By: Europaguy
Agent Robert Burrows looked with a scowl upon the young woman sitting across the featureless metal table from him, the interrogation room silent expect for the CIA agent’s occasional question and the sarcastic, often smug replies from the red-haired 21-year-old that was seated with her arms cuffed together.
“I keep telling you, you won’t find the bomb until its too late,” Ren Chapman smirked as she held up her restrained wrists. “You might as well send me straight to prison, because I’d rather die than give up my mission.”
A bead of sweat dripping down the brow of his bald head, Burrows had to think of something quickly. Sitting there in an orange prison jumpsuit and toying with his interrogation attempts, Ren Chapman was an infamous eco-terrorist that had finally been caught, but this victory came at a price. Ren had wired a homemade bomb somewhere within a KFC location, and intended on blowing up the famous fried chicken restaurant for the purpose of raising awareness towards factory farms.
“Forget about the chickens for a moment, and think of the livelihoods you’ll destroy,” the agent argued to the suspect. “That bomb would blow up the jobs of no less than ten employees!”
“Then tell them to go work at McDonalds or something,” Ren sneered, before her plump red lips became an evil grin. “Until I decide to blow one of those up, of course.”
Growling, Burrows lamented about how he’d have to switch up tactics, when he suddenly got a call from his superior.
“The interrogator from Washington has just arrived,” the woman’s voice spoke cooly, immediately flooding the agent with relief. “Do everything she asks. Her methods can apparently get quite messy.”
“Thank God,” Burrows chuckled, before smirking towards the prisoner. “Heheheh, you should have cooperated with me, young lady. You’re about to deal with the best in the agency now.”
“I’ve endured torture before, so give me everything you’ve got,” Ren replied confidentially with a faux yawn.
The room trembled as a large, hulking figure appeared suddenly in the door, resembling a massive shadow as it moved beneath the interrogation room’s dim lights. Thinking that this interrogator was about to be some kind of massive, brawly super-soldier, Ren was instead surprised to see the biggest woman she’d ever seen. 6’3 in height, she had long, blonde hair, and was dressed in a black suit with a red tie—and the outfit that was literally bursting at the seams as her gargantuan bust popped out from the white shirt beneath her suit, while a pump belly spilled over the waistband of her immensely-tight trousers. A dark-grey, the slacks looked more like leggings as the lady’s trunk-like legs and expansive hips pushed them to their material limits.
“Hello, I’m Agent Ivy,” the blond BBW greeted sweetly as she shuffled inside. “Ah, you must be the little terrorist girl. I guess none of us will be getting a 3-piece meal on your watch, eh?”
“Yeah, I suppose me ridding the world of another fast-food restaurant will be doing you a favor,” Ren snickered.
“Ignore her, she’s been nothing but difficult since we picked her up,” Burrows intervened as he enthusiastically shook the amazon’s hand. “But it is an honor to meet you, Agent Ivy, you’re a legend in the CIA!”
“Thanks, sweetie,” Ivy replied bashfully, before glancing up at the surveillance cameras that watched the room. “Now why don’t you give us the room, and turn those cameras off while you’re out there. Please let me do my work in peace. No matter how much screaming you hear, do not intervene.”
“Y-yes ma’am, absolutely!” Burrows nodded as he rushed out of the room, closing and locking the door behind him.
Having seen a million iterations of “bad cop”, Ren was unphased by Ivy’s chilling sentence as the SSBBW waddled over to the table and loomed over her.
“So, what are you going to do to me?” she asked with an uninterested hint of sarcasm. “Sit on me? I’d imagine that’s pretty torturous.”
“We’ll get to that,” Ivy replied as her own chubby lips began to curl into a smile. “But for now, let’s talk about you. A bomb in a KFC. What a crime! Its funny though, because for me, the opposite is true. You could say that KFC is the one that gives me the occasional bomb.”
