Vegan Loa-Calorie Turkey


Written by Septia.


I placed my college bag down at the end of the hallway, by the stairs. This close to the steps I felt the all too familiar scent of walnuts form the wood and pine from the såpa soft-soaf that Deyan always used too much of: it was the scent of home, I had almost forgotten it. 
	“There's my girl,” Deyan ambushed me with a hug from behind, wrapping her arms around my torso with her chest -Bddwwng- pancaking into my back. 
	The tight embrace straightened out my back. “H-hey m-mom~.” 
	“That's miss Mom to you, young lady,” Deyan commanded, “because your mother has missed you oh so very much, I wasn't even certain you could come home for the holidays.” My mother's grasp shifted upward, in a soft sweep her palms came to cradle my chest. 
	“Oh my, mom's 'lil songbird's chicken breasts have perked up since last. Mommy's 'lil vixen hasn't been too frisky now, has she~?” She knew that would get me flustered, but swept my grippers right back over her tush and gave it a good push; mother and daughter sandwiched between each other in a mutual grope. “'Course not, I've been saving myself for you, miss mom~.” 
	Deyan chuckled by my ear. “Oh, Loa,” she whispered my name, “how I have missed you…” her arms released me, trailing down…


~ 1 ~


…As mother placed a plate of bean curry pilaf on the table in front of me, vapour rising from the steamed broccoli and stew, I glanced over the assortment of vegetable rice, vegetables, and spices before me.
	“We will have to share my room, your sisters occupied yours while you were gone and, boy did it they leave it a mess,” mother tried to steer the conversation, but then her eyes lingered down on the offered food. “I know it is not as… meaty, as you prefer. Sorry, but I was certain I would be spending thanksgiving alone. I did not have the time to go out and… buy a whole bird.” She sat down across from me, scrutinizing her own in a mimic of my looks. “Even then, a whole turkey would, probably be too much for one person,” she continued with a tremble to her voice. 
	I scoffed beneath my breath. “Mom, I've lived with you most of my life, I'm used to the whole vegan stuff,” I dug into the curry with a smile, “plus, you already got one bird back in her nest today.” 
	The furrows in Deyan's brow eased, “Ever so happy to hear it, my dear.” 
	“Mmf, pwhussh,” I said with my mouth full before swallowing -Glluunk- “I came back because, I wanted to treat you, mom,” I cast her a sultry look. Which she reciprocated. 
	“That is very sweet, dear, perhaps we could find a nutritional-tofu-turkey in the sales tomorrow, split it halfway?” 
	“Mm, yeah, I can definitely get you something by tomorrow, I wanna be sure you have it all~.” 
	“Oooho,” mom mused as she leaned over, spoken slowly as she wrapped her tongue around the spoonful of curry, her tits -Bbwctwng- bounding down in her bra as she spoke, “perhaps we could even… eat out~.” 
	“Mmmm~,” I contended. “I'll be sure you get your fill of me, while I'm here after all~,” I brought the next spoonful up to my mouth…


~ 2 ~


Deyan opened the door with a gentle creak - -Crrrnhk-. “Oh, Loa, honey. You feeling, spicy tonight?” she asked, to silence. I laid splayed in there on her bed, heavily breathing. 
	Deyan clicked her lip. “Aww, my lil peacock,” she mused, as she waltzed into the room, stripped down to her fishnet lingerie and tube bra, somewhat disappointed as she crawled into bed beside me. “Loa, the trip tuckered you out, didn't it?” she mused, gently shifting my limp arms to slot into spooning me, “then I'll just tuck you in, for tonight,” she mused, and finagled her arms around me, up to my chest. There was a moment of hesitation, then her digits sloughed into my tits with a plush graze and shuffle of skin draped over silk -Dffnnf- -Fffwhf-. Her fingers plying into the pale peach of my chest, digging deeper like her grippers sunk into cookie dough, billows of my boobs swarming up between her fingers, rolling droves of tit fat arching along my chest and her palms as she caressed and applied desires in me with her touch. 
	“Sure you are sleeping, mmm oh Loa? If you want to rest it is fine, mm, but you got to let momma feel up her l'lil bird just a bit…” she hummed, plying her palms to and fro across my chest, like she was kneading a fresh batch of bread dough. 
	“Mmmrf…” I mumbled through a half snore. Though only wiggled slightly. 
	Deyan snuggled up to my back tighter, sniffing through my dirty blond hair, and resting her chin against my shoulder. “Mm, why did you ever leave the nest, little Loa? Don't ever do that gain,” she mused, her hands exploring my tits as the night stretched on. Then the motion, stopped. Deyan's head laid heavy against me, the grasp of my chest, eased. She joined my rhythmic, slumbering breathing. 
	That's when my eyes opened. I waited, listening, feeling her heartbeat. Only when I was sure she had entered deep sleep, did I wiggle out of her grasp, shuffling out of bed. “Oh mom… you are gonna have the best thanksgiving…~” I brushed up to sweep my hair back…


