Adrian's Hiking Stroll


Written by Septia.


-Bwxxrrtzz- With a crackle of converging light the screen flickered on. A face came into focus from the camouflage of the surrounding blur of light. Dirty blond hair flapped down as the camera drone was offloaded onto the forest floor. 


	“Hey hotties,” Adrian announced, focus hinging on a hefty pair of mountaineering boots that grounded the temple of a man. 
	“Thought you might miss me during my trip. Ain't much to do about it, but I could let you tag along for the day, just an average day, nothing special. Just gonna hike up mt. manifesto, maybe we can squeeze some juiciness outta it?” Adrian said as the drone rose to capture his visage: From the rock hard calves building up his thighs which were exploding under the dukes pinching his hamstring, his third leg wedged out into the open, strapped to the vicinity of his left quads by the fragile fabric constituting his underwear. Upon this laid the brickwork of his abs, protruding in its formation and bare to the elements. Higher still the tree of muscles swelled out into the crown that was his pectoral majority. A crop top that was withering in a crusty texture as it attempted to choke back the magnitude of his chest, a creaking of rubber from the sun-tanned skin aching beneath the top; adding to the symphony of nature backed by the whistling leaves. 
	“Course, if you were to blow a kiss at the screen, I should throw the feed back in about ten seconds and, give it a few loops for ya, just in case,” Adrian smirked. He chugged down the last drops from his hydration unit, and took the clip to the sides of his dukes. Fiddling to wedge the hook under the fabric, though his obliques pumped up and thrust it away each time he got close.
	“Just… a… mfm…,” he huffed, straining to hold back his muscles, prying the hook under the dune of brawn… and clicked it in place. “That's it.” 
	As soon as he let go, a pump of shredded beef swelled through his muscles: oblique and medius glutes pinching together over the hook in a shriek of grated, steam pressed metal. “As long as it sticks,” Adrian quipped, starting off in a light jog through the rough terrain. 


With small steps in the pace Adrian's glutes were set off in a jog of their own; finite toned blubber rounding out the weave of brawn, trading off upholstered by a square of factory packed minced-meat and relinquished to a dainty jostle as the uneven terrain and pace attempted to disturb the statuesque glutes. Only an occasional bead of sweat spotting the firm hind. 
	“Phoeo, rigth, path veers off here back to the valley trail, but, we're headed for nothing but the top,” Adrian said, whipping back his hair. “We got some steepness to clear,” he hummed and looked up the overarching hillside. The hunk pivoting to a ponderosa pine tree which was growing close by the drop off, rubbing his hands together, and slamming his ass back to the trunk. A crumble of bark wrung through the air as the steel buns masticated onto the trunk, every vibration in the aftershock sprouting through the ground pinning the tree's roots. 
	“Tight, we gonna do this, just need a bit of a protein boost…” Adrian's hand roams along the dirt-wall sandwiching him against the tree. Finding a thick maggot retreating into a tunnel his palms dig into the earth, ladling up a dirt clod dripping in gravel that he slams into his open maw. Crumbles of wet mud squeal by his cheek as the buff hiker keeps his maw pried, wringing his lips over the fist sized hunk of dirt in one contouring swallow, despite the confetti of dirt speckling his chest. 
	“Bit of dirt clears the stomach,” he mumbles out through the clod and tense. His hind muscles flex up and tear, buffering into the trunks's skin as he steadied himself to the dirt wall… and hauls himself up.  His pecs dug into the root bound snags of dirt and rocks ahead, moulding an impression of the bulbous pecs under the straining top. Whilst on the other end his rear flexes and pinches tight over the ponderosa pine, anchoring him in place between thrusts to heave himself up, all in coordination with a rhythm of taut glutes flexing and scooching onwards. As he ascends Adrian's rear crumples the bark, it subsumes to the a concert of bulldozed matchboxes. Front to back, Adrian's body left its mark on the surroundings. One meter, two meters, four meters cleared, and by the firth, his pecs burgeoned up through the cliff side, ploughing the dirt in their expansion and anchoring him in place, clouds of dust and splintered tree skin rousing around him as he clamours up, pulling himself up and over the cliff. 
	“Mfoofph, The a phaa, wasntt'a a match for my ass, I'll tell you,” he toted, peering back to the indented dirt-wall and stripped tree marking the cleft he's traversed, the sparks of tense wood flourishing in a  boiling groan of old bark as the tree tipped backwards from the concentrated effort enforced on it, tipping over to lounge back in the embrace of tree-crowns behind it, snapping branches in a cavalcade of cracks before coming to a rest. 
