Butt Bro Gift


Written by Septia.


“So what is like in there?” Kandice asked her brother as she slumped back – his bulk weighing down her gut as her rear smacked into the mattress. She held her palm along the sides of her gut, battering the stomach in alternating directions, catching the drove of Michael filled tummy blubber and -CHhrlslpcsh- sloshing it right back again. 
	“In here?” 
	“I wanna know it all, be my eyes down the troll cave.” 
	“Soggy, and somewhat steamy, I've been thinking about a sauna but that's not really fitting. And… some parts are really goopy.” 
	Kandice took in a deep breath. “Ahhaah, are you digesting already, is that a bit of your butt my gut has molten down?” 
	“It is, just some cake I think.” 
	“Aww…” Kandice voiced her dissappointment, batting the gut with more vigor and balling her fists over the pronounced abdomen. “Mmf I know I would draw this out… but I want you to be my dung now,” she mumbled and wrapped her gut in, to the extent she could, in her embrace, hugging it back and squeezing the taut belly to mold around Michael's outlines. 
	“It would be, fine with me it was a bit, quicker.” 
	“Ooh?” Kandice hummed, her motions clamping own to a sultry brushing and cradling of the bloated stomach sack, tracing her fingers along the edges of his protrusions and feeling the bubbling -Bbrllbcshgs- of fluids compiling within. “But I also Mmphis love feeling you melt away, come on, you gotta let a girl enjoy her brother's digestion, right Michael?” didn't you say it would be less special if I-.” 
	“Didn't make the most of our me,” Michael finished. 
	“There you go, good future turd. That is amffaa… a good, hot pile of booty garbage.” 
	“Hey.” 
	“Oooh get into character a bit, would you?” Kandice snickered and sat up, -Chwjlptsh- feeling her gut spill out into her lap, then slumped back to have it sloch and gurgle back over -Chhbrrlsltsh- -Twwbp- smacking into her cleavage. 
	“Mmf, gosh you such so naughty when you are for a pile of stuffing.” She beamed and bobbed aback and forth, working up a fair bit of a sweat as her gut -Chwptsh- -Chhwoths- bobbed and slung with her motions clapping into her thighs and breasts -Bbtwtho-.


	“Dears, whow are you holding up in there.” A voice came from outside the door, and soon their mother peeked in. 
	“Oh hi mom, you don't have to worry about us at all, Michael sure is a big, big boy,” Kandice ensured, accentuating her point on how big he was with a few lovetpats on her belly, that transitioned into groping it taut and jiggling it to hear the -Chhrlstsh- -Hsh-acbths- sloshing and churning of pepto soda within. “But my belly can handle him, and should have him processed down to a clump of gooey chocolate in a few hours.” 
	“Oh, my, you really did eat him?” 
	“Butt chomped him all up, mom. He felt sooo big, I know how you must have felt now,” she teased and then shook her gut, hills and bulges surfacing and deflating as she bounced it about. “Say hi to mom, Michael, and maybe goodbye too, you being my birthday dinner and all.” 
	After a bit of shaking and coaxing the pale approximation of Michael's face appeared as vague contours above Kandice's bellybutton, along with the outline of his hp lam brushing back a forth. 
	“Hey mom, I'm fine, pretty cramped in here.” 
	“Mm, I can see that, dear,” she said with a smile and brushed over hethe bulge of her sons head. “You were a great boy, and a wonderfully generous son.” 
	“And he will be ammf, a great, mm, generous helping of dung when soon enough,” Kandice said and brushed away a few locks of sweat soaked hair. 
	“There is not a doubt in my mind he will, then you two have fun, I as about to ask Michael for help cleaning away the party, but…” 
	“Oh, he is a bit, mmf,” -PPBbrrwwppdrrrfth- Kandice grunted as her cheeks fluttered with a gale of noxious fumes fanning through her rectal funnel, an air of moulded leather and over salted beef jerky saturating the air. “He is a bit preoccupied right now.” 
	“Sorry about that, mom.” 
	She merely nodded. “Oh I can see that, you are off the hook this time, make sure to keep your sister happy, it is her special day after all,” she said and waved them off, along with fanning off some of the flatulence that started to reach her, and shut the door on the remaining smog. 
	Kandice snickered and rested her thumb on the bulge of Michaels's face -Chhrlsptsh- cramming it back in. “Mom said you have to make me happy.” 
	“Mmf mgs, as If I wouldn't,” Micheal responded. He shuddered as he was forced back into the slimy depths. There appeared to be even more fluids than last time he had leaned back, and the air was growing sour, sultry hot and reeking of lemon lemon detergent sprayed on a mulch drove. 
	But that means making it through digestion no matte rhow long I draw it out, it feels so satisfying hearing-.” -Chhgrlwllgsh- “Mfmmf, yeah, that, mfms, and thinking It is just another step towards shoveling yo back out my fudge chute.” 
	“Geeze sis, I never knew you were this dirty.” 
	“People in glass houses, Michael, or… people in filthy bellies.” She snickered and battered the gut to and fro, leaning forwards onto it and -Chhglrllstsh- gyrating herself into the mattress to eel the brewing boil of gut fluids disperse and clump onto her meal. 
	“You don't mind that I do this, huh bro?” She snickered and squeezed the sides of her chubby pancaked gut, feeling the whole body bump and fidget with Michael's motions within. 
	“Mfmmfs, apah… course Sis, mfms, Msgr… Aha… it is fine.” Michael huffed out inside. 
	Hearing his struggles filled her with glee, nibbling her lip with snickers and bouncing onto her gut -Cbbbw- -Cbhrhwlkpgsh- compacting into the mattress sand steamrolling it back and forth, hearing the crammed groans and squelches alike reverberating from her warping tomach. 
	“Mmfs, good, I am gonna need to work off all the fat you'll add to me as well, you know.” 