~ 3 ~


…and brushed a palm of rapeseed oil down my thigh, gliding with a smooth plastering of hot plastic -Cjjllrlrsh-. 
	“Hey mom,” I said, sauntering around the bed, “aren't you glad your only ‘lil bird flew back, right to your nest?” I caressed my palm back up, leaving a long, buttery yellow tace of the oil over my skin, across my navel, up to cup and glisten the bottom of my breast with a graceful squeal of lubricant -Shhrrlltp- The contrast of my dry patches of my skin making the oil gleam and shine. 
	“Why yes, dear,” I said Imitating my mother’s voice in response, “when I saw you in the corridoor, I could not help but embrace you. At that moment, I could have gobbled you right up, were I able.” 
	I smirked, watching my mother's snoozing figure, as I painted my legs, down under the soles of my feet in the cooking oil. Really? Do you mean that, momma? Think I'mma big tasty bird of a daughter? You said you liked my chicken breasts, didn't you?” I said and clapped a hold of my chest so that splurts of oil -Vrlslpths- -Chgrlslp- geisered around my fingers. 
	“Dear, if I did not know better, I would believe you are inviting me to eat you…” 
	“Wouldn't you like that?,” I responded to myself, dolling out new globs of oil in my palm to dress myself in. “The hottest chick in town, cooped back up with her mother hen.” 
	“Oh, but dear. Recall what I said? It would be difficult for one person to… indulge in an entire bird, all on their lonesome.” 
	“But you deserve it, mom,” I mused, crawling closer, my skin gleaming, and my steps careful as I glided on the -Pllptwhp- splotches of oil my soles left on the floor. “To indulge, delight in, and savour this well glazed turkey,” I mumbled, brushing two finger by her throat, massaging it, finding pressure points, before gently kneading along her jaw. “You deserve to stuff me away, cram your whole, thick daughter down your throat, gurgle her into hot girl gulash, and cream me out your big, hot ass in massive, steamy loaves…” 
	“Mm, Loa, my dearest daughter,” I mimicked her voice, a hand away from her face, pinpointing the joint in her mandible, the one connecting the condyle to her cranium. “If I desired to devour you… would you let me have you?” -Ckkgrltch- a loud clack ran through the room, I felt the jawbone joints drum out against my fingertips, the seal broken, her chin dipping open in her breath, resting on her throat in the long breaths of air trailing into a gaping oval of flesh, leading down into humid, secluded depths.
	I hissed in a breath through my teeth, worriedly waiting a moment to see if the sound had stirred her… but as she kept sleeping, I whispered. “Of course I do you, horny old cougar.” 


