Anal Vorefare: Ass Trenches


Written by Septia.


-Kkrktch- with a creak the door to the barracks flew open, casting a bright beam of sunlight in behind the cover of a tall, square postured silhouette. 
	“Attention,” Souffenasse called out. Her troops stood at the ready waiting for her entrance, clacking their heavy boot heels together and saluting the major. 
	“Ja, Fraulein Stouffenasse.” Rows of well-endowed, solid, bottom heavy solders greeted her, twisting around on the spot and leaning low forwards in a practised 75 degree posture, their bottoms jutting out through the uniforms lacking undergarments. -Chltlh- -Chhtl- The claps of particularly chubby cheeks sounding through the bunker. 
	-Cklch- Stouffenasse marked the time on a pocket watch. She nodded whilst striding forth between the rows of well oiled, elite butt cheeks, reaching out a hand to caress the line of bottoms as she went, noting the firmness under her fingertips as they glided across expanse after expanse of military might. 
	“Gut. Gut," she mumbled to herself, letting a smile play at her lips as she neared the end of the row. "You all grasp,” she said, her fingers sinking into a plump soldier's bottom, “zat ze majority of our forces are all fodder Conscripts, ja.” She sampled the word in her mouth and at the end of the row raised her palm high, and brought it down in a wide swat across two exposed bottoms -Tww-ttcchp- “But you, you, mine wunder assen, are mine pride und joy.” 
	“Ja, Fräuline, ze assen might of ze baroness.” 
	She shivered, to think her training regiment could produce something this… purely beautiful. 
	“You ah mine elite, mine hammer…” 
	“Und we deszcnd to crush ze enemy.” 
	The baroness's heart beat in unison with their chant. 
	“Gut, sher gut. Und now, mine dears, give me a zample of what whilst become of that lousy baroness's forces…” 
	On the command, the elites collectively strained their bowels, the rumble of contracting colons rippling in a drone through the barracks, and humming a sweet melody in the baroness's head… -Chhrrrllch- -Grurggllbls- -Shhthst- Then at once, they the churns blossomed… -PPPfhrhrbrbrlllth- -Bbrhwhrwllrprth- -BBFhrrwwrlrlth- Billowing stacks of condensed, soggy fumes howled from the massive cheeks surrounding her, the fumes tossing her hair to and fro in the whims of the fetid winds. The melange currents of steaming air coalesced into a cyclone of stinking smog surrounding the major at the brown eye of the storm. The clapping and fluttering of buttcheeks mimicked the beating of drums, and with er heart aflutter Stouffenasse soaked in the miasma. The putrid stench of congealed sweat, wasted initiates tainted with failure and a dash of nonsense, all melted by prime, high grade rectal furnaces… She breathed in. “Ja…” the confirmation low, drowned out in the swirling mass of steam. These were asses capable of far surpassing the limit of three measly goodies the ass ratio of common soldiers achieved, this, her previous elite, could each hold eight before their systems required a recharge. A treasure in warfare such as this, something the paltry English schwein of a major could never hope to achieve. The thought curled Stouffenasse's cheeks to a grin. 


