Cheery Ass


Written by Septia.



-Kkchng- The fourth pair of bread slices jumped out of the toaster and onto Hamlyn's plate, where they were unceremoniously slathered in butter and crammed down down his face. 
	“Fmwf, mmfpa,” he munched so crumbs flew, scratching his ass and then wiping back his ginger hair  in the same gesture. Merely a light breakfast, seeing how much he'd stuffed himself with last night at the Plug outing celebratory. -Chhglltlshgh- his stomach growled, a palm clasped over the protruding abdomen, cupping the firm hunk of pronounced muscular bulk as he made his way to the bathroom. 
	“Plough me sideways that's gonna be a fat load,” he wheezed through his teeth as he reached for the handle, unable to alleviate some pressure from his clogged colon. -Bbgrrgfghfhgs- -Bfbghhgsh- His rear rustled, jostling like the knockers of a busty cheerleader, thougth there was no culminating expulsion of polluted fog, a more muffled groan that set off a series of squirms along his bowels. The moans picked up in volume, his lower abdomen denting with the outlines of an outstretched palm. 
	“Amamug, heck yeah that is the real raw stuff,” came a voice – muffled – from his backside. 
	Hamlyn scoffed, swatting at his stomach. 
	“Oh yeah,” he mused in remembrance, “A skunk of a skank did crawl up my ass yesterday. Thought you'd have snuck out during the night.” 
	“Phwhaa, phfhaa,” and miss out on evenf, mmms, a second of your gorgeous fudge factory in action? I wanna be savaged by your filthy ass all day,” Cleva huffed out from her compromised position within Hamlyn's colon. 
	The walls undulating to swab against her skin, the rugose surface clinging tight to her frame, swathing her in a cocoon of his sleek muscles bearing down on her, blue hair dye and colon fluids drooping from her locks in a web of ass phlegm, the aerosol of the hairspray spiking the stench of the unearthed brine oozing from Hamlyn's uncleaned bowels. And her heart was raising every moment of it. 
	“How'd a hot cheerleader crash so low as to give herself to my ass,” she heard his voice amidst the churns and smears of the organic waltz, “you're just gonna end up dumped out  under a wall of dung.” 
	“Then you'll have to make it happen, I'll take fmms, aal all your divine ass can dish out.” 
	“Deranged perv,” Hamlyn half chuckled, half scoffed, -chhtlglgsth- as the pressure was rising, he left his ass-mate at the mercy of his bowels. 


-Ghrbrllsghs- Cleva heard it coming, and soon, she felt it. -Chhrrslstlsth- the constricted tunnels ahead bearing themselves open and uncovering a wall of raw umber, crackling with the skin of his intestines peeled back as the catacombs swelled in girth to her head. Her face scrunched up at the assault of a torrent of rank vapors, dried meat festering in a brewing bog with the alcoholic sting of a late-night rave. 
	"Mfms mms fmsm, ooh heck it is even better than I had imagined,” She whispered with a squeal to her voice, her mouth puckered, tongue reaching out to meet the avalanche… -Chhrlpgtsh- only for the onslaught of sludge to pelt her in the face, moulding into a vague cast around her nose and brow, the warmth of the fetid stench of the byproducts of a meat plant, carmelised in a chute rectum nougat by the the hottest ass in the world. 
	“Amfms, a woaowoah apah yesmmfspgh,” her elation was stifled as the tangle of manure wound its way down past her lip, the pillar of umber waste clambering down past her lips as its girth engorged, crackling. 
	-Chhrlstsh- chahtlsh- the manure crackled as fractures of embedded slime was exposed for the brief moment before it joined the stacking bales of fudge over the cheery girl's head or curling down the drain of her throat, an eager depth engulfing mouthful after mouthful of internally pasteurized chocolate. 
	“Mfmmghs, might,” her cheeks distending to the point it muched up to the wall of the bowels, tickling her in each gulp with the swishing pattern of ruffled flesh. “MFMmrhghgssm,” more moans -filtered through a mouthful of sludge — wheezed their way out of her, as Cleva moaned and squirmed with the excitement of the foul manure tanning her tastebuds, caking her tongue in a frosting of melting sewage, and her mind growing hazy from the pent-up pungency of of beef jerky ad spiked whey flooding her senses. 
	“Mmffmgrg, mfm, right on,” Hamley huffed at the squirms of the former cheerleader down his ass, “Filthy, greedy skank,” he muttered under his breath with a touch of admiring condescension. If she kept this up, he'd been spared a trip to the bathroom. 
	“That'd sure be a time saver,” -Fbbfhrhrgs- another bout of gas, smothered from escaping his rear by the cork of an excited, mud chugging hottie clogging his ass filthered through, and Hamley turned his back on the bathroom — it wasn't needed. 