-Chrrllt- -Clslpttsh- A faint buffer of oil meeting saliva fizzled out in the air as I thread my toes into my mother's maw, withdrawing it as she suddenly gasped for breath, but following the motion of her breathing, to trace it back in. All the while keeping myself stable on the bed above her, my heart racing. “Don't wake up, don't wake up, not yet… mmmf… hell your mouth is so warm.” I brushed my foot against her tongue, with her head tilted back it was a straight slope down through her oesophagus, easy. The oil slid against the inside of her cheek, bulging it out with my heel before I could get a better footing. “Steady…,” I mumbled, “you almost got me, then, it's all the way down to tummy town for little Loa…” I mused. Holding onto the bed frame, and raising my other foot, cramming it past her maw, joining with the first. -It slotted in with wriggles and shuffles, the form of my mother's cheeks inflating, the feet meeting down at the peak of her gullet with the squishing smatter of oiled meat, slips sloosh and jamming into place to the sound of crumpling together tinfoil submerged in gravy -Schhrrls- -Chrcrlrlspglsth-. My mother's elongated oval gape wedging further ajar to the girth of my calves. 
	-Schlrlpt- A slurp for her tongue. 
	Shivers coursed through my spine, stressed by worry, but she hadn't woken up yet. “Mmfs. Told you I'd be… be a tasty turkey, mom. Yeah you wannfsmm, gobble up these drumsticks, don't you?” I shuddered and started to gyrate my legs down, feet swelling out her neck as my thighs wormed their way down her stretching lips, broadening them wider, and wider as with the creaking spackle of rapeseed grease -Chhrrrlpllghs- spackles along her lips, easing my descent. 
	“Mmfm… O-ooh yes…” I mumbled, gyrating my hips down as my mother' maw broadened wider than it ever had to creep up my drumsticks, brushing up against my bubble butt. “Mmfpfsh. pmaha…” I wheezed with a dumb grin spreading, contorting my countenance. “Ho-hooah yeah…” 
	I felt the gently breaths through Deyan's nostrils whistling up my buttocks… “Mmf, got, some, trouble with my, mm, big ass? Got, you to thank for it, you know?” I mused as I ground my cheeks down toward her lips, steamrolling it against her maw, wiggling to and fro, but it kept -Bwbbtn- bumping down against her. “Mm, come on, mom. One big gulp, swallow your daughter, pretend I was just a blowjob.” I stretched, reaching to her lips and hooking a finger around it, pulling at her lips to draw it up over my rear like a the brim of a tight pair of jeans -clsltpath- the lips clapping taut to my skin, holding myself up to stare down face to face with her sleeping eyes as I lowered myself down. Though, holding myself up in a plank pose was wearing on my muscles, and doing it with one hand… sweat drooled down my forehead, mixing with the oil, and… I slip. Gravity took hold, just as I was past the rear, I was so close, I cursed as my upper body toppled right onto Deyan, stomach in her face and breasts clapping down onto her head with a smatter of oil under my weight, like drooping a pair of marinaded flank stakes on a counter -Chhtwwwlfpstbs-. 


~ 4 ~


-Chlrlptwtphsp- With the smack all my senses were at once overwhelmed. I was bent across her face, soaked in an odour of salty oil, blinded, and all my airflow was cut off. It ejected me from my sleep, eyelids shooting open and staring into darkness. My muscles were lagging behind my awareness as I shuffled my head out of the grasp to stare up, seeing that I was… below a bridge? A, bridge made out of my own daughter. It, was my daughter. Very, very close. My mind slowly roused from the haze of slumber. I peered around her, admittedly, buxom bust, and stared up into her chalk pale face. 
	“…Loa…?” I mouthed. 
	Reality paused.
	In a sudden jerk of motion Loa crowbar’d herself down, a force that cascaded down my spine, and whole body. In an instant I caught a glimpse of where her body was going, stomach fading in under the veil of my lips and body protruding my torso in domes, a bloated, rump shaped bulge congesting my gullet, and oblong pillars swelling out my stomach. 
	“Lhooaoooaahw.” I shouted out, feeling the cry of exasperation be muffled by the flesh of my own daughter, driving my mind into high gear, but before I could act. -Bbwprhhtthow- My face was enveloped in a smack of Loa's knockers, boxing my head back into the pillow so the mattress creaked and squeled below, the strike and splatter of grease, but the soft touch of those fatty jugs still felt so sweet. In a stunned horror tinged with lust I felt Loa's breasts skid across my head as she worked her way down my throat. “Lhhaff whaottpto,” I cried out. But in trying to speak, my mouth felt… out of place, a struggle between chin and cranium. It felt loose… I pinched it together, clamping it tight, to stop her from getting any further… 
	-Ggllmmmngnk- A reverberating swallow rippled the surrounding air as I felt a choking tension bloat out my neck wide as a truck tire, my lips contracting, curling up around Loa, squashing her breasts up into her face like a bouquet of doughy flowers -Chrlprathhs- and watching her beaming, grinning face smothered by her own knockers sink out of my sight, lips contracting like an aperture over a tuft of her blond hair, before a vigorous -Crkrktwp- crackle of bone trembled through my jawline – like snapping a twig in reverse – clutched my jaw back in place -Sllllsshhhlrpp-. -Gggmph- An involuntary swallow saw the tuft disappear, my cheeks deflating in the rumbles as the broad dome of my daughter migrated down my neck, sinking under my bust, and engorging -Chhrglgllpths- my gut with a sludgy crackle and churn, my gut jostling from the weight siphoned right into it, girth surpassing my hips and sloughing out onto my lap, the my upper stomach bloated full in the vague outline of Loa's curled up body smashing down my gut to a teardrop shape, -Clslpth- clapping against my thighs -Glptsh- -Sllffghhrp-. 
	I laid there, staring, breathing in, in, in, but not out, just more inhales, air wasn't enough, glaring at my gut, and through a faint muffled hearing… 
	“Pha ahah aaamfmahaha~.” Jovial laughter. 
	My frantic breathing flew through in the sharp inhale to the tune of a brass instrument, before all that air that air escaped in an exhausted shout. “Whaat the Heeelll?” 