~ 1 ~


“Hey bro,” Kandice said with her voice full of friviolous notions, “you know what you are?” 
	-Chrlslth- Micheal shuffled through the drapes of gunk slopping over him, everything had turned steamy and his vision, little that he used it, was growing dim from caustic fumes. “I'm, lil' sis's dinner and future dump?” 
	Kandice nodded and gave her stomach a -Cmmsmtch- swat for good measure. “That, and you are also a bouncy ball,” she declared and leapt up. 
	-Bbwwg- -bbgwmmgpsths- -Shhglglrsh- Michael felt himself for a moment weightless, then his face pummeled into the sgut wall and was smacked back to the bottom again. -Sppslprsth- a fountain of stomach acids crashed into him, singeing his skin with the vitriol glue. 
	-Bbwngs- Bgbwngn- Kandice kept up hopping in front of the mirror, her snickers flooding out into a giggle fit seeing her dombed midrif lurching up and dipping back down to her knees, Michael's outlines visible for a moment each rebound as he smashed into her stomach wall. Balance became a matter of difficulty with such a huge amount of meat displaced rapidly, and Kandice begun to teeter back and forth between her hops, grabbing onto her stomach to steady herself. 
	“Shoos osh, oww easy down there, you gotta admit you got into playing that part really quickly,” she smacked her stomach, unable to resist squeezing it together as she spun by the mirror, her fist going quite deep into the crater of chubb concaving around it. “Mm, when the time comes, you will slot right into the role of butt fumed too. Mfmff, I can almost feel how ladylike and thick you are gonna be already,” she mused and -Chhwrllrsth- squeezed her stomach together between her palms, compressing it to near a third of its girth. “Mmfs, I bet you will be one of those really naty batches too, mfmfs aww you are gonna smell like roasted rubber coming out my ass, if I am lucky.” 
	“You might not be far off, I've gotta admit it, fms, is really starting to stink in here, andfmsm, fs…” He bit down clenched teeth together; acknowledging the situation only made him more aware of how putrid and acid the stomach air had gotten, and all the fluids drooping over him giving off a surprisingly familiar aroma of charcoaled flesh. 
	“Bro that is being such a tease, fmfmfs. I am heating up out here,” she huffed out and spun around, posing with her back to the mirror and upping her cheek whilst gently bobbing and lurching her stomach forward to get a good angle of its sloshes and buoyant slouches. 
	“Michael you look, so hot, on me. Does it feel like you are going to end up more on my belly or butt from in there?” she asked, though for a bit didn't hear a response back. 
	“Hmm? Michael?” 
	“Fmmfs, I can't, really feel too much of anything right now, mms acids really starting to singe.” He grunted out from the shifting, bobbing tummy. 
	This made her smile, and she cupped the bottom of the belly, heaving herself up and then… -Chbbtlsths- Dropp it as she shook out into a dance. 
	“Giving broo-oo a bath in is's steamy acids,” she sung to herself, shaking her ass to the tune she hummed whilst her stomach sloshed and -Chhrlgls- -BHHgw- provided a rumbling chorus to her melody. “We gotta, mfms shake shake, shake your booty shake your brotha,” she hummed out and bobbed about, drumming into her tummy and jostling it to feel the gushes of acid flush and splatter within. Churns of compressed carbonated gullet fumes -Frrllsfhth- churning through her system along with the pained groans of the sloughing Michael within. 
	“Mm fmfms, mfm,” Kandice hummed and danced up to the foot of the bed. She clutched her gut again and -Cbbtbwhw slammed it down into the mattress. The stomach bent ninety degrees along the edge of the bed, billowed down in a drove of droopy tummy blubber. 
	“Phreew, mms you aren't going soft on me, are you bro,” she asked as she ground her belly back and forth. -Chhlstsh- -Chhtnsths- Hearing the sloshing of moisture and mixing gruel along with feeling the granula mince churning tickled a grin at her lips. “Mmfs, I do want you to go soft though, soft and doughy, then right back to some nice middle ground, compact, but mfmfs, enough that I can fit you down my bowels again, should't be too hard, huh?” she asked and poked into her gut, feeling Michael's struggles to ramp up as bulges cropped up and sailed to and fro across her skin. 
