My Honey Doesn't Read Instructions


Written by Septia.


“Are you sure those are the right ratios?” Came his voice; underlined by a grumble from her stomach. 
	Qazi peered down to her belly, tracing the outline of Roi with her eyes, bundled and balled up with his knees and lower legs projected forwards into soft domes along her abdomen, and elbows barging against the sides of her gut, warping her frame in a blunt triangle around the confined body.  She felt a quiver of her nerves sparking up from her antennae all the way down her thorax bulb.
	“Ehm…” She began, peering over the counter, four beakers, two with powder, two with fluid, along with two more jugs full of honey, and a couple discarded singular honey bottles. “I… think, so? Maybe?” 
	“Ok, babe, I would really prefer if you were a bit more sure about this, we've already kind of passed the event horizon on this one.”
	She frowned, picking up one powder beaker, comparing it to a fluid one, and pouring in another spoonful of the substance. “Kind of stressing me stressing me out about it ain't gonna make it easier…”
	“And, how, do you think I feel?” Roi said and stretched out, spreading his knees wide to make more space in the gut, the domes of his legs warping and sailing to cleave across the abdomen in a smooth drag that creaked with the putter of enzymes and drool -Cvvvrrglglspht-. 
	Qazi wheezed, her legs wobbling under the ripples of motion trickling through her guts and up her spine, watching the belly mould and contort around the elk boy, His horns grinding up against the top of her thorax like a massager, vibrating along with his trek. 
	“MFfpsh… You really wanna s-start this with me now?” she hissed and clicked her mandibles together, mumbling through the sardonic concoction of satisfaction and discomfort that came of packing a whole elk down her gullet. 
	“Well, babe, it isn't my intention to alarm you, but it is starting to get pretty cramped in here, and I'm pretty sure beetles don't have any problem with digesting meat and antlers, if you would hurry up that'd be reeeal great.”
	The thrashing and stretching from her boyfriend ravaged the nerves of her stomach lining, her belly folding to double when he wedged out as wide as he could. 
	She buckled to her knees while her tummy heaved forward with a -Shrloop- in a wave of stomach blubber and venison pealing out like a giant bell submerged in tar -Cthhwwnnlllgnhkd-. Qazi hissing in breath through her mandibles and letting it all out in a pant that popped her lips with a splatter of saliva -Clslpltswwwhp-, her knees buckled as she steadied herself on the counter to hold her own-and her occupant's-weight stable. “Phfelaaa… Yo-”
	“Please do not keep moving around that much? I am trying to concentrate here and you ar-are not helping.”
	“I thought you were done, weren’t you?” Came from the gut with a rumble.
	“I said almost…”
	“This was your idea.”
	“I wasn't the one who kept teasing me and literally climbed down my throat,” she shouted. Rustles and burbles from the burgeoning abdomen strummed the silence between the couple -Grbrbglsl-.
	“You seemed to like it.” 
	“Mm… yeah I did…,” she mumbled. The silence smothered them, ever closer together. 
	“It was pretty hot too…” Roi continued. 
	“Yeah it was…” Qazi mused, brushing up her abdomen to the front smooshed against the counter -Svhhrlpth- brushing and kneading it flat into the carved wooden drawers and knobs -Chhrlrptsh- -Scllprhhtptsp-. 
