New Day Inn [m2bbw, gas]

Some said that a powerful secret society operated from within.

Some believed that a reclusive wizard lived inside and that he would grant a wish to anyone that could unlock the inn’s mystery.

Some claimed that the building was haunted and that a gateway to hell could be found from the cellar.

You dismissed these speculations as nothing but rumors of superstitious local townspeople who’s peaceful lives longed for mystery and excitement.

Still, the establishment was far from suspicious.

The building was enormous and beautiful, too high maintenance to be profitable in such a remote town with no notable tourism.

As the curious reporter from the big city that you were, you booked yourself a room to see if you could dig up something interesting about the history of the inn… And perhaps find out where the funds came from.

It only took you a few days to discover that there indeed were numerous hints of a secret society using the place.

Having sat many hours in the bar section, you had noticed a very specific exchange of words that the bartender kept repeating with a few of the patrons.

It appeared to be a password of sorts that allowed the customer a free entry though a locked door behind the counter.

Having memorized the dialogue, you intended to try gaining access for yourself on the next day.

But as you were getting ready for bed, someone started banging on your door.

Opening it up, you expected to see some kind of a hitman staring at you through the iron sights of his pistol.

But instead, standing in the hallway was a fat, motherly looking lady, almost as wide as she was tall.

There was a very casual, easy-going vibe about her.

She was completely barefoot, and her clothes looked like they were more intended for sleeping.

“Heyyy. You’re that reporter writing about the inn, aren’t you? The owner said he’d love to meet you. Wanna come with me?”, she cheerfully asked.

You agreed gladly.

Up until now, the owner had been so elusive that you doubted if the person was even alive.

The large lady headed down the hallway, and you followed closely behind her.

The corridor seemed to go on forever.

Your eyes were starting to focus on that big, jiggly butt in front of you.

It was absolutely massive, probably bigger than any ass you’d seen on a woman in real life before.

Her red panties were clearly visible through the gray sweatpants.

You couldn’t stop yourself from fantasizing how it’d feel like to pull down those pants and underwear and watch that glorious behind burst forth in all it’s massive glory.

Too consumed by these horny thoughts, you made no conversation as the two of you kept walking down the corridor.

The only noises were the footsteps of this enormous woman thumping heavily against the carpet floor.

Though paying full attention to the gargantuan behind, you were starting to notice odd sensations.

The woman ahead of you appeared taller, the space around you a little larger.

You could clearly recall having to glance a little downwards when she came to your door, but looking at her now, she seemed roughly of the same height as you.

Your footsteps were becoming heavier, your movement slowing down.

It felt like your thighs were brushing against eachother, more and more with each step.

Unfamiliar, jiggly sensations came from all over your body, and it was making you uncomfortable and sweaty.

But you kept staring intently at that magnificent fat butt, even though for some reason the tingling it sent down to your crotch felt very different now.

A bit of gas erupted from your ass, creating an audible fart which broke the hypnotic silence somewhat.

The woman turned around and smiled.

You could feel your face heat up and blush in shame.

“S-sorry, I…” you stuttered, but your voice came out sounding so girly that it threw you off.

“Hey, it’s fine! Do I look like the type to mind that sort of thing?”, she replied, letting out a little toot herself for emphasis.

Her response drew out a girlish giggle from you.

“Hehe, I guess not”, you sheepishly replied.

This woman was nice, you though to yourself.

All those sexual thoughts you had of her before were gone.

“We’re almost to the toilets so hang on just a second longer”, the woman exclaimed.

The toilets? What did she mean?

“Weren’t you supposed to take me to the owner?”, you asked.

“I am the owner, you silly girl”, she stated matter-of-factly as she pushed open the door to the men’s room.

“Um, isn’t this the men’s restroom?”, you asked, wondering why questioning that aloud felt so puzzling to you.

“Yes it is, dear. You wouldn’t receive much customers in the ladies room!”

“C-customers?”

“Is your head full of air too, Heather? Don’t you remember our arrangement? I let you live, eat and sleep at the inn and you in exchange suck cocks of my male visitors during weekend evenings”, she said, sounding slightly irritated.

"W-what?”, you shrieked.

“Don’t act so dramatic, you little slut”, the owner said, her tone no longer kind and motherly. “It was all your idea in the first place. You know you’d do this even without compensation. I’m the one risking everything by basically allowing you to prostitute yourself in my restrooms. You know this is the only job for a fat, gassy whore like yourself.”

As she said it, it became true. 

Finding a job had been difficult in this small town because of your condition. 

But then you found this place. You felt your legs tremble with excitement and your pussy aching longingly. 

The thought of all the guys you’d get to pleasure tonight was driving you crazy.

New Day Inn was the best.