	“Mmmg, smgph… arah.. S-sorry sis, fmsms geeze this is, really getting to me,” Michael huffed out, placing his palm to the wall of the stomach only to hear a -Zhhrrsssh- of the sizzling fluids eating away at his skin. By now he laid slumped in a pool of a slurry composed of gut drool, fermenting acids and chunks of molten skin and brawn slo. “It stings likeff smf amg…” He huffed out, despite all his shuffling he couldn't escape the clutches of sulfuric sludge. 
	“Mmfs, afwh yewha, that is just what it s like being my dinner a morsel of meat my gut will strip down layer by layer like a plump shwarma pillar.” She moaned out and kneaded her stomach into the bed, smushing it flattened and groping her clutches deep into the mire of mulching Michael. 
	-Chhlgsh- -Chhtoshgs- -Ghhrbstsh- Her stomach slouched and churned as she moulded and spandked her abdomen down into the mattress, grinding it along he foot of the be, her moans harmonizing with Michael's squeals. “Mfmf, smfs..fawwf. So. Mcuh, mfmfs, feels so good,” she hummed out, smushing down her gut further and further… 
	-Chhrkrkstkch- Suddenly a wall of resistance fell, and she collapsed further into the bed, a muffled cry being drowend in fluids washing over Michael's face. 
	Kandice bit her lip so it creaked like leather. “Mfm… was that, actually a bone? Breaking?” she asked, frantically feeling about her stoamch. 
	"Mfmfs gmwtha. Pawhaa,” Michal resurfaced as she slumped back, thinking he had lost sensation in his legs by now, he was proven oh so wrong. 
	“S-sure was sis, fmsm, I can't… can't keep myself together in here,” he said with a touch of somber in his voice. The pain was cripping, letting it sink in just how far he had gone, and how far Kandice would take this. 
	“Mfmfsmsf, Aah I know, onemf, step closer to ass mud, msms, I can barely keep myself together either, butt bud,” she cooed out and bundle up on the bed. She huddled and squeezed around her abdomen with her limbs scrambling to feel it all and get into a good position, mimicking the behaviour of an eager spider we carry a webbed up cocoon of. “Mm, but you know if you are going to make it through my gut, we are gonna have to break a few more bones fmsm, to fit you through, won't be nearly as clean of an exit, mmfm,” -Bbhrhrrrflllfpth- she let a bout of pent-up gas vacate her rump jutting out high, soaking a stench of mildew and chedpepper cheddar soaked in whiskey, “exit mfms won't be nearly as clean as the entrance, smmfmfs, oh bro you are gonna be mms such a mess.”
	“Mfm.. Yeah.. I really am, aren't I?” 
	“Jeppers, and mafms I am gonna be here for the trip aaall the way through to my end,” Kandice drew out her sentence as she roamed a squeezing knuckle along her belly. It reached around to grind it up against her crotch as he mosied up cozy in the bed again, humping sporadically as she worked through her building excitement. -Shhsltsh -Chsltslh- Kandice pressed her head as far as she could to her gut to hear the echoing gurgles of her abdomen warping and mulching Michael down to a gluey stew. "Mfgns I am gurgling you up so good.” 
	“Frrrhgh, yeah there will be a lot of, mf, bro batter to bake…,” Michael mumbled between undulating breaths. 
	“Pffaaphaa, mmff, like a huge, filthy, nasty bread, fmms, but to bake a loaf, first mms.” Kandice grunted, jabbing her elbow into her gut and granulating it together hugging, squeezing and clamping it so the mush -Shpwsjshts- cascaded within. “We have got to have a mfmfs, pliable dough to work with down the bowel bakery,” she mused, actively crushignand compacting her softening sibling, delighting in every moment her acids tore away at him and the grinding gurgles -Cggrkgpshgs- told of Michael's progression towards the ultimate goal of her most cherished birthday present of her life. 


