Tight Gap Weekend


Written by Septia.


Sam knocked on the door, a few too many times due to a spasm jolting through his arm… it felt silly to be nervous. After all, he was just visiting some friends. Even if, those friends were-. 
	“Sam,” Miranda called out as she flung open the door. Her thin shirt still flapped from her rush to answer his knock, slacking over her shoulders in grease laced folds. 
	“Hey Miranda, hope I am not too late.”
	“Of course not,” Miranda said, raising her arms in a cheer. This uncovered the warbled patches of dampness present under her armpits. “Bri's got all the snacks and entertainment we need for the whole long-weekend,” she exclaimed. The woman stepped back,snorting as she brushed her whole forearm under her nose. In the same motion she wiped back her fern hued hair; at one point the colouring had been vibrant lime, though after staying unkempt it had its's colours had been muddled and her roots growing back brown, completing the look of an abandoned lawn. 
	“Bri, Sam has just arrived.” 
	“Let the sly bitch in then.” Came an echo from the kitchen. 
	Miranda snickered, sauntering back and gesturing to the apartment. “Make yourself comfortable, handsome.” 
	As Sam passed the threshold he crashed into a tropical hemisphere, humid with the grease from delivered fast food and the lingering brine of sweat and musk. It was comparable to entering a kitchen where the frier had been exuding bubbling oil overnight. -Sscwht- He felt a brush of fabric as he took another step, peering down to see his foot tangled in a bundle of laundry. A cursor glances showed several similar stacks speckled the room, several of which had been kicked into corners to give the illusion of cleanliness.
	“Hey Miranda, ya remembere to strap on pants yet?” Came from the kitchen again. 
	Sam's eyes darted away from the mess and honed in on a new target; Miranda had, in fact, not remembered this. 
	“Oh slag,” Miranda cursed and spanked her palms into her rear, the plush padding rippling under the reflex as a sea of blubber, “I'll be r-right back cutie.” She excused herself off to her room. 
	“Can you believe that girl? Don't think she could get more scatterbrained if ah pulled a shotgun on her,” Bri jested on her way out from the kitchen, her attire consisting primarily of an apron hugging around her generous bosom. “Great to see ya,” she said and went straight in wrapping her arm around Sam’s shoulders, tugging him in to her side. 
	The grasp was, quite firm. -Schhqqqwllsh- Sam's shoulders compressed and winched his neck, his malleable body folding ruffled in the gal-pal's clutch, her fingers digging deep around his shoulders, moulding a cast of her digits as she compressed him to half his width. 
	“Phaa, g-good to see you too,” he managed to wheeze out. 
	“Heh, smooth as ever.” 
	“Guys, you behaveing out ther-. Oh gosh.” Miranda hopped as she left the bedroom, strapped in to a pair of shorts with… unfortunate ruptures, especially around the… canyon area. 
	“Pha, gurl there's no fire,” Bri said and unleashed Sam, grasping both his shoulder and -Twwnwngs- with a tension of rubberised dough, stretched him back out, as if unfolding an accordion. She let go of his doughy form -Shmmfccth- which tucked together, though grooves from her fingers still present on his lower arms. 
	“See, our Sam can handle,” she laid her hand over his back, “a lot more than that.” 
	“Oh yeah,” Miranda said with a smile.
	“Y-yeah,” Sam tentatively agreed. 
	“Wanna skip off to the cough, we got snacks, shows-.” 
	“And snuggles in droves,” Miranda interjected with a tone that would have been sultry, were it an octave lower. 
	“Yeah, tons of that,” Bri agreed. 
	Sam peeked from one girl to the other. Who was he to turn them down? Though the more the longer he spent by Bri's sweaty side, the more he questioned if the humidity wasn't coming from the apartment itself… 


~ 1 ~


Miranda's couch felt sparse when sitting next to Miranda's generous figure. The center was imprinted with a broad butt groove, weighing down on the padding. Each time Sam scooched away from the groove he slid back down to -Bwwmp- Bump hup against the girl's bloated behind. This left him stuck, pressing up against her side. Miranda’s body radiatied a heat colored by her saltine bodyodour, a faint tang of curing sausages, and lust. 