~ 1 ~


“Attention,” Upperbottoms voice pealed outside her troop's lodging. The door remained shut. Her brow furrowed. 
	“Oi? Oi, think I dun know you poppets are in t'ere? Ya major'ss arase wants you all for a dr… Drill.” Upperbottom said as she reeled back her ass, and projected it into the door with a thorough smash, breaking the hinges off and sending the door tumbling, revealing several dozen soldiers fitting in their uniforms. 
	“Yes, Major, we still need some time bef-w-mpghgmgpsh.” The rogue soldier talking back to Upperbottom quickly found herself muffled with the whole bulk of the major's cheeks encapsulating her head. Thighs mushing together in a hold of plumpness that swallowed the private's shoulders away from the world and into the confines of Upperrbottom's posterior. 
	“Maybe ya didn't hear there, in that case maybe all you sod grunts can listen to my arse and bugger right up my fanny.” -Chhrslltpgh- -chrhslth- 
	“Mmfpghtmmpg-ppth-” 
	Upperbottoms's rear made quick work of the dissenter and clamped to the ground where no soldier stood. Upperbottom clutched her cheeks tightly and rose herself up, hauling the ton worth of ass flesh and ramming it into a few more of her troops standing by. 
	“Chop, up, you… go,” Upperbottom grunted a she ground the bundle of squirming troops to the wall, hearing them cry out as the mounds of thick rear engulfed them, swallowed by the fair mounds of their general which was creeping up their frames -Shhrrlslpghts-. 
	“And that goes for er the lot of ya, oven's cooking, hup,” she called out and swung her ass back towards the center of the room, cheeks vibrating as they convulsed and contracted to haul in the bouquet of butts cramming them into her clutches. “All you (knockers) remember the training, huh? In a line,” she called out, and the remaining troops begun to convene in a row leading towards the major's ass, which chugged down the girls with the efficiency of a drunk downing a bottle -Chhllcuh- -Cnchghhs- -Chchrlsltsh- The rumps mushed back and forth through her pucker, the one next in line seemingly enthused. 
	“Major, I am aving doubts?” 
	“Omaha,” Upperbottom grunted as her brim worbled and huffed out a -Pprhhrrlrlpsth- gale of smog through pursed rugose confines of flesh, the odours of wilting potential and old whey sending the line behind tumbling, soon they were bumping into one another, unable to hold formation as they stumbled and tumbled forth, the girl first in line heaved by the collecting clumsiness of her fellow troops to topple forward… 
	“Aaagmpghtw. Mopish,” with her face smushing right into another girl's ass, the force sending her halfway up the doomed gals butt and was enough to loosen up the cork of flesh clogging Upperbottom’s trenches. 
	“What was that?” She asked with a peek back. 
	“Morph mfmwprht.” 
	“You blokes's what I like to see, you blokes are getting a 'ang of this.” She bent further, her ass on full display as the troops began to march into it, pushing one another to cram each other down the gorges of ass cracks, engulfed into one another's sweat soaked embrace and warping the Major's hind with their forms, plugging up into her on after the next. -Chhtsptsh- -Cahhahwat- “MTMptghts, mmMPPMWThg.” 
	“PHA, jolly mmf, bloody knockers thats't the stuff. Asaahsa, fmmfsrrs, straight up by funnels to, f mfms, oh yeah thats the good fms, stuff,” She moaned furiously as their pucker was populated with scores of uncovered, uncertain but all the more clumsy troopers, sinking past the expanse of her ass and joining the muffled, gurgling stack down the reaches of her lower abdomen. 
	“Mfmfs fmwmpgh,” she huffed out, greasy squeaks sounding off of her hind’ with only a handful of girls left in the march, Upperbottom humming a tune as each one -Chshphptsh- smushed up her cheeks. 
	“MMM, this's gonna be a bloody banger if I ever knew one,” she huffed out, reaching back and slapping her ass until she found another pair of cheeks poking out of hers, pausing to kneading and fondle them thoroughly before -ssmwmptch- swatting them up her ass with a tumultuous -Cghgtkslptsg- gurgle. 
	Only one trooper was left in line. “Ah… Major? What is the purpose of this drill?” 
	“Hspph ho… fresh-faced strumpet, are ya?” Upperbottom asked and grasped the girls head, sweeping her up and down along her crack to soak beads of sweat onto her. "I got something itching up my ass, and all these, mfms, helpful troops are gonna get to the bottom of-.” 
	-Fpprprrhhhthltlgh- A gale of pungent smog cascade out into the soldier's face, soggy winds playing with the locks of her hair like the strings of a puppet as the tank erupted with fresh minced fanny fog. The putrid stench of her broiling pot of fresh-faced recruits decant from her canyon in a gaseous waterfall, -Fpprprwbbfflflflpth-. The galewind blew the recruit back onto her ass, barely getting her face out of the path of the smog before -Smmtph- a soggy uniform heft out of the buns and splattered into her face. 
	“MMF the bratnsfs phaa, cn'at even do laundry proper,” Upperbottom scorned with lust brimming from every cent of her tone, as her rear deposited a range of jackets soggy with consented fart fumes and bowel slime toppling onto the hapless trooper on the ground. 
	“Pho… aaha. Amfm proving to be a fair workout,” Upperbottom huffed -smsmpth- sitting back in the pile of clothes atop the gal and grinding out a few more creaking -Sppfllrrlrth- blasts of gaseous stench -Flrlrlslptsths- that funnelled through the folds and reaches of the crumpled up uniforms. The major sitting upon her throne of wasted forces, face warped in a goofy grin as she let her quaking bottom dispense the dense fog of peppery miasma into the (troop hold) turned sauna. 