~ 2 ~


-Ghrhrlrlpgsh- -Schhlflgltsh- The walls convulsed, a rhythm that over the past hours had been imprinted on Michael's conscious. -Szzrlrlsch- Oozing fluids steamed up the surrounding air; joining in the puddle of molten meat and pulped sugary bread and frosting he laid submerged in. The walls of the stomach laid wrinkled with acidic jelly extruding from the surrounding walls, Kandice's stomach contracted to smear the streaks of vitriol goop onto him and pull back with webbings of liquified skin. The sludge blackened, whatever stayed under the surface of stomach acids soon shifted to a hue of charcoal — licorice dissolving in a stew. -Chlrlpglpgths- The gut budged into itself, the space warping so saves of gel sloughed over Michael's shoulders, gumming up his hair in its sizzling filth and submerging his neck under the grime. 
	“Fmmrsgs, mgmrhw… awah…,” he veiled with raspy breath. The gut had collapsed on him numerous times, all as his body grew weaker, unable to support the bloated monstrosity, though this time he felt the outline of his sister's arm wrapped around the abdomen. 
	“Mmmy-chea,” she mumbled. Stomach burst out I a series of brewing bubbles -Bhrlslghs- -Hrchhrrsbsh- as her arms massaged into the sack, sloughing Michael back and forth in the pit of her fudge forge. 
	“Fmrng.. frf… tthought I'd mbm, become numb by now, it still stings in places I don't know if I've got left.” 
	“I didn't say it would be easy to be food, in fact, I believe I strictly implied it would be a long, gruesome journey as my gut gradually granules you to gunky goo,” Kandice informed and snuggled the dome of a belly. 
	Her abdomen laid swollen, though constricted to a drop shape sagging down her lap rather than the wide mountain it had been, her fingers effortlessly trailing through the grime, barely making out any outlines of sufficient resistance. 
	“You are almost there bro, I can barely feel you in their by now. Just a bunch of troll-dough,” she said and snickered, cupping the end of her gut and jostling it gently, “made up of the best brother a hungry butt like me could ask for.” 
	Michael sighed a bit, winching at the fluids searing into him, though finding a certain calm in it. “I've heard how much fun you've been having, going at it for hours.” 
	“Mmhmm, and I am going to keep it up, still have a ways to go with you, my kind, satisfying brother,” she mused ad brushed her palms down her gut, curling in patterns to mimic her intestines. “All that way back down, flushed down the path I cramm you up though, hugging the last bits of life from your bones, until there is nothing but a fat, slimy sausage knocking on my mud chute.” 
	“I'll try and stay as compact as pfmms, possible,” Michael huffed out. 
	“Even if you were not to, you know you would still be the best dump I have taken by far.”
	Michael smiled. “Thanks, sis. That, means a lot to hear. Fmrs… fmma pha…” Talking became all the most of a strain, as Michael's chest burned and his voice crumbled into itself, the singing growing into a new burst of ache as it breached into part of his bone barrow. 
	“H-happy birthday, Kandice,” Michael mumbled as his neck sloped limp, sinking in the mire of slop, “I love you, sis.” 
	-Bhuurraalp- -Bbrhwbw- Kandice let out a belch, feeling her throat quiver and stomach squelch together, over him, brewing her brother down to sludge. 
	“I love you too, Michael.” she brushed over her stomach, stuffed like an organic, stuffed hiking backpack, growing smoother and smoother -Chhrlslptsh- as the mire within churned and digested. 
	“Bro?” She asked, -Ssmmtwch swatting the side of her belly and watching it jostles at the impact. Sinking at the touch of her curious digits. A smile crept up along Kandice's face. “Mfms… you did great bro, though you've left me with a whole tone of trash to clear up,” she snickered and kneading into her stomach, letting her tongue roll out as she felt the -Chrhskt- sundering of softened osseous tissue and musculature melting under her finger's grasps. 
	“You stay put now, you gotta keep brewing to the mfms, prefect pillar of muddy butt fudge, going to take a lot mfms baking add brewing, but…” she snickered and jabbed her finger into her stomach -Chhltpsh- which sloshed in an oily growl and bent as smooth as a water balloon, “there is no way to back out, but out my back~.” She snickered and sculpted the drove of dissolving meat, smoothing out the tougher lumps as she shuffled down cosy in her bed. “Goodnight, Michael.” 