	“Getting comfy down there, Cuie?” Miranda wondered as she fiddled with the controls. 
	“Y-yeah.” 
	“Knew it,” she hummed to herself. 
	“Have we got some hungry ass bitches in here?” Bri called out and deposited a tray of paper bags and loaded plates on the sofa table. From the same bent pose she wiggled her ass up against Sam's face, only lingerie separating her bare booty from his face. -Bbwrrfffpprth- A gale of petrichor licorice rippled out from her point blank cheeks.
	“Phooa aw yeah, just needed to unleash,” she excused herself whilst her rear jostled from the belch of guttural fumes venting through her brim. The gas plumed out in a cloud of raw liquid musk and stewed gym socks. Sam had barely a chance to comment before Bri lept back, ass first plummeting into the far right of the cough, and sliding up straight to his side. -Dddmwmpth- -Smsmpstwhth- Sam's body sandwiched between Bri and Miranda, enough to pin his arms flattened to his side, his right knee mashed down by Bri's overlapping thigh. 
	“Aaah that is better,” Bri huffed and gyrated her rear back into the couch, sliding it further in over Sam -Crrrhffmmfwth-. Her rear grinding down against his, moulding out a groove in his ass her hind could latch into and lock him into place. 
	“Aaah, isn't this cozy?” Miranda asked and wiggled her tush, Sam feeling the lump bottom fold -Fmmwfsh- into his ass, compressing his form further between the two. 
	“Sure is, ain't that right, Sam?” Bri wondered as she reached for the remote, with a deliberate motion to plant her armpit over his face. 
	At once Sam's nostrils were assaulted by the looming swamp gas wafting from the grease cluttered hair jungle. As she stretched for the controller, he felt the pit -Swwbbwtth- brush over his face, wiping off dollops of sweat dew in strokes rubbed across his cheeks, at the same time he was -Chrrrng- crammed between their bodies, absorbing body hear and -Chrrlslth- glued against patches of damp fabric of sweat laced skin. The musky experience sent quivers in disgust to torment down his spine. 
	“Oooh, Bri, I feel him shuddering in excitement.” 
	“You betcha, Miranda. It is ok, Sam, we both know you…,” she moistened her lips with a sly sweep of her tongue, “love this.” 
	Sam shuddered and wedged his face free from her armpit. “But I'd-.” 
	His pleads becoming drowned out as the theme for Cartoon Show Incident blared out of the Tv. 
	“Whoops, I screwed over the sound levels.” 
	Whilst Bri lowered the volume, Miranda snuggled up to Sam's side, the top of his head just reaching past her shouldres. “It is alright you know how forward Bri likes to be, she told me everything. Don't worry, I don't mind at all, in fact I think it is kinda… sexy to squeeze and mold a cutie like you down with my bod-HOuruaaaalp.” Miranda's sentence was punctuated by a belch which hurled up a miasma of fried gruel and wilted cabbage around Sam's face. The odour lingered even as Bri leaned back and -Swuaushha- Jammed her shoulder in against Sam's face, moulding the side of his cheek into a doughy crater around her shoudlerblade to mute his response. 
	“That's the call of the sexy whale, time to dig in.” Bri hoisted up the tray between on top of her and Miranda's thighs, another blockage over Sam as the girls dug through the Pomara-Plomb bags. 
	“Oooh, Are these, soft nachos?” Miranda asked as she hoisted up a carton filled with triangle cut soft tortillas, dressed with heapings of toppings and dips. 
	“Yeah babe, I call them, Squish-os,” at the last word she -Dmfmmwfsgh- scooched up against Miranda, her rear mashing and moulding into Sam's body, which grew warmer the more he was exposed to the reeking bodies, bending to the touch of their skin, like clay. 