I drew myself across the mattress, anchored by the weight in my gut, heaving to swing my legs over the edge and heaving into being seated -Chghrlphbhs- a gurgle of displaced fluids and meats roiling through my core as I sat up and Loa squirmed within. 
	My hand thrust into my mouth on instinct, reaching past my uvula, into my throat, sending the gullet contract in retches that jolted own my body and bounced my gut on my lap -Cghtpatwlp- -Chrgt- -Twwwlp-.
	“Ammgff awmm, mom you are so rough, mm, don't think tha's gonna work though. If I didn't trigger your gag reflex, what chance does your arm got, huh~?” 
	I reeled my fist free and shouted down at my gut. “What the hell, Loa?” 
	She just kept giggling. “Surprise~,” she said with a squirm, worming around in the gut and pushing her pals up, into the stomach lining, my skin forming contours of her fingers as they wiggled them about in celebration. “Happy thanksgiving, surprise, I am your turkey this year.” 
	My eyelids twitched. I smacked my lips, looked at my finger… That… wasn't grease, I suckled it off my digit. “This is… cooking oil…” 
	“Mmm, yeah, didn't have too much time to marinate myself. You'll understand, mmm, guess I'll just have to make up for that by marinading in your gut, huh? Mmf I think if you chugged some beer it'd feel like a bear batter?” 
	My whole face twitched. “L-Loa… W-hwy would-OOOmpgh.” I closed my mouth, cheeks ballooning as vapour rose up out of my oesophagus -Bhhuuraaaaoooouurrurslp- my jaw gave way for the gratuitous gale of gutter breath flooding out of my maw, my lips all the way to my gullet flittering like a colibri’s flutters, sprinkes of saliva and rapeseed oil flooding out my maw as the pressure and tension eased. My mind was clinging onto the relief as I slumped back against the bed frame. “Phaha… -Bghhguagp- phaa…” I wheezed between belches. 
	“Mfmms, oaoh my my gosh that, fsm was a juicy one, I could feel it through my tits.” 
	“You, you absolute…” I began, reaching for my gut -Clllrpthwwbwp- but felt something, softer than expected meet my fingers. Palm plastered on a broad bulge on the gut, with a pillowy plushness that felt all too familiar. I let my hand graze down the bulbous bloat, cupping, squeezing into it, and seeing the matching hill not far beside it… this feeling… I withdrew, staring at the contours of my daughter's breasts and panting. 
	“Mom, mom, sshh… easy… You got this, you are a big girl. You can hammfs, handle a big bird girl dinner.” 
	“Loa this… this is insane. Wh-why would… W-what are you doing? You made me eat you.” 
	“Mmmyeah you wouldn't have agreed if you were awake, so~,” she mused, radiating chutzpah through the gut. 
	In her motions the gut sloughed, oils and enzymes -Chgrlttchhs- curling and sloshing together in a gruelling gurgles -Ghhrbbrglgls-. 
	My brain, lagged behind, staring at my stomach. “Y-you… You know what, happens with food…” 
	“Mmm, they smelt down into sludge and digest into a huge batch of stinky momma fudge~?” 
	“Ahg-… aa…” L-… Loa…” I mumbled, holding my arms around my gut, cradling the huge blorb, brushing ridges into it for a faint -Chhpgh- -Ghttwp- glush of plush flesh in the grinds. 
	“Mom, you big buzzkill. Relax… I'm not just gonna be your turkey, I'll be the best thanksgiving turkey you've ever had~.” I felt her shuffle, and then, her chest swelled up as uniform domes on my gut, sailing up and down, as the plush flesh massaged into my gut walls inside. Staring down at her, biting my lips as my breath drummed in a confusion of lust, love, and despair. “Fullsmmfs, service from your tastiest daughter. Getting you comfy… It m, is really late, I didn't intend to wake you up. How about we just rest some, mom? Talk in the morning?” 
	“L-Loa…” I mumbled, closing my eyes… perhaps… it was a dream. It, could be… I grabbed the blanket, and trudged my way back through the bed, -Csltltwnwi- the springs squeaking under our combined bulk. Drawing the blanket over myself, up along the gut. “Sleep… yes… maybe. Perhaps just, letting the dream, take its course.” 
	“Mm, and what a dream it aawmwmf… mm is mom… I was so scared you'd m, spit me back… out,” she mumbled. I laid there, staring at my stomach, and the droves of Loa's head, knees and chest shifted. I laid there, awake, crying, staring, nursing the occasional tear, as I just… tried to fall asleep… 


