A little more with Carmella and Trisha

“Hold on I got another idea,” I said going back and grabbing the the tape from the sweaty guy. First I taped the formerly toweled guy, so he was stuck balls deep in Carmella’s tight ass. Next I tightly wrapped the tape around the base of Trisha’s fake tits, so they looked like overinflated balloons. “Now she truly is balloon tits.”

“Nice, but what about Pumpkin Butt over there,” Sophie said pointing in Carmella’s direction.

“Well..” I said thinking for a second before walking over to Carmella. With one giant windup I smack her ass as hard as possible. After a surprising amount of jiggle a red hand print appeared on her ass.

“Don’t know if I’ve ever seen a red pumpkin before ,” Sophie smirked.

“Close enough, and shut up you know you want your turn,” I laughed. Sophie just smiled, and delivered a hard smack to the other cheek. For the next ten minutes we laughed as we alternated slaps giving Pumpkin Butt the spanking of her life. When we were done Carmella’s ass was glowing bright red, and you could even feel the heat coming off her cheeks.

“Guess she’ll be known as Tomato Butt from now on,” Sophie said.

Going back to our stall we restarted time. Both Carmella and Trisha’s screams echoed through out the locker rooms. Due to the pain in Carmella’s ass, her body jump forward causing her face to dive deep into Trisha’s sweaty crack. Trisha also reacted to the pain in her tits by releasing a rotten egg smelling protein fart. The fart entered Carmella’s screaming mouth causing her cheeks to puff out like a chipmunk. The man seemed as though he was unable to enjoy the anal, as he was gagging from the stench.

“My fucking tits are going to explode,” Trisha whined.

“Well maybe if you didn’t get those bimbo tits,” Trisha said gagging.

“Fuck you, at least I don’t have a silicone ass,” Trisha yelled.

“I would never, I’m all natural.” Carmella said.

“Haha ok.. we all know it’s fake. We joke about it behind your back,” Trisha laughed.

“What the fuck, how dare you,” Carmella said in anger. “Well we all complain about your nasty B.O. you filthy skank.

"When I get out of here I'm going to kick your fake ass," Trisha screamed.

Sophie and I stopped time as the rotten stench officially reached us, and we could no longer take it. “Time for the Cunt,” Sophie said with a smile.

Ava "The Cunt" Bradley was still in the middle of her training session with the overweight man. She was currently in the middle of laughing and taking a picture of him, as he was bent over at the waist, dripping sweat, in front of the weight sled.

“Got any ideas,” I asked.

“I’m going to make this Cunt regret the day she ever decided to scam me,” Sophie said with that familiar evil smirk.