”Major Upperbottom?” one of her troops knocked onto the door on the ground, covering her nose. 
	“Whuha? Was this about?” 
	"We are awaiting orders regarding the upcoming battle, major Upperbottom, mam.” 
	“Tas a worry fe tomorrow, we mgmgs,” -Ppfhrhrhtoh- another galewind sent the girl beneath the clothes squirming at the putrid stench, “gotta make a few mew recruits to bolster our forces by then.” 
	The private stood for a moment, coughing into her fist. “Mam, the battle is today.” 
	Upperbottom had reclined over the laundry throne, eyes closed and enjoying the briny vapours in the air. For a few moments, she processed this news. Then… her eyes smashed open wide — still with the same broad grin from before, but now in congruent with the dread seeping out of her twitching eyelids. She slowly rose, and surveyed the chamber: empty. She looked at her hand, curling in one finger for every barracks she had already visited that day, comparing with the ones she had left on her other hand… a three to one ratio. -Glglmbh- She swallowed back, clearing her throat and standing back at the private with a vacant glare. “Fudgesticks…” 


~ 2 ~


”These are really all we got left?” Upperbottom called out to her private, arriving early to the field set out for the conflict between her and Stouffenasse, to have some advantage. 
	“Fraid so, ma, rest you bolstered your behind with.” 
	Upperbottom reached out to show her private what for, but… realised she needed every girl she could get, reluctantly admitting: “That the case, huh,” under her breath. 
	She walked out over the field, surveying it, sensing how her boots sunk into the soft earth from a recent rainfall. It would take extra effort to go through all this for her side, Stouffenasse's gals could tread through anything, Upperbottom's strategy pertained mostly to that of sheer amount of mass… -Shhfft- her boot. Her boot sunk down, forming little puddles of collected water drained from the compressed earth. She raised her foot, and stared at the pit. Her mind was ticking away, and soon her face shone up with an idea. 
	“Private.” 
	“Yes, major Uperbottom?” 
	“Station yourselves by those trenches, we are gonna punt that proud baron's heiney yet.” 