~ 5 ~


-Ghrbbggrrlpshs- My eyes peeked open. My whole body felt sluggish and… quivering, in the sensation of utter fullness, jammed bloated to my brim. With each shudder from her jolting through my spine, coursing past my crotch… Blinking dried rheum off the corner of my eyelids. My torso felt like a boulder. But I hoped… I hoped… I peeled back the blanket, -Ghrbrglglsp- over the gurgling, oblong drove of my daughter. The gut shifted with a squeal of wringing molten cheese like chalk across a blackboard -Chhrgglrlflfslths- a palm brushing back and forth under the hillock of gut below my breasts. 
	“Morning, mom~.” 
	“…” 
	“Hmm? Oh? So no 'I'm all day mom to you' or something?” 
	“…” 
	“Did you sleep tight? Can guarantee you dmmfs, didn't sleep as tight as I did in your guts~.” 
	“W-why…” 
	“I told you, I'm your-.” 
	I swung my legs around, over the right end of the bed, -Gbrbglpths- gut sloughing down in my lap, as if Loa was sitting there… “But… why?” 
	The stomach was silent for a bit. “To be honest… I did kinda lose a bet.” 
	The cogs in my head turned. “And… the wager was… this?” 
	“Pretty much.Well, guess this is how I am gonna spring this on you,” she said and, bungling to congregate before -Chwhggh- spreading out her arms, legs and bust to stretch out in hills over my stomach. “I'm dropping out of collage.” 
	“… Oh,” I mumbled. 
	“By dropping out of your booty.”
	I clapped my hands into the gut, feeling it ripple in waves around the sloshing of my sweet girl. -Cththwp- -Ghrrlguggbghs-. “Would you stop it?” 
	“Mmfma, oooh yeah momma, beat me down, mms, knead me into mush~.” 
	I huffed out a fiery breath. “You expect me to just… Why would I…” -Urughs- I grabbed the bedside and rose to my feet, -Bbwbogb- gut sloughing a second behind, bouncing and rattling my frame unsteady, making me stumble forwards, leaning to compensate and cradle the flesh stapled to my torso. The gut reaching down to my knees even as balled up as Loa was. “Opsh… Dear, please let me just spit you back out.” 
	“Mm, in your dreams, I got this far~. Only way I am going out is the backdoor. Though, ehheh, that might take a while, since the I bet the last meat your vegan butt has taken was dad's dick, and he was such a fruit I can't be sure his cock was legally vegetarian.” 
	I stumbled to the doorway of the bedroom, each footstep feeling like pinpricks into the ground with weight clogging out my core, my skin wrapped around her so tight, and yet so supply, the sensation of a huge plum grown and cultivated in my belly: just plush enough at the surface to form and mold, but dense enough to weigh me down. Bricked by my gut. 
	“Mmfs, gaaah, so the, ebn mmf, if, even if… What is my 'vegan ass' gonna do with a hunk of meat as big as you?” 
	“Mmfmphahe hehe~,” she mused inside of me. I felt her wriggles, they simmered down my body, the weight of my gut pushing at my cervix. 
	“Yeah, mm, it would really struggle with so much protein. Would take mfms, ages to smelt me down, and even then your vegetable eating ass would be stuck with some, gargantuan, phhfat, bales of bony crap. Mmfmph, oh hell, mom, I'm gonna give your asshole the workout of your life~.” 
	“Fmmrhhf…” I wheezed out through my teeth, though at the back, feeling my brim clench. 
	“Look at it like this, mom, you're still a vegan, I was willing meat~. And if you are worried about your diet… don't be, I;” she snickered and brushed her face up against my gut, so I could see a veil of her smug face, “I'm a Loa-calorie turkey~.” 
	“Mammoth…” I let go of the threshold to knead over my cheeks, sinking my face in my arms. Then sighed, and reached back… 


