Bat in Kraken Catacomb


Writen by Septia.


“Come on I didn't grrnnddf pay for this hunk of junk to not work whe-” A clang of reinforced polymer rattled as the bat hit her helmet and a beam of light flittered and sprawled out its breadth in the funnel ahead. 
	“Uurgh, finally, it, recordin’? Sweetness. Hey you pervs and degenerates, I'm closing in on target, we're going for the motherlode baby,” she crawled forwards through it, plaster and dust sifting down around her. “Rose the adventurer? Ooo, Rose the treasure hunter, or even better: Rose, the relic rescuer. Hah mfmghs, stupid tunnel. And hey, just a reminder, anyone back home who called my new spelunking suit stupid? Yeah I'll make you eat it when I'm domed, with the loot, and I ain't gonna wash it.” she took a break, hoisted up her arm and tapped a digital timer grafted into the grey wet suit. Showing 150 min. 
	“See this? When it runs out, when this reaches zero, the shrinking effect will wear off… … Hah, you dummies believe anything a hot ass girl says, of course I have a buffer. I'll have one hour after this runs out, so if we're not on our way back, or I'm carrying too much loot, pfff. As if I would take close to that long.” Rose mused as she wormed her way forwards, turning a corner to see the light engulfing her headtorch. 
	“Ooh boys this is it.” She huffed and scurried up to the pit. The moon's luminance from an open window sketched the contours of a bedroom: shelves, a desk, calendars, and trinkets, all of which Rose ignored to shine a spotlight down on the bed. 
	“Mfnfaawg, frlrlpfbbrrlfs…” a bubbling, spluttering snore rumbled from the feminine figures sprawled atop the sheets, fluttering through a bushel of tentacles draped from her head, scales reflected the pale glow into a shimmer of silver as her torso heaved, and a clatter of creameries echoed through as she breathed. 
	“What? Any of you idiots not seen a kraken nymph before? Pff, course you haven't you ignorant schmucks.” Rose mused and wired down a rope attached through a spike in the tunnel, wringing herself down towards the bedside table.
	“That's Kamaria, an ambassador from the depths, and you know how those lads are. Tinies all over the place have documented accounts of the deep folk, and on top of that this lass a politician,” Rose unveiled a photograph of a stone tablet, depicting painted carvings of massive tentacled beasts, with a shower of gems decanting from their bottom, “She's a walking treasury. You know how much some of these deep gems go for? Even if they’re the size of a corn kernel, that's big money with Rose written all over it. Can't have this bitch hog my treasure, I've got a wet suit to pay off.” Rose took a deep breath, and leapt from the rope, spreading her wings to glide through the air. 
	Her body vibrated, sweat dripping down her forehead. “Mfmghs. This stuff's heavy.” she clutched the chest pack. flailing her legs as she the tiny bat soared… right onto the bed, collapsing face first into the covers. 
	“Pghabua bugha. Pha. Hah. Pha, guess who’s filing a formal complaint, gmsmg that this spelunking equipment's too heavy.” Rose grumbled as she scrambled standing, and peered up at the sleeping figure, towering many times her height, a behemoth of scintillant scale and flesh meshed as one.
	Rose brushed under her nose as her ears flittered. “Aright you kraken-spawn where’re you hiding that ass of yours?” Rose said as she sauntered along their body, following the arch of the sleeping behemoth's back, veering for a bundle of tendrils distending under a bundle of straw, and laid her gaze upon the curving hills of butt fat. 
	“Bingo.” She tucked her wings back into the harness, tightening them to her body, and strapped on pair of hardy gloves covered in suction cups. “Ok, black and cyan gems should be the big clam, but any kind of relics and we hit the jackpot. Black ones have white variants that're still worthwhile so… I'mma nab all of ‘em.” Rose mused and cracked her knuckles, waiting for Kamaria to take a break and… leapt up onto the ass. -Thhfflpt- She latched stuck. 
	“Mghghs gwahhmff.” Kamaria snored louder, a rugged inhale skating down the spine… 
	Rose was frozen still until breathing resumed, and she clambered up the buns. Up ahead, nestled between the cheeks, protruded a juicy purple donut, pinched taut, a head or two taller than the shrunken bat. 
	“Alright, here's the tricky bit, if I squeeze my way through she might notice, so I'll have to hang on until she-.” 
	-Bgrlgpglghs- A rumble roared under Rose's foundation, the pucker ahead rustling and pinching shut… -BCBffrrwwmfkflfptsh- a stream of brine boiled scallops and crayfish cascaded through the brim, the pucker yawning wide in the gale of torrid stench slapping Rose in the face, and pelting her with speckles of rank humidity -Sllpth- “Fmmfshf. Fpwfhfrs.” She mumbled, taking in a breath through her covered face, and snaking her way between the cheeks, wedging into the yawning pit, -chrlrlpthss- its pursed lips crinkling -slhflrprsths- as it collapsed around her, and sealed shut behind her galoshes. 
	”Phoo, yuck, what does this bitch eat? Ok, lights…” she said and flicked on the headlamp. As the beam materialized she could see the hanging geists of smog and moisture in the air, dancing in her vision as she was surrounded by a rugose landscape of folded flesh, stretching and winding ahead. 
	“Ahha yeah bitches, we're in-.” -Shvllfphtht- she stood tall as the bowls contracted, and the ceiling mushed a clump of steamy bowel clay straight into Rose's hair, her ears bending and curving around the dollop of congestion and bile sculpting its piping hot grasp over her head. 


