Salty Hams Boy Toast


Written by Septia.


You were taken aback. When your parents had insisted upon getting you a sitter for the summer, everything your brain conjured up was unmatched by this… succubus standing in your doorframe. 
	“Oh, sup, you're Otto, right?” 
	That settled it, she knew your name, it wasn't a prank. You stepped aside to let her in. Eyes trailed from that xenial smile flanked by a lifted curtain of coal-black hair, sledding down the curvature of her full-bodied outline… You'd insisted you were too old for a 'babysitter', but they had dreaded the thought of you being alone all summer. Requesting you to see her more of a... maid, or a house sitter. That 'something else' was ringing true now… 
	The sitter looked over her shoulder once she'd entered the house, smiling back at you as the sudden stop left her ass jostling. And what an ass… she looked to be smuggling a pair of jumbo puddings under those smooth fitting yoga pants, if it weren't for the luscious crescent of posterior padding authenticating the booty. 
	“The name's Tryphosa,” she held up a finger, “I know, makes me sound like a hag, right? But you'd be surprised how far a mature name goes when it comes to first impressions. It’s fine to put a lil' bit of make-up on your age, no? I should know, I've been at this for a while.” She teased, her age suddenly more nebulous. The woman cocked her hips so her cheeks -Cllfdffthw- clapped, shaking you out of the rump's trance.
	“I ah, Hi, Tryphosa, see, I don't know what they've said, but-” 
	“How about you look instead?” she asked and sat down her satchel bag, wiggling out of her jacket, then continued with a wag of her hind, “Since you seem so keen on it. You don't strike me as someone who needs a sitter to tell you bedtime stories. But I'm here on business. Your parents expect me to keep you safe, and for you to respect that.” 
	As she talked, you realized she kept scaling off her clothes, shirt, and bra discarded, undoing the hairband around her bun to let her black hair cascade down her shoulders.
	“So, how about we go along with it, play our roles, I'll be the sitter,” she said, propping up her chin with her shoulder as she looked back at you, trailing her finger along the rim of her yoga pants, “and you be my baby~?”


