Beefy Room for Fudge


Written by Septia.


All around were the wafting warmth of the stomach, effusions of heated air picking up moisture pooling down the furrows in the wall and swirling to clingy, stuffy atmosphere. Though, once he had breathed it in for a while, it felt refreshing, draining down breaths of humid air, leaning back as the stomach clutched and moulded around his form… 
	“And your pants now too.” Came Leno's voice from outside. Leffi scissoring his legs. “Mmm, is it really necessary?” 
	“Look, honey bun, it is fine to be nervous about getting nude in front of a lady,” the stomach started to rattle, jostle and slosh to and fro as the bovine hefted and toyed outside, “But you're more in the position of a meaty morsel than a sexy hunk. Those pants aren't gonna stop my stomach from mulching you up into a doughy cow pat, it'll simply strain my stomachs.” The jostled with a -Shkllbbth- as she sat back in bed. “So please, strep for the big sexy cow~.” 
	“Mfms, f-fine,” He said and shuffled out of his pants, peeling the fabrid -Cslslprt- from his dampened legss, and feeling around the stomach for the point pit where- -Shsptsh- it constricted around his arm, and he pulled down as the pants fed up through the constraining funnel of flesh, slurped through chugging -Chrllpgsh- -Ghpsgs- from the clasping pit ferrying it up. Soon he heard the -Shwrlrlltsh- drag of saliva as Lenora reeled them from her maw “Atta boy. Fmms, Oo, striped unddeear, don't see that much nowadays.” 
	“I got them from textile tonitic, think it was, last year trend a few years ago overseas.” 
	“I'm sure you looked ravishing in them~.” Lenora ensured. The stomach shifted, as the whole bovine sloughed back into bed. Small depressions forming in as she brushed her hands over him. 
	“How are you enjoying my sauna~.” 
	“How… did you know that is how-.” 
	“You aren't the first I've munched on, fella, they all say it is like a sauna in there, that is the first stomach for ya, warm, cozy, fills your head with moisture so everything feels soft and pleasant.” 
	Leffi peeked around, feeling the gentle -Sslpt- drip of gut drool listing to the cradling -Ghrbrs- grinds of the gullet and -Pth-sthsmup- thrumming of the heart. 
	“It… really does.” 
	“I always ask, to make sure they're sticking with me, since after this one, there's no way to barf them up anymore, why, you're already having your bones getting all soggy and tender, you just don't feel it~.” Lenora continued, her voice parsing through the blubber, winding through the warm caverns and intermingling grinds of the fleshwork of the bovine's organs. 
	“Mmm, must be convenient to ask them about that here, when they're hopped up on calm vibes from the sauna.” 
	There was a moment of silence, stillness with merely the churns of flesh around him. 
	“Sure is~. Though it is a bother letting a tasty meal out once they're cuddled up already.” 
	“Have you let anyone out?” 
	“Mm hmm, couple times now.” 
	“Would… you let me out?” 
	Another pause “mmm, sure…wouldn't bucko~.” 
	“Huh?” 
	The stomach squeezed inwards, plush tummy flesh swathing over Leffi, the world tumbling to the side as he was caught in Lenora's embrace. “Cus I… Because, I know you wanna end up as my thick, smelly cow pie, and at this point you'd back out cause you're worried about some silly thing like me not appreciating you. So, it'd be hard to convince me, cus me and my stomach both are set to mulch you up and bake you into fudge and farts,” her tone was, warm, with a sprinkling of a stern undertone to the cheery voice.
	“Heh, you got me there, even if you didn't have to be so candid about it.” 
	-Brurhaaaalrhps- The stomach contacted, moist skin clasping to his face. 
	“Scus-… Excuse me, you were sayn? I think I got something stuck my gullet…” 
	He couldn't help but giggle along with her. Though hers ended in a long... 
	“Haawmmf… mfm… its getting late, hope you don't mind me taking the bottom bunk, its where you usually sleep.” 
	“It is where I am sleeping.” 
	“Mmm, wrong~ you' are sleeping in my sauna, all night~. So digest well in there~.” 
	“Will try, goodnight.” 
	Though he stayed awake longer, trapped in a haze from the circulating air, listening to the rumble through Lenota's body- Perth- little eruptions of flatulence putter out the lower end. Though, at some point, everything melded together. -Shrlrlpths- and the gape below broadened around his legs, Leffi faded off into slumber. 