~ 3 ~


	-Ghrjbsbglshts- -Chrlspgsh- Kandice twisted, though felt a resistance… a weight. She blinked. Hands went patting and feeling out what was sit feel out and shove away what was sitting on her. Ghrlslgsh-. Even with her eyes closed, she began to smile as her fingertips sank into the butter smooth mound perched on her abdomen. “Mfms… The Best birthday ever,” she mumbled, stroking and caressing wide groves in the plump gut. 


-Ghrhbts- -Chbbrslslsh- Kandice's stomach bounced as she strode to the bathroom, bobbing one side to the next with in a jelly like bob. 
	“Mom, I am gonna squeeze ‘My-churn’ down the drain, might wanna call the plumber because this one is a,” -Ppfbfbbrrrth- a dense cloud of foul vapors roared out of Kandice's cheeks, rattling her thighs to clap together in a little applause,  gonna be a stinky one.” 
	“Already put in an appointment, dear,” her mother called back, “enjoy yourselves.” 
	“You rock mom,” Kandice cheered and snuk into the bathroom.


-Cklk- The lid went up. -ppddwth- and her ass planted itself on the throne, -cbbrhbwb- the stomach followed after a moment, smacking into Kandice's lap. 
	“Mmfms, ooh yeah I can fell you all throughout my bowels, fmms, Michael,” -Ppfprwwttht- a gust of putrid jerky fluttered forth, echoing down the glossy bowl, “fmfs, there you went, just lik that, mfms, just gotta bass the rest of you, mfms ooh mmf… bro you mms, really aren't making this easy,” she huffed out and gyrated her rump into the seat, the grind of rump to porcelain reverberating as her pucker fluttered and convulsed at eh encroaching load, “And I am aaal about it." 
	She took in a deep breath, and slumped back against he seat, clapping a hand into her gut and brushing over the gurgling flab. “I trust you are gonna play your part well?” she said, voice smooth as soft serve as her abomen rippled and -Chhrlgltsh- -bgbhrhstlsh- roared below. “You are a hot, steamy loaf, fms, and big enough to congest, but you know this can only end in one way, right, mgf, out my dirty love tunnel.” She cooed as her pucker clamped tightly.
	-Chhrlsltlstsh- The crinkling of colon fluids seeped through her squealing at her spreading pucker. The rugose expanse of flesh bulgining under the weight trapped within, the tip blooming open from the booty bulb to a wide expanse of raw umber. The skin of her pucker crawled and snapped backwards as the cragged mound crawled through. -Chshths- The brim slipped along on the sheen of bowel drool doused over the hunk and snapping into fractures separating the many chunks of Michael pudding her ass had grafted onto a uniform whole of reeking manure. 
	“Phooey. Ooh brother, do me like that,” she huffed, voice kept sultry and smooth despite her breath ramping in pace, ocassionally squeezing her gut ingking her finger sin a deep grope of her gut when a wide chunk pried apart her hind. 
	Down in the bowl Kandice's brother loaf had passed the width of the toilet funnel, -Chhrlslsffth- her brim tugged along with the mass of intestinal nougat sludge. The raw umber bale wedged itself through her brim at a snailspace, letting her brim gently smoosh and into the turgid mass, -Chrrslsh- at times slow enough that her brim moulded into the grime and formed ringed choke patterns along the behemoth. 
	“Mmgmg. Smms oh bro, mmf,” Kandice for a moment nearly squealed, only to regain her composure and letting her fingers roam down her belly, “you are an even fatter piece of muck than I could have imagined.” She huffed and nibbled down on her lower lip, cooing as her cheeks cleaved apart by the sheer bulk of congealed Michael warping her brim. 