~ 3 ~


Erika Stouffenasse sampled the petrichor scent of rainfall, the rhythmical stomp of her elites following close behind, with the more scattered steps of the conscripts at the rear. They walked over the hill to the battlement, the stage of today's conflict. She had brought a battalion, hundreds of soldiers, and two squads of her elites. 
	"Wah, if zit isn't frräuleine OppenArs-…” She had begun to speak as the crossed the zenith, seeing The major's silhouette, and, … a few handfuls of troopers. The surprise stop of their general, had Stouffenasse's forces abruptly halt. -Splsth- 
	-Wmmrpghgsgmsph- A few of the conscripts tripping into the folds ahead, but shortly muted. 
	“Garse ind himmel,” the baroness mumbled, “you take me for a joke? UpperBottom?”
	The redhead major took a confident step forwards, her girls spreading out behind her, perhaps a fifth of what Stouffenasse contributed, perhaps… 
	“Oi, you chuffed toss pot, all I need to swat yer knickers's these birds of mine.” Pride gave way for confusion, which melted into a broad grin. “Hä? Zid I hear you correright? Fancy vords from a filthy swein, to zhink she could stand in the path of mine grosse, Wonderbra arschen.” 
	A tension veiled as silent slivered over the battlefield. 
	“Come at me ya ponce.” 
	Stouffenasse raised her fist. “Swein, march.” 
	At her call, her elites parted for the first wave of soldiers to pour out around them, a sea of fair, plush meat bobbing and bouncing in thrush towards the enemy lines. This first wave alone outnumbered Upperbottom's forces, coming from downhill; a waterfall of ass to vacuum up the scraps of a force presented before them. 
	Stouffenasse paced forwards, taking in the view as Upperbottom formed a classic defensive wall of stacked rears. 
	“If ze British sow wishes zo be dominated, I shall grant zat vish.”, she mused and clapped her whip in her  open palm. 
	The wave closed into a dozen meters way from Upperbottom, the practically naked conscripts barging forth. -Chhtslth- with a compression of earth the furrow vanished. 
	“Ah, hä?” Stouffenasse exclaimed, peering through the lines. 
	-Chhtllsh- -cHWHtltsh- the squelching drone of filling spreading cheeks and engorging bowels rumbled over the battlefield. A conscript saw her squad mates vanish from view, and in her next step. -Chchlltsh- The ground parted under her food, and crumbs of dirt falling off a breaching pair of auburn domes of ass meat, between which her foot sunk through before she could blink -Chrllrspths- -chhctsh- another conscript slammed into her from behind, dragging on her for balance, the resulting was the two of them getting snagged in the clutches of a rear, blocking up the traffic of soldiers as the hidden forces's eager bottoms chugged them down in a drone of humid convulsion -Chhrlrlghs- -Chhgglltshc-. Rumbling through the battlefield. 
	Stouffenasse stared as the buried butts devoured her initial force, lines of girls sinking into gaping and clasping rears; one at a time, two, three, four? Gravity contributing to how many of her soldiers could be jammed into a single bottom. The advanced slowed, and the troops that made it through the initial hurdle sunk into further asses in the minefield laid out before them. 
	“Yeah gals,” Upperbottom shouted, “gut those poncers right up ya buttends, shows right what miss 'fat ass snooty pants a's worth.” She called and advanced with her wall, the lone conscript that snuck past the trenched minefield she presented her own ass for, -Sppspglths- plugging the crying soldier's ass right up her crack and grunting as she wedged her rear to and fro, sitting back and taking her time with cramming the girl up her tush. 
	Stouffensasse bit her lip. “I zought zis was vas turning out zo be a repeat of ze coastline brawl.” 
	“Frau lard arse, fmfmr,” Major Upperbottom grunted as she -Chhrlsth- squelched up the trooper into her plump clutches, “think I'm not gonna make ya work for it? Hang on a jiffy, think I didn't try back then either, bloody wanker you are.” 
	Stouffenasse smacked her lips and punched forth a gesture of command. “Zwei.” She commanded, and the second flood of soldiers waged forth. “Leap ova the trench,” she instructed, and the soldiers spent no time on the field of their fellow fighters gradually sinking British bottoms — the sapling's growth rendered in reverse. -Chhtsltsh- c-chthstl- but as they leapt over, to the patch of clear ground, in the next moment they were sinking again. 
	“Sheize…” Stouffenasse grumbled, seeing the next trench shielded from view by the sloped angle and a thin layer of dirt, through which her troops were steadily -Chhtlsh- chugged into. 
	“Yer not the only lass who can double up,” Upperbottom teased. 
	“Drei, für, funf,” she scattered commands, and advanced forward with her own troops, as the first trench begun to brew with the collective gurgle and melting of Stouffenasses's troops, and the rumble and growl of clogged hinds stirred up into an eruption. -Ppghhrbrbrrt- -Ffrrwelllrth- -Bbrrllgptututh- mushroom clouds of gas rose in tall droves from the dug in troops, the fervent clapping of buttocks rustled by the flow of flatulence drummed up a storm of war, and amidst the moans and groans in that the rising gaseous bastion of smog, Stouffenasses's forces pushed through. 


