(UPDATE! The below story and above picture has been edited to meet DeviantArt's Terms of Service to keep it from being completely deleted like a rash of my stories seem to be lately. I'll be putting up the complete versions again when I find a good spot for them and will put out a journal entry with details when I do so!)Hey, everyone! Geez, it feels like we're crankin' these out so fast, but I guess that's probably because my last addition before this was almost a year ago. XPAnyway, without further ado, here's the next in the Kyle & Jessi Series (with another A-fricken'-mazing pic by the one and only )!!! In this installment, Kyle gets to know Jessi a bit better (more character development that I think I've had in the rest of the stories I've put up here combined XP ), and then, well... You'll just have to read to find out!!! ^___^Warnings- Contains Chubby Girl/BBW, Farts, Toilet, and other all around humiliating circumstances.------------------------------------------------Sleeping Arrangements

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Jessi was nearly in tears of joy as her face broke into one of the biggest smiles Kyle had ever seen. “Hehehe, well don’t worry, I’ll buy you a new shirt every time that happens, KK?” Kyle couldn’t help but smile in spite of himself, trying his best to ignore that fact that her statement suggested this may be a very regular occurrence. He wasn’t sure yet if this agreement was a godsend or a deal with the devil, but he had to admit that he was starting to have a weakness for making Jessi smile even as she was making him almost lose his lunch.



Shaking his head, Kyle gingerly started undoing his shirt, not wanting to get any more of the refuse on his hands than he absolutely had too. With his shirt half unbuttoned, Kyle looked up to see Jessi staring at him in complete rapture; at least until she noticed he was looking back. Startled, her breasts and buns were sent a-jiggling like mad as she quickly turned around and covered her face, showing off her trademark full-body blush as she burst into another barrage of nearly incoherent words. “OhmygoshI’msorryIshouldn’thavebeenlookingIshouldhaveclosedmyeyesorsomethingbutI’venever… I’ve never…”



Kyle arched an eyebrow, still not exactly sure what he had done to get this reaction. “Never… what?”



Though he couldn’t see her face, Kyle could just imagine the pouting/semi-ashamed face Jessi made as she answered. “I’ve never… seen a guy undress.”



It was all Kyle could do not to bust out laughing, but he couldn’t stop a small snicker from escaping. He was immediately assaulted by the most perfectly poochy pouty face ever. “Don’t laugh at me… Meany Head.” But as she noticed he had opened the rest of his shirt and was in the process of taking it off, her body was quickly washed an even deeper shade of red as she quickly turned away again.



Kyle couldn’t hold back the laugh any more. As he laughed and Jessi continued to pout and fidget, he couldn’t help but notice how innocently cute she was (and inversely, how at the same time she could be completely oblivious to how she carried her OWN body). “Hahaha. Come on, Jessi, it’s not like I was taking my pants off. Then again… it is about time for bed.” Kyle didn’t think it was possible, but Jessi’s body immediately went an even deeper red, her butt cheeks practically glowing.



Giving her a break from his teasing, Kyle decided it was time to bid his shirt a fond farewell. “Anyway, do you have a garbage can somewhere?” Jessi seemed more than a little relieved for the change of conversation, though Kyle was pleased to see her taking quick glances over her shoulder at him as she replied, still refusing to turn around.



“Yes, I mean, I had one… I’m not sure where it is… I’m pretty sure I had one last week…” Kyle was wondering how she could lose a garbage can in such a small space, until he saw the especially large pile of dirty clothes that had accumulated in one of the corners and hadn’t yet spilled onto the floor.



He should have known better than to disturb the pile’s slumber, but before he could think better of it, Kyle reach out and shoved the top half of the pile to the floor. He was happy to find he was right as he saw part of the garbage can sticking up, but two seconds later he was regretting it. Not only was his hand greasy and sweaty from the god-knows-how-old dirty clothes pile, but he had inadvertently released the stink that had been trapped inside, his head immediately sent spinning as the smell of decaying BO attacked him full force.



“Oh! You found it! Goody!” Jessi had apparently worked up the courage to turn around and be able to talk fairly normal, though now her eyes were roaming more than ever and she hadn’t gotten any less red. “I’ve been using it for a dirty clothes basket, but go ahead and toss your shirt in there, I have plenty of clean clothes to wear! Hehehe!”



Kyle’s eyes quickly swept the room again, and sure enough he didn’t see anything that resembled a dresser or closet. Which meant… she actually thought all the clothes strewn all over the apartment were clean?! He sighed in exasperation as Jessi proved once again just how oblivious she really was. As he reached towards the lid of the garbage can, a chill ran down his body. If she thought these obviously dirty clothes were clean… how bad did something have to be for her to think it was dirty? Glancing back to see Jessi preoccupied with openly checking him out again, Kyle forced down his growing dread and, braving the smell of the “clean” clothes pile, opened the lid.



If he had thought that the smell of the clothes pile was bad, he had had no idea. The smell assaulting every part of his being at the moment was something like mixing a bag full of used gym clothes with an abandoned gas station bathroom, then having someone eat that mixture and throw it back up again. He tossed his shirt into the bin blindly, his eyes watering too much too see (which thankfully meant he didn’t have to look at anything inside). Even though it had only taken him a few seconds to dispose of his soiled shirt, the stench was proving too much for him. Kyle took a few steps back, tripping over an errant T-shirt, and before he knew it he was out cold on the floor, the expanse of dirty clothes at least breaking his fall.



Jessi seemed unconcerned with Kyle’s fall, flashing another smile as she looked down at his passed out form. “Aaww, he must be like, totally exhausted after all of the excitement today! Hehehe, he’s definitely a keeper. Too bad he didn’t fall onto the bed though… I mean, no, that’s bad, bad, bad!” Her body had finally gotten back to its pale shade, but was once again washed in pink. “At least I get to sleep in the same room with him, hehehe. I can’t wait until tomorrow!” Feeling a bit tired herself, Jessi soon turned off the TV and the overhead light, taking one last long guilty look at Kyle before pushing the Taco Bell wrappers off the end of the bed and plopping herself onto the sweat-stained sheets. Today was the best day she had ever had, and she was optimistic that every day from here out was just going to get better. A content smile washed over her face as she drifted off to dreamland.



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Kyle startled awake, having just woken up from a nightmare about Jessi wanting him to clean her toes with his tongue. He could almost still taste the toe jam… Wait… He spat violently as he realized he had somehow rolled in his sleep and filled his mouth with an inside-out sock, the toe section rubbing all over his tongue. I’m gonna have to work on cleaning all of this up sometime… or at least not passing out on the floor…



After a valid attempt to scrape the taste of Jessi’s foot off his tongue ended in failure, Kyle finally noticed that it was dark; well, mostly dark. He couldn’t help but chuckle as even with the room entirely in disarray, no clothes were blocking a nightlight plugged in low on the wall. In the soft glow, he could see Jessi’s sleeping form. On her side facing away from him, her hips jutted up from the bed like no other, her dirty butt shifting slightly with her breathing, and Kyle couldn’t help but take a moment to admire her form (minus the dirtiness) while he took off his shoes and socks to make himself more comfortable.



Kyle’s own ogle session was soon interrupted by the urge to make water. Getting up and setting his shoes near his backpack by the door, he made his way to the bathroom... CONTINUED IN THE FULL VERSION! (UPDATE! This story has been edited to meet DeviantArt's Terms of Service to keep it from being completely deleted like a rash of my stories seem to be lately. I'll be putting up the complete versions again when I find a good spot for them and will put out a journal entry with details when I do so!)