Tam's Tummy Turnabout


Written by Septia.


The confirming beep from the lock-card mechanism drowned under the hinge's squeals as Met entered Tam's apartment… The slam of the door was accompanied by a muffled clatter as a dufflebag collapsed to the ground, containing a fancy night out in dubious coins. 
	“Oh, you're back.” 
	Met peered up, seeing Tam peeking from the threshold to the bedroom. 
	“Don't recognize me in this getup, sis?” Met asked and flicked the baking hat off with their horns. “Boss would prefer I stake it home with me, she cannot have an 'on the records'employee at the moment… “ Met reached back to untie the attire. However, decided against it, spending a few moments looking down at the flattened physique the apron provided. “With the Tygla-fast coming there'll be less work on our end, I was thinking we could find-…” Met looked up, to find the absence of Tam at the doorway. Met's expression narrowed. Echoes of his hooves clattered to the floor and strummed the air tense around him. Peeking inside, Met saw Tam, face down on the queen sized bed. 
	“Brother, you don't look well.” 
	“I'm fine,” came a muffled response, “just cause I'm tired, doesn't mean it broadcasts my mood.” 
	Met folded his arms over under his chest, inadvertently pronouncing the shape of the bust above. “And the recent drought in foreign supplies also has nothing to do with this year's fast being extended by a week.” 
	Tam groaned. “People don't like a brat, bro,” Tam said and raised his face from the pillow, “just cus you look like one doesn't mean you skip working on your attitude.” 
	Met kept up the cross arm offensive. 
	Tam shifted, revolving to be seated on the bed, locks of their hair draped off from their ordered drills as slack straps of tape. “I'm fine. And I'm not deaf, you think a frail thing like you can handle another Tygla-fast that long? Or does it make you feel nostalgic to your years on the street?” 
	Met remained standing, stern as a birch. Yet, this mention send a shiver through them, elicited the tapping of her hoof. 
	“You look like garbage, bro.” 
	Tam avoided eye contact. 
	“I doubt food will be an issue. Also, where were you yesterday?” 
	Tam remained silent. They hoisted themselves off of the mattress and strode past the Satyr at the threshold,
 “Going ' for a walk, you be safe here, since you're my little piggybank now.” Tam said as they passed Met, who turned after them. 
	“Really? This after you stole the piggy bank I… stole my piggybank?” 
	Tam paused at the doorway, then grasped the knob. “You're right. Its nestled in my closet, round last year's mementos… If I got you as my piggybank, it’s only fair you get yours. Tam started to turn their head, face obscured by their tainted pearl drills, “only fair to share, right?” 