	“Gohgha grosss, gross schggross,” she huffed and drew herself out of it -fhslrprshthchs- thick tethers of bowel slime drawing between her and the mound, hanging vines that snapped and drooped over her back. 
	“Gmmgs, I paid so damn much for this stupid suit, for it to get stained this quick,” she complained and flecked her ears to scrape herself clean with the back of her palm. “Whatever, whatever, we're doing this.” She breathed, and looked ahead. 
	“Ooh” There, something reflected her lantern light. Rose went down on all fours, crawling up the light incline to -Chfkpthhgs- -Xrrshgbrlllsphts- the rectum folds warped under her grasp like a spent trampoline, puttering in moist rectum slime around her gloves as she forged her way upwards, careful steps feeling out the surface drenched in slime to avoid a fall. 
	“See, hah, first discovery is… a, clam shell.” Rose said, turning over the shard that had hung from the roof, scoffing and tossing it behind her. 
	Straight ahead laid a steep tunnel of undulating muscles, with clumps of congealed sludge congregating along the folds, riddled with shell shards, and bone chunks. 
	“Phew, skies that stinks, so bad.” She said, and fastened a clamp made from a hairband in the bowel wall, and begun descending with light taps of her feet aligning her down the pit, dodging any mounds of filth. 
	“If you're laughing at this, and I'm in the same room, you're gonna get a mouthful of rotten cheese, you know, for immersion’s sake.” Rose curted, grimacing as she saw a lock of her immaculate pastel hair draping down under her helmet, stained in a filthy auburn. 
	“Fluff this palace's nasty, it’s no wonder anyone whose not me gives up on this stuff,” she said, wiring her way to the bottom. Right there, beneath a bend in the undulating roof of flesh stretched an expanse of glimmers and twinkles highlighted by her headlamp.
	“You dummy, seeing this?” Rose asked. 
	Spread before her the tunnels were speckled in dots of growing limestone, stems of coral glimmering in soft fuschisa and mellow orange, embedded along with the clumps of humid refuse, shifting and swaying in the pouches of flesh, the whole gauntlet up the bowels. 
	Rose whistled. Even the rank auburn was bathed in a radiance of wondrous hues. “We've got ourselves a fancy ass her-.” She begun, then here eyes widened. Further up, embedded in an outcropping of funk, the twinkle of a purple jewel teased. 
	“Score.” She burst out and unspooled out a stretch of rope and a weight to sling up over some sturdy coral. 


The bat was already sweaty when she reached the gem, finagling it out of the wall of dung. “Oh yeah baby, come to mama, you're not the ones I'm seeking, but momma Rose loves you still. Yes she does, whose gonna pay off this stupid suit? You are.” she teased and stashed the gem. 
	The timer stood at 121 minutes. She had time. Still, steeled herself to heave up through the bowels cape of coral, cracked shells and slatherings of ass putty, worming her way up through the Kraken nymph's large intestines. 