With that, Ivy turned around and presented her massive backside, which was clad in her skin-tight trousers that showed off both bulbous, boulder-like booty cheeks as she slowly sat
down on the metal table. Creaking beneath her gargantuan weight, the solid-metal surface was covered completely by the mass of ass, and Ren found herself backing away as the meaty cheeks spilled out in front of her. She could feel the heat emanating from the giant butt, and as the twin boulders spread slightly, the suspect even caught a whiff of powerful booty funk.
“Ugh, can you get that thing out of my face?” Ren recoiled as her nose twitched in response to the smell. “I’d rather you just start off with waterboarding.”
“I’d rather demonstrate some of the ‘bombs’ that KFC and fast-food gives me,” Ivy snickered as she let loose a muffled, bassy fart that struggled to escape the tight confines of her trousers. “Ahhhhhhhh there’s one now.”
Feeling a blast of hot, thick air slapping against her face, Ren immediately began to cough upon getting a good sniff of the giant fart that had just been dealt in front of her. Holding her breath, the young woman stifled a gag of disgust as she glared up at the SSBBW.
“That’s sick,” she stated, before coughing again. “Don’t tell me you’re seriously going to torture me with farts?”
“Much more than just farts, honey,” Ivy giggled, before scooting backwards and forcing the suspect’s face right against her ass. “Mmmmm get a good whiff of this ‘bomb’.”
“MMmpphghh!” Ren grunted as her face was smothered against the tight, bristly pants that were being stretched to the max by the gelatinous glutes that they contained, where she now got a forceful sniff of the next blast as its cloying stench filled her lungs and caused her to gag loudly.
“I’ll make you a deal,” the agent suggested as she farted again. “You tell me where that bomb is, and I’ll stop ‘bombing’ you. Don’t take too long though, because I’m really into this shit. I mean it. I will fuck you up even after you tell me the truth.”
“MMmmmooghh—haha is that it?” Ren coughed as she briefly freed her face from Ivy’s giant ass. “Bring it on, bitch!”
“Mmmmm this is going to be fun,” the agent grinned, almost drooling in anticipation.
With that, she reached behind her and used both hands to hold the prisoner’s face firmly against her jiggling backside, and proceeded to unleash hell. Fueled by 3 cups of coffee, 2 steak and egg omelets, a stack of pancakes, and an order of chili cheese fries, the gaseous explosions that thundered loudly out from the confined depths of Ivy’s asscrack would clear entire boardrooms with its intense, sulfuric-meaty stench, but each and every single one was laid with Ren’s nose to the seat of the agent’s pants.
Feeling the hot air repeatedly forced down her nostrils, the young terrorist clenched her body as she tried to power through the ordeal. Devoted to her cause, she was prepared to endure any pain to accomplish her mission—but these farts stank. Grunting in disgust as she was forced to suck down the putrid aroma, no amount of holding her breath would spare Ren from the noxious smell of protein farts and pungent, greasy wet flatulence. Gagging loudly as she could even sense the rotten blasts on her tongue, the prisoner involuntarily attempted to move her head away, but found it firmly fixed to the interrogator’s giant backside.
Ten minutes of this torture passed, where the entire room had long become overwhelmingly-fumigated by the endless expulsions coming out of the pear-shaped woman’s big butt. Ivy had no trouble keeping this going, where she even began to play on her phone while using the other hand to keeping Ren’s face pressed into her dampening pants. Hearing the suspect cough and retch repeatedly on the rancid stench, the agent could only smirk with satisfaction, while also getting undeniably turned on. This is what she lived for, and her unconventional methods of interrogation had made her a sought-after and valued agent.
“Do you feel like talking now?” she eventually asked down to the terrorist. “Or are you already addicted to the scent of my big, sexy booty?”
“F-fuck you, go to hell,” Ren spat defiantly as the pressure on the back of her head was let off for a moment, before she was forced back in.
“So brave. I can’t wait to grind it away from you,” the agent giggled as she resumed her farting.
Whimpering as a horrendously-loud, bassy explosion went off against her nose, Ren’s red, teary eyes and trembling body said otherwise. The truth was that the awful smell was really beginning to get to her, and each time she had to gag on the next toxic fart as it rippled against her flared nostrils, she felt herself die a little on the inside. Her head throbbed as it contended with the stink, and her vision was going blurry from the lack of oxygen, the cruel slurry of methane and farts being the only thing being allowed down her air pipe.
