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Brody, The Brute
🕑 Added 2024-07-05 08:22:41 +0000 UTCBrody, The Brute
Gnor grew up in an orphanage. Living the best life available. A humble kid. Most would say he was a nice kid. Always seen laughing and joking with his one friend. Mostly recognisable for his very skinny body, (due to skipping meals to save money for gadgets and stuff). You know, enjoying his middle school years the best way he knew. He was 16, but had to resit previous years for not passing
Hearing the knock at the door one day before school. Running to the door he loved showing the new kids around the foster home, opening the door he ran out until-
BOOING!!
He ran into what felt like a rubbery wall and bounced back through the door landing in his back.
Puzzled. Face covered in sweat. He looked up to an absolute GIANT standing before him. Blinded by the morning sunrise.
Trying to laugh off the honest accident.
Sitting up chucking to himself he-
“Ooof haha my bad good-(Opens his eyes)- Mo…ournnn-ing”
BWELCH!!!
A GIGANTIC PAIR OF HIPS Smashed into the doorway. With a DEEP grunt the woman busted through the cheap door foundation.
A woman? A girl?
Piercing blue eyes looked down at him disarming his welcome. Peering through a pair of boobs so big and heavy they blocked the pathway for any law abiding man. The type of cleavage that created folklore tales if not seen in reality. They looked like planets stuffed into a T-shirt. Jiggling in every step, almost bouncing off the walls leaving sweat blotches.
Little Gnor, was innocently gobsmacked.
The woman began walking.
Staring at him. Trampled the poor kid. Being sure she stepped on his face, her giant blubbery sole claimed his entire face like any ordinary piece of carpet.
!!!?
Sitting up. In excruciating pain he looked up to see an ass. An ass that was bouncing off both walls. Jiggling free and clopping together as swampy as an ass could be. He had never seen an ass that made joggers see through. A wedgie left to devour the joggers showing the entire circumference.
Looking down the hall he saw her enter his room with the foster carer. Not wanting to follow, of course he had to go to school. Going round Peeking in his own bedroom window.
The foster carer was welcoming the giantess. Giving her some cash. The Giantess took the entire wallet and belly bounced the foster carer flying out the room!
SQUELCH!!
Plopping on HIS bed. Her ass covered the entire single bed… Gnor worried. Leaving to go to school. His head was pounding all day from an excruciating headache, from being trampled.
“How heavy was that girl?”
Coming up to a much needed lunch break. He could hear corridor emptying footsteps approaching. Only feeling the trembling of the floor as… SHE got close to him.
!!
A super fat hand reached out and grabbed his lunchbox.
Turning around in rage a familiar bloated belly button GLARED back at him. Looking up. His mouth gaped in awe at such an impressive pair of boobs - NO WAY ON EARTH SHE WAS UNDER 16!! Her bra fit like a nipple covering. Her shadow loomed over three lockers!!
“HEY!!! THAT'S MY BREAK SNACK”
She devoured the snack like tiny jelly beans. Annoyed at how small he eats. Completely ignoring him
She was staring at him in the eyes the entire time. Reaching for his lunchbox and of course eating his lunch too!
“Wh-who are you?! No way in hell you are under 16”
“I’m Brody. If you don’t have my lunch or $60 for my lunch… I’mma squash your head”
There was no sense of a joke on her face. Her big chunky nose and full meaty lips combined to spell a serious demeanour. The short buzz cut mohawk haircut made him refrain from wanting to challenge her.
Gnor spent the next two hours. Doomed. He managed to make $8 dollars from selling his pens and gum. Rushing to meet his ONLY friend in the world.
Matty. Pretty much the only person he has on planet earth who knows him as a person. Matty was a young teacher who used to stop by the orphanage and play some games and do extra curricular activities. Super cool guy.
Gnor ran up to him. In a panic. Telling him about Brody.
“Oh crap dude. Don’t sweat it, I’ll grab you a-“
“Matty huh?”
BRODY WAS BEHIND THEM.
