How Tam Scored an Apartment


Written by Septia.


A light knock rose the inhabitant to the door, wondering who would come visiting at this hour. Once the veil of light from the evening glow gave way, the top flat cap and azure uniform gave the resident enough of a clue. 
	“Good evening, ‘mam. It seems you have neglected to pay your 046 bill, despite four final notices being expedited.” 
	The resident gasped, “W-whaat? I haven't gotten anything about that.” 
	“Did you enjoy those bonbons your aunt Matilda sent you in the mail?” 
	“W-wh… ee? But how did-?”
	“The last notice was delivered at that time, it was in under the lid so you'd be sure to take notice. That was one week ago.” 
	“Oooh, Bebai… W-wait I did pay my 046, that's for the residential long term infrastructure plumbing service fee, right?” 
	“You're thinking of 046-A, your notice relates to 046-D.” 
	“Oh hell…, ehm, what's the damages looking like?” 
	The inspector flipped through a notepad, shaking her head. “You're staring down the barrel of hefty fees. Sorry to say, but you are officially apprehended.” 
	“Isn't there anyway I can get out of this?” she pleaded. 
	“I am afraid not, but,” the officer said stepping over the threshold, “I will see to it that they are lenient, on one condition,” she mused and moistened her lips with a flick of her tongue. “If you focus on staring down my barrel instead,” the officer parted their lips to an ovoid gape, splitting their face into a canyon of gulch of maw furnished in teetering lengths of drool. “Gotta make sure you arrive safe and sound, don't we?” She restated and guided the resident's head to her gape with a palm at the back of her head. -Chhrlrlpsth- The smattering of spittle winched like a greasy sponge as the officer's lips splayed over the woman's face: the shocked resident submitting to the authority in fear of further repersecutions. The deep chocolate brown cheeks swelled as the woman's head fed into the cavernous gape, her sleek green hair dampened by dollops of drool smearing of the officer's lips and soaking down the nape of her neck as the officer swallowed -Ghhoompgush-. 
	Shifting up to the tips of her toes, she distilled her head forwards over the debter, easing her lips from the nape of the neck up along the road bump of her shoulders… Hefty swallows trudging with the squeal of kneading oiled up taffy, the woman's shape descended into the visitor's pit… -Chhgdkdsnnks-. One hand guiding down the back of the resident, with the other prying at the buttons of her shirt in advance of her gullet filling up with the woman's head. -Chhrllgpghsh- her neck engorging in the wake of the parted cloth and simmering deeper to the tune of humid chugs -Hghgpsl- -Goomgpghs-. 
	As the officer folded down over her – suckling around the woman's chest and lapping down their midriff. The bloat in her neck was wedged in the vice grip of her own torso and chin, crowning the neck in the splayed dome of shoulders… 
	“Mmfmmf mfmsm…” a stubborn growl wisped out in the gap of her lips and soggy clothes, arching down to shovel in the woman's torso, grinding with a stir of gurgles and displaced ait down her throat as the resident's chest compacted in a squirming drove through her congested throat -Hchlglpgh- -Ggllghs-… Her leaning deepened, tilted down over the soft crotch and ample posterior, gnawed and swallowed, tugged into the greedy abyss to fade into vague bloats winding down her neck and fading under her chest. As she came to a frog squat on the floor only the woman's legs spanned from the thighs in her maw to the heels against the ground. -Ghhbrrwwng- The officer's abdomen burgeoning with the bulk of the debtor's frame, tensing the azure suit and in slivers of dark skin laid bare between the clutches of strained button-scruffs. As the thighs slipped own. The officer's gut dipping down like a blue bowling ball was connected by shifting body parts, until the fabric couldn’t bare the strain. The suit button popped off its threads, launched across them -Chhrkpt- -Thwhhtt-. Others followed until the glimpses of flesh all welled out through the cleft in the suit, the emerging, bloated gut sagging in a weighty, jostling dip towards the ground as the officer tilted her head back for the first time, scoffing down the smooth calves and clasping at the heels, ripping off the shoes before the stocking-draped leg bumped up against her mouth -Brbht- her tongue lolling out to wrap up over the soles and haul them back in a turgid swallow -Ghlllpugmpsh-. The lips clamping over the last bits of the resident seen to the outside world, as they ventured down the length of her neck in a sluggish bulge. 
	Still crouched with her gut resting on the ground, the officer let out a sigh, discarding the heels and tapping her chest. -Bhhuooooaarrllp- A thick guttural gale flushed through their face, gut constricting -Ghhughaplp- and reeled up for a moment to bounce back down with a slap of a stake on a counter -Hgttlpw-. 
	“Dumb bitch…” The Officer mumbled and brushed back her white hari-drills as she swept off her cap and gripping the sides of her gut. “Had me nervous when you actually knew about 046, you little bitch,” she groaned out and gave her gut a whack -Thwhbllsp- ripples of her skin and a tumultuous groan and grumble thrashing through her guts. “Phew, but of course, there is no such thing as 046-D, but your sorry ass's just proved there is mfmsm, -Ahhuuursp- there is such a thing as a free lunch,” Tam mused. She kneaded into the churning dome of flesh bounding down her frame with knuckles and elbows to feel the catch squirm. “But you better bet that your plumbing Is going to need some servicing once I've finished detaining you…” 
	“Fmmwff, cowpat.” 
	“Oh, what's that, Dumb bitch?” she said with a slap. 
	“Mfmw fmmfw.” 
	“Guah, guess you’re right, we do have some time until you're passed duty-process, I'll make myself a home, you just focus on slugging through my sewers like the bitch-batter you are,” she mused, standing tall with her gut dragging back in a sagging jostle -Shhgllrch- and shut the door. 