~ 1 ~


Clambering trough the bowels, the bat was latching coral and dodging dung on her trek for treasure. Then and again there was an embedded gemstone in the wall, growing more frequent the deeper she ventured, though still a journey between the trial to thread between each one. All pale blue, or red, the least valuable on her list, but there had to be more. “I'm not leaving without my black gems,” she'd grunt, clambering through the debris on her hunt. The damp air laid as a blanket in her lungs, an atmosphere injecting the smog of pickled crab and salted herring into her frame, leaving Rose breathing through gritted teeth. 
	“Gmghs phaa,” she breathed, slumping back on an outcropping of coral, “This is getting stupid.” She ravaged through her pack, unlatching it to get to the bottom and bring up a map. “We can't be far form the mother load, but or, did we pass it? We're so bloody deep in this bitch, and she doesn't even have the decency to-.” -Sshchtsh- the bag slipped against the moist wet suit, the bat's frozen gaze watching the bag tumble out of her grasp, slamming into the walls of the bowels, back and forth on the way down, sending rippling waves through the membrane around her which swept Rose off balance, scrambling to cling to the muddy patches around her -Chlldptthrhsts- feeling the filth penetrate in the interpace of her digits. Until, -Cbbwoffwht- a distant thud of the luggage's impact. The vibrations petering out as the bowels fell into silent. 
	“Phooo…” she huffed, staying still and feeling around, listening with her ears sharpened. Waiting for movement, dreading that Kamaria would awaken… 
	Yet minutes later, all remained still. 
	“Don't think the bitch noticed,” she whispered. 
	“Oh, the bitch did…” the voice boomed with a distant thunderclap, followed by undulating rousings in the walls clasping together -Chflvlpfhrwhrhths- a crinkle of compressed sinew and foaming fluids rousing around the spelunker as the bowels came crushing down, chugging onto her frame and pinching her upwards, higher and deeper through the winding network of bowels -Khvllpfhfhrhsts- drawn and slathered through -Cblflpths- coagulated corpulence that gummed onto her hair and sandwiched its way past gaps in her suit. 
	“Let me go you stupid b-.” 
	She drew in a breath between mangling kneads to calm. 
	“And…” Kamaria mused, shifting back in her bed and trailing a line up along her lower abdomen, “There, we, mfmfs," -Chrlpgthhts- a splutter of contracting air rippled through her abdomen, “go haa, mm, yes, cajooled right where that greedy mind gets you,” Kamaria mused as she stroked her gut with numerous clawed appendages, 
	“Phghaas,” Rose surfaced through a slurry of chyme and slammed her fists into the wall. “What gives you big jerk, I wasn't making that much noise, do over, do over.” 
	She screamed and kicked. 
Kamaria watched the minuscule bumps tent the side of her gut, scoffing at their antics. 
	“Sorry mfms, does not really follow procedure. Do carry on, its very amusing.” 
	“Cough up the treasure, I made it so far, you owe me, where's it at?” 
	“Oh you fms, sweet,” Kamaria huffed and scooched up to a sit, massaging her guts around the growling -clgrhghltpgsh- gurgles filtering through her frame, “Gullible thief… I cannot say I am a fan of many of the legislations of this land, so few subjects begging to crawl their way down my throat,” -fvfbrrkthts-, she heaved her cheek up to unleash a green cloud of pluming smog, “or up my ass… But, unconsciously willing is nearly as good.” 
	“The heck you yammering about?” 
	-Cbtbtpw- The kraken bapped her gut, watching it jiggle. “What scraps you found in there's the only treasure you'll get. And I'll need it back to regale the trail once we're done…” 
	“W-you are lying, I saw those tablets with my own eyes, the whole tiny community was-.” 
	“Yes, those are genuine, but it’s symbolic, kraken dung does wonders for deep sea flora and fauna, enough that we can't help coral to take root in it no matter how much we clear it out.” 


Rose steamed in rage, but soon her grimace shifted to grin. “Hah, you're a fool for telling me, I got it on tape even, I'm gonna tell everyone your dumpers nothing but crap.” 
	Kamaria sighed and shook her head. “You sweet ‘lil idiot(shrimp), you won't be retelling any stories once my gut's baked you into clay.” 
	Rose paused. “You're joking, you obviously don't know who I am.” 
	“You are a greedy bitch, who by the sound of it, mfms is gonna put up a real struggle.” 
	“Hahah, that's funny.”
	“Oh, I find it less funny, more, enticing,” came Kamaria's voice as the bowels reverberated around her. The walls growing slick with puddles of bile, billowing through in streams of acids, the chamber contracting, forcing her back in the puddle. 
	“Sh-shut up and get me out.” 
	“Haawwmmnfs, mfms… mm, I sorry, I think you mentioned, the bitch is still sleeping.” Kamaria mumbled, stretching out in her bed, as the cries and struggles of Rose swelled in her gut, the stomach shuffling and rattling as it had fresh meat to process, smothering her cries. 
	“Mm with you entertaining my guts, my dreams are gonna hawmf, rock. Kamaria mumbled, shifting back under the covers to savour the scrambles. 