~ 1 ~


Tam strode down the end of the dock. With the evening sky a clear blue one could spy all the way to the horizon, where the docks met the dark sky. Even at that distance, the dock was barren of ships. The air was bereft of the aroma imposed by the steel bulwark, thus the humid evening was left to stew in the ash aroma of alcohol stewing in the interspace of cobblestones and assorted trash. Tam sighed. The absence matched Tam's uncertainty. Tam felt himself slot into the the scenery, the final stroke on a landscape painting; a blurry mass which at a distance took the shape of a lone girl, when your mind could fill in the empty spots. However, if one were to examine it closer… 
	Tam stopped. Gaze tilting upwards. Tam was faced by a sky whose light laid sapped from the city's pollution. An abyss. Despite the expanse above showcasing its infinite vastness's their mind painted it as the view from inside a cage of felt and fabric… Tam winced, their head straight down. This left his eyes angled right at his bust, another point of contention, though one less… smothering, in many senses of the phrase. Tam reached up to cup their modest A cups through the black shirt, his fingers having difficulty converging on where the outer curvature of the gnat bites really ended... as it just melted right in with the rest of their torso. 
	A breeze of gray stillness whipped through Tam's locks, a chill crept down his spine. A slit cut through the darkness. Tam's head shifted fast enough to be hit by his own drills. Off in the distance, round the corner of a boating house laid the silhouette of a woman, beckoning them. Tam witnessed the silhouette sink back behind the corner, though what caught their interest in particular, was the segment that lagged behind, just below head height, bulbous, hefty… It seemed to be... The wooden boards extending the pieces around the building creaked under Tam's step. They followed the desire to confirm what they saw was but a trick of their mind. The corner closed in. A hand jutted out, and snatched them by the collar of their shirt. Tam remained motionless as the arm hoisted them around to the back of the building. 
	“What a handsome, but stupid young lass I've come across.” The voice flowed with a delicate sharpness, a dagger crafted from crystallized honey carving into Tam's hearing. 
	The wall encircled Tam, their back cold against the masonry as the pillar of a woman towered ahead. -Bbwnngs- Her cleave bobbing up to smush into Tam's frame, smothering their shoulders and enveloping her neck in the bountiful ballast. “Mgmr… How would mm… how would you come to the conclusion that I am stupid, babe?” Tam wondered, regulating their breathing in the pressuring proximity of the plump tats. 
	“Darling, pure process of elimination,” the woman replied, one hand supporting her against the wall whilst her cleavage was enough to pin Tam in place, “don't you think a good lil girl would head off to safety after seeing a mysterious figure beckon her in a shady part of town? Thus only the dumb ones like you remain, which is just what I' after.” 
	'So you wanna find stupid girls to compensate'? Tam masked their expression, least they betray their opinions of the lady. Whose eyes they could make out under the broad rim of a gray hat, scrutinizing her… 
	The plush crash pillows were replaced with a cold grasp once more, as the woman peered down Tam's frame. “Peh, must have been an illusion, the shadow's playing a trick on me, when you stood there playing with your chest they looked quite a a bit… mm… pronounced.” The lady teased, leaning down for a face to face leer, -Bbhwrnnghts- her chest lagging behind to jostle as pristine jelly, giving Tam a glimpse right down the diamond window to the bronze hued cleavage, “but alas, it appears you are sporting nothing but a pair of gnat bites,” she said and pinched tam's nipple through their shirt. Leaving Tam winching. “Oh, what's that, showing some teeth?What a, bad girl, you are. I'll ensure you're treated to the proper, schooling. And, if you bite… I'm certain there is some dank cell we can lock you up in till you behave.” 
	Tam's lips trembled like the vibrating strings of a guitar. 
	“Oh, you gonna put up a struggle? Go ahead, I adore that part.” 
	Tam's brow cast a shadow down their eyes, white drills, roughed up and sprangled bobbing in the light breeze. “Careful not to damage the merchandise. If getting your grubby palms all over me wouldn't hike up the value I got, and there is plenty of hot girl physique to go around, extra padding would just slow me down.” 
	The lady paused, the beginning of a smirk forming at the crescents off her lips. “My, a little veteran, huh? Just aching to get back into depravity? Have you done this song and dance before?” 
	“Babe, my name's on the deed to the dance floor, and that is… earned.” Tam weighed the words to resonate with her captor's senses, watching that grin broaden. 
	“This's easier than I thought it would be…” 
	A moment's relapse and the woman was face to face with Tam once more, the two of them nestled under the broad headdress. 
	“You have me blushing, babe, that might just be the second thing you've said that I agree with.” 
	“S… second?” 
	It was Tam's turn to smirk. “You were right in that I don't bite.” 


~ 2 ~


The grace of night spread out around them. Out on the pierce where the horizon 's waves melded together with the trails of clouds agaist a satin sky. From out here, Tam could see stars twinkling in the distance… 
	-Bhgvrrlpths- -Shhfbwths- Tam's gut sloshed and heaved, one hand on each side keeping the mound of billowing flesh secure to her lap. 
	-Bhhfraaavhhuurlp- He let out belch heating the air with the telling miasma of the gutter's. The vapors were dispersed by using the comically large hat as a fan. 
	“Pha… Thank's bitch, think that's just what I'd need to keep things up.” Tam patted his belly, deeling the reverberations of the taut meat rustle with the beat of a drum, a drum whose skin was growing soggy, though… still. For a moment all they needed was to relax, and cradle their stomach, as it nursed nutrients and estrogen from the boob bomb lodged within. 