Stouffenasse fumed, similarly to her surrounding troops, though less literally — as she ventured through the fog bank of conflict. She saw the trenches stuffed in with foul English trash gurgling up her pitiful solders. 
	“Fraulein Stouffemmfp.” one girl called out before she was smothered by a two pair so of cheeks, smothering her half engulfed body into an awaiting rectal maw. 
	The baroness paid them no heed, for everywhere she turned there was failure. As much as five of her conscripts sinking together into a single rear — a bouquet of woman power packed into a pucker. The brims of those girls were warping wide and their checkered cheeks struggled to guzzle them down, -Shhrlrlspth- but they did achieve it. -Ppfrlrllwpth- -pPFllrrhrht- clouds of vapour polluted the air, foul air of of dried jerky smothered in tar, it was the scent of wasted potential. Stouffenasse's hairbun flung to and fro from simultaneous streams of rectal gusts. 
	“Dumbkoffs, dumbkoofs,” she huffed out furiously. All was not doomed, she did see several of her elites joining the ranks, approaching from the sides in the trenches and -Smsllltptshwp- slamming their asses over the stuffed English swines, to bring down the might of their forces as the firm hammer (stouffenasse's). Even her lesser conscripts were showing potential, wrestling Uperbottom's forces and disrupting the clogged gouges of girls with their tumbling fighting, cramming girls between their cheeks and or knocking out others with point-blank -Ppflrlrlrprwlpth- fluttering butt detonations of ham loaded stink. 
	Sure, she was using her army as water to drown the enemy asses, though Upperbottom's troops couldn't hold their breaths forever, she was gaining on her, the first rows of the trench encampment had been encompassed into her own troop's behinds, loaded with fertile fumes to blast the major down. Still, it irked Stoufenasse that Upperbottom had surmounted the usual limit of three for every one of her common troops. An insult to her training regiment. Also, it bothered her, that even through the smog and causitc fumes of spent soldiers, … this close she could see... 
	“All ya bloody wankers, show em what yer right good for, Queen's ham-sandwich formation,” Upperbottom declared. 
	“Sanvic…?” The baroness paused, and then realised, she had waded her army into the middle, wading towards a crummy, but still effective fannies, and now, on each side, hidden British troops strode forth, asses ahead, trapping Stouffenasse's forces in a pincer, swiping up stray conscripts like maw mowers gulping grass, -t and herding the rest in towards the center, towards the trenches. -Chrtlspth- -Chtosths- She heard the frequency of horrified cries and yelps increase as her soldiers funnelled into the buttocks fields, sinking, -Chghrllsgh- churning and unleashed. 
	“Aaah, right bloody nasty ya birds are, you ought ta see yer face, baroness lard lump.” 
	Stouffenasse gripped her whip tight to her chest circulating hot huffs of frustration. Then, with one long sigh, she let her whip fall to the ground. 