~ 1 ~


-PPFprrhrwwrpwpth- a fluttering gale of humid miasma fuelled into the bowl: Tam fidgeting on the seat while she kneaded into the compacted tub loaded in her core. “Oh yeah, just mmf oh yeah… shame to say we won't gmmf, renew your license for lease on life, but rest assured you can bemfmfs know you've passed due process,” she mumbled. 
	Tam gyrated her cheeks into the seat, pucker warping, spreading her cheeks so her pucker could warp wider under the influence of bacon tinged putrefaction. Her pit undulating as it splayed across the patch of umber wedging through the supple, strained lips. 
	“Mfmmfs, and my ass has judged you as one, fmm fine hunk of bowel fudge…” she wheezed, grinding her fist into her gut to knead into the fresh pudge and massage the clotted mulch down her sewers. 
	Her brim swelled, latched onto a chunk of a humerus lined in semi-molten stockings around the sludge. The pucker snapping over the knob of the bone and unleashing the bale of steaming raw clay with a splutter and buffer of wading through a mud in latex -Shhglllrrp- -Cchhvrrgllgrth- -Ghhhrllghs-. The bulwark of gunk peeled off of Tam's pucker, stretching a few cents along with the force and pressure of the mulch vacating her system, polishing it with a squeal of bowel colon fluids simmering and smearing down the fissures dressing the fat bale -Cshrlllsh- -Crrpllrsh- The officer’s blackened mulch was broken up by chunks of once-white bones, jutting out through crevices or partially submerged into the surface of the bale, ribs plated it onto the co dermis of the mulch catching onto Tam's pucker and letting the rugulouse skin drum into the mound as it passed through -Chrclllpts-. 
	“Mfmmspaha, oh you were one fat brat, fmms, bebai… almost felt like you were the one gaining a few kilos from this whole ordeal, fmms, but guess that's better than having to lug too much of your second-rate fat around on my gut, you gullible gut slut.” Tam panted. The mound slumped into the bottom of the bowl with a smear of hot toffee -Ghvrrlsh- The hot muck smothering into the porcelain of the bowl and clogging up the drain in the toilet's nadir, to increased the pressure of sludge above and coil against the walls of the bowl in a smatter and crinkle of furrows distending in doughy chunks of muck stamping flat against the sleek walls. 
	-Fpphthtbrhtap- fumes fluttered out through unloading ass, to taint the air in the chemical remnants of perfume and beef jerky boiled in tar, the reek was enough for Tam to clench her thighs together over the seat. 
	“Mfmspsh. You' reek like hell girl, fmms, like you were made for this job, ey? Aren't you glad we could, mmfs, relocate you through our guts program into a moremfmsmms suitable arrangementment…” She huffed and plied into her gut with both hands, kneading the layers of pudge the previous tenant had contributed while  trudging the lard she'd made down her guts. 
	Crackles and seals heralded a pelvis bone to peek out through the cleft in the winding anaconda of sludge, the manure reaching the brim of the toilet, Tam shifting up on her feet as he felt the heat of the sludge radiate over her cheeks. Peering down to see the muddled, amber rasined bone clog, wedged in her hind. Her pucker lapsing and digging in and out, undulating in rhythm to her pants, until -shptpltpauth- the mound sloughed free with a clotted swirl of soft bone, seceding the sludge to curl up to top the bowl in chocolate swirls. 
	“Pheee,” Tam mused then grimaced into a smile as she unleashed a storm of smog -Bbbwwppprrprprpppprrrth- in a flutter of fumes, melting the surface of the greasy sludge to a scintillant sheen. 
	“Haah, we apprmmg, appreciate your cooperation today, and you can consider anyfmmss, any imaginary slight and debt you had forgiven, by the grace of my ass smelting you into sludge…” 
	Tam then peered into the bowl, at a wrap of cloth by the pelvis bone, and fished it up, folding open the corroded walls of digested, swiss-cheese treated suede cloth, and fliped up a door key card from its compartments. “Rest assured your assets will be distributed evenly, among me and my ass, where most of you seems to have taken up residence.” With a swath of her rear so the plump cheeks jiggled like jelly -Stktwmap- with the fresh and brand spanking new lard. “And with that, babe, consider yourself dismissed.” -Smtpsth- The lid was thrown on the mound, sagging the swirl as the plastic lid clamped onto the top of her heap. Tam sighed. “Phe… really should have just dumped you in a pail, or something, since I'm the once who'll be responsible for this resident's 046-D plumbing from now on.”