	“What did a-a.aah-aah-fpstohto-” he sneezed over the lens as it came in for a close up. The grub clinging to the lens along with dollops of snot infused spittle. 
	“Oohey there, can't lose out on my fuel here, lil bud,” he addressed the maggot as he wipes off the lens, jabbing the grub into his nostrils. With a squelch of cake frosting, “Fmfmgrrrwmfwta-” a snort slurps up the wriggling tube in a slobber of snot, followed by a gulp accentuated down Adrian's neck. “Aaah,” he sighs, wiping off the remaining snot on the tatters of a crop top torn into by gravel and rock-wall on the scale up, gumming into his chest, whose aorta’s had swollen to peek from beneath the top. Launching off, he was back on the trek up the mountain. 


~ 1 ~


Adrian advanced through the precipitous cliff-face in long treds. Each step hoisting his manhood to clap back into this thigh. The further he ventured, the wetter each clap rung, sweat pooling along his legs and shaft to matte the thumps of his meat as if it was wrapped in fresh seaweed. After an hour of marching, climbing and scurrying through the wood-works Adrian's body was moist. Thick pearls of perspiration wandering through this abdominals and drooling over his shaft like bullets of gelatine. 
	The hiker took a moment to unstrap his Hydration unit and scoop the metal brim over the sweat, collecting the waxy brine drool across his body to dripple with a chunky splatter down the bottle. “Gotta keep hydrated,” Adrian instructed, gelatinous sweat mired with the scraps, dustings of dirt, milled leaves and pine needles, the cloudy fluid growing tainted with a rustic, terracotta from the filth: Adrian shook the bottle so the collected fluid slourched and churned within, about a quarter full. He weaved through his blond locks, wringing out the grease and sweat trapped in the bundles of his hair to squat with the rest of the fluids. Still unsatisfied, he snapped it back on his side. “If the well's run dry, we gotta keep pumpin,” he smirked. 
	Facing steeper terrain, overgrown with sprig tree saplings, corrupting the ground in a wheat field of wooden needles. Adrian started to shimmy through it sideways. Cracks and snaps of young sprigs worming in sways through the air as Adrian strongmanned through the labyrinth of twigs. Pectorals dented and groped with gnarled fingers of wild wood and moss, dents and pocks forming as little craters of skin around the twigs and stumps drawn across his chest. 
	“Mmgs, getting a bit handsey now, but who could blame em,” Adrian scoffed, putting out his chest to grind against the youngling trees, pumping up his ballooning muscles in flexes that bend the young wood. He wrapped his arm around an embrace of young trees,  bringing them close to his chest, embedded in brawn before tensing, the supple skin solidifying to hunks of titanium, fracturing the green wood into toothpicks toppling over the ground before him, clearing up space to traverse through the clumping dregs: Sticks and branches ripping into the dirt, and moss encrusting his crop top as he wormed himself through, pumping his chest forwards to bare open a path through the expanse. Below the sparse coverage of cloth his nipples pulsated, following the grunts of stimulation as he drove through the cluster, “Mumps, ooch yeah, that all you have? Was just getting warmed up.” 
	“Phaa, hfmmsm phaa…” Adrian huffed out as he came to a cliff, “just a mmf, second,” he huffed out and tugged at his rear, squeezing his arm past the steel cheeks to haul out a grappling hook – its hooks dulled somewhat against his rectum – and a length of rope gliding out of him with a squelch of congealed chocolate mousse. The hook was thrown past the edge of the cliff, up into a branch over the mesa. But on the first pull it was tugged down, hauling back a chunk of wood that landed in Adrian's embrace. A bird’s nesting box, its crevices infested in moss and wood dampened by weather… 
	“Didn't expect to get bite, think there's anything inside?” he said and knocked on the wood, before cramming it in between his pecs. At rest the mass moulded along the sharp-nailed frame of the bird house, sinking it in to the quicksand of his bubble pecs. “Lets check it out,” he huffed, standing in a strongman and grunting as his pecs strained against the wooden structure, gradually warping over it and shaking the hollowed home in the ham sandwich. Adrian huffed, grunted, and clenched his teeth in frustration. Then suddenly it stopped all at once, lips curling to a smirk and giving the camera a wink. All in one smooth motion his pectoral bouncy castle of brawn was unleashed, chest buffing up over the nesting box and clamped shut to a cacophony of bursting wood, the structure subsumed by the bulwark's bulk and granulated under rough crunches, accompanied by a humid squelch muted under the brawn. A stream of crimson erupted out from the recesses of his pectorals, trickling over his abdominals. He unlatched the bottle to position it at his abs, collecting the deluge of translucent phlegm interspersed with eggshells and yellowed yolk, the cocktail of splintered grime pouring down the bottle to clump together in the melange of muck. “Just gotta, wring out every last fmms, drop,” he huffed, swaying his body to protrude one pec at time, the grind of a millstone accentuated with rubber working its way under the pumping bundles of brawns. Adrian tugging at his nipples one at a time in between the grind, coaxing the limp slabs to protrude and throb with tension and excitement, swelling the teats in his grasp. “Mmfs, aww heck”, he huffed out, moaning out as he sluggishly snapped the bottle back on its hook, both free hands groping into his pecs, thick brawn burgeoning up between the grasp of his digits like mushrooms on steroids. 