~ 1 ~


The succubus’s comment had been in jest, though, next thing you knew Pho was towering above you in our parent's bedroom, her bare cheeks looming above your half-naked form. The plush cheeks descended, your face absorbed in her padding, your face buffeted into a sea of skin in a warm hue etched by chalk carved from tree sap. A gentle comfort melded between her cheeks and yours, as the world was cloaked in the veil of her rear. It rose just in time to grace you with a breath of fresh air. Pho's modesty plump figure towering, casting you in the shadow of her voluptuous silhouette. 
	”Look who’s enjoying their sitter,” Pho weaved her words in a web of syrup, “told you I would be taking this job seriously, didn't I?” She asked whilst sitting back to shade your face in the shroud of her ass, hosting one cheek at a time to knead out some groans. “Mm, aaah, yeah, just so~,” she mused, “mmmf, mff… mngh, ha…” and sighed. Eventually she hoisted herself off of you, brushing her cheeks over your chest. “Otto, hate to bust your nuts like this…” 
	“W-what, whs-something wrong?” 
	“You see, as much as I'd like to hang out at your place and procedurally suffocate you under my juicy dump-truck, I'm a busy lady.” 
	Of course, and here you were just starting to like this arrangement. 
	“It’s a good thing my job description is so vague,” she said and shoved you back up the bed, planting her cheeks on the end of the mattress, “cus I got a way to keep you safe and close all day long,” she swathed the back of her palm down her crack, then hooked it to pry the cheek out apart, letting the brim peek out at you, “All we gotta do is stash you up my trunk.” 
	You swallowed, peering down the canyon framed by the sinuous globes. 
	“Yoou get that I'm serious, right?” 
	“I… yeah,” you mumbled. 
	“You wanna acquaint yourself with this booty, get in deep, mmm?” 
	“… yes.” 
	“Then show Pho's ass those ‘lil feet of yours. I've got places to be, so let’s get you comfortable in your new summer home~.” Her voice flowed in a fluffy avalanche of balm, sweeping you off your senses. Succubus or not… you were on the hook, raising – feet tucked closer and hovering in between the cheeks, cleaving the rump to reach the pucker – and soon you'd be sinking. 
	-Shhrflflprthschst- The Pucker sprouted a warped assonance of daubs of flesh as your toes broke past the barrier. Pho's brim accommodating the girth of your feet as they scooched into her abyss. -Sfhsths- The pucker clasping and pulsing over your heels. “Mmf.”
	“Mm, oh good boy, I take my work quite seriously,” Pho said, standing, heaving her rear high until your legs sloped straight from her cleft. Then… she sat down. -Fhwlfplfhhshtsa- A crinkle of wading into a brie resounded from her pucker as it engorged over your legs, smoothly guided into the spacious caverns. The massage of the velvet insides coursing jolts of pleasure through your veins, whilst her ass devoured your thighs in one sit. -Dmmpfhts- The mattress gave a faint rumble when the cheeks collided, a scooch form the woman eliciting a soft moan as she brushed over her abdomen. “MmmOofm, aaah baby, yes…” she mused and scaled upwards again, this time gradually perching down for her ass to -Chrlrlpgbshgls- envelop your form. Secured in the cheeks and fed right into the awaiting pit, gaping and draping down the sculpt of your lap, then abdomen… 
	Her midriff gradually protruded, filled as your legs folded up into the abyss of her catacombs,  “Mmf, ooh yeah, baby just mmf, let mommy's ass cradle you, you are doing so well.” She huffed out, wiping her brow and blowing away stray locks. She gyrated her hips back towards the bed, where the posterior crawled over your chest, arms tucked along your side, sealed in against your body like a lustful wetsuit as the brim's -Crhffsxrlshg- symphony of humid creaks strummed closer. It snaked over your chest, painting your body in a film of booty oils… until… your chin cleaved past and into the buns, and the pucker buffed up, encircling your neck… -Shfrlprthsg- -Stwphs-- 
	“Mmfnn… ph”
	“Pheew… mm, pha…” Tryphosa stifled a moan with a sigh of relief, brushing around her cheeks. “Knew you Otto fit~,” she mused, a breath of satisfaction venting out with her chuckle. She rose. -Sbbwnndg- Her cheeks lagging behind in a jiggle. Pho peered down her gut, watching the bulges trailing from the tip of her abdomen down to her guts caricatured with your legs, bent and tucked away in her folds. She gently kneaded along them in her waddles towards the wardrobe, sliding the door open to reveal a full body mirror.” 
	“Aah, knew you would have one tucked away somewhere, mmm, and speaking of…” she mused and swayed so her rear came into view, the portly set of buns protruding from her frame in a gracious crescent… with a tuft of your blonde hair jutting out at their zenith. 
	This notion flourished a smile. “Phmfma, oh baby, you really snuck your way all through my ass, I barely noticed you.” she hummed, drumming her digits to her belly. “Here, let’s give you a look,” she said and shifted into a squat, cheeks prying apart around your head, which managing to shift outwards in the clasp of the cheeks, and peer out into the mirror. Even now, the buns would scrub the cusp of your nose were they sealed, just your body reduced to a head and a neck tucked away in the pursing, undulating collar of meat. The hills of booty blubber blocking you in, like a pearl in the maw of a tanned clam. 
	“I… f-fiI'm really.” 
	“You picked up on that, huh? gOtto admit, you shuffled up there like a champ. Coy, in fact, can you see my guts?” she asked and twisted, letting you glance up the cusp of her plush tummy, propped up with your legs. “You barely made a dent, baby~,” she cheered.
	The outline of your knees dipped into cones at the bottom of her tummy, a faint cleft stretched between your legs, despite them bunching up. Though, were you to go against her, would you be calling her fat if you agreed? 
	“Course, there is a bit of a bump,” she added and patted her gut, then gave it a swat -Schhtchs-. “But just you wait till I've got you comfortable.” 
	“How do yfou mean? Are yof oo… ofmm…,” you mumbled out. Her palms mushing and kneading down over her gut, massaging your legs through layers of bulk and blubber, moulding over your body, her touch amplified by the layers of her body, you felt your legs massaged and kneaded by mits woven of gummy snakes. Slowly tucking together tighter, as the flesh settled around you in a comforting cast. 
	“There we go,” -Dmmtbw- -Cbwbts- she pat her gut, the rippling claps reverberating like a submerged drum. “See, I would be impressed if anyone could pick you out as anything but, maybe an early pregnancy. hard to stuff a whole handsome boy up my butt without leaving a bit of ballast.” Their curves had really smoothed on the gut, still there, though, maybe just because you knew they were? 
	“Oh, yeah, you are right. So, what do you want me to do?” 
	She brushed down over your head, fingers coming through your locks. “I just need you to…” she said, then her palm came to rest on your skull, “stay put,” -Sflpfshths- she said with a shove, wedging your head back into the confines of the cheeks, chin rubbing up against the rugose outline of her brim, “mfms a, Mmm, and stay quiet, while around strangers. It would just be a hassle to explain my big boy butt plug to anyone curious.” She hummed and stood. -Clspptths- her buns coming to a rest, clamping and moulding in to cover your cheeks, a tuft of hair protruding from the cheeks around you, eyes just consumed by the blubber. 
	“Ooo, mm, look at that baby, you are doing so well already, are you even still back there?” She mused as she threaded on her panties. “Kidding, baby, mffs. Believe me, I would know if you weren't plugging up my exhaust pit~,” She mused as she shimmied up her panties, the yellow cotton fabric shimmying up Pho's cheeks, -Bfffbchs- brushing over your hair as the clothes overlapping the last trace of your form to meld with the rump, -Snntch- and as the brim snapped into place, you were barely a bump. 
	“Good boy, sneaky little boy you are, huh~?” She beamed and strutted off, wobbling a bit in her steps as she collected her clothes. 


