Jerked on the Bus
#5 of Roleplay Inspired
Zach's commute home was never very eventful. The skinny fox had nothing to do but space out in the back of the bus and the crowd around him was of a similar mindset.
That was until a very particular thick goth lady made her appearance. To say she spiced up a dull afternoon was an understatement. A black leather dress clung fur-tight to her chubby body and the overabundance of curves. Round belly and the shape of the button suggested she had a navel piercing- same for the pointy nipples. The hem of her dress was stretched taut between the great span of space between her hips, cut short so that much of her fat thighs were visible squeezed lightly by fishnet stalkings. Dark eyelashes curled out from either side of her broad snout.
Being thicker than any bowl of oatmeal ever served, she filled the aisle and the sides of her ass cheeks brushed the seats on either side as she walked. The great mounds of ass sprung back into place with each row she passed, clapping already even with such little provocation.
Once she drew closer to him, Zach's eyes snapped from the looming rear to the woefully inadequate empty seat beside him. Back to the ass filling more and more of his field of view until at last he was in her shadow. Her face was on him and the scent of roses- probably black ones at that. She raised an eyebrow as he nervously scooted over.
The invitation was accepted, Zach found himself being pushed up against the side of the bus. A big, warm cheek that weighed more than he did on its own was resting against him. His legs were pinned together, along with his arms. Elbow and shoulder sunk a ways into the cheek as her mere size and weight alone packed him snugly in place.
As the bus started down the road she pulled a phone out to tap at it with sharp black nails. He couldn't see what she was doing, as a giant titty overshadowed his face. But eventually the tapping stopped and she put the phone away with an irritated grunt. Zach suddenly felt a hand on his knee.
"My phone died," She said as her nails traced up and down his leg.
"S-sorry to hear that," He squeaked out, "But...what are you doing?"
"I get bored easily,"
He felt her hand slide down under his pants, popping the button off and plowing the zipper down. A smooth single motion that had to be the result of practice. Surprising neither of them, he was already hard as he had been since the moment he laid eyes on her.
Fingers probed their way through his underwear, a hint of sharpness moving down the length of his cock and then to cup his balls and apply a reassuring momentary squeeze to them. She brought his cock out to sit and throb in his lap for her consideration.
They both looked down at the pink shaft sprouting from his knot and she giggled. Both smiled at each other. Though hers was mischievous while his was nervous and his cheeks blazed.
"I've seen way bigger, but that's probs the cutest," She gave her verdict, punctuated with a loud pop of her gum.
Her sharp nails encircled his nuts next and tugged them out as well, spilling a set of fluffy white orbs into his lap. Again she giggled at the series of odd expressions and sounds coming from the fox as she grasped one of his testes, pinching it between finger and thumb to massage it back and forth.
The grip she put on his cock was firm and sharp enough to let the small fox know who was in charge here without a word.
"What's your name, sweetie?" She asked.
"Zzz...Uh, Zach?"
"Nice to meet you. You can call me Mommy,"
As she said this, she leaned down and placed a sloppy wet kiss on him that stained the top of his muzzle with black lipstick. At the same time she felt a thread of warm precum oozing in her grasp.
Her hand completely covered the fox's cock and knot. She tightened her thumb and topmost finger, squeezing his head and then began milking him. While the fox's eyes rolled to the back of his head, she kept a nonchalant expression on her own face. Working up to speed quickly. Pentagram and skull emblazoned rings on her fingers tapped his knot with each stroke, providing a spice of pain amongst the pleasure she was pumping into him.
She wrapped her free arm around him, squeezing him into her side with his head tucked just under a tit. Then bent his cock so that the head was squished against her thigh. And with a final stroke felt him twitch in her fist. He squirted on the outside of her thigh, in a rapid sequence of point blank spurts.
"I want every drop out of those little things,"
With the stern command she squeezed and stretched his balls and this prompted a muffled yelp under her tits but also a few more squirts over her leg. As he panted, she continued to play with his softening cock. Pinched it between her fingers, she stretched it out like a piece of taffy and let it snap back into a limp noodle.
"That's how I mark my favorite fox boys," She said, poking his knot.
While jerking him off, the edge of one of her pentagram rings had scratched his knot with the shape of a Z. It would later form a small but distinct scar.
"Heh...I'm your favorite?" He posed the question in between his panting.
"One of 'em yes,"
Standing up, she shuffled over and reached with some effort behind her to pull up her skirt. Zach had a full view only inches from his face. The thighs bloomed from the top of her fishnets, into an all encompassing booty. Silver skull and crossbone jewelry pierced the dimples in her lower back, riding atop the mountain of ass.
It descended on him, a warm soft grip pushing down past his snout and then head.
Little did the other passengers suspect what was taking place behind them in the back of the bus. A fox being gradually taken up and swallowed into a goth girl's ass. She bore down until her cheeks were pressing into both seats and the fox was swallowed up to the waist. She stood and turned her efforts to flexing and pulling the rest of him up in between the cheeks.
Only his paws poked out from her ass, brought close together by the pressure. But even they disappeared as she dropped her ass on the seats, buckling them to the tune of groaning metal. The few backward gazes this drew did not find anything out of order.
As her stop arrived, she pulled her dress back down and stood to get off. Zach cradled in her guts and baked by the warmth of her body heat.
"I'm taking you home," She said, patting her ass, "I've only just begun with you, little fox boy,"
Her ass made for a more interesting ride than the bus and so Zach had no objections to this turn of events.