Another 10 minutes passed, and Ivy was now impressed—and excited. Releasing Ren’s head, she slid off of the table and pushed the metal surface away from them. The room now filled with a slightly-visible fog of brown-green, the prisoner immediately began to gasp for air, though she found little solace in the ripe, pungent aroma of pent-up lingering farts that had saturated the place. Continuing to gag on the smell, the terrorist looked up to the agent as she stepped back in front of her.
“I see you’re more than just talk, so you have my admiration,” Ivy began as she took hold of her waistband as slowly began to tug down at her trousers. “But now you’ve passed the point of no return. I hope you keep your resolve, because even after you’ve told me the truth, I’m going to keep going for as long a I feel like it.”
With a large, forceful tug, the agent removed her pants, and her gargantuan, pale, cellulite-bumped booty promptly bounced free of its confines. Her eyes widening in horror, Rem had never seen a human posterior so huge, where it seemed almost twice as big now that it was
freed from its tight confines. Worse yet, Ivy had clearly gone commando, and not a speck of underwear was to be seen. That part was certainly obvious as Ren’s nose crinkled as it got a firm whiff of pure, unfiltered ass-stink.
“I took a huge shit on the plane ride over here,” the agent explained, her voice becoming low and sultry. “I wonder if you can guess whether I wiped my butt or not. Care to take a look?”
Putting a hand to each of her jiggling, boulder-like booty cheeks, Ivy spread them apart and exposed the deep, dark, swampy canyon between them. Like putting her face to an open oven, Ren felt herself basking in an intense heat that brought with it a nauseating, unbearably-
putrid stink as Ivy’s hairy, unkempt buttcrack was visibly dirty from several preceding bowel movements. Putting the previous farts to shame, the terrorist gagged loudly on this new stink, where she desperately tried to back the chair that she was seated on away, only to soon find her head again in the hands of Ivy.
Backing up against her, now unimpeded by the table, the agent grasped handfuls of Ren’s red hair and pulled her entire head into her ass with all her might. Pulled deep between the pale buttcheeks, the suspect’s head was absolutely devoured in the deep, reeking crack, where Ren now began to squeal loudly with revulsion, disgusted beyond belief as her pretty face made contact with the SSBBW’s unwiped shithole. Feeling as if she had just stuck her head into a portapotty, Ren felt the slimy insides of Ivy’s crack spread firmly across her face, where her nose and mouth in particular were smothered against the deepest reaches. Her nose was right on target, now planted firmly directly on the agent’s hairy, wrinkled anus.
Her resolve fading, Ren began to actively fight this torture. Now smothered in Ivy’s heavy booty, it became incredibly hard to breathe, but the sparse inhales that she was able to get in were nothing short of toxic. Ripe with the agent’s powerful body odor and unwiped feces, the stink sent Ren back into retching, where her whole body repeatedly convulsed and recoiled as she took in the brunt of the nastiness. Putting her back into the fight this time, the suspect tried to turn herself away, but her rapidly-flaring nostrils were kept in their brown-nosing place, disgustingly being smeared against Ivy’s freshly-used butthole.
“Awe what’s wrong, does it stink a little?” the interrogator giggled innocently. “Showering isn’t really my strong suit, but luckily the feds let me use the mouths of terrorist
scum like you to clean me from time to time. Wanna open wide for me, princess? Say ‘aaahhhhhh’.”
“MMMMMPPPGHGHHFHH!” Ren screamed as an enormous wet fart exploded right against her nose, sending a fresh horrid smell straight into her senses. Feeling her mouth open, Ivy wasted no time in tugging her victim’s chin up a little and forcing her fetid anus against her squealing lips.
“Ahhhh yeah, eat that. Good girl,” the agent sighed with relief as she let loose a monstrous 20-second explosion of flatulence echo all the way down the prisoner’s throat. “I bet you’ll be tasting that in the morning.”