“Hey, fish face,” Rose hollered, “I don’t give a fly’s ass there's no treasure. I suited up, I went through heaps of dung to get here, you owe me a prize. So cough up some gems, sea-hag.” 
	The kraken nymph clicked her lips, sloughing back at the shrill demands piping out from her belly. 
	“There will not be any sort of coughing up. We’re past the point of coughing up anything, the most I’d owe you is a painless passing. Though, you have not presented a compelling case…” 
	Rose vibrated, clenching her fist and standing up in the gut, swinging her head and the cone of light throughout the damp chamber. “Okay, listen here you back up right n-.” 
	-Bh-Chuuurrcchpllp- Kamaria’s stomach lurched up in a hiccup. 
	The gut tossed Rose into the air, trampolined form the sudden contraction in the diaphragm,  the bat catching but a glimpse of the heap of chyme she was launching into. 
	-Sbtwlwprrcchhd- At once her complains and anger were snuffed out, as caustic vapours radiated from the heap submerging her, clogging her senses with pepto-abysmal acids. The sheer heat pluming from the mound only really hit her when she picked up on the sizzling by her ears. 
	“Bgyaaaahrsg." She screamed and flung her head back, an arch of gut bolus whipping behind the frightened bat. 
	“Haah, phew, what was that? Did you perchance bump into something? Either way, that was just grand.” The voice of the kraken echoed in the surrounding gut. 
	Rose stammered, the heat biting into her ears, pelting them down with her palms to clap away any residue -Frrzzrrchss- though this only daubed the liquid onto her palms. The bat scurried and flailed her arms like a kollibi. 
	“Ooo. That certainly had you going, was it the slug pate from dinner? Do let me know if there is a distinct vinegar odour to your skin melting.” 
	“Pfhha, ahfasosa, pfhah fhaua…” Rose gasped for breath, staring down at her palms, scorched in a faint coal in broad splotches where theacids had penetrated. -splotch- a droplet falls from the spotlight on her head -Cfrzzzlrxs- sizzling onto her palm. 
	“Ahhds, what what twas that?” Rose cried out. 
	-Brzzt-cbbcts- Then the headlamp begun to flicker. The bat feeling globules of molten plastic from the helmet drape down and gum her hair. The light flickering once more, before. -Brzztxch- it short circuited. 
	“Bwhahggtaah, your stu-stupid gut mush broke my helmet I-I paid good money fo-.” 
	“Really now,” came the response to interrupt, the wall of the gut indenting and waning inward from Kamaria digging her digits into the blubber, “that wouldn’t leave the rest of you with very good chances, would it?” 
	Rose tumbled back onto her rear from the malforming compartment, puttering on the flooring of the gut as she watched the poures in the walls pulse, -Cflrpths- the rolling churns of pores dilating, and dollops of acids drooling down the walls. 


Kamaria was silent, then held up five fingers, successively lowering one, until only her main digit remained… 
	“Gyryaas, y-you can’t be serious t-this is not happening, y-you are gonna let me out right now.” The cries from the gut set the stomach rattling.
	And Kamaria savoured the quivers from the struggles, coursing from her spine all the way to the tip of her wagging finger. “That is the spot…. Mmmmhs. If it weren’t for the struggling how would I know that a little shh-rim-p like you is taking full advantage of my gut’s avenue?” She sighed and played along her stomach, smothering bumps as they tented up. 
	“Y-you can’t seriously, you can’t, this can’t be allowed.” 
	“You silly thing. Mmfms, oh why wouldn’t it now? The embassy is on the same soil as my realm, meaning mm, tiny greedy thieves are subjected to my jurisdiction of plea-, ah, punishment.” She mused as she shuffled back in bed, sprawling out as her gut bobbed then and again from the frantic battering of the occupant. “I should mention, striking the walls of my gut is only going to ensure more (vitriol), since it imagines you as much, mmm, fiercer morsel, with the resistant you are putting up.” 


