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 and sometimes those who dont. So I'm going to write short chapters where you can see that, but I'm new at this so don't expect much ok?
Co-Written by Titan820
Some people viewed Springfield as just another ordinary city, not particularly famous for its notable features but rather known for peculiarities such as a mountain of burning tires. However, for those who resided there, they were well aware of the eccentricities that unfolded if one stayed for more than a few days. The city was teeming with unique individuals, and one could either embrace the quirkiness or strive to bring about change.
Nevertheless, there was a certain blue-haired woman growing weary of her son's persistent determination to do as he pleased, often without considering the consequences of his actions. No matter how many times she attempted to guide him towards personal growth, her words seemed to go in one ear and out the other. The path he was treading was destined for trouble, yet the young boy either disregarded his mother's advice or assumed she would forgive him since it was her role as a mother.
"Ugh...that son of mine can be quite a handful. I only wish he could comprehend the importance of change and make an effort to improve himself. His academic performance is highly disappointing," Marge lamented, seated on the couch, gently massaging her temples. She couldn't help but dwell on her son's recent prank and how he gleefully reveled in it throughout the day.
Marge loved her son dearly; there was no doubt about that. However, over the years, a sense of resentment had slowly crept in. Bart's penchant for turning everything into chaotic turmoil had made life needlessly complicated for her and the rest of the family. His antics often resulted in public vandalism, leaving Marge with a nagging realization. Her son needed discipline—a firm demonstration that would unequivocally convey her seriousness about his need for change before it was too late and he spiraled into delinquency, potentially facing legal consequences. The world was not his playground.
"This cannot persist any longer. I must impart a meaningful lesson, one that will prompt him to change his ways. Taking away his toys or limiting his internet access won't suffice," Marge pondered, her fingers lightly grazing her chin.
Knowing her son better than anyone else, Marge recognized that Bart possessed a keen intellect when it came to obtaining what he desired, particularly if it involved fun and the application of chemistry to enhance his pranks. It seemed he transformed into a prodigy overnight. Thus, she needed to catch him off guard and ensure her lesson had a lasting impact.
"Hmmm...ah! I believe I have an idea. While I'm not particularly proud of it, as it was employed by my sister during her post-breakup phase seeking vengeance, it will serve its purpose," Marge contemplated, a mischievous smirk crossing her face. All she had to do now was wait for Bart to return home.
The Simpsons Residence - 4:00 PM
Bart returned home after a fun-filled day with his friend, looking forward to sharing his adventures with his family. As he entered the house, he let out a sigh of contentment and opened the door.
"Man, today was a blast! Milhouse got hit in the balls by a soccer ball, courtesy of Nelson. That guy is savage, but it was so hilarious!" Bart chuckled, recounting the humorous incident to himself.
"Hey there, Bart. How was your day, sweetie?" Marge greeted him with an innocent smile, genuinely interested in hearing about his day.
"Oh, hey, Mom! It was awesome, but all the excitement has made me quite hungry. Do we have anything to eat?" Bart inquired, his stomach rumbling.
"No worries, I've got just the thing for you. There's a refreshing chocolate milkshake waiting for you in the kitchen," Marge responded, pointing him in the direction of the treat.
"Thanks, Mom! You're the best," Bart expressed his gratitude, heading towards the kitchen. He settled on a stool and eagerly indulged in the sweet delight.
As Bart savored the milkshake, he noticed a subtle difference in the taste, but his carefree nature led him to dismiss it. Little did he know, his mother had added a secret ingredient to the drink. Unbeknownst to him, the effects would soon become apparent.
"Mmm... This tastes different," Bart remarked, his curiosity piqued.
Gradually, a sense of drowsiness washed over Bart, causing his eyelids to grow heavy. Before he could fully comprehend what was happening, he found himself succumbing to sleep, his head drooping.
Confused and disoriented, Bart slowly regained consciousness. He blinked his eyes open, taking in his surroundings. It became evident that he was in his own bedroom, but to his dismay, he realized he was bound to a chair.
"Ugh, what was in that milkshake? And why am I tied up?" Bart questioned, the realization of his predicament sinking in.
It appeared that he was alone in the room, except for the ominous silence that enveloped him. The last thing Bart remembered was drinking the milkshake his mother had prepared for him, and then... darkness.
"Mom? Is someone there?" Bart called out, his voice tinged with uncertainty and concern.
"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's going on? Why am I here?" Bart's voice trembled with confusion and concern.
Marge approached him, her expression serious and stern. "Bart, you have been behaving terribly. You neglect your studies, constantly play pranks on others without considering the consequences, and you exhibit selfish and reckless behavior. This has been going on for far too long," she explained, her voice filled with disappointment.
Bart's eyes widened as he listened to his mother's words, realizing the gravity of his actions. "I... I'm sorry, Mom. I know I've made mistakes, but changing who I am isn't easy. Can you please untie me? I promise to try harder tomorrow," he pleaded, a tinge of fear creeping into his voice as he sensed the severity of the situation.
Marge's face hardened, and she shook her head in response. "Do you think I'm foolish enough to believe empty promises? No," she replied firmly.
"No?" Bart's surprise and apprehension grew.
"This time, simply saying sorry won't suffice, Bart. You need to learn a lesson, or else there's no telling where your actions will lead you. Punishment is necessary," Marge stated, a mischievous smirk crossing her face.
Bart swallowed nervously, his heart racing with fear. His mother's behavior was unfamiliar and unsettling, and he had no idea what she might do. As he struggled against the restraints, Marge swiftly placed her hand over his mouth, silencing his protests.
"Shh, it's okay, Bart. This is for your own good," she whispered, her voice carrying an eerie calmness.
"W-Wait, Mom! Let's not do anything crazy," Bart pleaded, his eyes filled with a mix of desperation and fear.
