Dump-a-Date: Bugged Toilet



-Pwwwrrlpllpfth- The reeking odour echoed in the hollow cage of porcelain, squeaks of chitin skin to polymer from my shifts and wriggles. 
	“Uurmmfm saaah, lets get the show on the road,” I huff out in tune with the next -Bbfrrllfprrlpthth- Fizzling through my colon and whistling out my pinched pucker, the emission tainting the air in a hue of garlic, vodka, and poor decisions. “It isn't the time to get stage frrright, only person in your crowd is me, and it is not like you've had any reservations towards showing nmefmgpgh,” I groan as a quiver peaked through my bowels, winding in a squeal of dense balm through my gut, “any reservations about showing me all you've got, mfmsm.” I pant squishing my cheeks form side so side along the seat, milling the mulch in my ass close towards freedom. 
	“Time to make your grand exit through my rectum,” I coo, leaning forwards, winching the pressure in my guts towards the winking patch of my crack bud, -Chrlrlpghths- -Krlpsthht- and with a crackle of stale ointment grinding across the furrows of my brim, the pit peels back -Clpprrrthhc- over the a patch of rusty umber swelling out my brim and budging aside my cheeks -Hrkllspth-. 
	“Ooh yeah, that's more like it, big brave man like you shouldn't be having this much, tgmmf, trouble with an ample lady's ass pit, should he?” I huff as the mound begins to crawl -Scllptcthktrt-. -Fpprprhtha- -Vrrllpcpshhtcht- Vents of vaporous wheeze through the crevices between pucker and grime, funnelled along the fractured pattern of fissures etched into the bowel fudge through its forge throughout my fanny, funnelling the furnace fresh fudge to freedom.
	-Pphhrprpprttus-… Doubled over onto my knees I get a straight vision towards the rhythmic pulse of my kisser. -Cvvrrkspt- -Chlof- Brim buffering the winding trunk of muck through my chute. In between cracks and patches of tarnished parchment white, bones embedded in the mass of mulch of what had previously been a person, before my gut got a hold of ‘em. -Krsllptha- -Chlslpthccth- The pressure on my ass ramped up, barely a thumb out my cheeks and already I was getting clogged. Peer from the unfortunate viewing angle in the pulses and winks of my pucker; I could see the same parchment white hiding underneath the winks, clambering to buffer over the pale surface.
	“Stop being such a pussy,” I huff out and rush my palms along my legs, wrapping my digits around my buns, feeling them dipping and cratering in the generous pudge my meal was so kind to divulge. “Why don't you show me you still got some balls,” I grunt and lift my ass, droves of booty blubber billowing around my hands as I heave them aside, prying them apart until the cleft of my crack was a whirred field, with a crater in the center protruding with a shareable through my skeleton.
	-Clrlrplthhca- Cllpwhthahta-t- The crinkling of compressed rump butter chowed down and coiled down the porcelain as my pucker warped along the crackled remnants of his pelvis, spreading their tensile hold a foot across for the burgeoning blackened sludge to barge out…
	“Fmmprgm mpg ah,” I huffed out, tension rippling through my spine, letting out a long moan as I rose back up, straining my back as my -Gllprhghag- swollen flour sack of a gut deflated from my lap and the head-girthed bale of manure emerged from my pit. Extruding out my chimney. “Oawwwmnf yeeeeeas, who's a real big boy after all, huh?” I coo and groan as I straighten up, feeling like I'm toting a flagpole up my tush with the barrage of clotted constipation clogging my colon. The pelvis laid submerged in the autumn dough, fissures through the packed booty butter widening its way to meet the fractures in the acid torched calcium. Along the manure more shards of skeletal tissue peeked out, smoothed over and caked in a glaze of bowel juices to marry their texture with the muck: specks of stardust in a dark field of midnight.
	Even leaning with my back straight to the seat I felt the tang of must in the air; grime and sweat boiled in bacon fat and tobacco, distilled into an intoxicating miasma radiating form every cavity and gap in the steaming slab of silt. 