	Creakings of a mud smearked hinge echoced down the bowl from her packed bottom. She parted her thighs a bit, squeezing in on her stomach to, and a cloud of steam soared from the bowl, the radiating heat from the but carrying a rusted licorice root stench to it, boiled in a week old whey, a sticky scent that flourished in the damp bathroom air. 
	“Mfmpfhss hew, fmfs, stinking up the place, smms, just like a hot piece of ass fudge should,” Kandice mumbled and balled up her gut in her grasp, rubbing and grinding into It to accompany the polishing squeal from her rear with the -Chhglrlsths- -Bhrgrsslh- gurgling patter of compacted mulch down her bowels. Cchhrlsltsh- The filth loaf slimmed. Kandice's brim clenched and grasped for every bit of contraction it could get, slimming the mound back to the width of a soda can. 
	“Mmfaawfmm, oohs, come fmg,” Kandice squealed, her lip turning white as her teeth pinched down. 
	As the weight contained at the end of the hunk ggrowing disproportionate to its its securing point, becoming a domed wreckingball of butt fudge plummeting to the end of bottom of the toilet at an accelerated rate. The laod dragged pent-up manure out of Kandice's bowels in its fall… -Kkllpldth- The smack in tone white porcelain was stiff, solid, there wasn't a splash of water. Only the sheer bulk submerging the bottom of the bowl; funnel smothered in a gratuitous slab of colon chocolate. A coiling tangle of chubby gruel sloping in mish mashed patterns overtop of the dung bale. 
	“Mfrs. faha…” Kandice huffed out, forcing over herself with her belly -Chhtlsh- propping up her chest. “That “Mmfs ah yeah, that is my bro, ask if I could mulch you ifms into dung and you mm, give my as a whole mudslide.”
	-Pppfprhrhrrttoh- Her cheeks vibrated and face contorted in strained enjoyment as she unleashed a torrent of cloudy vapors after the mulch. -Pphrhr-bhr-chchtlh- which soon plugged right back up as she the pillar of manure crowded up her congested slope. It warped her contorting pucker into the droves of fudge funneled down through her intestines, her stomach withdrawing in her grasp whilst her bottom pumped out clogs of softer but clay, the pillars stretching by their crackled patterns and sloping off in segments of sludge, solid chunks uncovered to be fractured chunks of bone, ribs littered ribs embedded along the chunky onslaught of peppery reeking bile, each segment crumpled and spread asunder unleashing pluming puffs of baked in fog and moisture. 
	"Mmfs phae, Bro that fmms, funk is so disgusting fms. I've mfms, never been prouder of a fmms, load of dung in my life.” She huffed out, fondling her abdomen as the -Chhrlsptsh- draining of her bowels sloughed out into eh bowl, layer by layer of tangling manure sprawling forth, dropping over underlying mounds and curling down the sides in bale dunes of grimy wax. 
	"Mfmfs, pshaw. R-really giving my ass a pummeling,” she huffed out, jostling her gut in her grasp and kneading it together. 
	Her pit gaped and hurled out congealed globules of ferreted meat and baked brawn. -Chshtlsth- -Bhggrshs-. 
	“MMf?” she shuffled and spread her thighs wide, feeling how the mountain of skeletal riddled manure clogged the bowl, having started to peek y through the thigh gap, sloughing forth as a drove of rising dough. 
	"Phf.. Mm, whatever you did to make such a truckload of filth, you really gave it your all,” she huffed, brushing her palms over her contracting stomach bulge as it slimmed down. 
	She pried herself from the seat with a crinkle of mushy manure peeling off of her cheek -Chhrlrlspth-. Kandice stepped off of the toilet – unbothered by flushing – and letting a sloping dune of manure trail behind her -Chrltpsh- -Chsths-. The crumbled mess of fudge drooping onto the floor behind her halfway up to the door, sprawling wider on the floor with ruins of the comprised of teeth, and vertebrae was uncovered by the drooping mounds of molten clay gruel. 