~ 3 ~


The bucket scraped against the ground as Tam got ready. 
	“MMmm,” Met mumbled something, turning in bed and shuffling their hooves out under the blanket. 
	Tam shook his head, beaming as they squatted next to the bed. “See if this'll get your legs in a twist.” Tam sighed, trailing their palm across their gut to feel the doughy bulk left along their abdomen wink in in trenches around their digits, all they way up past their torso, and brushing back her his hair. 
	-Sppfrwbwbth- A flush of miasma pierced the confines of the Barack hatch -Chrhncnskk- presaged by the fumes rising to saturate the bedroom came the creaking wrinkling of meat under the pressure of a burrowing bale of butt fudge. -Chrlrlptsh_ Tam's pucker wedging open by the spread of the condensed mire vacating their buttocks, the creak of fresh nougat warping through the air as with the sound of a toad diving into a mud pit, only played in reverse. -Shwothts- His brim broadened over the bulk of raw umber, a polished film of bowel fluids giving the smooth lump a sheen of burnished copper. -Shrhrrlsptsh- The mound squealed as a compressed tube of paste, his brim pattering against the side of the mound with every huff of -Pfpfhrttsh- bowel exhaust that peered through and moulded into the sloppy surface of mulch. The bale crept along at a sharp angle from Tam's hind, stiff as a candy bar escaping its wrapping. Teetering on as it extended past the length of Tam's forearm. -Krllhhrth- the pucker struggled with the engrossing girth along the loaf, as it peeked its way towards the end of the bucket… -Chrlrlptsh- with a crackle of wet toffee Tam's brim chowed through the muddy base, as chunks of dark clay detached with a smear of old glue, the knob of a femur was unveiled. Though, the more of the muck tanned bone was shown the world, the less stability the heap pillar had -Chhrrlptshts- -Ddwtbpth- the mound toppled free from Tam's pit, sloughing into the bucket with a -Chrllptsh- clatter of the bone issuing through the end of the grime to reach the bottom, the rest of the dung encased legbone resting against the edge of the plastic bin. 
	“Oooh aaah yeah… glad we could come to a mutual agreement on, right, ass? Mfmg…” Tam grunted as their rear twitched, retracting momentarily before swelling, distending as a flowerbud before -Chrltpsh- being drawn back like a a punctured condom over an erect shaft, the dark dick of dung driving through his depths and dropping down in doughy droves. Further along the load the hue shifted to a speckled hue of tainted yellow. In the few moments one could follow the batch winding out of Tam's hatch as it likened a load of butter decorated in a lattice of tar… Tahe avalance of sludge dispensing from the gaping dung chute to pile into the bucket below. The slop of lard rich muck flowing as a crumbly cheese attempting to melt, and matching the sound as well. The sides of the bucket squeaked of polishing glass whilst the gunk piled against it, budging up to fill out every cent of space the gunk could reach. Along the mudslide came chunks of bone, partially embedded in the flood to jut up like the crags piercing through the sludgescape. -Chsrlpths-Chsthsts- Though as scant as the sights was the nature of the dump, buried along the sculpted vistas and submerged in the lube drawn fissures in the sheer bulk of yellowed slop, momentarily one could see the contours of the rolling bales before -Shrhrsths- mending together, the weight of the sloppy meal compacting the dung under itself. Gradually the chunks filtered trough the load, and after the last few scraps of indigestible clothing straps, the flow mellowed out to a gluey constancy. The Gel dispsned through the gradually slimming pucker as soft serve caramel, piling in layered dunes swathing over the batch of grime. Thin fractures carving their way through the bulk of the filth as the refuse solidified. -cbbfrprprprth- Though muddled out as a torrent of gullet gales coated the bucket in tangerine mists. 
	“Mmmpf…pha…” Tam sighed, eyes sharpened with a satisfied grin, momentary belnding smoothly into a smug coo as the last -Chtltpsh- dollop of grime vacated his rear. 
	“Smooth exits, fits the bill for slimy Cunts, still enough texture to tickle the heck out of my ass tho,” Tam admitted and scratched his bubbly girl bottom. He peered towards the bed. Met laid sleeping still, humming with their exhales. “Really worked yourself to tuckered out, thought this would wake you up.” Tam said and reached out for their tail, a surefire way to rouse a snoozing satyr. Yet… She looked, peaceful, content. 
	“Mfm sunfish. Sfs…” snorting some now and then between breaths, and on their lips… rested a smile. 
	“Humph,” Tam scoffed, “waking up to a molten putty sauna's will be quite fun to see as well.” he concluded. He heaved the bucket to the corner of the bedroom, before heading out and shutting the door tightly, to let their brother bake in the stewing steam of raw button cap mushrooms soaking in peppered cider. 
	


“Reports of Kefty Flimt's whereabouts remain unknown, Desiree anonymous missing notice sending a search underway in the last three days.” 
	Tam laid back on their couch, scratching behind their ears, fold in, one drill spun up, but the other side remaining flat. Once the news on tv had bored him enough he'd get back to crushing the other side. 
	“… has been suspected to stand behind numerous crimes, though the connections remaining dubious, it is believed Mrs. Flimt had favour with several national covert syndicates dealing in more than a little malicious business, including the solicitation of young teens for slave labor and illegal prostitution.” 
	Tam brushed under their nose, sniffing to themselves. “What an intriguing scent. It smells like opportunity.”