	Miranda chuckled. “Or maybe Smoosh-os.” -Squqsllgsh- She responded in kind, squashing up to Bri and mangling her side into Sam. As she reached for more snacks, her breasts spilled out under her arm to -Smmspsh- billow over Sam's face, squeezing him back into the cushions. 
	“Ply-os.” Bri responded snickering as she ground her side against Sam, reaching down folding her legs around his and -Shwhoqushs- grinding them together, working them down like marshmallows up towards the cough, cutting off his escape. 
	“Mould-os~.” Miranda cheered and rose herself up to -Fmmpwpwth- fold her armpit over Sam's head to wrap her arm around Bri, enclosing Sam in a depth of raw dampness reeking as if distilled from a sewer. 
	His world grew black as she -Shsptpptsh- -Cghrslslgsh- squeezed and moulded her pit down on his head, plying it to a flattened clump through which he could only huff and grunt. 
	“Fold-os,” Bri continued, hauling up her feet into the cough, the plump legs scooping up Sam's form and moulding his rolled up leg tangles in between them. 
	“Ooo, I like that one,” Miranda admitted, and then idly dug her hand in under a mass of the fold-os, cupping a handful and hoisting it to her maw -Chspths- -Sspthst- droplets of green and pearly sauce chunks trickled down over Sam's body and her own thighs, as she stuffed the fistful of floppy tortillas into her maw. -Hahrmpgs- -Mgmpgaghm- She munched and crunched so veins of gravy and condiments trickled down her face. 
	Bri leaned back in, with her head against Miranda's shoulder, “Hey babe, it is stinking hot in here, how about we, get comfy…” 
	“O-ooh, how'd you feel about some, extra comfiness, cutie?” she asked Sam and hoisted up her shirt over her head. Bri taking the opportunity to thread Sam's clothes off os his compiled body, pulling off his short to and packed the piles of tangle legs back into the confines of their bodies, stripping off the apron under which she wore only those black lingerie panties. 
	-Shwwwbss- Miranda's was more top-heavy, her lovehandles slipping free and -Sbgbthw- piling onto Sam, crevices leaking of sweat and condensed odour. 
	“Huah? Bri,” Miranda quivered, “you aren't wearing underwear?” 
	“Why bother? I wanna show of this sexy bed for this handsome bitch and my gf.” she held on that last word, turning to bunch up her tits -Smtpsths- over Sam's face.
	The boy moulded down to half his size, contained in the clamping hold of girl flab in the and the backing of the cough. 
	“Bri come on,” Miranda flushed up with a snicker, licking her hand clean of sauce and dipping some more fold-os into guac, -Sppsths- only to plunge her fingers in the dip and stuff her digits past her lisp -Srhrputs- “You aren't my, girlfriend.” 
	“You sang a different tune when ah played ya last night,” Bri teased so Sam and Miranda both quivered. Then she brushed off some spilt sauce over om Miranda's cheeks, and daubed it over her lips. “Whoops, I got all messy, I could use a second pair of lips.” 
	To this Miranda slurped over her brim, and turned in the couch, squashing Sam into her side, which Bri wedged out as she wrapped her arm along Miranda's body, bringing him in to rest against their pudgy torsos as she fell into each other's embrace. 
	-Shhppsthsht- Sam's world was a mangle of flickering darkness, dried grease mixing with new spicy sauces in stewed in sweat that plastered into his form as the girls cuddled, grinding their guts in against him and kneading him to clay under their bulk. 
	“Mfmpf wmfpwhg.” 
	“Shhsmrmsp smpgsths.” 