~ 1 ~


“Hhamfmpngh, might,” Cleva guzzled down a loaf of congealed, chunky bile, -spfhhrsltsh- crud crawling along the rim of her lips and painting bubbly streaks onto her cheeks. The bale of raw butt fudge steaming of freshly processed junk food. -PPFhhrrrbbtbth- a gale of flatulence pelted her in the face, matting down her smeared, mud tainted locks back over her head, the flatulence sparking of spicy garlic and dollar store beer. 
	“Mmorpppff, mgmpfh, afar, glgba…” Cleva panted, her tongue curling over the last hunk of the batch, hoisting it down her gullet -Chghhrlrspth-. “Ooofhrm, yeah all those rumors about your hot can blocking up the toilets at Plug, they were all true,” she huffed, forcing the tainted breath down her lungs, the air circulating through her all permitted by Hamlyn's virulent vapors. That is when she felt it, the rhythmic drag and undulatuons of the fleshy walls, tethering to her on threads of grime, the shifting motions… Hamley was just walking along, despite unloading his whole bowel's worth of muck into her face
	“Mfmmfs, gmm, oh yes, just, mm, leave me to the be ravaged by your ass,” she crooned with a throat caked in manure. 
	“Freaky gutter slut,” Hamley responded, groping his ass, “you have been at it since yesterday, stuffing your face down my trough like a pig.” 
	“Dmmgs, doesn't stop you from gorging yourself as much as you always do,” Celva pointed out, wriggling to grind her frame into the sensual spots along Hamley's bowels, massaging his colon to ease it open and -Ppfhfhrrrlth- allow a puff of greasy soot to baste her face with the stream of malodour. 
	Hamley sighed and shook his head as he walked to Plug. “Hopeless ppervert,” he mumbled, though admittedly taking advantage of the portable toilet. 


~ 2 ~


-Ckrkhts- -Chrhltsh- Cleva followed the noise eagerly, the sloppy shifts of the manure wedging its way deeper, following the pace of it there, coalescing, nesting, up the colon. 
	“Ready to unwind at home with a big, fat, nasty dump, you haven't pushed me out yet,” Cleva teased as Hamley entered his apartment. 
	“Bet your dung stained brain has just been fantasizing about my next fudge drop, do you just get off to this, sludge swine?” 
	“Mfms, it is more than that, the smell, the feeling of your hot ass clay gliding down my throat, your sweaty meat squeezing around me, fsmmf, the only thing I regret in here is not being able to gawk at your hot hams.” 
	“Can't believe I am lugging around a stinking sack of sludge in my ass all day,” Hamley huffed with a chuckle, itching those pleasants spots she bugled out at his abs while he lowered himself onto the couch, groaning while let the pressure pent-up through the day ease out… 
	-Pppthfhflflths- Within she felt the bubbly putter of the brewed filth's movement, the gush of stained soggy air puttering past her as the crinkling trummed up to an orchestral humm and smear. "Aww babe yeash, don't hold anything ba-cckmgpghg,” the former cheerleader was cut off by the bale of sludge warping over her face. 
	The dung loaf spanned a soda can in width as it picked up girth, barging down Cleva's maw with her lips stretched to the point she felt every crack and fissure embedded in the grease slathered slab. Muck bent into her cheeks and swelled them to brush against the surrounding membrane, dung folding and sundering along the compacted fractures of dense clay packed together through Hamley's ass. 
	Cleva nursed it down with suckles, gulps and slurps, pursing her lip to haul in the fresh bundles of grime, oozing from the catacombs above. Her whole maw permeated by the tang of ground pepper marinade tossed into a bog, with an air of expired vignettes molding her taste buds to appreciate the depth of Hamley's butt fudge. Over the past few days she had felt her stomach swelling, containing all kilos worth of Hamley's waste, its increased girth pinning her in place down the colon; a fat dumpling of a plug, with a particularly chunky, creamy filling. Moans muted through the stuffed maw of moulding, steaming clay, and motions limited by the swollen midsection to pleasure driven jostles vibrating through the bowels. 
	“Mfms, aw mags, I wanna stmgsagm stay lihgk this forverea.” Cleva huffed with each breath, drinking in the intoxicating musk, and dunking down every load of pockmarked, chocolate crumble Hamley's fart-factory could muster. 
	“Hopeless sludge skank,” Hamley mumbled halpahazdly, his mind attention held by the action flick he'd put on, and less by the fattening toilet gorging herself on his rank mud. He barely registered if he was squeezing muck down her throat or not, merely delighting in the convenience he received being spared those bothersome trips to the bathroom.