Rose beat on the gut walls, even her reserve gloves were showing wear as the puttering of putrefaction gnawed through the fabric. 
	“This is not real, this won’t, I caaaagmanthaah Agyyraa.” The biting fluids had surmounted her soles, piercing through the galoshes to flood her feet, the bat screaming as the pain spiked her sense off balance, and she plummeted, back into the pooling chyme -Slpfthrlrpstch- a wave of bile receded from her impact, only to slough back towards the indent the bat made in the gut. Her limbs twitching, eyelids fluttering, lungs rattling as they gasped contaminated air through clasped teeth. 
	“Aww, was that all you maaafmfs… had in you? Mm, might be for the best, you did so rudely interrupt my sleep.” Kamaria mumbled outside, the walls shaking as she went to lie back, vexing and vaning geysers of corpulent gut magma swallowing Rose to the sizzling tune of rising smokestacks of vapors pouring free, as the wet suit melded to skin and bloated from brewing tissue. 
	“W-wh-whaait. P-pleasse sh-hwe-healp.” Rose squeaked. 
	“You will get all the -Chaaammfs- help you need. In fact, just let my stomach handle the rest, would you? It would marr my sleep if I knew you had more struggle in you.” the kraken nymph yawned as Rose’s chest cramped under the steaming pressure -HrrsFllrprchshts- and her senses – along with much else – melted off her bones… -Bweep- -Bweewp-.The alarm on her wrist began to beep, -Chslptthsh- before it immersed in coagulated chunks of partially mulched slug souffle.


~ 2 ~


The witching hour passed, occasional -grrbs- growls and gurgles -Chfrllggbltsh- sneaking out through Kamaria’s bowels. All that interrupted the rhythm of breathing a wind through the window. Until, roughly one hour had passed -Chffft- the middle of the gut concaved, a spherical crater forming in the kraken nymph’s abdomen for a brief moment. Before the stomach suffered a violent decompression. -Ckkt-bwdngggnnnngs- With the blare of cannon fire the abdomen engorged to multiple times its size, again and again in the matter of moments the gut lounged out wider than the ripest watermelons and dug into the mattress, propping the ambassador up, shifting her sleeping guise to bend along the will of the bloated out abdomen. 
	-Chflpghts- -Krhglljpllghst- By the congested churn crowing its way out. The gut was doughy with the compacted onslaught of magnified meat and bone slush inflating the jostling orb of an abdomen, the springs of the beds -Chrrrnnnds- creaking and bending as the gut settled on in the bed, and a shrunken bat’s worth of beef clogged her guts. 
	“Mmffrs gmmphfw…” Kamaria grumbled in her sleep, clutching over herself in instinct, as the sudden ache warped her dreams. 


~ 3 ~


“Haamfms… mmfa… omy head… out really did not agree with me that mu-. Anemone’s beards what’s?” Kamaria burst out as the breadth of her belly bared itself as her vision adjusted to the bedroom. -Ghrbghsg- The gut curling a growl back in responses. 


-Chrpt-pcht-pchtcphtbrlt- Kamaria drummed her fingers over her gut, a thick, meaty bat regressing from winding through the midriff. The Kraken spawn peered from her stomach, to the ceremonial vase she’s outfitted as a meal keepsake locker, preserving the wretched remains of her most enjoyed morsels in a thick, masking vinaigrette solution filling in the bottom. She strutted around it. -Cbglgpghs- Clblpghss- The broad, almost square gut slugging and weaving along in a jostle, lagging behind her movements. Whilst the vase reached to her thighs, though comparing the volume, the match remained dubious. 
	-Cgbrhgpgjhsgs- a growl pronged through her bowels, Kamaria reeling in a sharp inhale, and heaving up her hind to submerge the brim of the vase. “Better keep in line, who could have guessed a tiny burglar would be full of so much dung…” 