	A rumble of grime wriggled through the massage of the tectonic pec plates, and a pellet of rubbery wood and gelated urate oozed out of from between Adrian's bust in a log of a pellet – passing for a moist, fallen branch were it not for the contorted nails jutting out of its marred texture. 
	“Mgms that's a gnarly warm up for these bad boys, they love appetizers before a show, … fmsm, but I think,” Adrian mused as he cupped and worked his bust together, nipples blooming out of his grasp and slapping into his chest in a flutter of an excited tail. “But I think we were busy scaling this cliff, you bad boys ready?” Adrian huffed, throwing the hook once more to catch around a few boulders. The hiker threaded the rope between his bulbous pecs, and wound it under his crotch to plummet the end of the rope through the cleft of his posterior and anchoring it in his rectum. 
	He wrapped his arms back around his head, leaning back relaxed as his pecs clutched the rope. “This'd be a goof time to, get your reps in with me,” Adrian mused and tensed his body in a rattled in tissue. His right pec flexed upwards, tugging on the rope, clamping it shut, the other followed suit. Through gritted teeth and venting grunts Adrian hoisted himself up along the rope with the protruding flexes of his pecs; abs and rectum clasping the rope tight between hauls, with the rectum reeling in any loose stretching coil it was afforded. He leveraged himself upwards, short stretches at a time, swaying along with the pronounced motions of his chest, clinging to the rope and plastering against the dirty rock cliff. In each sway his deltoids dug into the patches of soft dirt for leverage, reeled himself up, a slithering shimmy of mucus rattling from his cheeks as they devoured the damp chord, warping his skin over boulders and outcroppings as showers of earth and roots wound and dusted off across his body. His dick grinding into the wall, speckled with dirt, throbbing at the jerking motions stopping and starting in the pectoral clumps. His balls throbbing at every other pull, bolstering in girth, drooping out the right end of the dukes. Rivers of sweat clogged with dirt drawn from the wall into a fresh brewed mud redolent of spiced brine and musk. The mud caking over the orbs in a granular sludge, cracking and spreading into a tessellated pattern as the balls kept growing underneath. -Cllpthsta- His cock suddenly wedged into a gouge in the rock-wall, protruding with roots and vines. 
	“Mfngsa, what we got here, anyone in there?” Adrian huffed out as she gyrated his hips to the wall, just a couple of meters from the top. “Knock, knock,” he huffed out as he thrust into the walls, mounting the mountain. “Mmfsm ooh yes there are,” he huffed out, his palms kneading his pecs, A moment of lapsing focus sure to send him plummeting, but the crawling trickle down towards his cock was irresistible to take advantage off. Weaving his digits through the chain mail weave of raw beef. “Mmfs, fireants, and a lot of them, seems they wanna expand their colony down my dick hole,” he huffed out, wringing and screwing his shaft deeper, disfiguring the surrounding wall of soil, shaft pumping and bloating to split cracks along the seam of the surrounding pit. He kept humping into the wall, the rope trembling in the grasp of his pecs, grinding on the same stretch of rope beginning to unwind its frayed. 
