Muscle Magnetism: Contain


Written by Septia.


The door was struck with a series of knocks. 
	Fekito jumped to his feet. “That must be the pizza.” 
	“Pizza?” Bysia asked with asked with his mouth full, shoveling I another half of a pirogi down his gob and wiping off tomato grease with ht eh side of his thumb, “you got us a pizza too? Thought three places would be sufficient.” 
	“Course I didn't get a Pizza,” Fekito called as he received a stack of white boxes that he prompt unloaded onto the tv-table. “Pizzas, plural.” He joined Bysia on the cough stuffing his face with one of the cheesy pies, gnawing huge chomps out of the disk. “Phaa, feels like I've not eaten for weeks.” 
	Bysia pondered as the methodically tore off a pizza slice and rolled it up to a tube. “We've been neglecting food for a few days now. I do not think we've even been outside.” 
	“You are full of dung,” Fekito retaliated and slapped Bysia's chest, his hand locking into lustful cl grope, “we've been chowing down on each other, a non-stop beef buffet. and don't think I didn't see your dong go damns back in the garage,” Fekito teased and crammed a whole the rest of pizza down his mouth, folding it up and chewing it down to hasty pulp. ”I'm gonna make the biggest dump you've ever experienced, and for that I need to bulk up.” 
	Fekito huffed and snagged another pirogi, gnawing on one end of the bloated bread sack. “Think you are the only one who gets to stuff yourself? We are in for this together.” 
	“What's up with you? Trying too pamper you here, idiot,” Fekito teased and gnawed onto the other end of the pirogi, the two played tug of war with the frail meal before smashing their faces together. -Kkrlrlpsth- The savory pastry erupted in a slurry of cheese, herbs and tomato paste, painting their faces in outstretching tendrils of gunky scarlet, brine flung up their nostrils and siphoned down the slits of theier eyes, all as they upheld their passionate exchange. 
	“Mmgnnf,” Bysia huffed gently, stuffing his face whilst the two of them cuddled together on the couch. Fekito had yet to take his palm of the swollen pectoral. Fekito felt Bysia's chest tremble beneath his grasp, gripping tauter, sinking digits into the expanse of brawn. His palm roamed over the sleek muscular pillow. 
	“Mmffs, your pecs are rad as heck,” he huffed out, slurping down a chunk of cheesy grease and grinding his face right own into the pectoral, which formed a divot around his face barely taking up a quarter of Bysia's chest. 
	“MGF, you are such a mfms, perverted freak,” Bysia huffed with joy, “wajsu mm, want to smother yourself in my chest.” 
	“Mmmgf, I might not ever get off them," he said with his face muffled by the pec. Soon both hands resigning to groping and sinking into the thick hills of chest baggage. He ground into the chest and feeling the bulbous chest bulk mould in his firm grasps. Bysia groaned and huffed as Fektio's soggy palms folded and kneaded his chest together, heaving his torso upward sin to expel the pent of stimulation the groping produced. 
	Fekito felt the chest bob under his grasp, his head wedging in between the pecs that pried around his face, though each time he felt more bulk under his palm, each grope squeezed larger hills of packed muscle up between his fingers. His breath picked up in pace, and weaseled his head free, witnessing as Bysia's upper torso engorged in mass, . His palms sinking and kneading into the ever sprawling expanse of muscular cleavage, — his palms grapsing and clutching working as efficient as attempting to pin down an inflating waterbed. 
	“Oh you hot bitch,” he huffed out and ground his face back into the chest, smearing strokes of saliva, perspiration and scarlet tainted tomato grease across pecs in the path of his head, his hair turning into a brush on an inflating canvas, distorting the strokes as the chest until teach pectoral had swelled up past past Fekito's torso. -Ckrkrls- The floorboards below creaked. The shaking joining along with the overloaded whistling of tensed metal springs. Bysia's chest jamming into the back pillow sof the couch and indenting it with the raw force of his bust, creasing the fabric to thin stretch grooves perched around his massive pectorals. 