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"
Rather then keep on talking, Marge decided that actions speak louder than words and so did what he never thought she would do, the blue haired housewife sits her big and soft booty on Barts lap with a *thump* not ready to house such a heavy bum that came like that from nowhere.
"OOoh...W-What?" Bart was confused and somewhat feeling an itch on his crotch.
"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, you're not the definition of innocence'' Marge asked, adorning a smirk on her face.
Bart blushed as he didn't say any cool retort, his mom's big booty felt really soft but it was also pretty 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, almost like they were coming from an upset stomach after eating something they shouldn't.
"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!"
"ARRRGGMM!"
*PBBBBBBBTBTBTBTBTBBBBBBBBPPPHURT*
What happened next surprised Bart, as from his mom bootylicious ass cheeks came out a boisterous fart right onto his lap, like a blast of stinky and hot foul air that immediately reached his nostrils making him scrunch his face in disgust while Marge just sighed in relief, grinding her ass left and right on her sons lap, each cheek so thick it was like his lower half had been swallowed.
"Eww! Uurck! What the hell did you just farted on me?" 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 for quite a while, I made sure to eat the leftover pizza with jalapeno pepper from a week ago" Marge said in relief.
"Mom this isn't funny, 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 as if she wanted to make sure that stench was going to cling to his clothes for the entire week.
"No can do honey, once this engine is put to work it won't stop anytime soon, so you better get comfy because you know what else Rhymes with Bart?"
"Mom no! Dont!" Bart begged for it but she didn't listen.
*BRAAAAPTTTTPPPPFFFFFRRRRRRAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPP*
The blue haired milf groaned farted once more, this time it came out even louder than before, it was so strong that Marge could feel how her ass cheeks vibrated a little from the sheer wind strength that her body just unleashed, and for some reason she started to enjoy this far more than what was expected.
"Whew! That was a huge one, did you felt it Bart?"
Marge asked her son as she grinds her big booty left and right, making sure he felt every inch of it, not caring if she was too heavy for him. Bart coughs and gags in disgust, feeling how deadly his mom farts could be, they were so dang awful.
"M-Mom why are you doing this?"
"This is your punishment young man, so spare me of any words asking me to stop it, because that is not happening, not until I make sure you understand your situation"
Marge then stands up and starts to remove her dress, letting it drop to the floor revealing her thick and luscious yellow ass, with a whooping 40-inches of curvaceous booty meat. She didn't really need to take the dress off to show her body like that, it was so tight that it left little to the imagination but a part of her seemed to enjoy doing it, teasing her naughty son like this, while he was unable to move, having total control over the situation.
"What do you think?" She asked him as she slapped her big yellow ass and made it jiggle like jello.
"Yeah i-its nice I guess" Bart said, not sure what to say.
"What do you mean by that?" She seemed peeved that he didn't immediately say that it was sexy or hot.
"S-Sorry, I'm still dizzy from the fart you just launched at me!" Bart said, trying to be reasonable.
Marge didn't seem to believe him even though her fart was pretty stinky, shen puts her thick bum back on his lap and started grinding on her son's crotch making him see the difference between having clothes and having no clothes at all, 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?" She asked while moving her ass faster.
"I-I will be, now please get up!" Bart begged her thick bootied mom.
Marge was tired of how her son begged for her to release him, so she decided to get up, turn around and kick the chair down, 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 as a sign of doom, the blue thong she was wearing barely hiding her derriere.
"I. Don't. Believe. You. Let's make this little session of us be stuck on your thick head son"
Marge laughed like an evil woman who was about to do something terrible before she jumped up, aiming and landing her milf booty onto her son's face, in turn making him feel pain and pleasure, 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. The only thing Bart could see was the large and yellow booty that went up showing its massive size before coming down on him like a meteor, a stinky and painful meteor.
"Your words mean nothing, your promises are empty. I need to make you swear for real"
Marge then removed her panties, showing her fully naked booty before smacking it again, and pinning Bart's face with her yellow and soft booty cheeks, Marge decided to let go of the fart she was holding on and once it was out, DANG! It was so loud that anyone in the neighborhood would have listened and so foul, smelling a garbage truck would be better, and to make things worse that staunch went right up his nostrils and into his mouth, being filled to the rim.
*FRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBRRRRRAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTPPPPPTPTPTPTPPPHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUTTT*
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, his eyes tearing up because of it.
"Oooooh! Shit! I never thought i could blast air like that" She said with a laugh 'Hmmm~I don't know why but letting out such huge and loud farts on his face feels so good, it's like I always wanted to do this'
"HMHMHMHPP" Bart tried slapping her moms ass to get her off.
"Ouch! Young man who said you could smack my ass?"
Marge wiggled her ass around while Bart squirmed, making him go deeper almost feeling his nose poke into her butthole. Something was addicting to this, having complete control over someone like this and humiliating them with her farts.
"Your struggle only makes things worse Bart" Marge then stands up.
*PBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRPPPPPHHHHHUUUTTTTRTT*
But not before letting out another fart before doing so, and once again he gagged as Bart was forced to smell his mom's foul fart.
"Ugh, so nasty! So stinky, ohhh i'm gonna throw up" He said, feeling like all he could breath now ws fart
"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 '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 as he walks away in shame
'Hmmm…Maybe it won't be so bad if he breaks his promise hehe, if he does next time I invite my sisters' Marge thought with an evil smirk.
Bart was left horrified at what just happened, his mom had sat on his face and made him eat her farts, threatening to do it again if he stepped out of line, he would never inh is wildest dreams think she would do something like that, and he hated himself...for getting a boner through it.
How Marge Looks like: rule34. xxx/index. php?page=post&s=view&id=5358898