“I clogged it.” 
	“Already?” her mother responded, “wow, he really was a big boy.” 
	“I know, right?” Candice called out, drumming her fingers onto her tummy and sauntering off to Michael's room. “I am unloading the last in his bed, he's been working hard all night in my gut, so he mdms”, -Pphrhrbrbrrhht-, “deserves some rest.” 
	“Open the windows dear.” 
	“When I am done.” -Ckkthh-. 


~ 4 ~


Kandice perched on top of Miachel's bed, the sheets still done up neatly from yesterday, since' he'd been sleeping in her bed. 
	“MMFmfhoo, my butt is still jam packed, fms, making me feel like s soft serve mpump, mrmff. Or one of mfm, those toy clay things, fmms, you are mfm so heavy,” she huffed, and rubbed over her exposed sagging abdomen, whilst her pucker winked and pinched before the new slabs of manure brewing in her depths. 
	-Chhrslpstsht-. -Sppthh-PPthhororwlglsh- A gale of puttering exhaust coerced the manure slabs to move forwards. Kandice's pucker clasped tight into soon swell wide for a round clod of manure that sloped free an with the force of the fermented gale, -Sppths- dropping into the bedding and smearing the cover stained with a tainted afterimage of auburn. 
	“Mmfs, pmffaa mfmrh,” Kandice huffed as her butt gaped for the compacted bundles of manure slabs to come billowing out of her slobbered brim. “Mmfs, can you imagine, mfms, yesterday, you were just sleeping mm, in this bed, and todmmfs, with just a little trip through my tummy, mms, and this is all of you that remains,” she huffed out, panting as the pile build under underneath her. 
	Rigid slabs with deep crinkled patterns engraved into their surface form the long journey compacting and melting through her bowels clobbered into one another sculpts- -Chtwop- denting the toffy consistency of one another and gumming up with their outlines. The fudge melded together by the residual heat emminiating from the smoking dollops of filth. Gradually the melange of coffe tinged fudge and tab khaki tainted bones clustered together into a collected heap with pathways and tunnels between each chunk and trail of fresh brother compost. The weight of the filth cratered into the bed, warping the mattress as the pile sprawled out from the addition of thick nougat lengths dispensed from on high. 
	“Mfmsfs phoo… and now, you amrm, are just resting here temporarily, waste lit mmfs, this f doesn is going to make the whole house smell like my ass. Mmfs apafmsm mfms.” she paused, groaning and huffing as her pucker bloated around a particularly obese hunk of manure, dropping with colon fluids that gave the whole mound a twinkling layer of gloss, as the globule of filth warped it sways free and sloughed into the pile below like a lazy, overfed slug -Spplstpsths- its consistency soft enough to meld into the cluster of manure, melting over it I to cake on a layer of greasy, spoiled frosting. 
	“Mmf, sfpaha… ooh yeah, you are gonna love sleeping out in the dumpster, fmfms, where just a batch of fresh muck like you belong,” Kandice huffed out and sunk her digits into her ass, kneading and spreading it wide to open the path for the bowl snake she'd mulched her brother into. -Chtsltsh- its thick body of auburn slop broken up here and there by shards of bone. Resting like sprinkled hard candy on a fancy gelato.