	He heard the girls at each others lips above, kissing so that splotches of saliva and sauce erupted form their consumation, and funneled down the gourges of their bobbing cleavege canyons and -Shrpsht- trickling over his frame. His world a sensory overload of grinding chub and mashing meat, that -Ahhrwprpawuhshs- -Chhrwasuh- Sculpted him together into a blog of putty at the girl's mercy. The grind of flesh a wash of sticky grime -Shhwwrrct. Sweat glued into his form and creaking off -Chrlrlsth- like dull tape in the gaps of the snuggles. He felt Bri's proactive snugs, her slimmer upper body shifitng to fold any chunk of him that snuck too close to open air. Whilst Miranda was adaptive, her belly bulk moulding in the bowl around him, kneading back from Bri's motions, gentle in the rolls of her blubber. Her palm came down to brush along him when clumps of him that was kneaded forth; the gesture of a sultry teasing, though in practice it only tucked him back into the mangling pummeling of lesbian pudge. 
	“Mwm amp, mawa, phaaa. He feels so much smaller, now. I've never seen Sam squeezed this tiny, are you sure he's into this?” 
	“Don't you mfm, feel how much he is squirming in there, the horny bitch is ecstatic,” Bri responded. 
	Miranda cooed and felt the bumpling smoshes and trashing of the amorphous bundle between them, sighing warmly as she squeezed herself taut to Bri -Swshhpapthh- “Oh yeah you do, mfms, and I apologized so much that time I acidentally sat on you,” she snickered and clutched her breasts to work them in and sculpt crates in Sam from her booobage, “and you were having the time of your life~. I'll happily sit on you again, if you mm, keep being usch a good boy.” 
	“I'd sit on you for days, bitch,” Bri grinned huffing in satisfaction through the defiant struggles of the congealed clump of arm candy clutched between them.


The girls broke the kiss, panting in each others' faces. Their embrace exhuming the musk of being marinaded in your own sweat for days on end. Soon Miranda pulled back. -Chrllslsptths- A crinkling of batter against polished leather rustled through, as her body withdrew from the beige clump of Sam, peeling off in a vague cast of her lower bosom and gut. Sam was compressed only broad enough to match a couch cushion, but sinous and chunky. 
	“Wow sam, some people say they melt when they're excited, but you really do~. Doesn't he feel good on the body too?” 
	“Mmfwrff," Bri huffed and nodded, cupping brushing her palms from her tubby gut up to sweep over Sam and cup her chest. “Oh yeah can still feel em vibrating in there, and so warm.” 
	After taking in the sight of Bri moulding over Sam and forming grooves through his springy self with her digits, Miranda beamed. “Oooh, I know,” she said and reeled back, then pounced forwards, her sluggish motions knocking Bri back in the cough as her body -Shghghwthts- smeared up along her, brushing a broad stroke of sweat and food scraps over the two of them. “Mfms, babe?” Bri questioned. 
	Miranda snickered and -Sbbwsn- bobbed her breasts down onto her, squeezing back then steamrolling her bosom forwards, scooping up Sam the trudge of her bulk to scrape up, and -Smwpth- -Shchatsn- smear down over Bri's chest. When most of him was piled on Miranda pressed her breasts flat into Bri's, meeting her for a kiss whilst kneading their pancaked bosoms together. -Shhch-Rhsths- Bri bulldozed her bosom onto Sam that squeezed back into Miranda’s generous bulk. Sam was ground and infused with the sodium rich stench of their bodies, bathing in musk in the few moments he wasn't plastered flattened under the ballast of the couple's milk-jugs. 
	-Shfrlrlstsh- She pulled herself off of Bri and snickered, watching her nipples forming faint divots in the Sam clay Sheet. “You really aught to consider we have guest sand dress appropriately, right Bri~?” Miranda teased as Bri watched the Sheet of beighe dough muddled over her chest clasping around her cleavage, fastened by latent pressure and the suction of compressed sweat. “Mmf, If this is what to get to wear, who needs to be naked,” Bri said with her fingers trialing around the edge of the human dough, scolding the brim in the straightened out as she sat up, cuping her bosom and sculpting Sam in his new form, rolled as a taught bra. 
