookies, cakes, full fat milk and cheese into her mouth. While they fed him slop and kicked and pulled his ears.

As for the last house. All the kids had pestered Darryl enough, and Dara’s belly was back at max capacity. Stuffed hard to the touch yet again.

Walking through their small town, Dara’s constant farts caused havoc. Car crashes, fires, people running for their lives, people fainting

BLLAAAAAAAAAAAARRPT

FOOOOOOOAAAWWWWRRRF

Darryl bucked and kicked having his face abused by Dara‘s farts, walking directly behind her. Some farts left his ears ringing. He pray her stockings survived their house, he was already seeing stars now he could imagine her stockings were about to buckle under her overwhelmingly-jiggly butt growth.

Growing weary and tired as they were walking home. Darryl could now hear Dara’s sweaty butt cheeks ’Plop and Squelch’ as she marched onwards

Dara noticed

“Hey! Its that milkshake truck that I had earlier. Damn that shit was gOOOOd” Dara shot off in her jiggly trot.

Darryl continued walking on all fours hoping Sam would let him out the damn Deer suit. But he thought to himself

“Milkshake… Truck?… FROM EARLIER”

HIS TINY DEER EYES TURNED TO SEE

‘Kurxa Super Lard Transportation - Have a great day’

Dara had already trampled the driver like an old beer can, as he tried to stop her.

She was still full up from the kids stuffings. Pausing, in contemplation she looked down unable to see or reach her belly button..

With a shrug of the shoulders

She was gulping Kurxa Super lard yet again!!

The driver was out cold, and Sam was no where to be found. Dara sucked so hard on the lard sludge dents began to appear in the lorry, losing its contents too rapidly.

In the hour she was slurping, events seemed to cog together leaving Dara undetected. Darryl accidentally found himself trapped in with the herd of cows. The BIG COWS. Police showed up and took the Kurxa truck driver away along with the empty truck of super lard, of which he lost his job.

Which just left Dara to walk in on a peacefully sleeping Sam. Laid out by the fireplace on a snug mat.

Sams eye’s creaked open to the loud smashing of a the doorway

“Hey did you-HOLY COW!!! YOU’RE FUCKING HUGE!!” Sam flipped into reality

“Remember those Christmas’ when I’d sit on your face in the middle of the night… haha! You’d always kick and scratch” Dara rubbing her belly in her sweet reminiscent monologue

Sam realised how much Dara had grown glancing at the size of the hole in the wall. Realising she was more than trapped in the room

“Ahhhh i’d *BRRRRRRRRRrrrrrPRAAAAAAAA* play fart face with you, you sucked. Passing out. Calling Uncle. Such a dam cry baby!”

Sam couldn’t believe the absolute horrifying stench of gas Dara just bombed the house with. Eyes watering, nose clutching Sam whimpered stepping backwards as Dara advanced closer.

Until Dara threw helpless ragdoll Sam onto the couch

DHJDOOOMMMMM!!!

Dara butt crushed the entire couch, sitting in Poor Sam. Dara’s butt was armed with a hell smell of fart, sweat and dirty musk and the acid like stench poured all over poor Sam. Burning her into very existence, she was unable to escape such a hell. Unable to even breathe let alone fight back, Dara sat on her like a Fully grown elephant sitting on a grasshopper.

“Not even a squirm… Paaaatheic”

FLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOEAHGHHHHHH

Dara spread her cheeks and ground poor Sam

FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWFFRRRRRR

BLAAWAWWWWWWWWFFFFFF

SQUELCH!!

Dara dropped her cheeks, drowning Sam in a sea of fleshy butt meat. Her asshole stung burning from the vile gas.

“NOW OPEN YOUR MOUTH, spit, lick, kiss, lick, hick… Don‘t make me have to-(Dara’s eyes rose to heavens) …Ahhh just like old times“

*GURGLE-GURGLE*

The end…

Maybe?

Thanks for reading!