	“Mmfms you are amfmssso big, to give an ass a real workout fffrrp... ga,” I huffed out, shifting in faint gratings on the sides as the obese bale of clay scootched out of my cheeks with a pop and crackle of funk, displaced in the sludgy crackles drooping in bowel lube. “Wmmfm destine to joined the plumbing with the rest of society' dregs, but mfmsn aoooh bebai you make a real exit on the way out…”
	-Clslpthghd- The marble knocked into the bottom of the bowl, a turmoil of creaks and squelches rippling through the mound of butt dough as it wound under its own sheer bulk, coming to a curl as it plastered into the walls of the porcelain with a squelch of pig-lard buffering a window -Chhrrllprbhht- -Cprlrhtha-. The mound's arch was cut short by its own girth, budging into itself and folding backwards once it reached the front of the bowl, the bottom pool of liquid still visible in a partial frame of crackled manure before the loaf clamped together, sealing it shut as the manure melded into the surface of sludge, joining so the labyrinth pattern between them extended and muddled into a mess of crossing paths and uprooted bricks of bone.
	“Mfms, Enjoyed stewing the night in with all those beans? Don't know which of you wreaked the most havoc on my guts, you fmsmf, fat, creamy, stinky bastard…” I huffed out, slumped back on the seat as my stomach roared and sunk back in stages -Cllspthtch- -Cglplthth- -Clspthahtg- as the mire packed up in my bowls wound their way through and sloughed into the expanded toilet bowl as one fat slug of nougat. 


“Fmfmnf wmphg,” I soaked in the vapors, sending a shudder down my spine that clenched my pucker into the manure, leaving an imprint of my ruinous skin carved in the mulch. “You smell like my brother, you big sack of dung…” I mused and tugged at my gut, denied in to the blubber they’d left.  -Cplthg- I felt the heat from the mound nearing my thighs, rolling my eyes as I peeked into the sludgescape of taffy dense manure warped throughout the bowel. “Would you look at how much-mmfpgrrg-... mmfmnfs you made so much fudge…you stinky bitch…” I mused and took a few moments to breathe, kneading my ass whilst I shuffled upwards. -Csltlpthahga- The muck packed in my ass squealing as it crawled out with my motions, the dense bale dredged out of my depths as I stood. My tongue rolling out as the meter of mulch puttered out my cleft -clPLgtbtah- Clblpththa- 
	“Amfnw amfmw… That's a goood, fmsm good boy… suchfmmms, a creamy exit…” I wheeze as I stood up, and the mound piles out my cheeks, curling underneath me in a neat pile of bone riddled mud, -Flpwtthga- -Flrggpthhtga- curling up to reach parity with my ass until…
	“Mmfophaa…” I moaned with my antennae shaking, the bulk widening my brim with a new breadth of bulk, stripping my energy form my veins as I slump back into the heap. -Clsltthgh- -Bllffprrtss- The stack moulds and melds together under the weight of my ass, sculpting into a cratered throne in the layered coils of head thick grime, a soft texture of sitting back in a wheel of raclette -Cllpsthahght- -cllpwthahtag- with the steamy heat of the filth whipping out around the confines of my cheeks. “Mpfa… phaa… ooh yeah ha…” I shudder, stomach flat as a washboard and the toilet covered to a throne of feminine butt chocolate. 
	“A real mfms man supports his lady into the last, huhh? Foul thing that you are,” I muse and grind my ass back into the clay -Clslphht- -Krllsptch-. “You provided more than enough padding and cushioning for my ass, so that's a -Huraaarlsp- plus,” I could still taste the a tang of his sweat on my breath. -Clspthath- as I try to stand, I find some resistance. 
	”Mrf?” Once more, harder. -Clslptah- and my rectum thrums like a violinstring. “MMFpfha…” the tension takes me, but with a few tugs, I pinch my cheeks and stand… -Cllpsthahgachr- something detaches with me… dread sweeps over me for a second, antennae twitching as I peer behind. In the middle of my butt print in the throne, in the cushion curves and flattened fractures bulldozed by my bulk, juts out an arrangement of white vertebra, emerged from the muck. 
	I peer back down at my ass, mired in the muck, pinched in my cheeks, sits a dung caked cranium, partially submerged in my ass. I feel my gut ripple at my chortles. Two fingers, “You filthy hound…” I muse. Two fingers on the bone, and a wiggling flutter of my ass. “Where do you think mmsfph, you are going” I muse and -Sllpsthaht- ply the skull back up my ass, rump sandwiching my cheek in pliant rich creamy chub, letting my hand linger and knead into my buns. “With the mess you've wrecked on my bathroom, your head should suffice. Fmwpmgh,” I stutter and let out a flustered breath, pinching my cheeks together, 
	“Lets see how long a mmnfmfms big man like yourself can last,” I moan and shuffle out the door, stretching my wings into a flicker “Under the full attention of this, whole dump truck of an ass…” I coo and juggle my buns in my cupped palms, chuckling with the interspersed coo as I strut off, my wide load waddling into a dip just behind me.