Brody “This is the Matty. You got the description perfect Little Gore”
Gnor: “It’s GNOR”
Brody: “Whatever. This fucking weirdo writes about you in his diary. Like some obsessed fanboy “
Matty: “Hey Man I really appreciate that little dude. I’m glad I could have such an impact. Make sure y-“
(Darkness spread out around Matty. Brody turned around had her bare ass cheeks aimed at his head)
Gnor: MATTY WATCH OUT!!!
Matty never one to panic didn’t even see what was coming
KAPLOOOOOORCH!!
Brody sat on his head. Poor guy was pummelled through her tight greasy ass hole. Protruding out the front of her stomach for all to see. For a man who chases off brown bears for a hobby, he was whimpering like a crying child. Crushed under the best part of 750 lbs!!
Brody bounced! The weak bench barely survived as she busted a few wooden bars. Matty could be seen sticking out of her belly, struggling and squirming. He was losing the fight deep in her guts.
The principal saw what happened on camera and came running out.
“OH PLEASE GOD NO NOT MATTY!!”
Gnor went pale. Standing still.
The principal begged the woman to let him out. Matty was a gift to society kind of person. Everyone loved the guy.
Principal “Here take $70!”
Brody “SEE Brody! He knows what to do…”
Matty’s cries for help were getting weaker
Brody “Thanks for lunch”
Principal: WELL GET OFF HIM!!
Brody: “Hmmm I think $50,000 should cover it”
Gnor was beside himself in confusion. She bullied the old man?!
Principal: “OKAY DONE!”
Brody: “(sigh) okayyyy, $150,000 and I’ll let him out”
Principal: …. (looks around) … okay done but-
Brody: “Ahhhhh, school records wiped, free pass, fund all my education too…
(The principal sent her $175,000 to her bank)
Fucking pathetic. Get out of my sight”
She turned to look back at Gnor. He couldn’t take his eyes off her belly. Matty was disappearing into blubber.
Standing and bending over to his face.
BWWAAAAAAAAAAAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUA
UUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRPPP
A heinous belch splashed over Gnor’s face. She laughed maniacally walking off going home, while he went back to class HUNGRY.
Poor kid. He had to walk home as she took his money. Meaning he got home super late. Walking in to everyone eating dinner. Joining the table. Brody began eating his food. Everyone ignored what was happening.
Brody pulled his seat closer to hers. Her butt overhang could have filled 3 to 4 seats, she claimed his lap in a heavy plop as she finished his food. Everyone left the table avoiding her. Leaving poor Gnor.
Trapped under her thigh.
“Hmm? Why are you red? Better get used to being my seat… ??… oh? You LIKE all this meat don’t you”
Gnor couldn’t breathe…
“Well I’m going to train you. Come on!”
Dragging him off to HER room. Poor guy was dominated, butt crushed, face farted, stepped on, kicked, punched, crushed for hours on end. Everyone just left the unlucky soul to perish with Brody.
“RUB MY BACK!”
“Okay okay! JUST PLEASE GOD NO MORE FACE-SITTING”
“HURRY IT UP! MAKE IT GOOD.”
Gnor honestly did the best that he could.
Almost 10 minutes passed.
“MEH… not good enough…”
(GRABS HIS HAIR!)
“NO WAIT !! I’M SO-“
SQUELCH!
SQUISH!!
She grabbed his neck-and shoved his face deep in her ass and went to sleep. He was doomed in there. The sweat. The heat. The-
FWWAAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOUUURRFFF!!!
“OPEN YOUR MOUTH!! YOU’RE GONNA WAKE EVERYBODY UP BEING A PUSSY!! … OPEN YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH NOW”
BLAOAOAOAOAOAOWWAWWAAAAAAAAAAOOIUUUUUURRRRFFFFFFFFFFF!!
“WOOO!! GETTING SWAMPY DOWN THERE HUH… THAT ONE WAS YOUR FRIEND MATTY. HE WAS A BIG GUY! I'VE GOT MORE”
Poor Gnor. HE WAS SQUEALING. He was getting burned alive from the inside. His lungs, throat and mouth were burned dry. His tears didn’t even make it down his face… they were rubbed away in her cheeks.
Eventually Brody passed out and went to sleep.
In the morning Brody gave Some ground rules.