	“And you tasted real good…” she mumbled, cradling the underside of her gut, jostling it up with a shake and shudder of the fluids sloshing whiting -Chhrgllrp- -Cgplllgs- Roi even contracting his influence on the belly, more manageable, and cozy. 
	“You were real hungry… skipped out on breakfast for this, huh?” 
	“Mm, maybe, its a lot of honey in this recipe, and then, if all goes well, I'll have a whole Roi honey statue to savour~.”
	“Mmm, you can monch on me all night long, you queen of snacks.”
	This earned a chuckle from Qazi, toying with her gut as Roi wriggled and jiggled back. 
	“Sweetie…”
	“Mfm, honey~.” she teased back. 
	“Awhm, ah sweetie it, would be good if you, drank the serum about now.”
	Qazi's eyes opened wide. “Ahaha ah right, ehm, gotta.” She scrambled with the beakers. “Ok. one jug first…” She mumbled and tipped the jar of honey to her lips, drinking down the surge of golden syrup, past her mandible fetching spots that dripped onto her cheeks and stuffing it down her swelling, roiling gullet. 
	“Mmghghs- -ggplhsunsk- “Mphaa…” she panted out, looked at the empty jug and her belly jostling with a bit more sag, but starting to growl. -Chgbrgllpggh -Bghrrrg- “H-honey, this is r-real sticky but it is… not adhering to me?” 
	Her lips squeezed into a thin strip. Right, wait, did it have to be mixed with the caulk powder first? “Eehm just a sec babe, I'm… On it.” She grabbed the beaker with powder and hoisted it down her face, -Sssffwwwb-. A cloud of it spreading down her countenance, and another third coughed back up, and a sliver of the powder going down her throat. “Pahh ehaaohca… So that's why it had to be mixed with the honey first… Phaaa, wmpghaaa,” she scooped up the powder along the bench and poured it into a cup of the third liquid.” Sweetie… It’s g-getting r-real hot inmmf.”
	“In a minute j-just hold tight.” she said and glugged it down, the fluid soaking up the powder and foaming into a fizzy blanket of suds down her oesophagus, washed down with the water which cancelled out the carbonation. In panic she tossed the last powder in the remains honey beaker, and chugged, neck protruding in cantaloupe bloats down her neck, giving the guise of swallowing a string of jumbo anal beads. The honey mixture pounding out her stomach. 
	-Cltlpthhlp- She slammed the pitcher onto the counter. Her gut thrashed and convulsed in her grasp, kneading up against the bench. 
	“MFmopfhah aoaha. haa, that's g-gotta be the sound of it working, r-right babe? Y-you are doing ok there, justfmsm a couple of hours couped up within me and you'll have explored me deeper than any-gkap-” she panted and felt a ream of vapour crash up her gullet, inflating her cheeks with disturbed throat carbonation. -BHuraaawoouauhhhrorp-. A throaty belch plastered droplets of spittle across the bench and a clog hoisted up her chest… -Cktlpgh-cthrltrtrtr-. a single antler ejected from her maw, clattering onto the counter messy of honey and dust in lakes of honey and islands of dust.An antler dripping of honey, and fizzing enzymes eating holes into the hardened carapace. Qazi held her fingers over her maw, swallowed, and glared at her gut. -Chhrhht- Her abdomen bloated -Chhtwpfaghgsh- then contracted with the weight of a piston -Chhgrrrllpth- a series of churns and crumbles burgeoning through the gut, and plowing up her neck in a thrust of -Brhuwaaahahiooooorrslp- gas, whipping over her lips in a torrent of yellowed, slimy fog -Chhrlgph- -Gouurhaaalp-. 
	A shudder rippled under every cent of her carapace, peering at the still abdomen. In a hushed wheeze she swore to herself “Bebai…”