	Fektio didn't for a moment stop suckling, kneading and grinding his own chest into Bysia's, the stretching and grinding of buffing brawn creaking although the room, each peck far past the width of their sofas' cushions, and with such more delicate, plush bulk. Fekito could barely reach from one nipple to the other whilst clinging to one each one in turn and groping the red rosy teat til it swelled like the rest of the magnificent bed of beef. The nipple protruding outta of Fekito's grasp, the jostling pillar of flesh surpassing the width of Bysia's arm. 
	“Mfmfs, I'd definitely not getting off this chest now,” Fekito huffed and grasped the niple in both hands, squeezing it tight and jerking up along the length of the meat, “but I sure mafms, am gonna get them off.” Hew clamped his mouth around the tip, suckling it with as passion that rippled through his muscles. The biceps spoteniosuly engorging to pin his jaw to o the teat as he suckled it in deep, cheeks inflating displacing with the nipple swishing inside is maw like a waterballoon. 
	“Mgms, aamhh heck. Fmms, k-keepm tmm.” 
	“What was that, you hungry,” Fekito huffed out while he suckled the teat, an nursing his own shaft thick and throbbing -Sppsth- stab it into a bundle of folded pizzas and plump piegories, “here's your order, you want an out of this world dickign with that?” he called out, circling around the nipple a and planting his barbecue dick down Bysia's open throat. An arch of yellow and crimson lard laid out the path of his cock, whilst he worked onto the nipple and humped the meal down Bysia's cock hungry throat. 
	Fekito pendullumed between suckling down ton the nipple and thrusting in his shaft, until he brought his head down a bit too far, and felt the teat squelched back into his uvula, triggering his gag reflex. 
	-Ghhbrhaaa- A flood of congealed, acidic slurry propelled him up the length of the shaft. The thin rivers formed around the nipple in saliva and grease overwhelmed with the deluge of yelowed pink vomit. Chunks of ham and mushrooms drooping down into the slurry of liquefied pizza drenching the nipple to look like aproper wax candle when he popped off the tip. 
	“Mmfmfw, AFPAH awmmf, assays,” Bysia huffed out in, shuddering so Fekito nearly lost his balance on the rippling bedding of bust. 
	“You liked that, huh? Ffgms, mm, so much more where that came from,” Fekito ensured and toyed with the vomit slathered tip of the teat, poking his fingers down the mire and spreading open the nipple. He slurped up globules of the grime from his lips and leaned in to kiss the gaping nipple. His gullet distended down to bump up against the side of the vomit shrouded teat before he hurled a tha swamp of gut boiled pirogi and cheese down the par open nipple, suckling his lips down in a kiss as he filled it in slop. 
	“Mgms, mgphth, phrheew...” Bysia was overwhelmed with the stringing vitriol of the vomit, and the cock forcing down chunks of speared and massacred junkfood dwon his throat finally mt resistance as it all came bubbling up from his gullet like a witch's cauldron. -Chhgltsh- the mire of half chewed pizza and stomach acids filled up his maw, puking to soak Fekito's shaft in the prickling lubrication of molten mucus. 
	“Mgmf, aamhg, heck yeah, mfm... I need this so bad,” he huffed out and ripped up his shaft for, crouching over the rippling tower of volcano of puke of his own creation, the tip of it building out with a patch of swelling discolored gruel, -Sppspltsh- before it penetrated the slum filled gape and drove his shaft down as the cork down a stuffed bottleneck, a volley of macrated foodscraps surging out in a blast of gunk. Fekito howled in pleasure as he fell down on all force, humping his lovepiston down the tube of encasing meat, feeling it prop his crotch up by the share length of the nipple. But, his vigor and drive pummeled his shaft straight down the nipple to compress it like an accordion around his spunk-pump. 
	"Mmfs, oahf mmarh,” he groaned through clasped teeth, fondling and sinking fingers into the chest padding, squeezing and clenching. He sprawled out over the engorged pecks, his knees reaching the end of tithe one on his side while his arms splayed out didn't were just a smidgen past halfway to the other ripplflopping chest-shaft. -Chrslpts- Each thrust sent an eruption of grime splatting up around his crotch, grease from the masticated meat and dough gumming up his abs with a latticework web of filth whilst torrents heaved down in obese rivers down his thighs, creeping down the canyons of his flexing muscles and trickling off the edge of Bysia's bust in a waterfall of pre and vomit cocktail. 
