Buffed Threshold Limits
Part 2


Written by Septia.


The insulation of tightly woven lard and glutes-brawn enveloped Laiq's head. Viktor's broad pucker suckling around the brim of his face as he worked in to smooch and service the pucker with his tongue. The gentle pries and tugs of the clenching hind kneading calm through his face, which aided in contrast with the ache in his rear. 
	“Hhhggynng…” He wheezed and grunted out into the rear as his own were up to his limits, broadened around a goliath of a gutter fudge load wallowing its way through his dung chute. His brother ready and framed by this flanking cheeks to accept the bale, despite its lamppost girth straining his gullet alike. Bowels, to pucker, to lips, to throat; the squirming twins cloaked together in communal congestion. 
	Laiq cuddled his cheeks to the rugose brim, furrows clotted in spittle and musk grease buffering onto him. A hollowed growl coursed through his bowels, the boy starting to hear Laram's breathing pick up at his rear, the thought sprouting through his chest, prying his head out through the framework of Viktor's bubble butt with the choke of a cork plucked form a bottleneck. “Mmph pa… Phaa just mfm have to breathe,” Laiq puffed out, sitting back in the cough with Laram slipping free form his hind, Laiq's face glistening of lard clods clustered everywhere from his chin to his eyebrows. “By all means, take all the time you need,” Viktor said, stretching so his shoulder blade joints and popped together in a string of satisfying cracks… “Let me know whenever you want back in my ass.” 
	It was then that a hand groped into Viktor's cheek, “Don't mind if I take you up on that?” Laram brandished his dick behind Viktor, and standing up on his toes the purpled headed boy plugged his cock-head up Viktor's gaping hind. 
	“Gnnnrmnn…” the blonde winced, biting his lips. A squelch of buttercream congregated in the rein of his exhaust port as Laram's dick met the resistance of a truckload now constipated up the gorgeous rectum. 
	Laiq stared at his twin, who in turn – given a few moments – had his smile sloped to uncertainty. This wasn't exactly his role to fill, he'd just seen Viktor's ass free and claimed the opportunity. He peered up to Viktor, who looked back, brushing away his golden locks. 
	“How come you stopped? My ass not good enough for you?” 
	Laram's huffed away the uncertainty, and grasped the ass tighter. “It is. I was taken aback by how hot your pit feel around my cock,” Laram said with a wheeze, thrusting upwards to force his mast through the pit, – despite its spacious girth, Laram packed a full-pounder under his skirt. The brim squealed in a clench of polished meat as it spanned to its limits around the flag post dick. 
	“Fmmfmg sggnny…” He strained as the mast sloughed into the bulwark of sludge that had been destined for Laiq's face, now sledged back to engorge in a mammoth constipation plugging the blond giant's ass. Filth wading and wedging onwards in rhythm with Laram's laboured heaves; an extension of Laram's dick spiralling through Viktor's bowels. 
	“Ofofoms, ass-dick,” Viktor drudged out, panting through the building strain and sardonic ache flourishing in his bowels as Laram settled in, drawing Viktor down on his dick to settle into a rut of squats. Viktor's lats flexing fat with brawn in each squat, with a protrusion of Laram's under his abdominal making him drool in pleasure injected agony. 
	Laiq's cheeks flushed at the sight of Viktor doing reps on his brother, his hot breaths venting through his lips, plugged up as he bit down on his knuckle. And those thick, meaty pectorals dancing under the bends and stretches jostled like a water mattress full of tar. Were they bigger? The pillowing mounds bulked into a pair of car hulls. Laiq caught himself drooling on his fist. The boy leapt up and clung to Viktor's chest, finding footing on the abdominal boulders and clinging to hook his hands into the canyons between pectorals. His nipples had blossomed as wide as his head, he couldn't get his fist around it and protruding from the areola was the tin can thick teat, sloped down like a second congenital dong. Laiq lips trembled before he dove in to slather the teat in his saliva, lapping from the pec up the base and along the thick joystick. Struggling to fit his lips over the end tip as it kept pulsating and sloughing past his maw. 
	“Ghgns apah heck mfns oh fmsm balls,” Viktor wheezed with his tongue slopping free, his calves tensed to thick bowling pins as Laram hauled him down to spit roast his ass. 