“Now. You are my punching bag, seat, play toy, fetcher
Your pathetic weenie jelly bean cock is too small for most girls. I… will crush it. Useless.
You’re not even strong enough to rub my back”
Gnor couldn’t imagine how heavy her back fat rolls were. EASILY weighing more than 30 lb each roll.
“(SMACK!) Don’t stare at my boobs. They are only for REAL MEN!!, in fact just for that you eat breakfast off my feet”
Brody already ate his breakfast. Smothering her feet in eggs and mashed up beans. Poor kid was famished. Slurping every last morsel off her giant feet. Her foot odour was treacherous… his eyes were watering as she licked them shiny clean.
From that day on. Brody OWNED Gnor. Some Days he was lucky enough to eat. Other days. She bullied the principal for thousands every now and again AND STILL came back to Gnor for his snacks and lunches. On days where she saw the tiniest bite or chunk missing from HIS lunch. She’d either beat him to a pulp or BUTT CRUSH him repeatedly right there in the hallway. Walking around him crushed up against her butt for a day… sometimes she’d just leave him there as her fart cushion. He always ended up squished up deep between her cheeks like an old thong.
For the next few years she would beat him up daily:
If they ran out of milkshakes- She’d beat him up
If it rained- she’d beat him up
If she broke another seat - She’d beat him up
If he couldn’t be her horsie across campus - YES
She would beat him up.
If she tore another pair of shorts, jogger or shirt - she would take out her frustration on him. Everyone in town felt really sorry for him
As she would end up crush or squashing him most days. Publicly face fart him. Inflating his body with enough life to make it home
In the mall
In the main corridor
In the local theme park
Brody didn’t care she’d violate his face anywhere any time. Her farts only got bigger as SHE got bigger. Just when he thought he could handle one, they got worse… either longer… or stronger smelling… even wetter as her ass got sweatier. Little Gnor was doomed; she kept eating more and more. MORE AND MORE. From plates to buffets and ransacking kitchen stores! To attacking warehouses on her lunch breaks
One time he was coming home and a cute adorable puppy ran up to him. Gnor loved dogs, not hesitating to take them home. Never having a pet before, he was super happy for once in his life.
Seconds after getting home-
SWOO-GABLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORCH!!
Brody butt crushed it. Jumping her 850 lb body and landing ass first on the tiny puppies’ skull. The last yelp. Poor thing wasn’t even looking at Brody, it’s final looks it had were smiling at Gnor. She grinded her butt on the floor. The pup was gone. Steel chairs wobble at the thought of Brody, any living thing is At serious risk. He heard the poor puppies body get crushed to mush, Brody even spread her cheeks. The remains of the puppy were stuffed deep in her crevice. Her ass chafing alone would pulverise the remaining existence of the puppy to no more than memories.
“ARE YOU CRYING?! My goodness you’re such a wimpy little…THE ONLY DOGS YOU WORRY ABOUT ARE THE MASSIVE KURXA THINGY JUMBO DOGS… yknow the ones you can barely pick up YEAH! Those ones you feed me!”
He watched Brody walk away with the remains of the puppy over her ass. Brody knew he was watching. She made him watch her take a dump on the body. Gnor couldn’t believe someone could be this mean. Crying himself to sleep that night. He woke her up crying, so she jumped on his face knocking him out cold and went back to bed.
Gnor couldn’t stop her from eating. Her weight gain was quite clear to see. Brody didn’t notice or care. She never held back when disciplining him. Sometimes… she just did things out of the fun of hearing him beg for mercy.
The very next morning Gnor was holding a tiny funeral for the late puppy… Brody came and trampled over everything-
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!… the bathroom is clogged are you-“
Looking down, her big feet had crushed the entire memorial. Completely crushing indents in the moist squishy grass.
Smacking his face echoing around the neighbourhood.
Everyone watched on as she beat him to a pulp. She even made him lick her feet clean right after. He took too long so she stomped him flat. He was LUCKY the soft squishy grass took most of the impact.
“I’m treating myself to a buffet… (Takes wallet) THANKS. Worthless”
Stepping on his face as she walked away barefooted
The torture became more and more sadistic. Brody really bullied him. Brutally.