Her legs kicking wildly now to the point that she fell off the chair, the taste of pure shit sent Ren into panic. Even as her lower half fell to the floor, her face was held firmly in place, rendering her powerless to do anything other than eat the next vile, wet, and incredibly-smelly explosion as Ivy mercilessly farted directed into her mouth again.
“MMMMMOOOGOOGHH!! MMHHUHUH,” the terrorist cried out, almost sounding as if she was sobbing while the agent farted twice more, the second one carrying more than just gas as a shitty cocktail of assjuice violated the young woman’s mouth.
“Mmmm yeah you’re really realizing how bad it can get now, right?” Ivy snickered with a devilish smile. “Tell me where the bomb is, or the next ‘bomb’ I lay against your tongue might be a very brown one.”
Releasing the girl’s face from her massive behind, Ivy awaited her response.
“Ugh you sick fuck!” Ren managed to say through a gag, before whimpering back a cry. “Oh my god…n-no, I’ll never tell you.”
Feeling her pussy become wet at hearing the terrorist’s resolve cracking by the second, Ivy shoved the suspect to the ground and promptly dropped her enormous ass right on top of her face. With her squirming body buried deep beneath her bulk, Ivy treated herself to a butt massage courtesy of her victim’s face. For 10 minutes she scrubbed the length of her fetid, unkempt booty across Ren’s facial features, finding that her bony nose made for a great scratcher against her bare butthole. The whole time, she made sure to drop nothing less than the most putrid, indescribably-nasty farts, no doubt dyeing parts of Ren’s face brown and splashes of green. Her disgusted grunts became desperate, shrill screams of pure horror, but Ivy dared not answer a single one of them as she sat undisturbed for an agonizingly-long time.
“Guess what, sweetie? If you don’t tell me where that bomb is in the next 30-seconds, I’m going to drop the biggest shit right in your mouth,” Ivy threatened. “And its going to be so goopy and nasty, that you might choke on it. Doesn’t matter to me.”
Disgusted beyond belief, her mind broken and faltering, Ren couldn’t keep up her brave face. She was ready to endure torture, but this was something else. Not even her cause was worth taking a rancid dump down the throat for.
“F-fine,” the terrorist sighed. “The bomb is under the napkin dispenser next to the second cash register.”
“Hear that, boys?” Ivy asked up towards the cameras, which at the very least were capturing the audio, before slowly lowering her butt back down. “Thank you sooooo much for your compliance. As a reward, I’ll give you some of this delicious treat I’ve been brewing in here…”
“WHAT? NO BUT I—
Ren was silenced as that massive woman sat back down on her face, and worse yet, it was again with her butthole forced over her opened mouth. Despite having betrayed her cause, it appeared as through the young terrorist was not getting off anytime soon.
“Uuuughhhhh yeah taste that shit,” Ivy sighed with relief as the room filled with the gruesome sounds of a human mouth filling to the brim with semi-solid excrement. “Swallow it, bitch. That’s exactly what you deserve.”
Ren’s mortified screams were all that Ivy needed to reach down to her crotch, and promptly begin to touch herself to the sounds of her victim’s suffering. A tongue-scorching fart would occasionally thunder down the suspect’s throat along with the steady dump, and the stench in the room only increased all the more worse as the agent mercilessly shat in Ren’s mouth for a further 5 minutes. When all was said and done, she used her nose for toilet paper, before finally rising to her feet.
“Confirmed, the bomb has been disabled,” Burrows announced over the intercom. “Amazing work, Agent Ivy.”
“Excellent,” Ivy grinned, before looking down at the terrorist, who had since begun to convulse in an unconscious furor. “Hey, do you mind if we keep her in lock up for a few days? I feel like I can still have more fun with her.”
“Cell 4C is all yours,” the other agent replied from the office. “Please don’t damage her too much until the hearing…”
“Don’t worry,” Ivy said softly as she looked down to the young woman. “Because by the time I’m through with her, she’ll be in love with my big booty…”