	Laiq kept trying, gnawing at the teat to get enough grip to suck it down. Though as the tried it only elongated, morphing wider like the arm of a regenerating seastar. Until the nipple began to bulge. The base inflated, and added padding to the tin can of a teat, it spread, the bulges migrating upwards with a sloppy squirm through the musculature. Laiq reeled his head back as the bump reached the tip, and through the pinched pink pit pierced a portly pillar. 
	“Is that… a bug?” An equally pink jumble of plush flesh, a grub the girth of a roll of paper towels winding its head through and observing Laiq with a polished, eye-less face plate. 
	“H-hey, buddy,” Laiq stammered, his mind steaming in the residual sweaty steam of lovemaking radiating from his brother and neighbour, leaving sparse room to make sense of the grub. Aside from how it mimicked Viktor's nipple: its hue, its texture, its rounded sleek segments, the liquid jostle of its body, making him wonder if it felt like it… Laiq leaned in, resting his forehead to the plastine, rubbery pouch of a worm, a jolt surging through his spine. 
	“Mnfhaaaa,” he sighed, and opened his maw just enough for the grub to take the opportunity. 
	“Oogmpg-gmsohp,” Laiq's gob clogged up with the maggot, wedging its solid face plate through his lips and engorging the boy's maw with its chubby body… Laiq's airflow congested, straining and twisting his head back to pry it out. All in vain for the limber, articulated form to mould with his motions. Laiq's heart rate kicked up, emotions tearing through his thought patterns as air grew sparse, choking on Viktor's thick… juicy… teat worm. The back of his throat tickled with excitement, expanding under strenuous pressure to allow the snaking mound of saggy flesh to pack down his swelling gullet. Laiq pushed himself forwards, swallowing with guttural clenches of his lungs that rippled all the way through to his suspender’ snagged pillowy pecs. He had realised the grub had given him a bridge to Viktor's fat nipples. The slimy slither of maggot ointment smeared beneath his lips as Laiq desperately choked down the mawful, lips sparred and wrapping down its booty until it merged with the teat, wading over the hump of flesh and fitting it to the pool noodle of a nipple down his gullet. Sprinkles of drool cast in arcs from his lips as he gargled down the nipple, pupils rolling into the back of his head with cheeks flushing purple. Laiq's cheeks and neck ballooning around the teat, a muffled squeal of excitement smothered beneath insulating layers of nipple, skin, and worming bugs. The twin nursing and jabbing his head up and down the nipple, feeding the grub through and siphoning in faint huffs of air as the teat slimmed with the grub nestled in his gut, and protruding in a malforming coil down his abdominal before it swelled once more. 
	“Mmgngf… mfmfs…” Laram huffed out, grunting as his dick tore into Viktor's ass and packed an ever growing mountain of dung through the bowels. Sweat drooling down his cheeks. “Mmfgh, Viktor, get down on all fours for me, I wanna mmg, go all in.” 
	“Mmgns, Ah gmgs aah payees,” Viktor whistled the last syllable through his teeth. throwing up his arms in the squat and bracing them against his hips, to then double over and slam his palms into the ground – the linoleum treated wooden flooring bending like putty to gouges and craters beneath his digits and later knees knocking down – muscles quaking in the aftershock whilst he presented himself like a good dog. 
	“Dick yeah…,” Laram grunted and smacked his knuckles into Viktor's ass, kneading the beach ball bubble butt to divot under his fists before, trawling his dick out though the brim to the tone of dredging through a swamp, the avalanche of manure not far behind, before Laram pistoned back, ramming his crotch into Viktor's cheeks and digging his dick through the thick rump, worming through the sludge caking around his cock and bolstering its girth to leave Viktor squealing like a pig. 
	“Mnf, I'm gonna hammer your ass, fmms, its so hot, your muck's strangling my dick,” Laiq heaved out as he dunked his hips into Viktor's rear, their faces contorting into shrill grimaces of pleasure. Viktor's breaths so sudden and dense that he inhaled mouthfuls of snot, saliva, and tears along with each hump. His bowels splayed broad as the onslaught of mulch was stirred and battered by Laram's dick, sloughing along the hammering baton of meat to drool free along the cusp of Viktor's pucker and Laram's mast, bolstering the girth at the base of Laram's cock as more steaming clay plastered along his shaft. The groans and moans and cries of passion muddled together with the ambiance of threading through a wet marsh. 