	-Bbwabgng- Sam felt Bri's chest slosh all over hi m as hse sat up, his body plastered to holster the weight of her cleavage. His whole body was tepid, as locked in the state of a fever whilst bathing in the meaty whey perfume oozing from their pores. 
	“Mm, did you know, he's absorbent as heck.” 
	“Oh?” 
	“Really drinks in all that moisture,” Bri snickered as she sauntered up on all fours, her turn to bend Miranda under her, rising tall with the doughy pale bra contrasting her auburn skin. “Like this,” she cooed and brought her bust down on Miranda's side, bulldozing her breast down over the love handles and squeesing then into the folds. -Hqhwuasa- -Chrllphts- Squelches of sticky sweat smeared between them as he ground her way upwards, basting Sam in the raw feminine brine as she scooched up and bounced her breasts under the clutches of Miranda's armpit. -Spwpsshs-.
	“Mf, babe do you ever shower~?” 
	“Mmfs, wet wipes count?” 
	“You are a pig~.” Bri sung and swabbed the Sam-bra in littered with pit grease, building up as a gleaming sheen across his form whilst Bri kept hump rocking into Miranda's body, cleavage first. -Shhcnnchs- She polished her body with the lard build up whilst finding new reserves to swab up with her bust kneading him down into every nook and cranny. 
	“Mfma Yamaha,” Miranda huffed out, winding along with Bri's brushes, “Mfms, I don't know, I feel even soggier now.” 
	“Mfms, then show me the dampest part of ya, I'll show he works~,” Bri said and scooched down. She brushed her chest down Miranda's middle, letting Sam strapped cleavage bound down pudge and crotch, grinding into the bulge building up at tudner the panties, throbbing for attention, and even further down, to the damp cleft. 
	“Mfms, Ooh wanna get a c-closer look at my assets, y-you bunch of cuties?” 
	“This bunched up cutie sure does.” 
	Miranda cooed and turflipepd over, propping up her bottom to let herbroad hams-halves jostle, the plush bubble bottom dripping. 
	-Shspvtsh- Bri plied her bosom against it, smearing and grinding it in against the cleftof Miranda's personal swamp, the air growing tropical as raw booty humidity soaked into him. -Shqhssuh- Bri squeezing in one breast at a time in the chubby maw of the ass. She grasped at her chest to feel her fingers mold imprints and droves swelling around her digits, which smoothed out by the bottoms clapsm and cirle swabbing smothers. 
	“Mfmsm mfms I'm gonna…” Miranda huffed as her cheeks rattled open in a trumpet blast of -BBFrrlwpffth- Flooding Sam's senses with the drooping scent of stench of a botched mushroom burrito. His frame shuddering, which jostled Bri's chest and bobbed her breasts against Miranda's booty cushions. 
	“Phew, rank as,” -Bhruaualallfpr-, “always babe,” Bri said, casually peeling apart of Sam off of her cleavage to swab her mouth after the burp. 
	His eyes lingered on that, heaving ass, watching the volumptous blubber jiggle with Miranda's moans. “Mmm, Stay right there, I got another fun use of this bitch to show ya.” 
	“Mfms, what ae you up to?” Miranda asked as she pulled back her breasts from her face, parting the curtain to peek at Bri between her legs. 
	Bri recoiled Sam together, rolling the smeared patch of putty flesh over her chest till she held up a pillow's worth of the squishy boy. 
	“Haaaawmpfpp.” She opened wide, and stuffed a good chunk of him into her maw. 
	Miranda gasped, stunned as she saw Bri scoff down on their friend, packing his moulding body down her mouth, cheeks swelling as she gobbled more of the dough down. -Ghgmspgsh- She swallowed, and the bulk began to engorge her gullet, bulging wide, thick in a chunky oblong bloat. 