 
-Fbbwfns- -Ffggshbbs- The buns bobbed in against your cheeks, a hoist of her hips raising one side and dipping the other, rolling your face in a clumsy embrace. With the panties cloaking you, the atmosphere of feminine musk lingered nearby, a distant, tropical tang of salted apricots in the distance. -Fjhgglbsh- bubbles and gurgles rippled along the body as she waddled on with you in tow, feeling the extent of her body enveloping you in a snug dampness. Soon, there was less recoils and rumbles, the motions became practised, and the cheeks rose and dipped in a succulent rhythm. 
	“Mfmwof, fmwpghsyouhgm?” You mumbled, muffled. 
	“Barely hear you down there. And it ain't gonna be easier once I finish dressing up, start flicking your toes if something’s the matter, won't you baby?” She said as she wedged her ass down the yoga pants, the protruded bottom sloughing over the brim of the pants as they trailed up, the dune of blubber rolling back until they slotted over her waist. Their hind smoothed under the layers of fabric… “Perish your worries, though, I've grown accustom to the extra weight already, it would take a while, though I suppose, you are barely any ballast to this bod of mine,” Pho mused as she snatched up her hairband in the hallway and bun’d up her hair, getting dressing. Tryphosa scoffed as she put on her jacked, the last layer obscuring you form the outside world. 
	“Butt,” she held on the syllable as she gave her ass a shake -Gbrllpgs- a rumble whipped in her gut as the blubber juggled over your head, “I've a busy day ahead of me, so, I will see you on the Otto end~.” She snickered, and headed out. 