	Bysia's face laid clogged win streams of the thick gut batter, streaks of orange and cream following along other globules of  dissolved cheese and splotches of liquefied vegetables. Streaming down over his eyes and drooping down his ears, his shaking only heaving more of the upchucked gruel down this slits and nostrils, gumming with where it gummed and up with a wall of snot and tickled his nasal nerves. The trembles going through his body from Fekito's frantic rut only irritated his nasal cavity further. He coughed up mouthfuls of puke, breath gasping and shaking as he drew in air. Whilst Fekito's sack sack pumped and funneled this oncoming load. 
	“Aha, aah ah,” Bysia gasped in.
	“Ammmh, amamh,” Fekito heaved his cock throbbed up fat and congesting Bysia's clogged teat. Both reeling in anticipation of the oncoming payload... 
	“Ammfmfagg,” Fekito groaned out as hie shaft cbegun to disgorge his seaming nut-butter. 
	“Aa-tchiooouu,” Bysia sneezed, his stuffed nostrils blooming open around a bulwark of green phlegm. In slow motion one could see the slime gradually reel around his nostrils to exponentially engorge as wide as Fekito's bust when it was an arm away from Bysia's face. 
	Fekito was long gone in the eruption of pleasure when the snot barrage impacted. It swept him up and hurled him off of Bysia's chest, his cock dislodging from the nipple in a fountain of sprouting spunk hosing the walls the roof above. A clashing mixture of puke and white batter warping their hues into a deranged rainbow. Fekito launched along the arch onto the opposite wall next to the dinner table. -Ckkrkwth- His calves shattering the chair in his path, splinters bursting forth from the wood and then consumed by the onslaught of snot. A tendril of cum hung I the air like the smog of a smoke flair, connecting Fekito's puke caked cock with the far away nipple, the distance gradually leaving the spunk to clench together into separate globules of alabaster — shining pearls dangling in the air for that moment of mutually unleashed pressure. 
	-Spplstsh- -Crpktksph- The splattering smack a trunk-wortt of slime echoed in the apartment. 
	From outside, aside from some rumbles and moans, all seemed ordinary. -Splltlrsth- until a the closed shutters were displaced by a pillow sized splotch of mucus.


~ 1 ~


Fekito laid back in the cough, chest constrained to its usual voluptuous bulk, face drippling of puke and dots of cum. A taut string of snot went out of his nostril. He snorted, and shook his head, seated on the cough and feeling the gel tether tug on him. Vision cleared, his eyes went wide. 
	“Oh, you absolute snot goblin.” 
	His snot vine connected to the other side of the room, where Fekito sat slumped against he wall with a conical web of lime green nasal gelatin netting him in place. The light from above collecting and reflecting in the glistening surface of slime gel sprawling in intricate globular patterns across his form, weaves of slime waving and forming him in one place, stitched to the wall like a spied a particularly grease spider made him his web. Even through the snot, its semi-transluscnet properties allowed Bysia to see Fekito's physique underneath, warped and contorted by the bending coils of phlegm. 
	“Stuck?” Bysia asked with a hint of a smile through his stalwart demeanor. 
	“Mfm, smart ass,” Fetid snickered, his cock twitching, buried in the slime. A length of white splodge preserved in the green gel, till it reached the outside were it slumped down on the ground like a flat snake. 
	“It is not that different form all the other times you blew your load all over.” 
	“Though, you are a bit more, compromised,” Bysia stated and patted the slime, retracting a hand webbed with tiny strains of goo. 
	“Though, I think I got a solution to this,” Bysia said and turned to face his rear to the blotch of slime. “You are all lubed up and everything, so this'll be the fastest way to-.” 