Kamaria looked down to see the urn, but it laid obscured by the blockade of her core. 
	“How is this supposed to hold mfms fmrg…” She was cut off by the contractions of muscles in her depths, and a gale wind -Bfbrrpflfthths- of damp, marine smog coursing and swirling through the waist high urn. Her brim twitched in the breeze -dllfpthtscttwwlp- till it clasped over solid ground, spreading her pucker wide as it was plugged by the expanse of raw umber. -Chrlrh- -Chrlrfffths- her brim twitched over the bottle width clog, the expanse of filth burgeoning in width as it eeked its way downwards, cleaving aside then nymph's posterior for the smooth dome of sludge. The sheer girth of the load hampering her control over it, hair slithering and standing on end as she strained herself. 
	“Mmgrg mphs, how could a little runt be full of this fms much dung?” She heaved out with the twitch of an eyelid. The creeping crinkle of her rear ramping up -KRlrhrlfpfhthts- -Cvjvjrrltphts- … until the latch broke open with a popping wheeze of congested fumes -Frbrbffwlprrtsh-rrlpghs- cascading forth along with the onslaught of raw ass bile cramming through her distended brim -Chlfpfrrwlrleshs. The bale protruded out through Kamaria's splayed buttocks. The force of the mulch speckling the inside of the urn in splotches of tarnished bowel grease flung from the deep trenches in the bowel nougat — dug by the fields of crooked corals lining her bowels. -Fbfcghrlpghhgs- The muck barrelled into the porcelain edges and bent under its own weight, the compression of the manure bundling trenches and fissures together across the bulk, compacting with muted squelches of briny bowel grease trickling from the crumpled pillar. Every crackle and crinkle of mud and slime was amplified through the vase and rustled up through Kamaria's hind, which only loosened the mound further. 
	“Mfmsm awhapaha, oahs slow down, I wish to enjgoyg, -Fhrlprhts-, mfms, haaa.” She huffed, clasping over her belly as it contracted, rustling while it deflated in rhythm with the tree trunk of filth winding into the vast vase… -Crhpfshhchs- the muck daubed and immersing the walls of the porcelain in its soft-serve surface, the deluge curling into awkward coils, sculpted angular within the ornate jar. The Immaculate midnight umber ravaged and contorted together in its trip through Kamaria's bowels, but came through the brim buffered and polished to be clad in a glistening prime chocolate mortar. Its surface only broken up by the occasional chunk of partially dissolved calcium, scapula, ribs, and vertebrae braking up the deep brown sludge with their tarnished ocher -cshflprththsa- as it compacted and cluttered the jar, -cloths- the whole chalice creaking under the pressure of filth clustering the containers.
	-Bfffrrsptthstsj- another gale wind of spoiled grapes marinated in prawns stock whistled through the interspace of rump and vase, leaving Kamaria short of breath, a sardonic stimulation ravaging her nerves as her brim warped over the outlines of fractured bale and bone. 
	“Mfmghss, phaa, you see yourself, fit of deserving something better? I mfms, but the (crap) chalice is all you are ever gonna get, fitting for a greedy runt. Fmmfs, stop expecting me tmgmsf mollycoddle you, and get out of my ass.” She huffed out, clutching her belly, heaved over her arms, whilst their pucker strummed up a chorus of crinkles and pops -Kcllfphtbbwt- -Clrprhths- until… -sShfrllrptss- Kamaria's hind was dashed with a splatter of the vinegar solution she tasked to mask the stench from the vase. 
	“Ooufh…” She groaned out, and felt the rectum paste flood the brim, -clhhrflfplthts- and the softer load of cement flooding out, creeping back around her rear to sculpt a groove of her ass on the vase throne. 
	“Fmsfs, your avarice, knows no bounds,” she admitted, and scrambled to shift off the vase -Sccrthhrrrlschs- long filaments of bowel dew webbed her together with the ass grove as an extension of the vase's brim, each bead of bowel sweat gleaming like a gem along the sluggish vines and creeping through the cracks and bubbled craters of the muck. 
	The kraken nymph breathed heavily, clutching her ass together as she waddled to and fro, the bathroom laid much too for away. So the only solution was… 
	She hopscotched her hind right on over the windowsill, grunting with her teeth bare, her pucker pulsing around the foot wide mud batch before, -Krlflfpwhtbtths- it uncorked, and pinched shut soon after, lobbing off a chunk of toasty fudge mortar into the air, and plummeting into the aquarium of water dwelling plants situated around the embassy. 
	“Mfmrhhgs, oohf yes, y-you wimmgf. Just get your worthless ass out of my rectum, you attention seeking harlot…” she grovelled as her brim distended, her gut creaking like a door hinge submerged in mud -Chglrpghhgs- as the waistline diminished with the egress of the generous pillar of manure. 