~ 1 ~


“As most of us are already aware the so called herbivore class of specie haven't foregone their ability to consume meat, rather they have gained the ability to extract further nutrients and energy from flora. Do note that this does not limit consumption of fatty and sinew tissue should the need, or… desire, arise.” The octopus at he front of the class lectured, tentacles shifting and pointing out several sections on the graph and display whilst correcting their glasses with their hand. 
	“You can't, like, classify people by their species though.” One monkey spoke aloud. 
	“This is not the time for that discussion, this is practical anatomy, please hold such opinions for amorphous identity studies.” 
	Another student rose their hand. “So that's why Lenora's always chowing down on students?” 
	“It is why she can, she does it by charm and genuine care and affection, learn the difference, as most of her tag-alongs do.” 
	He felt the jab of a finger above, the droplet of green slime converging at the dip and -Slsptsh- dropping down on Leffi's head, feeling it droop down his cheek and melt into his skin. 
	“They are talking about you out there.” 
	“I-I hear that.” He said and tried to tune it out, the second stomach far more abrasive than the first, tendrils of enzyme goop gumming into him, networking into his skin, trailing off his body to join a pool of oily goop below. 
	“I can already feel my stomach hard at work, you might have drained into my love handles already,” Lenora whispered, brushing over her frame and discovering new deposits and layers of blubber siphoned from the brewing boy. This brought some fluster to his face, and looking over himself, seeing how much he was wasting away already. How thick his sweat felt… her gut was boiling the fat right out of his skin… 


~ 2 ~


“Phoo pha ahoa phaa…,” Lenora huffed outside, the jostling of her jogging clapping and slapping Leffi into himself, the churns and -Glrlpgsh- grumbles of the third stomach roaring through his mind. Here their muscular cage clamped and mangled him together as melting liquid tearing into his bruised but numbed skin, and more and more globs were falling off as she jogged. 
	“C-cousl fyou fmms, take it a little slowr?” 
	“Oh, pahs ahoaa, ooh boy… y-yeah, though you should see this, I puffed up like a mushroom, Leffi you didn't tell me you were that fattening.” She said and cradled the handful of blubber weighing over in her muffin top, dipping over her grasp. Her thighs clapping together with defined bulk as she stumbled forth in the jogging track. The rest of the gym class eventually pushing her back into a spurt. “Hope you are holding up in there, well… suppose you wouldn't either way, most are getting rather goopy by then, though.” Lenora huffed, soon veering off the track to lean her horns on a resting rack, meant to support posture. She had to kneel down for hers though, as her horn shape usually matched that of a goat rather than bovines. 
	“Pha… but hang on a bit more mfms. I think we can get even more cozy blubber out of you yet, muffintop~.” 


~ 3 ~


By the fourth stomach, in the evening, every thing was a mess. Globs of fleshy goop floating draining from his frame, stirring into gentle motions. Leffi laid sunken back in the smaller, stark chamber, but this point, felt on only the faint contours of his molten shape. 
	“… don't feel my bones… he mumbled, with a dreamy air to the realization. 
	“Most of those tend to pulp, along wmfms, mw the rest of you. Mmm, thanks for sticking around another night.” Lenora said as she wriggled out of her shirt, sitting back on the bed and cradling her abdomen. You feel like just the right consistency for a cowpatty, I think you'll be a big one, though, you also packed on my butt a fair bit.” 
	“O-oh t-that…” 
	“Just like you wanted, makes it roomier to let you slough out later, hawwmwwf” she yawned, the vibrations carrying through her frame, rustling the remains of his goopy form. 
	“By the morning, we will be closer than ever, and I'll finally get to lose some of this weight.” 
	“L-like you wouldn't, mms… gobble up someone… else.” He mumbled. 
	“Mm, maybe,” she said, stifling another yawn, and scotching back into bed. 
	“Its been lovely to have you as a roommate, and a personal tennant of my tumm, though, really looking forward to smell how foul the farts you will make. Was it everything you hoped for?” 
	“Mmf… Its been quite a… pha… ha… lot…” 
	“Shahs…” she hummed brushing back and forth, kneading into the slurry of her roommate, “if it strains to talk, just listen and relax, you are a happy lil morsel now, and you can just hush and let my stomach work you into shape.” 
	“Mmf, mm…” Leffi mumbles, sinking deeper into himself. “You… have nice bedside manner… you'll… make a googreatood doctor.” he mumbled. 
	Lenora smiled, tucking herself in as she groped and brushed her belly. “We'll make a great doctor.” 
	