~ 4 ~


”Hah, we roight up messed ya prude ponce up, huh?” a soldier gloated in front of the baroness, as her elites were herded, surrounded by the brits. 
	“You know I got a whole mfs, bunch of yea troops in here, think they wanna say bye-bye to thier failure of a commander?” the girl asked and turned around, and jutted up her engorged hind, the cheeks drumming up a storm as a torrent of noxious fumes -Gfrrlwrllrprth- flooded out right into Stouffenasse's face, fluttering her lips in the gales and knocking the last bit off her hair bun, her black due drooping over her back. 
	“Wh-what the blimey do you nitwit think yer doing,” Upperbottom yelled — it was a command, it wasn't an order, it was anger. The trooper was grasped and hauled out of Stouffenasse's sight. 
	“B-but majo- g.tmphmgpmsgh.” The trooper got her face closely acquainted with the major's cheeks, a flurry of -Pdpfprrrht- chroroshts- flooding over them. 
	“A don't think a toss pot of a rubbish gal like yourself get ta lay a finger on the baroness. That's,” -Ptptptht, “isn't,” -fbrbthht- “how we do.” -Wpptptshtsstss- The Major set her soldier straight with plumes of curling, tart soaking through her fluttering locks and drooping in condensed drops down her skin. Stouffenasse brushed some stains off of her shoulder. Regaining a modicum of her honor even in defeat. “Danke, Elizabeth.” 
	Upperbottom peeked up at this, then looked back to the disobedient trooper she now repurposed as a chair. 
	“Ya got that ‘ta lesson clear now?” 
	“Mmfpsgh rmsyesh yesh Major mffmfam.” 
	“Bully, let tha be a lesson to the rest of ya-,” mfmpths- though Upperbottom wasn't quick enough to move off of her, and her hind was clutching her soldier's shoulders now. She shrugged. “Aaah fine I'll make h'er an example then,” she said and let her cheeks glide down the rest of the squirming girl, till she -Bbtosh- smacked into the ground and swatted her abdomen for good measure. 
	“You all should know if ya spots got enough brains, but see ya got arses for brains I'm gonna take it froms tha top, ya don't interfere with the generals, only their own troop can touch them.” 
	Stouffenasse let out a soft sigh. 
	“So, we can'n't pile on her, but… ya know who ca?” 
	Stouffenasses's smile confidence faded. 
	All around her Upperbottom's forces closed in, pushing around the baroness's elites and caging her in the middle, then only bouncing closer, squeezing into the elites to smush up into the general. She felt those plump, plush rears she'd trained so well sandwich into her cheeks, smothering her sides and jamming up around every crevice of free space she had, all getting encapsulated in a wall of misty humidity as her troops converged, burying her in a jumbled hull of limbs and bountiful cheeks, her own troops fidgeting and trying to wedge away form assing any of their own troops, which only made the grasp of her well trained and elite flesh envelope Stouffenasse all the more humiliating. Soon, all she had to face out to the world was her face, the rest submerged in a tangle of German meat. 
	“Well well,” Upperbottom smirked, flicking up her cock from under her short skirt, grasping it with fingers gradually curling around the mast, and giving the throbbing hunk a few soft tugs, “wots all this then?” 
	Stouffenasse chewed on her lip grumbling a the sight of being trapped, submerged and smothered from all ends a few cents away from cock height of her rival. Further adding to the humiliation, was that she couldn't holster her own erection from blossoming under the blanket of her elites. And feeling it grind and slither through those perfect hinds was blossoming a fluster across her face. 


-Twwtph- -Thwpth- -Wthhpt- the smacks of British wiener across German pride echoed on the battlefield, surrounded by the giggling murmurs of Upperbottom's troops watching their general flaunt her shaft right in the pompous baroness's face. 
	“Phaa, fat load o good all this training got you. mighty fine pile they all made,” she taunted and ground her cock into Stouffenasse's face, leaving a trail of cloudy pre over the grunting, squirming face. “Ah be a good prot now, fns aw I'm gunan miss the target if you keep squirming, ey, te's alright If s's ok if I cram one uv ya rubbish gals up this perky ass up here,” Upperbottom teased and cupped the elite rear situated right above the baroness, “so I can huff the brat's farts and splodge over ya face?” 
	“Dine geil standoff. fmpgh,” Stouffenasse's denial was smothered as she got a mouthful of Upperbottom's dick. 
	“Eh put a cock in it,” she snorted with glee and gestured for her girls to haul up a conscript, The major shifting out of the way just enough that she could cram her musky bush in her rivals face as the flailing gal was hoisted up and -shfhfstlh- smushed up into the rear above, Stouffenasse getting a close-up of her soldier -chhrlsltsh- draining up the ass above, till there was just a pair of buns being chewed and clamped over by the elites' bottom -Chhtsh- Shphchts- the undulating mass of meat leaking colon drool down her face. 
	“Awwh that is gonan be the stuff,” Upperbottom huffed and crammed her face into the soldier's bottom, wedging, sniffing and shoving the pair of precious cheeks into the embrace off the chubby hams -Chhcllstpsh- “Oh yeah mulch up that wanker with ya hot fanny,” Upperbototm huffed and revelled in the clasp of the elite's rump. Humping her crotch against Stouffenasse's face, grinding and smearing her sweaty meat all over her face as she massaged and delighted in the ass before her. 
	Stouffenasse was reduced to a brick in the wall of meat the major was humping as she shook and kneading the ass to melt down the soldier. 
	“Mmpfprtthh. Fmprhth mmworohg-…” 
	-Hchhrpsth- the struggling grunting’s petered out. 
	“Oh yeah, gimme that stank,” she groaned out, tending to her throbbing erection as the rump rustled with internal pressure. 
	“Enshuldigung, Fräuline Stouffenasse.” Came a voice from the pile. -Ghturglsh.- -bRrrrlsughs- The gurgling and brewing rushed through the rear, culminating in a bout of raw, pungent -Bbrhrhwrowrprplllfth- plumage of smog buffering through the elite's cheeks, the winds pouring out the crippling pucker, soaking into Upperbottom's face, flinging her ginger locks to and fro as loose twigs in a storm, the rippling cheek contained in the woman’s eager gropes as she basked in the fresh waste of the baroness's troops. 
	“Aaah thagmsm that is wicked nasty itmmfmf is.” she moaned out, beating her cock cents away form Stouffenasse's face, who could see when the shaft begun to stretch and jerk under the liquids surging within. 
	-Sppfpllftsh- The cock phlegm logged from Upperbottom's cock in gratuitous globules of white spunk, jamming up the Baroness's face and cheeks with droves of congealing cock wax. Upperbottom moaning and delighting in the reeking effervescence, pumping her shaft to hose her rival in every last thick globule of lust caked onto her face. 
	Soon other troopers joined in the humiliation, crows of heinies bunching up near her face or squashed up against the barricade of elites to funnel forth -BBrrwlwfllfpth- Bdbekprth- steamy bouts of smog to bake her flesh tainted and hot, soggy bowel fog… 
	“Memphis aawh hfosms,” Upperbottom groaned in pleasure, as the stream of spunk slowed she pushed her shaft closer and closer in, pushing and carving a path in the droves of congealed cream. “hopshoso, gotta let me know,” Upperbottom huffed, fanning some smog out of her face as her girls pumped -SPPgpppghth- ripping gale winds of greasy stank into the contained bundles of meat, “this what they call a dutch oven?” 
“Ov all ze filthy perverts,” but the baroness was cut off by the major squeezing her ass into her face, wiping and piling the doughy spunk between them and unleashing gusts of -Spppfhfhrht- pungent mulch breath over her. 
	“Gotta admits, Mmmfds, this 'ere blimey hits the spot, tha's thwart happens when you tumble in arse over tit into the trap of a right superior tactical mind,” the major gloated openly, continuing to ride and grind into her rival’s face, even after her own troops were taking a step back from the polluted pile of German elites. 