	Laiq was tossed to the ground as Viktor knelt down, his head knocked back off the teat to hoist out the thick maggot he was nursing, dislodging to squirm and flap from his maw. Though by now he had practice, guzzling the tit-bug down within to squash down his throat. Laiq's six-pack was barely keeping his gut in shape, as they sagged forth around the clutch the sack of grub writhed within. 
	He coughed so his vocal cords strummed, gasping in liters of air tainted in their saline must. Finding himself in the middle of the two again. Though soon, his eyes caught note of the next obstacle to surmount: Viktor's cock, honing and throbbing along with his brother's mounting thrusts. Laiq wiping the drool out off of his cheeks and crawling towards it, entranced by the pillar of sinew and its rhythm of heaves. His jaw hanging open, massaging his lips as he approached, and catching it with both hands. He was drawn back and forth by its shoves, but leaned into the motions to clasp his lips over the tip of the cockhead… 
	Laiq clung to the dick pole like a master assaulting a carrot, cheeks protruding to and fro with the swaying whims of the jumbo-sized sausage. Despite his practice the tear the dick made at the edges of his lips stung in hot embers of passion, though it only had the boy throw himself into it with more vigour. Both hands clasping down on the floor mimicking Viktor, anchoring him in place and letting the mast piston into his maw. Despite how it splayed his throat and flattened his tongue, he had to taste the cultivated brine and rich musk emanating from Viktor's manhood. Laiq's eyes rolled back enough to hide all but a sliver of his pupils, leaving the guise of the picture of possession. 
	“Fmmgh,” Viktor grunted, heaving and panting as his chest fluttered, muscles reverberating like bass drums. 
	Laram winced and suckedreaths through his teeth, up to his knees in hills of cock crushed colon chocolate with his shaft unearthing and burrowing through the manure clogged rectum. The heat and pressure baking his sausage in the nougat forge. “Amng hamffns, gghonns… hgmg,” he wheezed through tensed breath before a pang of relief bolted through his spine. His dick manifesting his physical lust into Viktor's clogged ass, injecting the mountain of mulch with rich cream spunk, mingling through the fissures and sprouting back out Viktor's ass in arcs of not milk. 
	“Mfm fafmgpghs…” Viktor heaved and gasped, slamming his fist through the floor and tilting over so his right peck pancaked the ground, the crunch of wooden fibre echoing in their chorus of moans. “Mamf, goncummminng,” he hissed… 
	Laiq watching as Viktor's dick jostled, the bar-stool dick thrashing and his balls contracting as the shaft begun to engorge his face clinging to the brief gaps his lips had as they shifted to a smile as the orgasm hit. Though what entered his moistened maw was not a uniform slurry, but a cavalcade of gellated globs. With a texture of melting polymer which filled his cheeks and recoiled throughout his maw like bouncy balls in a drier. In sheer shock Laiq swallowed a mouthful and then hurl it back up, projecting the contents of his mouth back onto the dick in a waterfall of white. They saw them wriggling. Every gelatinous glob was swimming down the dick and flopping on the floor with their tails wagging in the air, sperm the size of squirrels and fat as toads all cascading out of his maw to drape over every dry part of his body. The surprise plaguing Laiq with hiccups that sent a few stragglers to clog up his gullet. 
	“Mfmms han-fsn hang on…” Viktor heaved and grasped his dick, constraining the flood, the pleasure working against him. The throes of lust thrashed through him in jolts that had his biceps and calves rippling like a sea of jelly. He gathered his breath, but wouldn't stop panting, keeping up his excitement. 
	“Ifmfs fspah, have to,” he wheezed out through his teeth, possessed by a higher desire, “have to… give you, your fair share,” Viktor huffed out to the dazed Laiq, leaning over to plant his lips to the boy, and scooping him up as he stood, holding him taut to this truck tire chest, and lingering just above his dick… 
	“Mfpsha ahah y-yeah… y-yes, I need it, I need you to plough me raw,” Laiq pleaded, coughing up a slurry of cum and maggots guts past Viktor's lips. Viktor only growled in reply.