	“Mmfs, and. Fsms, whup…” he huffed out, -his shaft stiffened as a diammond, arching down to hoist Adrian upwards, the top of the cock carving through the wall as it wrenched him half a meter up the rope, a swarm of arthropods crawling out of the expanded pit and draping down and into the hiker's mast, whilst he pulleyed himself up higher, over the crown of the cliff. -Clslpttha- His cock and balls slouching over the edge and weighing him down to the ground, cratering the earth, before heaving himself standing. “Pmfmsmp aphaa. Cleared it, fpsaho…” Adrian huffed out, tugging down the whole branch the hook had latched onto, stepping over it as the contraction of his ass hauled in the rope. 
	“We're up on a plateau now, should even out until we get closer to the peak, but phew, that really drained my fluids,” Adrian huffed with a sly grin, grinding his cock in jerks and popped his tiny carapace companions along his mast, his mast drooling a cocktail of ant laciacid, pre and piss into his hydration unit – its contents closer resembling a porridge than a fluid at this junction. He scraped the brim along his balls, scooping up sweat infused mud to top of the whole bottle cap, hoisting it towards the camera before chugging. -Cgllggpg- -Glgmpgsgha- The charbroil of air displaced in his throat by the concoction closely resembled finely churned butter, great dollops of the salted, egg yolk mire drooling down his chin like a moustache, his neck bloating out before the gunk sunk under the plains of portly pecs. 
	“Paaa,” -Houraarahplp- Adrian belched up a small scattershot of dirt and refuse, juggling the bottle in one hand. “That's damn ass refreshing,” he cooed like a commercial, then went to attach the bottle, only to see the hook pinched off. In two. He peered back at his ass, the hook just about wedging in with the branch alongside it with the hook as wide as his fist, but the branch the girth of a cantaloupe. “Mfmmgpgh fpga…” Adrian huffed, winging and groaning as he tried to wedge his hind over the branch. “Come on, come mmc non…” he huffed out, then started to chuckle. “Come on, seriously, as if this is any, they really aren't trying,” he said. His cheeks spread wider, pucker warping over the trunk of the branch, trawling down the wood before snapping into it with a flick of his thighs, a crack cleaving the branch in twain, and stuffing the top of the bottle up against the branch, fitting into the metal orifice. 
	“Got myself, a new cork, and for the bottle too…” He scoffed, and wedged the branch-clogged thermos deeper, funnelled into his bowels with a sleek draping of muddy mire. His star winking over the sheen of the metal before the meat curtain clasped shut. Adrian huffed in satisfaction, dusting off his arms and wringing them in tight most moscular pose, “always room for one more,” he huffed, his pecs ballooned to the width of a couch cushion stapled to his ornate sculpt of a body, and nipples drooping down, each as thick as a bottle, and both drooling in sweat. 
	“We've past halfway, I'll see you at the peak, right? Lest you already blew it,” Adrian mused and draped his arms down his chest after scrubbing off the filth from his maw, setting off through the plateaued woodlands. 


~ 2 ~


Adrian's breath kept pace with this momentum. In the melange of ruptured attire and clusters of forest debris his dick drummed against his thighs where before the underwear had rested – somewhat – restricted its contours, grinding through branches and cliff faces left little to restrain the pole's path. The litre bottle worth of cock meat clapped from thigh to thigh as it sprung up with Adrian's leaps, whipping up puffs of dust and painting outlines of its shape in sweat-based earthen ink… Along for the ride were the splinter colony of fireants, crowding at the pit on the fat head or skittering across its length. 
	Adrian's pecs juggling in protruding thrusts, bruise marks weathered as after-images on the engorged plain of brawn, a pair of beefcakes stuffed to the brim. His nipples jostled along, each one passed a soda can in length, and nearly as thick, flicking dollops of sweat across his path. Adrian caught his breath and took rest against a tree, peering down at his shaft as the drone went in for a close up. “Ever had ant's on a log?” Adrian mused and moistened his lips, “Don't knock it till you try,” he said with a light huff. 
	Adrian produced a sound, a mutation of an inhale and contracted throat muscles. He grasped the drone and pointed it further ahead. Camouflaged by the sprawling roots of the cliffsides's leaf trees, laid something brown, fluffy, and massive,  “Maybe I'll pick up a local.” Crawling closer, the shape grew further distinct: a fuzzy, regal chestnut coat, a stubby tail, and further down, a crown of sprawling ivory. An elk buck… Slumped over, still, and the closer he came, the more rotten patches of hide made themselves known. 
	“Thought I saw it movin-.” 
	A growl rattled the branches, as a figure of a darker, umber coat rose behind the moose, ursine stepping up on its hind legs. 