On his 18th birthday. The only birthday cake he had ever gotten in his life!! Everyone was praising him and showing how much they like him in the house. Brody for once was seen!! Not stuffed up an ass crevice
Gnor couldn’t believe it!!
Leaning in to blow his candles for the first time. The table began… ‘Jiggling?’ sadly… this was too good to be true having blown ONE candle the next moment -
!!!
The table cloth FLEW OFF!!
IT WAS BRODY’S BUTT!
HER BIG BARE BUTT CHEEKS!!
Laying on her stomach her ass and thighs stood taller than most dining tables!! She pretended to be at the table!! Her legs were hidden in the darkness!!
THE CAKE WAS PARKED RIGHT BETWEEN HER ASTEROID SIZED ASS CHEEKS!!! READY TO-
BLOOOOOOOOOO-PLORCH!!!
Farting, launching the cake at his face!! Covering his face with a huge creamy sponge cake.
Everyone ran!
Poor Gnor was left sitting there with fart smelling cake over his face. She wanted to feel the cold creamy cake between her ass so she pulled his face into her behind.
Trying to resist. She was far too strong.
As punishment. She made him eat cakes out of her ass all night. Cakes she sat on. She was gassy that day too. One of them cracked a window! She forced him to clean every single inch.
After a while she just ate dozens of cakes while sitting on his face. Dismissing his birthday. Her dairy farts alone… made everyone wish his birthday would just end sooner
Any gifts he was given was met with a-
“GIMME THAT! Ooh Voucher! I’ll get new joggers! Feel like my thighs are growing out of control!
(Opens next one)
Ahaha! SOCKS!! I never wear socks… but I will now”
Brody opened every last gift of Gnor’s. None of the clothing fit her. She just broke or ripped all the clothing so he didn’t get any. She even made him put on her new socks they immediately stretched out!
Any back chat or resistance from Gnor was met by severe beating. Ended with a merciless squashing. After squashing him once she would leave him there for a week of squashing. Sometimes she would forget he was there, only remembering by feeling something inflate between her cheeks… when she was gassy. Literally making him her inflatable fart cushion at times.
The worst time of the year for Gnor… was Brody’s birthday. He would spend every last dime to his name to buy her everything she would have wanted. Was never enough.
Every year she would eat more. Every year she would want more! Every year her footsteps caused longer tremors. Every year dozens of inches were added to her curves.
Most importantly
Every year the punishments got worse. Gnor woke up in cold sweats most days. Knowing any day could be his last. The accumulation of her jokes about
‘Popping his skull under her ass’
Gnor would wake up on the floor next to her in the middle of the night. She’d be staring at him. Drooling. Fantasising over thoughts of crushing his skull. He would PASSIONATELY make out with a belly button, to lull her unrest so she went back to sleep. The bigger and heavier her belly became… the harder this became. As she noticed him struggling more and more to please her belly. She would smother him in her belly until he passed out. Making him grateful for her, for literally even a good night's sleep. As her belly grew and grew, she got less thrill from him struggling with her belly… on nights she couldn’t sleep. She would see him sleeping and jump on him!! Either trampling him, belly dropping (Belly weighed almost up to double his body weight).
Gnor became scared to share HIS bed with her. Other days she’d wake up and trample him paying no attention he was there at all. Walking around the house with him stuck to her foot.
The stakes to get this year’s birthday gift were the highest they have ever been!
Gnor got something out of the ordinary this year in hopes of… well… let’s face it… he was doomed either way. The fact that the entire orphanage made sure they were out of town the whole week spelled out just how much danger little Gnor was in.
“BRING IN THE GIFTS!!!”
Brody was sitting on the bed. Her butt firmly smushed up against both walls either side of the bed. Noting her SERIOUS weight gain.
!!
Gnor saw she had been stuffing. Extreme stuffing her bloated gut rested down to her mid shins. Big and bustling like an old car engine.
The unlucky soul hardly ever even looked at her face. She rather him avert his gaze at her feet. Holding offerings up above his head. Like offerings to a queen!