~ 2 ~


-Fbwnfsh- The rumble of the cheeks compressing stirred around you. She had been sitting in her car for, a good while now, though the buns were tenderly propping up your chin, snuggled around your neck, keeping you up in the motions. Meanwhile, the sensation of your body was… growing distant. Everything below your neck bathed in a cacophony of flesh and bodily balm, suspended in stasis as if floating in the cradle of a jellyfish adrift on a still sea… only your head kept you grounded, each cheek a tactile, compacting reminder of reality, creeping in for a snuggle no matter your plies and wiggles. And the atmosphere… growing just a bit damper. 
	The car stopped. And the pressure eased on your head as she got up, and… another layer of clothing tacked on. 
	“Mfmwfm mwf?”
	“Shh, we're here now, don't worry, my mfms little butt worm, I'll just be overseeing this for a bit. Mm, you can stay quiet, right? Pf… who am I kidding, you can squirm as much as you want,” she huffed out as she straddled on a blue hardhat, “ain't like anyone is gonna hear you~.” 


Tryphosa waved into the construction site, the overalls allowing only a silhouette of her figure to be visible, and each bounding step -Sbbwgs- smushed her cheeks around your face. A constant murmur of vehicles, shouts, and shovels crafted a droning soundscape outside, but nothing as loud as the -Fcgrrnngs- grinds of the mottled cheeks around your head. 
	“Ey Tryphosa, we're following the blueprints' ad the lads are keeping up pace, to me.” 
	She smiled back to the coordinator. “Saying you can handle my job for me?” 
	“Course not,” he chuckled, and lead her to a table set up next to the pit they were digging, planks already beginning to outline the bottom. 
	“Whaddya think?” 
	“Hmm,” Tryphosa hummed, inspecting the worksite and comparing it to the sketches. She then, leans over the blueprints, jutting out her hips… -Spgllsh- the pose snagged the cheeks around you, layers of flab and cloth cocooning you taut enough to reflexively squirm, your head bumping against the taut pillowy mounds, as a tremor leapt through Pho's spine. 
	“Ffmpss,” she suckled down on her lips, masking the satisfaction with contemplation. 
	“That bad, huh?” 
	“Oh? Certainly we are progressing well, it is just crucial to remember to measure the support beams properly. If they aren't right, a lot of work's wasted~.” 
	“Right,” the man responded with vigour. 
	“Pho mused and wiggled her cheeks. “Because with a fmms, secure and sturdy, fmsm… foundation,” she began to mix her speech with mumbles, “you can keep anything, pinned,” she said with a -Fhgblgs- jostle of her hind, “In place, as looong as it needs it. And if you do it mfm, right, it will hold for years, and years…” She mused, gyrating her hips away from the other's peripheral vision, trapping your head in a cradle of kneads as she annunciated her intent.
	Your chest throbbed, beating in rhythm with the encompassing cocoon of velvet sinew. 


Over the next few hours, she moved around from place to place, hauling you along as she inspected the workplace, ensuring all was right, helping with measurements, constantly on her feet, slowly building beads of sweat inside the cocoon. The fruity, feminine brine soaked into your chin, an alluring, piquant aroma enthralling your mind to float along as the rest of your body. Swaying with her motions as her ass baked you into a steamy, blushing boy pudding. 
	“Mfmwpfmgmpgs.” you mumbled out. 
	“Hmm? Did you hear something?” 
	Tryphosa snickered, drooping of confidence despite the faint fluster, “Oh, I'm sure it was just something that didn't quite agree with me,” she said, jamming a palm in her overalls, and tugged on her panties. -Slfpsthths- The pull jerking your face down to your nose in the swelling girth of the pucker, -Slpghbthts- oscillating over your lips, massaging your nape. The rest of your moans, melding in with the buzz of the construction. 