	“Oh, we do got some company, that explains it. Come now, nice teddy, good teddy,” Adrian cooed, keeping himself low to the ground. 
	The bear recoiled. Then pounced in a thunderous howl, knocking aside the drone as the two-ton bear pounced the hiker. 
	“Whoa easy aa,” Adrian cried out whilst the recorder drone shifted between the trees, re-calibrating. 
	Adrian’s cries reverberated, peeling along the growls of the ursine. Their pitch, gradually wavering, and flowing into moans. 
	“Mfmfn, harder than that, teddy. I can still feel my hamstrings, and I've been on my feet since dawn,” Adrian huffed as his body was swept across the ground, his chest ensuring enough support to elevate his head far form the ground even as the bear mounted him in ruthless slams… “If you're not gonna mgm, give it your all, I'm not gonna give back your dick~” Adrian mused as his steel buns pinched with a flex, clamping down on the bear's beasthood and coercing the wild animal to indulge. 
	By the time the drone honed in on Adrian's position, the hiker had doubled over the ursine attacker, kneading his pecs to bulldoze the carpet of fur before them as he pounded the fluffy rear. Each strand in its path folding under the avalanche of bulk, squirting with an overflow of spunk as he took his turn mounting the forest brute. “Mmfsp mpfsh mfm, s phaa…” Adrian's moans were joined by beastly growls as he returned the ursine's favour right in the kisser. 
	“Phoo mm ooh yeah, oh?” Adrian said looking right at the camera, “Can't a cous dudes just get a bit of privacy?” 


With a streak of pearly white trailing below this tail, the bear shuffled off into the woods. 
	“Call me, I'll be sure to bring along a few friends next time,” Adrian snickered to the camera. Then clapped his hands together. “But now… our prize…” he shuffled down beside the buck, and brushed away a coating of leaves and debris scattered across its form. Judging the eye sockets, and rotting flesh, though solid enough for the sinew not to deteriorate. Colonies of maggots and crawlies had made the breast their home; a utopia where their walls were made of sustenance and having dinner added another room to your living-hole. Adrian traced along the withered, soggy hide, following along the majestic beast. One of few creatures to rival him in size, before he reached the back end. The Buck's pucker laid inflated with fluids and swollen with waste. Grubs worming their way between hollows in the decomposing loaves and green, rotted tissue. A Congregation of flies and gnats whirring over the hatch in clouds of buzzing black. 
	Adrian tugged on his chest, digits sinking into the plump meat before a flex bounced the couch cushions outwards, hardened muscles rebounding his fingers to rest over the stiffened surface. 
	“Hey handsome, you are looking fine today, I was justmmf, looking for something to warm up before contouring the peak,” he teased and guided his hands up towards his nipples, clutching them as he drew his hands back and forth, glazing the pink flesh in bear cum. 
	“You've got so much of your pretty hole, it is only fair you share.” Adrian' tugged at this nipples as he went down on his knees, hit by a wall of putrefaction emanating from the corpse… He leaned in, presenting his teat to the fuzzy elk hind – despite the beast's stature Adrian's bust surpassed them, peeking over the zenith on each end. He brushed, grinding his supple teat meat to the humid hide, which scraped and scooched in folds along with his brushes, decomposition partially severing the layer of skin and muscle. The teat circled in, scraping over paths of snails and critters, slathering over the tip as it circled the cheeks till it reached the nadir of the crack, planting against the pucker with a sloppy, welcoming smack. The teat met with partially voided sludge. “Ooh yeah, you've got mfm, so much to give,” Adrian huffed out as he gyrate his nipple into the hatch. The virile chest antenna puncturing through layers of grime and crusted fluids to the tune of cutting into a fresh sirloin: a smatter of voided fumes flushed back through his nipple and puffed up his chest for a moment, leaving Adrian grinning as he massaged and drove his fingers over his left bust. “Mfmsnfns, keep it coming, babe,” he huffed out and leaned into the ass, dunking his teat into the tailhole with a squelch of sealing a bottle of chocolate champagne. He began to work inwards in thrusts, bucking in his quest to stir up the muck infested bowels. Colonies of maggots, beetles and slugs swirled along in the gentle pounding, Adrian pumping his nipple into the fertile ass. -Thfbfp- A throb of growth rustled through his chest, his nipple was gradually getting stuffed in, sinking with open tip through the curlded elk chambers, but this was more than that… 
	“Mfmgn, ooh yeah…” Adrian huffed out, grabbing a harder hold of the buck and slouching over it. Humping with a ripe vigour.  The pucker of the moose hind warped under another tremor of expanding muscles. The nipple inflated with a reverberation of gellified tar, his right nipple engorging in kind to its twin. Swelling past the girth of a shot glass, then a soda can. As the thrust continued under the panting delight of the hiker, the teat engorged past the girth of a two litre bottle, straight, dipping past the reaches of the brim to delve into the sewage of its liquefied remains. The elk's brim splayed flat under the magnitude of Adrian's chest teat, the hiker biting his lip and squeezing in harder. 