	-Frbrbts- -Fbrlpthrhts- Puttering coughs of exhaust filtered through the brim rippling and clapping around the anchoring column, thick as a flour sack as it egressed from the Kraken nymph's rear. The moonlight of ass sculpted grime reaching its way down from the embassy's second floor – radiating an aura of heat with a caustic petrichor odour, akin to fresh fresh farmlands steeped in alcohol and lemon zest. The muck's languid trek downwards eventuated by every creak and pop of bowel dew foaming up through the crevices exposed to the crisp air. -Shrrlpfhths- -Cslrpthts- the brim broadened, accommodating the bend, worming through the pucker, the hind lips snapping back over every outcropping on the bale. There, plastered into the surface of the bowel sludge, were a near complete set of wing bones, sprawled out along the girth of the bowel toffee, carrying a gradient of hazel where it merged with the filth, a pearly sheen where the bones had been polished through the bowels, the wingspan of the daredevil spelunker on display in the coriander spotlight of the morning sun, vacating the embassy with a seldom experienced grace. 
	-Chrlrpt- -Grrshthgs- The skeletal wings engraved in muck tore just as the heel of the loaf was passed the surface,  caving as the fractures ripped through the hot clay -Chflrlprhthsts- tearing the lower end of the mound to topple into the decorative aquarium. -ShfllPlttthoouulghshs- A wave roared up in the mound's silhouette, the filth plunging deep into the container, skipping against the bottom and -Cshltpsh- gumming the decorative rocks into its surface, before it bobbed back up to the surface, trails of tainted water flowing behind it in a mantle as it exhumed its storage of bowel grease and nougat nectar to taint the waters. 
	“Phfha, hf has… have to come cmfs, clean, despite you being above average quality for a dump, you fmfms,” she huffed out, flustered as the bale hung by a thread in her rectum, her pucker struggling and pulsating to contain the bulwark of filth, stretching so its ripples coursed throughout her spine, “You aren't, worth the hassle. Mmg, I see it a public service, tmmfs, to reunite you with your proper, apmfsha, element,” she huffed out, arms clutching around her digressed abdomen, buns flicking together over the mound, bobbing it at her hind before… -Shttfllpwhhofhthts- it sloughed through with a gasp of air rushing to fill her colon, the muck pitched from her hind, with a storm of pent up -PWrhrhflflpfswrrlth- vapors billowing through, highlighting the tethers of gut phlegm drawn form Kamaria's brim off the reservoirs back in the fissures of the guano bale. -Slpfrrwphfthsts- The water rushed up into a tower following the collision of the fat, steamy loaf. The first clumping into the second, moulding around each other to form a vague contour in the water, slathered in kale and seaweed as it steeped the pure blue water in a growing cloud of tainted hazel. 
	“Phhaa, hfosh, phaa…” she breathed out, doubling over to hold her head in her knees. Once her lungs flared with a sustainable breath of air again, she unfurled her body to stand upright. She turned back to gauge the damage. A crowd of bystanders met her gaze, darting between the window she was situated at, and the befouled aquarium below. -Swhpptwwmmlp- The muck shifted in the water, bumping against the glass with a buffered clasp of sloppy dough, Rose's wings plastered flat with the smoothed mound of greasy chocolate toffee submerging its back. 
	Kamaria drew in a breath, and raised her arm in a ride wave to the onlookers, as she shifted back in the room, and the curtains shut. Play it off as a power move, moderately successful. It allowed her to take a breath in peace. One of her claws roved down to her abdomen, cupping a hold of the plumped, luscious blubber filling out her love handles. She peeled down, and followed the layer of chub grafted on her figure, her chest weighed down with a gratuitous stuffing siphoned from the reckless burglar. "I suppose it was inevitable to gain some of her vulgar physique," she mumbled and prodded the reservoirs of blubber curving out her figure, till she peered back at her the pillowy mounds warping her buttocks to a couple of square marshmallows. ”Oh would you look at that,” she mused, cradling the buns and letting them bounce on her palms, jostling with their newfound padding. “She had some desirable features,” she said whilst fondling herself. -Bhukraahlllpr- she shuddered at the belch wafting a piquant breath past the depths of her gullet. Fanning it away by her palm. “Still more trouble than she is worth.” she mumbled and walked to the night table. She rolled up the minuscule rope in a bundle, tucking it back into the hole in the wall. “It is gonna be a bother to retrieve the gemstones if she brought them with her on the way out.” She mumbled and went about her duties.