~ 4 ~


The darkness crept over Plug, and the dorms silent. Faint huffs of air flowing through the bovine's nostrils. -Cbhgjrls- but further down her form, a symphony of globs and squelches, of churns and kneading mangles of mud crawled through her torso. -Fpprrths- faint discharge of brewing flatulence muffled under the blanket, marinading together with the morsel, gradually -Chsrlrpsths- -cbhhtsg- chugging down the sweet calf's intestines, squeezes with squeaking bubbles and rolling -Cgrrllpgbgsrls- growls creeping through the abdomen as it forged and baked a sticky batch of mud cakes, plying and moulding them along to the prefect consistency, as more and more of Leffi, splayed into her bowels, and deflated back as stuffing pudge on her belly… 


~ 5 ~


Sweat beaded at Lenora's forehead, the sun standing high to graze the amber fields below in a mantle of heat. The straws gracing past her thick ankles as she waded out into t. 
	“Haa, it is a gorgeous day out, hunbun, but shame to...,” she said whilst caressing her abdomen, the sack of flesh having deflated over the final night, into a gentle little bump that she pet all the way down to the her love handles filling out her sides with their dune of plush lard, “shame to keep you couped up inside during such a day, huh?” -Cbhrhlglpgths- a Growl of compressed fumes broiled through in response, the bovine patting her side. “Glad we're in agreement” Further into the field laid a bouquet of bickers, in a little island away from other large flora; under clear skies, but with just a hint of shade. “Seems as good as any place to, mmf, relieve oneself,” -Ppfhrororoppth- came a flush vapors from her hind, bubbling past the pucker and rippling down her tail. 
	“Then it sounds like we are in agreement, ey fella?” she said cradling her tummy, sauntering up to the island of trees and leaning back against a trunk. 
	“Seems my ass won out in the end though but, it is a shared victory,” She said and brushed over her rear, feeling the ample blubber fold under her digits rolling down the shapely hind. But, I think tiis about time to move out, from our room, mmfs, and my bowels. You've been hanging around there for a good while getting sluggish and sloppy,” she said with a sigh, squatting by the tree and hoisting her tail out of the way. -psst- -psst- Little crawling vents of fumes crawled out of her cheeks, contaminating the air in a humid tang of the mucilage ridden rump fermentation merely thin whispers that vanguarded the -Cbrhrlspgsh- sloughed from deeper within. “Mfms, and I've made some mm, real chubby chocolate this time, come on, out ya come,” she mumbled whilst her rear bulb bloated, contorting backwards and reverberating back and forth, muddy -Shfllptths- heaves of tar creaking past the precipice. Of cement and gravel being ferried through rubber pipes. “Almost there, just a bimf… fmpf. Phooo honeubun…” She mumbled out whilst her brim distended, the weight surpassing the threshold's limits, leaving the brim to distend, and blossom open in its clammy petals of meat over the deluge of auburn gruel. The pucker gaping and cradling aback over a marble of congealed filth creaking and buffering past the sleek surface before… before it dipped, and the bottom gaped, disgorging a heave of raw stinking hot umber, a globule of grime that -Shwppltsbth- -Clrlpsths- clapped on the grass and sloughed over a surface root from the brick, caking it in a layer of brown to form a gown of filth. 
	“Mfmpwh, phaa, oh yeah fella thats mfs, just right, out you come, fmmm, smooth and gentle, all the way through, aren't cha?” She hummed to herself, brushing her palm across her abdomen and feeling the gently inclination of her stomach and torso as it ferried the mulch through her gut – Chclrlpsthsts-Chrslrptsh- A symphony of slobby crinkles fluttered from the gaping, mud filled pucker, squealing with the sound of an orgy of tadpoles surging down a waterslide -Chrllpgbshhs- -Ghrlrsprwiisslts- her brim kept wide open, around the girth of the slobby filth, gaping and slimming down the dense stretches of bottom brewed manure. Fractures and creases spanned open as the filth was parsed out to the open -Chsrllrpths- engorging and cleaving into deep gouges as the chocolate mortar plummeted towards the ground, exiting in the relative composition it was forged. Dispersed and decomposing to a molten, crag curdling nougat once it swept over the ground. -Cshpthst- -Scbbwwlptps- Dollups of the grime toppled and clashed into the hills of sludge, this added height from each clump short-lived as the entire mass percolated outwards, the manure engulfed in its own form, stuffing the clump stack below so it spilled out in bloated dunes, gradually forming a sprawling cow pat. -Sppfhrrprpths- a splutter of flatulence puttered out flecks of manure, joining the steam from the riving heap below. 