	Laram was left on the floor, sloughed back in a throne of manure and cum with his dick limp coughing up clogs of slime. Until he saw Laiq's perched atop Viktor's dick, and heard the shriek as his bro begun to screw himself down on the buff blonde’s dick. Laiq’s glutes plied apart with a stretch of the baton of skin grinding through and warping his buns. He was stretched taut enough to see his coccyx and the beginnings of his spine amidst the cluster of shredded musculature. Laram's dick twitched into action, stiffening as he huffed through his nostrils, working down on his dick as Viktor begun to spear through his brother.


“Hfnngs, nghwhg phaha,” Laiq huffed out between groans as his brim accepted the monstrous dick, his ass set to take in a fire-hydrant's worth of dick already splaying his gut through the oval dome pushing his abs flat and milling the squirms of the maggots. 
	“Ahafmmaa, can't take it.” 
	“Fmsm, think I am gonna stop now?” 
	“H-heck no, spear me with that boa.” The force of the column engorged his gut bloated, sagging forwards as his toned abs were melded flat to the muddled contours of Viktor's dick. 
	Viktor began kneading and rubbing down along Laiq's side to ease them down his mast, pegging him with the hard erection ploughing past Laiq's guts. Guiding his dock deeper through Laiq’s squeals. 
	Laram's breath ramped up as Laiq came down to rest a head's height from the base of Viktor's dick… which is when the blonde braced, and flexed into a strongman pose, buffing out his chest and arching up his crotch to ram the shaft up through Laiq. In the haggard motion slapping the boy against the squared truck tires of his pecs. 
	“Mmfhgsh aawh,” Laiq wheezed in pain, yet suckled up the savoury saliva through his teeth, bobbing down on Viktor's mast in rhythm with Viktor's buffing flexes. His draped wide brim scooching up and down the mast in the jolting congregation of meat. 
	“Mpghs aaah, screw that cock up me haaaard,” Laiq screamed as Viktor kept bouncing him on his dick with the force of budding muscles, pounding the bouncy boy raw, Laiq's arms flailing with the agency of a rag doll as the meat dunked through his ass. Warping his abdomen in the sprawling heaves of Viktor's man meat.
	“Just a little mfsfmgs…” Viktor hissed, grabbing Laiq's ass tight and threading him further, yet further, the bulge of his dick pushing up between Laiq's pecs as a third breast… Before the tension bust. Viktor howled as his dick plumped. An onslaught of cum erupted, forcing Laiq's frame to rise up the shaft like a water rocket, until the flood found his gut to settle within. 
	Laiq's abdomen warping and distending as if a bundle of balloon animals was unleashed into his gut. Bubbling domes of gigantic sperm bounced through his gut as it inflated past the breadth of his body, spanning the volume till his sagging abdomen invoked the guise of a stove wrapped in skin. Thick balm drooled through his asshole, puttering in the displacement of liquids swelling his middle, writhing in the squirms of a company of sperm tadpoles swirling through his guts. Snaps rung out as the straps to his overalls gave in and burst, anchoring the bulk of his gut to floor and mould up against Viktor's solid abdominals, the inflated sack of flesh gracing along the bottom of the giant’s chest. 
	Laiq's head laid splayed, arched back and panting with a rugged quake to this breath. His limbs twitched, twisting in ways joints weren't designed for. His drool a ghostly hue of Viktor's lust milk. Passed out with pleasure still painted across his face.
	Viktor gasped, inhaling a breath as if he had just breached the surface from a dive. His head tilting back, staring up at the ceiling as his fists clenched taut around Laiq’s frame, tugging at the limp boy, milking his dick with the exhausted sack of flesh. Then, he arched forwards, teeth clenched in a clack that pierced the room. His eyes sparked, biceps tensing. Viktor’s whole body reverberated in a flex. Eyelids twitching, he turned to Laram. “W-we… I… Owe you…we… didn't finished…,” he huffed, his breath laboured, but his tone sharp. 
	Laram stood, aching to get a chance to ride Viktor now that Laiq had gotten mounted. But, as the blond giant approached, his eyes went right through him. His smile started to tremble. “Hey, Viktor, Laiq is still-.” Viktor interrupted him by grasping onto his shoulder, flipping Laram around to expose his ass.  Dread injected into his veins, as he understood Viktor had set his mind to rail him, but had no intention of releasing his twin.