	“Ooh heck yeah your ass is gonna be soreandpulsing,” Fekito claimed and wiggled his arms up through the gunk, palms clenched together like a swimmer about to dive, -Shwhpth- sinking up through bysia's clamping cheeks. The surprise enough to have the tall roommate stumble and slump his toned as down the stretch of Fekito's arms, forearms prying open the pit yet unable to prepare it for the bloated biceps forcing the pucker to wedge inwards whilst it sunk down the throbbing arms. 
	“Mmfs, aahsfns, who would ever have mgm, thought you would be a part of your butt plug collection,” Bysia huffed out as he sat backwards, the sludge pile crinkling as his rectum plied around Fekito's muscles. Bales of snot gumming them together, droves of excess snot piling up at the twitching brim warping and moulding down the over into sculpted waves around them brim sinking over Fetid's farms. Bysia humped and groaned as he twisted and wringed himself down. His abs jutting doming as he forced his partner's buff biceps down to his head, and which proved no challenge after the melon girthed upper arm mountains -Shwhrlpth-. Fekito's body gradually enveloped by the clutches of Bysia's ass, their difference in length displayed at its most apparent showcase whilst Bysia's rectum clamped and compressed the snot together to a taut butt plug of nasal goo. 
	“MMFMa gmmra, aawm I'm gonna burst in two,” Bysia huffed out, his cheeks accommodating Fekito's chest, like sitting taking a chair up his ass. -Chhrsltlsh- Gradually the crinkling of smearing snot stifled with thereto's swollen hamstrings snugging up Bysia's rear, the taller roromate rising up to feel a bit of him slip out, just to crouch down again. Bysia’s abdominals malforming and bloating as he took some time enjoying the ludicrous bulk congesting his backend. 
	“Mmfs, you will be outmms soon enough,” Bysia huffed, snot smeared pal instinctual grasping his camshaft and pounding it, feeling the nasal glue pasting his hand tight in the jerking grip. 
	“Filthy liar,” Fekito huffed out from inside, grinding his shaft against the rugose bowels walls undulating around his form.


~ 2 ~


 “Mmf, wmpmgwh.” 
	“Oh what is that? It sounds like my bake-a-boyfriend is done,” Bysia chuckled as he rubbed along his part wide rear, a pair of wiggling feet sticking out of his ass. 
	“Then ti fmms, time to come out,” he said as he grunted and headed, his cheeks parting like a curtain of meat around the bale of fudge cradled within, the expanse of mulch stretching him wide as it begun to billow outwards. The air taking on a putrid tone of the churned up remains of greasy fontina, toasted mushrooms and ass mirth, some of the grease eve even from twice baked pizza Bysia had to clean up the vomit somehow. 
	“Mmf, aphgaa, you know,” Bysia huffed, grabbing onto the shower pipes as his rear divulged the tip of the beam of gratuitous manure bale, “when you said you wouldmmgf, make the biggest dump, I've shaa, ever experienced... I had envisioned you implying somethingsmf else.” 
	Sweat drooped down Bysia's face as the trunk of sludge arched out, with a surface slick from the massaging colon walls, a raw umber intermingled with bloated veins of green snot encasing the rough form of Fekito billowing his way out. Sweat pooling at Bysia's forehead, taking with the drying patches of filth and spunk, gaining enough elasticity and viscosity for them to dangle down his the tip of his nose and lips in jellied droplets, which he slurped up in between groaning heaves to dispense the long chunk of filth. Its surface crackled ad crinkled with fractures in the raw umber filling up with colon fluids and remains of dissolved phlegm. Gunk squeezed along the gaps between smuck segments like pas a homemade plaster. The end of the mound soon reached onto the towel Bysia had planted to make the landing all the softer, -Cllrsht- and the mound creaking the way stale porridge growls when you dip a spoon past the hardened crust. The loaf of auburn manure beind and sprawling with two mud cloaked bales shifting and warping the more they were freed from the rectal charm, -Chshtslh- til they begun to shed the armour of gruel and unveil Fekito's bulbous physique. 