”So then, feel right up buggered and done for, admitting yer arses ain't got a chance against these birds and their hams” Upperbottom gestured to the paltry numbers of troops she had left, still far too much for Stouffenasse to oppose now, tainted in the enemy's reek and drooping of their liquid lust. Then there came a pause, in wait for the answer. 
	“You may have bested mine chaff troops, dumbkoff, now today I lost, but, if you zink mine wunder assen wuld have any trouble sucking dien whole measly battalion in a fair und right battle, pah, zhen you are more foolish than the swint sticking their snout down the meat grinder.” 
	A smirk and chuckle caressed Upperbottom's lips. “Gotta lot 'o spunk left in that mouth 'o yours,” as she spoke she leaned down and clutched Stouffenasse's chin, “Wonder if ya fanny's got as much room left in it, fer a particularly, 'exclusive' grub?” 
	Stouffenasse's eyes opened wide. 
	“You… nein…” she mumbled, 
	“Oh you bet your tush on it ya proud ponce of a lard ass, Girls, stuff this pig like the sow here lower she is.” 
	Soon enough the compressing band of Upperbottom's troops were around the pile again, moulding and kneading it into shape with their rears, pushing harder and harder from each direction to compact it together, forcing out the little space there was, and concentrating their efforts based on Upperbottom's orders, until they heard a -Sppltsh- sound of a wet cork plugged into a bottleneck. 
	“Mmfghht, Stouffenasse grunted, her eyes rolling up for a moment at the sensation of one of her own elite's rears being crammed past the reaches of her ass. The hind was really perfect, so filling and thick past her haunches, stretching her wider than ever before. 
	“En-enchuldigung,” Stouffenasse managed to mouth, before growling in pleasure, humping into the surrounding clasp of her elite soldier's meat as the pressure begun to siphon them towards her ass. While the Elite's were mighty and well trained, the general's ass was tighter than all, and it was gluttonous enough to gorge itself on them all. 
	“Whoo thas right wicked stuffed syou are gonna be in just a jiffy, with your mega fanny,” Upperbottom called out. 
	Stouffenasse mumbled curses under her breath, all the words, all the discipline and training she had poured into these elite troops, all the others she had neglected, just to feel them crowd towards her ass, bending her cheeks out of the way, far enough to funnel in through the cleaved path and engorging her insides with prime ass… She gritted her teeth together, huffing in air with sweat pouring down her forehead. It was awful to feel the time she poured into them go waste, but… her cock was roaring and scrambling through every tight crevice it could fit through as their elites were jammed and packed up her ass. 
	“Mmpffpm tmpgmghs fraufäfgmms…” she heard their grunts and pleas muffled out as her cheeks engorged and engulfed them, her breath turning into a frantic wheeze. Upperbottom watched in a smirking joy, she knew how Stouffenasse felt, that despite how much it tore at her heart to see her elites go, she couldn't resit the massive boner it was giving her to jam every single one of them up her buttocks. 
	“mmff rw fmprhhg. Fmwhth mggaaawwnf,” Stouffenasse cried out, her cheeks cleaved around numerous rears crammed in at once, slowly winking in with sluggish -shthtph- drags and gulps of her ass, she was left on the ground, clawing at the dirt and humping forwards to force them in deeper, the general's rear bloating and devouring the girls bottoms’ one by one, Upperbottom's troops no longer needed, and all of them watching and enjoying the sight of the general finishing off her own side… 
	-Sslrlrth- the last slurp of her ass sent the plump buns packing down her bowls, a small trench dug out into the ground underneath her by her cock grinding through it. Stouffenasse's expression scrunched together, then warped into pleasure, she turned her face to the heavens and howled. 
	“Dines, geil sweinkooffssfmaaammaa.” -PPPfbrlrlrlpwwwfffflflflffth- a flooding wave of roaring, noxious miasma roared out of her rear, toppling several troopers behind her as the clouds of dense, hot smog flushed from the rattling maracas of her chunky bottom. -Smsfpslths- And from the other her cock, buried in the ground, disgorged its load, pumping a bulge of spunk into the ground ahead of her that tore with cracks of white along the surface, leaking out drooling globules of the general's cream and coughing up sculptures of congealed jelly. The ground where her cock was buried in rustled and shook with the throbs of her member, and her rear fluttered as the wings of a dragonfly -Flrllwrhrhthfb- as she unleashed the torrent of stinking, putrid peppery gale of all her brawny soldiers. The stench saturating the air was one of polished uniforms, Nazareth beef, a stench so putrid, yet adored every breath she could manage to gasp in, beads trickling down her chin, falling atop the mound of spunk filled earth, one tear for every deciliter of sprawling pleasure she funnelled into the earth. 