The mesmerizing lull of satisfaction, fractured like a stained glass window. Laram felt his brother's head jammed into his ass, with the backing force of Viktor's shaft, still deeply embedded in the boy. 
	“W-wai wait, fmmfhghag ghyyaa, wait stop,” Laram burst out. Every nerve in his pucker contorted to accommodate Laiq's knocked out, ghatly smiling face. He doubled over in torching ache, as his brim was cleaved by the breath of Laiq's shoulders, wedging through this hind. Tears streaming down Laram's face as he clawed along the walls for a grip, but was hoisted up by Viktor in a frenzied arch, where gravity plunged his splayed ass to rest on Laiq's buffed pecs. In the chaos, Laram felt the sound of his coccyx crumbling. 
	“Come o-ooon,” Viktor squealed at the top of his lungs, “we know you can f-ff… fit it.” 
	Laram clawed at his face, as his legs were spread aside, raising his skirt with the sheer girth of Laiq's chest grinding through is rectum. 
	“Msfs, h-he c-can’t ma-make it, I-I…,” Laram pleaded, “I don’t k-know if I w-will. D-don't d-don't kill himfaafh…,” his appeals were quenched as Viktor hammered into him. Laram cried out as his insides were discombobulated by the forceful introduction of Laiq’s buff physique, warping and contorting his bowels beyond reproach and swelling out his abdomen in a parody of the squirming figure. Fluids welled forth in the doubled stuffed pit, as Laiq's stomach bobbed against Laram's ass and the straining rear struggled to contain the brother buffed bowel buster. It felt like trying to cram a fridge up his ass.
	“Mmff mgssmj.” Sounds… Laiq had come to, and his muffled groans warped and vibrated through a sprawling balloon of a gut, sloughing and tearing through sinew and brawn like a sledgehammer through butter. A guttural gurgle roiled through Laiq's stomach as it begun to siphon up into Laram's canyon with the rutting of Viktor's tower. 
	“Please. Fms pl-please,” Laram whimpered, gnawing on his lips as the obsessed ogre bound his dick through both twins. More and more of Laiq's gut crammed in, swelling out Laram's crotch and gut, the skin melding together into one big beanbag of flesh, where the writhing of sperm could still be discerned under the layers of skin. 
	“P-pfl… please…” he panted, vocal chords strummed taut and quaking beneath the pressure, his rear contorting over his brother's sperm squirming belly. 
	“Pl-please…p-pl…” he mouthed, eyelids twitching and pupils rolling to the back of his head, just as Laiq's erection snuck into his ass, with the rest of the cum inflated gut mattress. 
	“Pleeease m-mooorrre,” Laram squealed in a throes of pleasure, relishing the carnal desires and plaguing his mind with an ecstatic insanity. His distress relenting to the magnifying pressure deluging throughout his being. 
	“Give mee… hism, give meeea…” Laram shrieked, his voice ringing over the cacophony of mulching flesh, polishing perspiration and languid ploughs from the beast of a dick below. His whole body jostling like a pregnant condom over Viktor's mast, their snarling groans and cries melding together into a chorus of pleasure following the beat of a sledgehammer. The twin's ass sprawled to the breadth of a chimney, as a the last stretch of Laiq's legs tangled and packed into him under Viktor's ruthless pounding… 


The world froze, subsumed by a higher presence. Laram lived through weeks of that one moment, when Viktor's climax detonated in his malformed guts. Feeling an army of toad thick sperms launch and drum against his taut gut like the skin of a drum, and feeling the fountain of pink ointment and mouthfuls of spermatos cascading through his maw, and the emotions rupturing through every nerve in his body. The skirt's seams tearing, tearing more, the seams coming undone, and revealing the drapes off as a mantle to the boy's raging erection. The content of his gut – be it his own or otherwise – pulping in throes of satin pleasure. As every stretch of his self, became a container for gluey, rich, boy batter.


~ 1 ~


The house went quiet. Words forgotten. The two laid aback, splayed in a pile of limbs and a pooling lake of slop. Isolating them on an island of their own debauchery and desires… Body, mind, and cum spent and drained. They remained until the night, when Laram would fall into slumber, his face caked in Viktor’s, and his own, clotted lust.