	“Ammf sfmsm,” Bri chomped down at the end of the dough, poking the last bit into her mouth. She held one pal at the lower gullet. 
	“Bri, what ar-.” 
	“Mmfwmfw,” Bri held up a finger, turned her head to one side then the other, sloshing Sam in between her cheeks, slurping. Concentrating and -Srhosrhs- lapping incessantly. Until she peered down, her eyes sharped to a sultry glare. 
	“Maaawawmf,” she said as she slowly parted her lips, and a beige, crudely sculpted cock tip of Sam dough pushed free from her mouth. 
	“A-oa-oaoooo… you naughty- thingngmmf,” Miranda huffed out, but Bri was already down on her crack, wedging her head between the splayed cheeks and lubricating the pit with broad swabs pf her tongue, eating out Miranda's ass until it was slick and willing enough for… -Shflsptshts-. 
	“Mmaawamfm oaoh,” Miranda huffed out, clasping tight onto the cough and moaning as the clumpy, throat sculpted Sam Dildo squeezed straight from Bri's lips into her ass. 
	Bri moaned and bobbed her head down into the damp cranoyon of Miranda's crack. The chubby pole of Sam visible stretching out between her lips and Miranda's winking pucker the thick mound plunging into Thailand's catacombs, with a smooch from Bri punctuating every sloppy thrust. 
	“Fmwf mfms, haa I didn't expect Sam to get quite mfs, this intimate with me,” Miranda huffed out, though she was enjoying every movement of it. His body folded out and pumped up from being compressed in Bri's gullet, filling up everywhere bowels and matching every furrowed patch of flesh, gliding smoothly through the undulating tunnel to scratch every cent of it. She moaned and panted so saliva slobbered down into the cushions below, and making sure to -Chhrrlsptstwwmp- Clamppand pinch her pucker tight around Sam, so he could enjoy the confining hugs of her body to its fullest. 
	Bri heaved up more and more of Sam with each hump, pounding into her girl's glorious ass and savoring the vibrations ravaging through Sam. The heaves casting ripplesthrough the blubber of the surrounding cheeks. Bri moaned with her jaws stuffed, delighting in the experiences from both her friends, albeit in different shades of pleasure. 


“Mhga ahaa apahsata…” Miranda huffed like a buffalo, her cock wedged out from the brim of her panties after unloading a smattering of spunk into the main furniture piece of the apartment. Bri huffed, laying back and massaging over her own body, watching the log of Sam projected from Miranda's ass, most of him sloping out her cheeks with a knob anchored in her rectum, swollen to fit between the cheeks like a wedged pi blob of thumbtack. 
	“Wmm, just sit down babe,” Bri huffed out, helping Miranda up and then -Spspbbpths- smushing the rear back into the cough -Showabwbth- a rolling dunes of putty Sam welling up like mushrooms caps around the precipice of her tush. 
	Bri slid up and ground her ass into the dunes, together moulding Sam into a pair of sludgy underwear packing in Miranda's ass. They let him collect and stew in swat and cum as the girls sloughed back from exhaustion, idly massaging and groping into each other's plump frames as the shoveled in snacks and glazed their eyes over the actions funelled from the Tv. 
	Sam pinned down as an arse rug, experiencing every -Swrbrprht- expulsion of rancid peppery fumes bubbling out of the girl's asses. Bri's fumes filtering along him, and Miranda's -Bfbrrwwwwmth- gumming and lingering on in his malleable skin. The humidity dispersed so he could never get dry. 


~ 2 ~


The swirls of draining water hearkened Miranda's return from the bathroom, the girl shuffling out with Sam splayed around her ankles. 
	“Bri, I bought toilet paper yesterday, but we are our already?” 
	Bri peeked up from the couch. “Shame that. But you got something to use close by, who is just begging for some hot-ass action.”
	Miranda gasped as she peered down her legs, cheeks flusterd. “W-wow I didn't know you liked that too,” she said, shuffling over to the cough and stepping out of Sam. 