~ 5 ~


“T-today goes, t-to you, Upper Ar-… mfm.” Stouffenasse huffed, her legs shaking, thighs still spread wide from taking in that gargantuan batch, she stood alone on the opposite of Upperbottom's meager, but capable forces, “Today goes to you, Upperbottom.” 
	“Aww, thanks babe, my pleasure sweeping up ya whole force off their collective arses, bring a few more next time, huh?” 
	Stouffenasse mumbled a curse. “Yja… Ja…” She took a breath, stood tall and bowed. “Auf vidersen,” She grunted, then turned.
	“Off ya pop.” 
	She huffed and turned, each step a challenge at first, wading through the soft dirt, a trail in a dotted white line marking her path, from the dangling, spent shaft still leaking between her legs, her cheeks so parted you could still see the pucker winking in between. 
	“Whooo, we did it.” Upperbottom’s forces erupted in cheers, and the major herself gave them a little applause. 
	A right job ya did me bird~. So, this calls for a celebratory combat drill, don't it?” 
	The cheers somewhat subsided at this. Then Upperbottom burst into laughter, and the rest followed along, somewhat awkwardly. 
	“ye right,” Upperbottom snickered and turned to head back, jutting out her rear to realest a puff of -Sppfrhrhrht- malodorous vapours, “that can wait till we're back home.”