~ 1 ~


Qazi lounged back on the couch, sloped horizontal as she stared down her phone, peering up now and then to out the window, her midsection slim and flattened, with her bulb sluggish and swollen. “Mmprhg… Shouldn't have rushed me…” she mumbled under her breath. and then felt a quiver down her back. The peak of her thorax hump bulbing, plates sliding aside under the pressure to unveil her pucker. She grunted as a moisture of sickly sweat jelly and honey hissed out of her hind -Ppfrrwwhhtht- Before she felt the payload pass her threshold. First as an expanse of glistening yellowed gel distending her brim, the size of a mandarin, orange, grapefruit, before it burgeons free in a huge glob of mulch -schhlprth- the bile cascaded out of her frame in a fat coil, squealing like a tickled piglet through her pucker as it wormed its way out in a broad bale tangling over the tarp laid onto the couch. It crinkled like molten sour cola as it made contact with the tarp, warping the fabric under the weight moulding its way out of her hind and sloughing onto a growing bale. 
	A mire of what had supposed to protect her boy through the tour of her acid tunnels, now intermingled with her boyfriend, and those melting enzymes. 
	“DMmfmsa, but you are one huge, fat, sticky dump at least, Mfms, oh heck it's getting bigger,” She wheezed with a shudder. Groaning as she felt the clotting mucus of boyfriend bits and honey manure cloy it's way out of her system in a warping conglomeration of sludge. -Fggllyuuttch- bales clapped against one another and billowed in heaps with ambition to roll down the hill of gruel expelled by the toned bulb, but the rubbery gummy texture of the slop's film had it adhere to itself in reinforcing contortions of beetle booty batter. She gritted her teeth and rubbed down her abdominal bulb with her hind legs, cradling the bloat of mulch congesting her consisting of her once sexy boyfriend. 
	“Mmfnf… Haven't been feeling this full in ages, mamf… Stop being difficult and just get out of my buaaammm… mmmnf,” she wheezed with bated breath as the mound pumping through her hind bulked up. 
	A collection of clotted bones clamming up her chute and holding the bile back, letting the mound build and swell at the peak of her pucker, warping it wider and wider, until the bulb bloomed open to an embrace of deer stew strewn and stirred with a suite of skeletal matter. The white hue tainted to a brown from frying in through her intestines, honey glazed by the glue-thick membrane that slobbered down the labyrinth of bone plotted fissures and cracks under the heaps of broiled big bile. “
	Mmf… Mfs… Honestly… If this is how much dung you made, then I don't m… Think I could have fit the whole of you out here, ooomfm skies you are still in deep aren't you…?” Qazi panted, rubbing and massaging along with the throbs that funneled fudge through her fanny. 
	The heap staggered against its own weight, more coils unfurling to roil overtop as gelatinous soft serve the sculptures of congealed bile coiling over one another, bits of bulk weighing down across its form as it wobbled and arched in slow motion, the gratuitous paste billowing free of the hind to pack on kilos of boyfriend mulch infused with honey rich syrup. The broader heap compiling and accordioning against the pile, until the weight surpassed its center of mass, dropping into the couch with the gait and speed of a slug's Sunday walk. It came toppling onto the tarp laden couch with a swat of a beef carcass dunked in honey and swabbed over reinforced glass -Cssftwwwngppllshfgggnnnch-. 
	“Mmphaa… hooa okay I see we are being a bit more cooperative now,” Qazi mumbled between mandible clamped lips, gnawing to keep her tension and quivers in check with her lower abdomen pumping through a mudslide of gleaming, scintillant bug baked honey clay. The air infested with the musk and odour collected through her digestive tract preserved in a sickly sweet amber of honey. Her pucker branded as wide as a beach ball as it unloaded the kilos and pounds worth of gutter marinated syrup sewage, gradually watching the bile onslaught conquer the right half of the tarp dressed furniture piece. The grin of mulch and tar mingling with the cloak of faux sweetness that tainted the air in a tart atmosphere of woodland swamps, grated pine, and jerky masticated in a pot of rotting wood. She was strung. Qazi wheezed, antenna twitching as she discharged the payload of doughy, glistening putty, her bulb gradually deflating as it pumped out the diminishing blob of stinking silt. Creaks of the bales folding and pulling apart gave way to shadows playing inside the semi-transluscent mulch, rising towards the surface -Chhrgrlllrtwp- With the grind of grime and uprooted old glue, the layers of filth brushed and worked against each other, parting to unveil the rising, shadowed bones, femurs, scapulae, and ribs dredged from the layers of bile and plastered to the surface with tethers of glueing slime webbing each hunk of bowel baked calcium. The pale alabaster tarnished into an amber hue of wilted tangerine in the muddied yellow mulch. While her bowels contorted and hung diluted over the barrage of sugary boyfriend batter, Qazi's mind laid titillated by surges of satisfaction sprouting through her frame. Tears forming in her eyes from the dichotomy of feeling her entire body coming together to work her boyfriend out her hind. 
	“MMfpah… Guess there are, worse ways to go, than out your hot gal's hips, huh? R-right ba-babe?” she wheezed out. 
	A flutter of fumes bubbled out of her brim after she spoke -CPpfrhhrbths-.
	“Y-yeah I know. Just let me mfms have this you jerk…” she bit off, grinding her thighs over her snatch whilst writhing to and fro in the cough, enveloping it in the carpet of manure and bone strained brewed calcium, whimpering out moans through the whistles and quakes through her antennae all the way down her toes, as the heap engorged, with the remains of Roi siphoned into the sludge. 


~ 2 ~


Qazi hoisted up the tarp, wrapped up to a knot around the bottom; heavy cargo weighing it down as thick, bulky dough. 
	“Huh, don't think it was supposed to be used as a garbage bag but, I guess that worked out, another one of your 'clever ideas'.” she derided, then sighed. As she walked, she brought the bag close to herself, embracing it, hugged tight to herself, and cradled to and against her body as she walked. Sharing body heat between them as she lugged it out back. For a while she... just stood, hugging into the bulge, feeling the heat of Roi, like he was still there, in a sense he was. A strange moment of feeling like she had detached her own gut, with him still inside. Though, once the smell had her Antenna twitching, she dropped it into the trashbin -BBwthhwfowflth- slotting down with a tremor of the vibrating metal. A last glance shared before the lid shut on the cobbled tarp sack, dunked in the garbage and wallowing in under the trash. 


~ 3 ~


Qazi whittled the horn she'd gotten from her boyfriend, carvingit into shape, pointing the edge, and putting it over the back of her palm to check its fitting. It sat a little jagged, but with another pass, it would fit smoothly as a hidden claw. Perhaps Roi could help her procure a new boyfriend. Perhaps, one that lasted a bit longer.