Pulling in several gifts.
She accepted all her birthday gifts like payments and not kind gestures.
“Welp, So far… you’ve spent $3,000… (leans forward into his face) I SAID $300,000 you shrimp dick PUSSY”
Pulling towards her the last one is quite a big box. Tearing off the wrapping.
It was…
A FART BOX!!
“THE FUCK IS THIS?!”
Gnor had his back against the wall panting like death was before his eyes
Brody read the box information.
“A fart box, a box that when sat on. One can fart on the face of another without crushing them comes with ventilation holes.. to”
Gladys turned and looked at Gnor. Put him in the contraption. She didn’t wait a second more
-
KABLOOOOOOOOOOORCH!!!
She jumped on the box!! Swallowing.. practically the entire thing with her ass cheeks alone. She didn’t check the weight limit… neither did Gnor…
The poor box gave up a valiant effort to hold her weight.. with a max weight of 250lbs. The box’s creaked sounds of surrendering to her colossal body, Gnor prayed to the almighty above before
KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMLCH!!
The box gave up. Brody fell through smashing Gnor’s face into a millennium of pain.
Gnor Woke up several weeks later in a coma. His body felt stiff as he couldn’t move yet. Even so, Life was still safer without Brody around. He relaxed completely.
Until that night. Spending all day on the oxygen as his lungs were crushed. Suddenly the air he was breathing became toxic fumes. He gagged and choked on it.
There she was.
Brody with the oxygen hose up her asshole. She was farting!! Watching him inflate like a balloon. Laughing! Each chuckle forces smaller farts down his throat.
A nurse came running!!
“GOD MR GNOR ARE YOU O-“
See the size of Brody standing next to the bed!
“MAAM IS HE- WHAT ARE YOU?”
“Pull my finger!”
The nurse froze. Realising the situation. Brody released a bassy wet bomb through the oxygen hose. Poor Gnor had no choice but to-
“SWALLOW IT”
The nurse couldn’t believe Gnor gulped down fart after fart!! They were getting worse too!! She ordered Brody to leave once she saw Gnor turning green.
Laughing. Brody walked out. Trampling over every member of staff running to come and help Gnor.
The replacement staff didn’t know Brody switched the oxygen with OWN gas. They were wondering why Gnor was whimpering when they were pumping him full of oxygen. Poor guy suffered for weeks inhaling her farts. Nobody understood why he was gagging on oxygen, so eventually they just left him to bask in her wretched fart gas for weeks on end.
When he got back to the orphanage building
!!!
Something loomed over him from behind.
Something big.
The streetlight cast a shadow that reached up the orphanage house roof. Gnor began to tear up. Such belly gurgling echoed down the neighbourhood, the bass on such a sound went straight through his heart.
The shadow was a woman. A BIG WOMAN. Who’s hips and butt spread across three houses. FROM STREETLIGHT.
Gnor didn’t want to turn around. He knew.
“TURN. AROUND.”
Brody. Stood towering over Gnor. Ordering him to turn around. When he laid eyes on her-!!! He fell to the ground.
“WELL IF IT ISN’T MY PUNCHING BAG!!”
Gnor went pale in fright. Brody had grown. AT A STAGGERING RATE!! Her usual beastly 6ft 4 seemed like nothing now! As her head rose above street lights at just under 9 FEET TALL!!
Her voice was deeper and her speech was slower. Such a size difference can cause a delay in the sound.
Brody: “SEE THE SIZE OF MY BELLY!! EATING THROUGH YOUR CREDIT CARDS TOOK ITS TOLL!! WHEW!! THAT WEIRD KURXA PLACE REALLY HITS THE SPOT-
(Gnor was paralysed. Her belly sloshed like an aquarium with whales inside!)
PLUS THIS IS GASSIEST I'VE EVER BEEN… BEEN CLOGGED UP FOR THREE WEEKS TOO!! MY CONSTIPATION FARTS ARE ALL YOURS. SO BAD… urk… EVEN I GAG ON THEM HAHA”
Gnor was crawling away. He looked death in the face as she grabbed him by the foot.