	Bri grabbed one end, Miranda the other. -Scrrrrrtch- The stretched him out between them as a strap of rubber, tension trickling through the doughy plastine dough, and once it was taut Bri begun to -Chhrstch-Chrrrntch- spool it into a roll of flabby sinewy toilet wipes. 
	“Here ya go.” 
	“T-thanks,” Miranda said, still a bit nervous as she leaned over and parted her cheeks, “well, here goes nothing, fmmfs, hope you appreciate this, Sam, mmf, and do a good job,” she cautioned as she jammed the end of the Sam roll between her cheeks. 
	Within, Sam felt himself travel past the clutches of the bog warm buns ononce more, quivering as the stench around him grew from spoiled swamp to brewing tarpit. The tepid air closer to the pucker vibrant with the scratching stench of ground pepper over over sweat boiled beef. The brim lay ahead of him, caked in booty fudge, thick as caramel and gunked up into the crevices of the rugose, winking pit. -Spwqurllrths- He was smearier right into it -Spspwtgs- displacing lumps of the grime around his form, flattened body moulding at the mercy of the gunky droves and nougat sloughed around Miranda's pit. 
	-Schhrrsthc- Miranda dug her fingers into him and scraped through the muck, his skin sloping into gouges, shallow pockets for the gunk to collect in and -Ghrrlsptshs- plaster into his body as a pasty custard. 
	Sam's mind had been growing hazy after spending hours smeared under a sweat soaked bum, but no the raw malodour was rousing him once more, at a time he'd rather coast through unknowing. 
	-Bbrhrrwrppprplrwrth- A burst of flatulence bellowed out through the brim, splattering the chunky Sam paper in splotches of muck, gellating to his form in droplets of bile. The surrounding cheeks rattling at the discharge.
	“Phaa, haa, that feels nice, he really gets everywhere,” Miranda mumbled to herself as she folded Sam over and swept him from the bottom of her crack to the tip of her tailbone. Sam’s body plied in by the force of the surrounding hills of pudge to form as he coasted through the mire of coagulated sweat dew and -Svrvrsccrklpth- crinkling patches of slobbered dung. 
	Bri snuck up from behind her, leaning in to her side, and letting he palm roam down Miranda's back. “I think he can do better if, he digs we dig a little deeper,” she said with a smirk. Bri grasped the roll and slowly -Shpptwhwht- tucked in more and more of the Sam paper. She folded the sheets of dough into the confines of the plump bottom, packing it tight in over itself and crowding up the crack from top to bottom. -Shqhuchhs- The squeaking of a slug riding over polished brass creaking from the brim as the folds of Sam were engulfed by the buttocks. -Chhrrsptsh- Soon the cheeks clamped shut, and Bri's hands wandered up and down the cheeks, kneading them together to mush and compile the bundle of stretched, balled, and flattened Sam throughout the length of the as, making a sloughing, smearing of spreading batter on top of marmalade -Shqucllshchurgllgsph-. 
	“Feels cozy in there, right?” 
	“Mmffs, he does. Ammdsm, time flies when you are having fun, right Sam? It is already ahaafamw…” Miranda mumbled, and Bri put a finger to her lip. 
	“Shhss let him relax and enjoy, just as you do, we till got a few days of the long weekend,” Bri mused to Miranda's slumbering joy. 
	-Haawafmmwf- She yawned as she wobbled off to bed, crawling in just a -Grrrbllrrs- grumble tore through her abdomen. -Ppfwwddfth- The flatulence was blocked and puttered against the Sam clog within the crack, applying all the more heat to let his doughy body. Sam reduced to that of a sludgy batter, reeking and marinading in stench and filth. 
	-Swwwtch- Bri gave Miranda's ass a swat as he slipped into bed behind her. “Sleep tight, you ass~.” She cooed with a mischievous snicker. “Tomorrow's my go.”