By: Notmania
Christmas Eve had arrived. As with the last few years, Zachary was spending the holiday home alone. His dad was on a business trip halfway across the globe, and his mom was busy running some last minute errands. He didn’t really mind however, instead focusing on his assigned homework, which he wanted to get out of the way as soon as possible so he could spend more time playing whatever games his mom (or “Santa”, as she still insisted despite his age) was planning on giving him the next day.
That was the plan, until he received an unfortunate text message from his girlfriend Brittany, who had decided to invite him over for a Christmas dinner. To him it seemed like she could barely go a day without him, though had he instead been dating “the more attractive Brittany”, he’d probably be the same. Either way, he had an obligation to attend, regardless of whether or not he actually wanted to.
As he was sitting at a dining table full of food, Zach found himself between Brittany and her mother Betsy, wedged between their wide hips. Across from the table sat Brad, who was between his father and, much to Zachary’s dismay, his lovely girlfriend, who the small boy still hopelessly pined for.
This of course was Zach’s first time meeting the father of his girlfriend, and much like how Brad and Brittany’s mom was essentially an older Brittany, their dad was pretty much an older Brad. This naturally included the intimidating presence, which the meek boy immediately took note of.
“So this is your boyfriend, huh Brittany. Not really much of a man if you ask me.” Brittany’s father commented, putting down Zach in the process, only made worse by Brad’s girlfriend’s amusement towards the comment. Unfortunately all he could do was shrink in his seat with embarrassment, as he was far too cowardly to object.
“Oh Brent, soften up a bit, will ya?” Betsy replied, jumping to Zach’s defense, “I know he doesn’t seem like much, but Zachary’s a sweet kid.”
“Yeah dad, he’s the nicest boy ever!” Brittany said as she wrapped her arm around her tiny boyfriend, unwittingly smothering him with her smelly armpit.
“He even came to hang out with me to chat as I did my exercises about a week or so ago, although I kind of ended up sitting on him by accident for a few hours afterwards..." the mother added, further embarrassing Zach.
“I mean he does make a nice seat, hehe.” Brittany joked, amusing both her mother and Brad.
After a bit of laughter, the family, as well as Brad’s girlfriend, began to dig into their meals. Zachary’s appetite however had already been spoiled by the humiliation he suffered, though to his dismay, it was only downhill from here.
“Hey Zachie!” Brittany said in a flirtatious tone as she leaned away from her small boyfriend, who immediately knew what she was about to do.
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“Brittany, you know you shouldn’t fart at the table when guests are over!” Brittany’s mother said in response to her daughter’s crude act, “Besides, this is how it’s done!”
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Much like Brittany, Betsy leaned herself away from Zachary to let out a fart in her daughter’s direction, with the poor boy stuck in the crossfire, now covered in the combined stench of their gas. Unfortunately for him however, this was only a taste of what was to come.
“Oh it’s so on, mom.” Brittany joked, taking her mom’s response as a challenge, once again leaning to her side and letting out another fart.
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With this, a sort of “friendly competition” had been sparked between the mother and daughter, with Zachary trapped in the middle.
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The two ladies wound up trying to outdo each other with their gas, stinking up their side of the table. This of course killed whatever appetite Zach had left, which Betsy ended up taking note of.
“What’s the matter Zach? You’ve barely touched your meal.” the mother said with a bit of concern, not really putting the pieces together that all her farting had ruined his appetite.
“I just don’t have much of an appetite, that’s all.” Zachary meekly responded, not wanting to express his disgust.
“Aw, but you’re such a small boy, you could really use those calories.” Betsy replied, taking note of Zach’s scrawny form.
“I’m good, but thanks anyways...” the tiny boy replied.
“Well if you’re not gonna finish that, can I have it?” Brittany gleefully asked, with Zach agreeing to “share” his meal with her with an awkward, silent nod.
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Though he no longer had any reason to sit at the dinner table, Zachary was too shy to excuse himself, so instead he remained seated at the table, watching everyone else enjoy their meals, all while the two ladies he was stuck between continued farting on him.
“You know Brittany, I just don’t get how you’d expect Zach to stick up for you. I mean I can’t even imagine a scrawny boy like him sticking up for himself, let alone anyone else.” Brent commented, still a bit skeptical towards his daughter’s boyfriend, though admittedly he was correct regarding Zach’s inability to defend himself.
“Dad, I’m more than strong enough to stick up for both of us! If anyone tries to hurt either me or Zachie, I’ll crush them!” Brittany boasted, flexing her fatty arms in an attempt to show off her strength.
“You mean like how you always crush Zach?” Brad’s girlfriend replied, having grown a bit familiar with their relationship, much to Zach’s dismay.
“What? No! Zachie loves being under me! Don’t you, Zachie?” Brittany asked, taking offense to the other Brittany’s comment.
“Yeah, don’t you?” Brad added as he menacingly glared at the small boy.
“Yeah, absolutely.” Zachary replied, feigning at least enough enthusiasm to keep up his facade.
“Right...” The other Brittany commented, having apparently caught onto Zach’s facade, as she was significantly smarter than the other two girls at the table. However, since she figured that Zach had a reason to keep up this lie, she decided to keep it to herself despite her concerns.
“Come to think of it, since you’re done eating, you wouldn’t mind if I sat on your lap, would you Zachie?” Brittany asked as she lustfully eyed her tiny boyfriend.
“Not at all.” the submissive boy answered, feeling as though he had no other choice.
With his approval, Brittany draped her festive skirt over Zachary, revealing to the boy that she had decided against wearing anything underneath, assuming that her boyfriend would be pleasantly surprised by this revelation. Unfortunately, this just allowed Zach’s body to get wedged deep in her crack, which was a position he was not as happy with as Brittany assumed.
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With her lover’s body serving as a glorified seat cushion, Brittany let out another barrage of farts, this time blasting each fart into his nostrils. With his entire body obscured by ass however, Zachary was at least free to sob to himself, all while the rest of the table enjoyed their dinner.