A\N: I am not someone who will be sexually aroused if a beautiful girl would fart on me, but for some reason I find myself wanting to write about big booty girls farting over characters who deserve it as torture. So here is what im doing, im going to write short chapters where you can see that, but there are a few rules.
Co-Written by Titan820
Some people saw Springfield as just another city that wasn't really that famous for the best of things but more well known for things like a mountain of tires on fire, but those who lived there knew how weird things could be if you stayed there for more than a few days, as it was full of people who were unique in their own ways, you could either live with it or try to change it.
However, there was a certain blue-haired woman that was getting somewhat TIRED of how a certain son of hers seemed to be more than determined to constantly do whatever he wants, with a lack of awareness of the consequences of his actions. No matter how many times she tried to help him become a better person though, it seems that it entered one ear and left through the other, that path was not going to end well for him but the boy either ignored her or thought she would forgive him since she was her mom and that was her job.
"Ugh...that son of mine can be such a handful. I just wish that he could at least understand why he needs to change, at least try a little to be better, his grades are so disappointing" Marge said, as she was sitting on the couch, rubbing her temple, thinking about her son's latest prank and how he laughed the whole day from it.
The attractive housewife loved her son, she really did...but over the years a part of her started resenting him for always making everything into a problematic mess, making things difficult for her and the rest of the family with his way of being that ended up in public vandalism in some cases. She had then come up with a thought, her son needed to be disciplined, something that would show him just how SERIOUS she was about him needing to change and quickly, or else he would become a delinquent and then go to prison for thanks to some stunt, the world was not his playground.
"This can't go on like this anymore, I have to teach him a lesson, one that is needed for him to change but how? Taking away his toys or time on the internet won't do" Marge asked herself as she lightly scratched her chin.
She knew her son better than anyone, Bart was a smart kid when it came to getting what he wanted as long as it was fun when he learned how chemistry could make his pranks more fun and diverse. It's like he suddenly became a genius, so she needed to be sure she took him by surprise.
"Hmmm...oh! I think I have an idea, I'm not proud of it since that was used by my sister when she got out of a break-up and wanted vengeance but it will do nicely" Marge thought, smirking to herself, she just needed to wait until he was home.
*The Simpsons Residence- 4:00 PM*
It had been some time ever since Bart had left the house on a school-free day to hang out with his friend and whatever that day had in store for him, but now it was time to get back home. When arriving at his skateboard he opened the door with a sigh.
"Man, today was fun, can't believe Milhouse got hit in the balls by that soccer ball, Nelson is savage! But it was really hilarious" Bart laughed at his friend's expense.
"Hey there Bart. How was your day sweetie?" Marge asked him with an innocent smile.
"Oh! Hey mom, it was great but I'm getting a little hungry now, do we have anything to eat?" He said, already demanding something.
"Don't you worry, I got just what you need, a chocolate milkshake right there in the kitchen" She said, motioning to it.
"Thanks, mom, you're the best," Bart told his mom as he went to the kitchen, sitting on the stool and going for the sweet treat waiting for him.
"No worries, after all..." She smirked, this time a bit wider "What are mothers for?" She told him, all the while smirking with second intentions.
"Hmm...this tastes different"
Bart couldn't know exactly what that was at the time but he was also pretty careless so he just went on and slurped all of it. It didn't take long for him to start feeling sleepy after consuming the dessert.
"Uhm…What's going...on" He said before he passed out.
"Sweet dreams baby boy, trust me this is all for your own good" Marge told him before giggling.
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A few minutes later after that, the yellow-skinned boy was starting to wake up, slowly opening his eyes and seeing his surroundings.
"Ugh, what was in that- hey, why am I tied up?" Bart asked as he quickly realized he was tied to a chair.
It seems that he was in his own bedroom but unable to move, the last thing he can remember is that he was taking a milkshake his mom had made for him and then...nothing, he had blacked out.
"Mom? Is someone there?"
"Don't worry honey, I'm here" Marge showed up in the bedroom wearing her green strapless dress that was tighter around her milf body, even more, today for some reason.
"Mom, what happened? Why am I here?" Bart wanted to know.
"You have been a really bad boy, son. You don't like studying even though it's so important. You prank people all day long without caring if they end up hurt be it physically or emotionally, you're simply selfish and reckless my dear. And That behavior has been happening for quite some time" Marge said, walking closer to him, hips swaying sexily "But you don't seem to give a rat's ass about it huh?"
"Uhm…sorry? Look, mom, I'm sorry. So can you please untie me?" Bart asked kindly, starting to get scared where this is going.
"No" She simply said.
"N...No?" Bart was surprised.
"This time just saying sorry won't cut it, Bart, you must learn a lesson or else god knows where you're going to end. Punishment...is needed" Marge said with a smirk.
Bart gulped nervously, his mother never acted like that before, it was weird and he didn't know what she would do, however, as he tried to get out of the restraints, Marge put her hand on his mouth.
"It's ok...hush now Bart, it's for your own good"
"W-Wait! Mom let's not do anything crazy"
Bart knew how many fuck ups he did but it appears his mother got tired of it and actually looked like she was going to do something bad, he struggles harder to get the ropes out but the blue-haired milf already started turning around showing...her ass? Yep! Marge Bouvier Simpson was turning around specifically to show Bart her big and bouncy booty, which seemed like a nice thick ham wrapped in clothing.