~ 3 ~


The air… had cultivated into a damper musk, coalesced the flavours of salt and apricot cultivated together with trails of drooping sweat into a perfume of succulent, nearly sweet – preserved persimmons. -Sflpcth- -Crslspthts- you felt the trickle of it smear and daub as Pho swung her hind like a pendulum, off work, but eager to head somewhere… 
	“Oh, hey ladies.” Her call was greeted by friendly teases and cheers. 
	“Look who made it.” 
	“We've already got drinks.” 
	“Anything you'd like?” 
	“Girls, are we just gonna ignore the junk her trunk's packing?” 
	Pho snickered and pulled up a chair at the bar. “You know me, ladies,” she said, and planted her rump on the seat. 
	-Spflghtbghthsts- A cascade of blubber billowed over you, the pucker engorging to swallow your head, suckling in the damp concoction into the air to haul you into its source… devoured by the plump woman's ass… 
	“Mpfhfhsfms….” Pho huffed out be, inhaling through her teeth as -Sbfhwbgbs- her abdomen bulked up considerably, packing up under the jacket she was just about to pry off, now the only layer truly concealing the dome of your folded up body. Tucked away within. 
	All eyes were on her. She snickered, “Mmf, I just can't resist if a little sweet thing,” she said, patting her abdomen, “Fits just… right.” 
	“Geeze, for such a sweet tooth, I'd thought you'd be getting a hold of some arm candy by now.” Her friends joined her in a chuckle, as Pho sneakily rubbed down her tummy. “Mm, maybe not arm candy,” she whispered, “but I Otto consider you ass candy~.” 


~ 4 ~


“Phoaowaeoa…,” Pho huffed out as she waddled in over the threshold, closing the door to quickly button down her jacket. -Bghwllphgbs- her gut welled forth, spilling over every bit of space it could claim. Though, it was hard to imagine a whole person was couped up in there. “Phaa, that's better, baby, you did good today.” She huffed, and sauntered up to the bedroom.


Scaled down to just her panties, Tryphosa reclined back in your parents’s bed, laying on her side and teasingly tugging her tummy. “Was gonna bring you to my place, but this's a shorter walk,” she mumbled, and started to strain. 
	-Sflpchhts- -Cpshhlltcrh- The clasp of the cheeks rustled, the abdominal bulk siphoned downwards, as slowly, the meaty threshold bulbed, and peeled back over your emerging face, allowing your booty slobbered face a grace of fresh air. “You alright down there?” 
	“Phaa. ha… aa… yeah.” 
	“Good, I've been real on edge all day, just the way I like it, you lil' gentleman.” she snickered. “So, enjoyed your stay in my Otto end?” 
	“… yeah.” 
	“I know, you didn't signal me all day, even at the bar when you slipped in just mm, a tad more than intended. Bet you… didn't mind, right? You've been busting for a chance to get that close to my ass, hmm?” 
	Her voice was just, slightly tensed. You remained silent. 
	Pho leaned back, smacking her lips, trailing along the bloat you made. “You stayed so quiet to. Who could suspect I had such a good little plug filling my ass,” she trailed off, drumming her digits to the gut, just above your soles. 
	You begun to wriggle about, snickering in the tickles, which had Pho vibrate with you. “Mmfs. Pma… you look so cozy in your little summer home already. So… you do know that your parents, booked me for the summer?” 
	You gulped. And shifted, peeking up between her legs to see her, being met with a warm smile. One you returned. 


~ 5 ~


Pho lowered the blueprints ahead of her, and compared it to the building in the distance. A skeletal structure of planks, filled foundation, and, first floor planked; and walls beginning to rise. “Solid work so far, won't need me much longer.” 
	“Yeah', come a long way,” the coordinator nodded. 
	“Mmfmpghfgms,” Tryphosa huffed, jumping a bit as -Glpsghs- a wriggle sparked a gurgle which rustled through her abdomen.. 
	The coordinator peeked her way. 
	“You alright?” 
	“I'm fine, just got the hiccups~.” She held a strained smile. 
	“Huh… you've had the hiccups all summer.” 
	Her countenance relaxed, one palm sneaking back to pet at the faintest wiggling bump, sandwiched between her cheeks. “I sure have~.”