	“Mm pfhh, yeah, cream my tits full,” he huffed out. In the excitement his right nipple wedging into the gouge in the hind, pummelling and pushing through a spot of coagulated blackened remains; grasping a firm hold of the elk and slamming his chest into it. The right teat milling through the meat and into the slurry of organs and tissue, grinding brawn into an oily balm that spattered across his torso. His chest flattened the moose's hind as he went in, a table of sculpted steel pummelling the pillows of a ragged, old couch. Adrian's chest forming an imprint over elk's flank, kneading the doughy flesh into clay whilst his nipples strained and creaked with the expansion of tissue like bolstered rubber. Adrian pumping  himself into the sock of hide, filth, and rot, his left nipple overtaking the role of the decomposing elk's rectum, broadening in lust fuelled bulk. His chest bulking up to the point the ridges between his tits and homestretches bulbed in a rivulet pumpkin pattern of taut weaved shredded beef. The exchange of rocking flesh marinating Adrian's tits in the corpulent cacophony fermenting underneath its hide… 
	Adrian's skin gashed as the thrusts calmed, each pump growing turgid with the bloating gluttons slowing each hump to a crawl. And following the crone of Adrian's voice, in a series of tears through soggy paper mache, the behemoth tits erupted out of the corpse, sundering the elk's hide in gaping wedges for them to emerge like a pair of breaching whales: Adrian tumbled back in his moan, landing with his ass back on an uprooted boulder which pinned him in place as his gargantuan nipples spilled forth. Each teat surpassed the girth wide enough to poke his head through, the top of the nipples concaving into the shape of bowls of rosy flesh, and each bowl carried its own miasmic concoction: The left teat leaked a brown slurry with white juice streaks wriggling through, muck tinted a faint burgundy that the grubs swallowed through. Whilst the right laid blacked with the tar of decomposition, a congealed slime leaking of acid from the elk's damaged kidneys and fat slugs. 
	“Mfmg ampaaa, that's the stuff, fmfs. Thanks for sharing what its like to be that nasty asshole,” Adrian huffed out, tracing his nipples with his thumbs, groping and plying into them like clay, palms greasing up in a concoction of brewed muck and festering rot. With the elk primarily drained down Adrian's tits, the fly and gnat swarms soon migrated, congregating around the pooling slurry around Adrian's thickened nipples. He tilted the right one, plastering it against the sweat gumming up his chest. With the teat curled to face him, he gave the camera a wink, sizing it up, and plunged in  his face matching the plump circumference of mired flesh, a suction of sewage and smear of molasses crawled and puttered under his skin, audibly munching and moaning so his teat rippled under the vibrations. 
	Adrain pulled his head out with the pop of a wax cork, grubs swarming his face and wrangled into his maw by an athletic tongue, face soggy in dung that crept back in a perimeter over his head matching the outline of the nipple, the pits of his eyes plugged with creamy mulch. 
	“I could go for seconds,” he huffed out, heaving up his right nipple and suckling up globules of the blacked, jellified elk. Thrusting and shuffling on his rear to wedge his cheeks over the rock he'd landed on, giving his ass some workout while he slathered his face in the oil blackened ichor. Prying the nipple back with the crinkling smear of rancid butter, a smaller, black oily outline joined the muck, slugs and ants crawling over his face, excavating his ears, eyes, and peeking into his nostrils just to be suckled and slurped in with a series of indulgent snorts. 
	“Fmfpag, really have to let them ripen up before you dig in. You feeling ripe?” he asked the camera, toying with his chest in kneading throes, bunching up his teats to have them smoosh and mix the contents between them. “You better start ripening for when I get home,” he said, blowing a kiss with a mucky palm containing a particularly fat slug unfurling with his fingers, greeting the camera with slimy eyestalks. It looked spotless compared to the defiled heap of a man in the background.