-Chhrrlsth- Kandice felt something, something smooth brush up against her pucker, she peeked back, seeing the arch of filth curving out her rear, and their shimmering, jutting out of the mount, was a tag, and around it, smeared and plastered into the butt clay, was a metal chain, gradually extruding through her bottom. 
	“Mmfs. Ofosh mfm… ahaa, mmf it really is you, smm I didn't just pig out and stuff myself on junk food, fm sms, all this, premium dung… mfms, is all frommmff gobbling you up, Michael,” she huffed out. Kandice sucked in air through her teeth as she felt the necklace trickle out of her along with the packed butt fudge. 
	-Chhrltlghs- Her stomach deflated, condensing to a modest potbelly jiggling with a featherweight glee. -Chhrrlsltsh- All whilst Kandice let the chubby mound of manure slim down, curling and swirling over the pile, its weight bending the manure underneath it, and droves of muck forced out of the way to slop along the mound as sweatdrops of candle way. -Chshotshts- and then -Sppwpthsw- The tail end of the mount sleeked out of her ass, for a moment, time slowed to a crawl. The weight that had been close to hr all night, weighing her down, vanished… 
	The bulk vacated out of her, the last of her brother, baked into dung a after min her chocolate furnace after boiling into pulp through her brother broiler, fell back into a curving slope, -Sltph- smearing into the coiling batch of pungent grime and from the end of her rectum, spread throughout all of Kandice, a wave of relief. 
	“Phha…” she slumped down onto her knees, the bed bouncing at the impact, jostling up the heap of grime, the reverberations leaving it to meld and droop into a further mush of doughy clay. -Ppltshp- -Bbrwb- pockets of air popping as the heap shifted, and. 


Gradually recovering from the aftershock, Kandice peeked up at the mire, a heap reaching up reahcing halfway up to her knees, and at its crown rested the tag. She fished it up on her pinkie, looking at the stained imprint of ‘Butt bro' proudly displayed on the tag. She smiled, and lowered it back onto the stack of raw bowl sewage. 
	“It suits you, Michael.” 
	“Sweetie, it is stinking all the way I can smell Michael form all the way down here, I told you to open the windows.” 
	“I will handle it mome.” She called back, giving the heap a love tap. 


~ 5 ~


“Pho…  sph…  How do you seem heavier now than before?” Kandice teased, heaving with her the stained, bundled up bed sheets of her former brother's bed, tied up with one of his old shirts. 
	“Mmm, like a bit, chocolate butt dumpling,” she mused. 
	Getting a better grasp under the parcel and -Ppspth- dropping it onto the container. She lifted the lid, giving a glance to the collected trash below.
	“Alright, You did it, bro, from healthy, hot man to healthy, hearty mud,” she smacked her own rump, giving the new padded ham a satisfying squeeze, letting the blubber bulge up between her fingers. “You have fmm, if you only had an idea of how happy this made me, and is still making me~. I would have kept you around, but storing trash in my room would get stinky, and you know how mother is,” She said with a cheery jest and shovelled the bundle down the trash. The sack unceremoniously -Spthshts- smushed into old soda cans, food wast, and plastic cutlery. 
	“I will always remember you Michael,” Kandice said with a palm on her chest, then she clenched into a fist groping her chest through her shirt, “ss the raddest bunch of dung that ever passed out my rump, goodnight,” she called out, the last she would see of her brother, as the lid dropped.