	“Mgma, amamawwa,” Bysia groaned out as the freed arm's first order of business was to sink their clutches into his ass, fondling his fingers through the tuat bulk and spreading them so the remaining clog of manure could curl free and, -Shwhtha- the anaconda of muck spiralling out wonce the thick wedge of Fekito's body made its way out. The bile-sausge filler slumping back onto the towels and feeling how the onslaught of a mudslide continued to pour out over him, encasing him in spiraling curls of sludgy, drooping dung. The gilth separated along its crevasses had unleashed stacks of steam tainting the air a burnished musk of rubber distilled into a fermented alcohol. The soft serve swirls of filth expunged from Bysia's bowels, burying Fekito's once exposed feet and calves in fresh untangles of booty clay, smoothing and casting over his body, till the tangles bundle of manure reached up to Fekito's chest and he watched slumped on the floor, and imbued with muck. As the slitting coil petered out to slump down into a smaller stack by Bysia's sneakers. 
	“Phoa. ohhaa. Mfmfaa.... aw it was like your whole body was a cock...,” Bysia huffed, slumping to his knees.  His pucker laid wide agape; you could fit a football up his ass and not touch any walls before for a good bit, though i't be slathered in webbing tethers of sludge before then. 
	Bysia stepped through the mire, the filth reaching up over his sneakers and piling them to inwards craters. He strobe up and brushed chunks of putty off of Fekito's face. “Hey beautiful.” 
	“That's mine lien and you know it,” Fekito snapped back, and then leaned in to for a deep kiss. Grinding up his mud slobbered form on the cleared Bysia. 
	“Watch it, you might be putting your foot in your mouth,” Bysia teased and stood up, wiggling his dung smeared sneaker by Fekito's face, who leaned in to suckle and wipe his tongue in broad brushstrokes of hot spittle over the mire, soaking in the flavor and coloring his tongue tainted in butt bark as he suckled and the labyrinth pattern under the sole clean of mire. 
	As Fekito swabbed the rubber clean, Bysia leaned in a bit further, and further, letting the weight of his foot push the sneaker in deeper. 
	Fekito remained unaware before he had half the show lodged in and poking out his cheek. There was trouble getting his teeth to shut to form words. -Spplstsh- For Bysia to then thrust further, sending the mire drenched sneaker down his maw, throat warping and bending with skid marks dressing it in a striped pattern down the throat, gullet contorted around eh outline of the sneakers footprint from within Fekito's neck. 
	“Ooops. Or maybe I should be careful not to stick my feet up someone else's mouth.” Bysia teased, wiggling the shoe to make Fekito squirm in the cutest of quiverings, still hard at work slurping and smooching around Bysia's leg. 
	Fekito's throat ached around the massive intake, trembling and clenching In peristalsis reflex. -Chhts- Dragging the sneaker off of Bysia's foot, -Gltlsp- a swallow as Bysia tried to withdraw it pulled it clean off of his foot, and sending the warped contoures down a journey through Fekito's neck. 
	“Oh darn...” 
	Fekito smirked and wiped his lip, letting out a small -Bruialp- belch tainted in prime sewage. “You'll get it back, if you sift through enough of my butt fudge.” 
	The two brought each other in close, restraining each other with hand prints of organic gutter-mud and savouring the sensation of being together in each others arms once more. Though the experience they just shared was more... intimate. 
	“Phhaa ha... you gotta admit, that's got to be the biggest thing you've jammed up your ass.” Fekito snickered. 
	This gave Bysia pause, staring out into the aether, stretching his chin. 
	Fekito's smile dropped to confounded curiosity. “What haven't you told me?” 
	“Well, Achaius has at times been ra rather massive in taking.” Bysia pondered out loud. 
	“Achaius?” 
	“Yes-... oh... y-yes.” Bysia said, suddenly flustered. 
	Fekito's eyes went wide. “You don't mean, your-.” 
	“Bhurrrrllg.” could be heard from the elk stallion outside, growling at them with the deep voice of a tuba given animal instincts. 
	The two met each others' gaze. A moment dedicated to process this new information. 
	Fekito smiled. 
	Bysia smiled back.