“COME HERE. YOU LIVE WITH ME NOW”
Brody stomped on his remaining belongings. Everything he had to his name was crushed under no less than 1,400lbs of pure sadistic blubber.
Gnor turned back to look at the other kids in the foster care. They left to see him. Like a silent betrayal.
Brody faced Gnor up against her ass… She wore a giant sheet that looked like a T-shirt. She enjoyed walking around bare assed.
Gnor began looking around. He had just come out of hospital. Surely someone was coming to his aid. He ALWAYS made time to help others. All he could see now was Brody’s spread ass over his body. The inside of her discoloured ass cheeks were sweaty and sludgy.
“OPENNn”
Gnor broke down! He could feel the blaze of funky smelling heat from metres away. Saying he’ll do anything begging anyone to save him.
Without warning she-
(CRIES OF ANGUISH)
Brody launched her thumb up his butt to make him open his mouth. She didn’t care how much bigger her hands had grown. Poor guy. His cock had never been so hard, as she ploughed her thumb over his G-Spot. Her thumb was huge. Poor guy yelped! He was helpless, he dove face first into her asshole like no tomorrow.
“EAT THAT HUGE SWEATY ASS HOLE!! I KNOW YOU MISSED IT. whew! UGHHH YEAH LIKE THAT!! MY SLUT”
Her mouth opened wide in pleasure as she drooled
She bent over and -
BWAAAAAAAAOAOAOAOAOAOOAAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUAUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFF
BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAUUUUUIIIIRRRRRRRRRTTT!!
Brody farted in the man’s throat so loudly and with so much force and power. He inflated like an exercise ball there and then in the middle of the street. Gnor had never tasted such a thing. Most people would rather die than be filled with Brody’s 3 week old mortar shell CONSTIPATION farts.
“UGH SEE!! ONLY THE SMALL ONES ARE COMING OUT!!“
Brody saw Gnor and-
“MY VERY OWN HOPPER BALL!!
“No wait! Please I-“
SQUELCH!!
BAVOOM!!
Brody sat on Gnor. The poor soul could never catch a break. Filled with her BIG unruly farts. Inflated beyond physically possible. Now he had a 1,400lb SSBBW GOLATH sitting and bouncing on his inflated body. He inflated to a 12 x 12 metre hopper ball!
The kids in the orphanage who knew Gnor cringed. They could hear his body imploding under Brody as she bounced off down the road. Pulling the ends of his ears as handlebars.
No one could imagine someone being this cruel. Brody was riding and bouncing HARD! Bouncing high and landing as far as she could screaming and hollering enjoying herself. Pushing the man’s body to the last thread of its ability. She didn’t care if Gnor popped. SHE was enjoying bouncing full weight down the road.
The orphanage rejoiced in her leaving.
Some kids ran out to watch the final moments of Gnor. Her deep menacing laugh rang out over the town. Brody was bouncing purely on Gnor at this point. Forcing his body to deal with the weight of each GIGA-IMPACTED bounce with the suburban concrete.
Brody’s hands kept slipping from Gnor’s ears. So she stuffed fingers into his nose and mouth holes and continued. Pulling on his face made his scream in Terror one last time before
KABLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!
Gnor’s body gave up. Brody popped him. Releasing her gas cloud to linger over the neighbourhood like an acid like mist. The orphanage saw the end of Gnor from miles away. Walking inside.
“OHH MAN THAT WAS FUN!!! (Turns to face down at her ass) FUCKING PUSSY. YOU ALWAYS RUIN THE FUN!! LIFT ME UP!!”
Brody ground her words into her butt while sitting on popped Gnor.
Getting up. The empty YARD WIDE butt indent stares back at her.
Gnor’s body was plastered across her butt.
“SUCH A WIMP… GOD… (stretching his body trying to get him off her ass. His body was like rubbery flesh. She stretched him over her traffic blocking booty)
YOU’VE GOT 20 MINUTES… GOING TO BE A LONG RIDE HOME…
(GRRRRGLOLOLOLOUURGLE)… UGHHH SHIT, C’MERE TIMES UP!! OPEN YOUR MOUTH”
Thanks for reading
This story was very enjoyable to write
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