	“Mmm, hoo, it makes me wonder, lil'' muffin top,” Lenora instigated with a cradle of her love handle, massaging it with dips of her digits, “I tend to get, a smigden gassy at night” -Sppfrrltb- buttered out from her brim, giving her a hint of the grilled Leffi and a charcoal vinaigrette as the smog mingled with the haze of the grime, “just a smidgen, and you were rather eager on getting the bottom bunk. Wonder how many hours you laid up at night, listening and smelling to this silly ol' bovine's passing gas.” She squatted further, the sludge slowing to a growl as she massaged her tummy, eliciting -Chbrbgs- -Bfhrrlsptsh- gurgles of air pockets coursing through her tract. “I am glad to mm indulge you, letting you fmsm, churn away into gas and cow fudge, so mm, come lil muffin top, let me hear the big stinky fart you cooked up into~.” She huffed and snickered, whilst the gurgles -Cbhrrlpsrsths- flooded through her system, a blob of plump muck suspended at the dipping point from her canyon, straining as she felt it wading through her bowels. -fssffrt- a puff sneaked through her rear, a whistle rather that the boa horn she'd expected. -Chrlrlpstbstghs- -Twwmtmpgbshltch- The vent easing the barricade of gunk to heave the mulch free with a weighty -Cspttshsb- -caliphs- patter into the mud cake below. Tethers of bowel nectar trailing between the lonesome chunks segmenting and toppling into the mess below, a brief glimmer of in the crystal in the polished mud. -Fss- The string of flatulence seeping through the parted brim with a serpentine swing, stewing the air tepid with its infusion of the air with a haze of charred onions and sickly sweet rust seeping through her nostrils. 
	“Phe... Sure smells like an outhouse back there, though I suppose you remain modest, even as a greasy cow fart tainted Tatar right, sugar muffin?” she cooed out, their words devolving into a coo as she felt her brim engorge and -Chrlrpths- snap back over a clot of filth. 
	The heap below rose with the smack of clogged grime, though this addition sunk into and incorporated into the dunes, swallowed by a desert of moist putty -Shbglrpht- Leaving only a few ruptures across the surface to remember its impact, though those were all in the process of smoothing over and polishing by the gentle motion of the clay dunes’ crawl onwards. The further on the clumps droves made it, the more heat they expelled, the emissions of warmth and moisture baked with such care through the bovine's behind rising out as geysers of pungent steam, and the more the surface lost, the further it went towards solidifying. The droves halted in their tracks, crevices and the labyrinth of fissures frozen in the muddled texture as the outside congealed into a husk of stretchy, umber taffy. Enough force bent the dunes of out shape, but more common… -Cystitis- was the continued onslaught to slobber and plough over it, plastering fresh, reeking mounds of bull bunk batter over those which slowed their rampart through the roots and grass. 
	“Mmfs mph.. You know it is mfs pfasinainn', how you don't really know how stocked up a dump's made you, until you mmm, are feeling every chubby bale of batter's making it its way, spoling through your fudge chute?” She said, straining her legs and peering back at the shin high puddle of clay still below, with further slags of muck oozing their way through her spread cheeks. “Mmf, you would mm, think there is a whole, Leffi worth of manure back there, and that'd be a mmfs clue about how much I still got, mfms of you lodged up my rump,” she huffed, the hue of her dung shifting in a gradient towards a pastel amber with the -Chrlprtbsh- loaves billowing through the buoyant brim. 
	“Mmf, but so much doesn't make it that far, it sticks around,” she brushed across her rear, cradling it and letting it -Bwnngs- dip to a jostle that clapped into her thigh, letting her palm roam up to massage into her sides, “when so much of Leffi is baked into my booty, and these plush muffin tops. Together, we'll work, until we've become a doctor, helping mfm, so many people out of hurt, and finding their place, something which doesn't matter if I burn off or not, will tag along for that journey.” She hummed, -Chrlrlpthss- -Chrlsts-. Whilst her pucker swelled, creaking and drawing back over the end of a hefty blob - Sllrrssth- -Twtsbspl- the muck length drooping off of a pale, tarnished surface, a rounded pearl the brim coaxed back and forth, pruning stains off of its side whilst the bone nursed its way through the precipice of the bovine's body. And with words cheery and relieved... “The rest, is just a cowpie.” 
	-Splpptturch- the pucker hurled out the cranium, mandible still attached as the skull -Thrjslpth- dunked into the hill of bulbous, sprawling chocolate below, jaw wedged partway into the mire with the cranium at a tilt, a thin ridge of manure cratered around the bowel cleaned bone, slowly sloughing back over it and melting the reeking surface with the gaseous matter. Trails of steam rose and -Sptbbss- bubbled through the surround muck, weaving in through the empty sockets, and licking the sides of the rectum burnished bone. The pearl cherry crowning the glossy deluge of congealing cow pudding. 
	“Hooo muffin, you did real good as a tummy treat, and fmm, quite a grand cowpie to a boot.” she mused, busy kneading and stroking along her love handles as she wandered off, turning back to see the heap of melting, chocolate marzipan adorned with the glossy skull. She reached up and waved it goodbye as she headed off, frolicking through the field with a warm breeze brushing down her cleft. Soon to forget where she'd dropped off the forty kilos worth of former roommate turned fertilizer; Leffi, on the other hoof, was staying with her, close, intimate.