"I have thought about ways to make you understand that being a brat to others isn't cool honey"
Marge then suddenly lets her ass land on top of her son's lap which surprised him quite a bit to have such a big booty like that.
"OOoh...Oh?" Bart was confused.
"Do you like big-bottomed girls Bart? Or are you gonna tell me you don't understand what I mean? Don't try it, I know you are smarter than you think, your not the definition of innocence''
Bart blushed as he didn't say any cool retort, his mom's big booty was heavy and it seemed to be making him feel things he shouldn't. However, before he could ask his mom what she was planning, gurgling sounds could be heard.
"Huh? Where did that come from?"
"That was the sound of my idea on how to punish you Bart and guess what? it's finally c-coming~" Marge grunted, biting her lower lip.
"Mom? Wait, what are you doing? Stop!"
"HUMPH!"
*PBBBBBBBTBTBTBTBTBBBBBBBBPPPHURT*
And just like that Marge had let out a big boisterous fart onto his lap, it was like a blast of hot foul air came bursting from Marge's ass, hitting the target right on the spot.
"E-Ewwwwwww! Oh heck, that stinks so bad!" Bart said as he was forced to smell the funky fart his mom just let out.
"Hmm~Oh yeah that one came out nicely, I have been holding on to it after eating the leftover pizza with chili," Marge said in relief.
"That was awful! Get off me"
Bart tried to demand his freedom after that disgusting surprise, but Marge just giggled as she started grinding her big booty on him.
"No can do honey, once this engine is put to the work it won't stop anytime soon, after all, I have filled up with so much food just for this moment, all mixed up which is making my stomach do quite the workout trying to digest it all"
*BRAAAAPTTTTPPPP*
She farted once more, this time it was louder and even more boisterous, Marge could feel her cheeks vibrating a little from that, and for some reason, she started to feel really good about that.
"Whew, that was a huge one, huh son?" She asked as she grinds more.
Bart coughs and gags at this "M-Mom why are you doing this?"
"This is your punishment young man, so spare me of any words asking me to stop it"
Marge then stands up and starts to remove her dress, letting it drop to the floor revealing her 40-inches big ass and curvaceous features. Marge didn't really need to take the dress off to show her body like that, but a part of her seemed to enjoy doing it.
"What do you think?" She asked him as she slapped her big yellow ass and made it jiggle.
"Yeah i-its nice I guess"
"What do you mean by that?" She seemed peeved.
"S-Sorry, I'm still dizzy from the fart you just launched at me!" Bart said, trying to be reasonable.
Marge then puts her ass back on his lap and started grinding on her son's crotch, her stomach started to gurgle some more but she decided to hold it in for the time being.
"Are you gonna stop being such a pain in the ass? Are you going to behave? Are you going to do whatever I tell you?"
"I will be, now please get up!" Bart begged her thick bootied mom.
Marge pushed the chair, making it fall back with Bart's grunt from that landing while looking at the ceiling. But not too long before that he could see his mom's big yellow booty looming over him, the blue thong she was wearing barely hiding her derriere.
"I. Don't. Believe. You. Let's make this little session of us be imprinted in your thick-headed head son"
And with that Marge landed her milf booty onto her son's face, grinding it left and right with no mercy, making sure he would be feeling all of it, then getting up and down, to bash his face some more like this was all pure entertainment.
"Your words mean nothing, I need to make you swear for real"
With Bart's face pinned with those yellow and soft booty cheeks, Marge decided to let go of the fart she was holding on to. The first one was slow, loud, and foul, being shot right up his nostrils and into his mouth.
*FRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBRRRRRAAAAATTTTPPPPPTPTPTPTPPPHHUUUTTT*
Bart's yells of agony were muffled by the flesh prison that was his mother's ass, all he could do was take it since his arms and legs were tied up, poor bastard was helpless. only being able to shake his head around. The fart she just let out was like a burst of vibrational force that smelled like someone just ate rotten eggs.
'Hmmm~I don't know why but letting out such huge and loud farts on his face feels so good, it's like all this anger I had to my son is getting smaller'
Marge said, wiggling her ass around while Bart squirmed. Something was addicting to this, having complete control over someone like this and humiliating them with her farts, but...this was just punishment for him right?
"Your struggle only makes things worse Bart" Marge then stands up
*PBBBRTT*
But not before letting out another small fart before doing so, and once again he gagged as Bart was forced to smell his mom's foul fart. "Ugh, so nasty!" He muffled.
"Now Bart, are you going to behave like a nice and respectful kid? That means No more pranks, no more bullshit, no more lies, and more studies or ELSE!" Marge said, aiming her ass at him again to make her point.
"Please! No! I understand! I will! I will!" He said as he was afraid of another fart blast.
"Good. This remains between the two of us Bart, you may hate it now but this is all just tough love" Marge then went to put her dress back on.
'Geez, what did she even eat to get those horribly foul farts?' Bart thought, not believing his mom would do such a thing.
'That felt...Good...oh dear, I farted all over my son's face and I think that aroused me a little bit. I didn't even mind my own stench, the feeling of my big ass on his body and letting out such loud farts while he was unable to do anything was...exciting' Marge thought, gulping down "Ok time for you to go and take a shower, the least we need is you smelling like that"
Marge removed the ropes from the chair and let Bart free now. She made a note to herself if Bart keeps misbehaving she would use her ass as a disciplinary tool.
"Y-Yes," Bart said, feeling defeated and humiliated.
How Marge Looks like: rule34. xxx/index. php?page=post&s=view&id=5358898