~ 6 ~


I grabbed the counter in the kitchen, continuing to offload some weight as I traversed the house. Punching my thighs together with small steps, so the gut wouldn't reach my… 
	“Hey, mom, you alright out there?” 
	“What do you think, young lady…?” I curted into a pant. With a growl worming through my gut -Chghrrrbbgsl- “With you anchoring me down I can, barely get anywhere…” 
	My stomach jostled at this, my footing tuning unstable, gliding apart for the rumbling sledge of meat to -bburhs- up between my thighs. “Hey, you are not calling me fat, are ya? Because the only fat thing about me is my ass and these msmf titians,” she squealed out and smushed her breasts up against the gut, bumping them out around the luscious bulk. 
	The throb in my spine pulsed through the counterpoint in my crotch and down my legs. I reached down, grabbed a tight hold of her boobs -Chrrpath- squeezing them between my fingers through my gut meat, mangling them in kneads and grinds, “And the only fat thing about these gorgeous tits of yours is gonna be one hefty dump of fat dung.” I huffed. 
	“Mfmsma, ooh heelmsm yeah, moms, h-harder, mfms. I might need a lot of kneading in this weak ass gut of yours before I really melt… Amdms, and that dump is gonna be the fattest…~” I grunted, though kept clinging onto her tits, pushing them in towards me, fingers dancing in their roaming gropes.
	“Even then, I'll be out of your heiny eventually, out your hairy ass that is~. Your gut’s pretty weak, but, shouldn't take longer than the holiday weekend, already brewing up hot like a sauna in here~.” 
	I took in a deep breath. Then looked up at the cabinets. “Loa… you said something about a beer batter, right?” I sighed, and uncorked a bottle -Ttwhwhwjanok- and poured myself a glass, and raised it to my face. 


~ 7 ~


-Grlomp- -Glougugl- -Oogmspgh- “Phaaa…” I lowered the bottleneck from my lips, clapping it down on the sofa table next to the other two. Three bottles in one and a half day, at least the sofa was comfortable to unload some of the weight of my gut, sloughing into the cushions as I laid splayed out over it, flicking through channels. 
	“You barely look any smaller…” I finally said to Loa. 
	-Ghrbghghs- The gut grumbled back as she shifted, the tugs and contractions winding through my core. I could feel it all through the roots of my hair. 
	“Mmf, yeah, I've gone softer butmfsm, geeze your gut is weak.” 
	“I could still barf you up… Don't think my gut's winning out over you anytime soon…” 
	“Mom, I'm just some chicken now. Your chick, your big banquet. I'mfmms not gonnaa rob you of your family feast~.” 
	“Hmpr... this is all about you, you being such a... what.. was it...? Gut slut, yeah, you are just a gutslut who wants to melt in my ass...” I mumbled morose and drunk. 
	“Mom~.” Loa teased, “I know you're enjoying it too, I can tell~,” she mused. Suddenly the pressure of the belly sprung downwards. 
	I flinched, the girth of my gut and the raw bulk of all the meat my stomach sported already sent tingles down my gut. But now, splayed out on the cough, she started rocking the belly, grinding it down, right into my crotch… I felt her shifting, swirling, pancaking her bust down in the cleft of my thighs to massage my pussy… All the resistance concentrated to my face, a warped, compressed grimace. But overtime, as the warm, sweat-moist mound caressed my honeypot… it would ease, “Mmpha…” My tongue lolled out, hanging in deep moans, still feeling Loa buzzing down there. 
	“Hmm. How was mm, that mom~?” 
	The grind and squeal of rolling a ball of laundry over moss -Chhrlsptsh- -Spprluutch-. 
	“Mmfgh… mphe…” I panted out, quivering… the excitement drippling through my lingerie… “I can go again~. Lots of sexercise and kneading until I'm mush~.” My arm reached own, snapping a hold of the drove of her breasts and choking it in my fist. 
	“Bitch, you better…” I said and ground my fist into my gut… 


~ 8 ~


…The pressure forced my stomach down, dipping back into the range of my pussy, the sloughing bulb half as wide as it had been a few days ago, but the little brat was still active… The couch cushion was soaked,… I tipped another beer into my face, chugging it down to balance on my bicep, both my hands occupied, kneading into and groping my Loa stuffed stomach over my crotch. “Mmfmp fmapgh. Phaa, ooh ye-Aoouuurhahalp-,” I belched with enough force to chuck out the empty can I had swallowed for Loa, -Krrltch- -Clslkc- clacking off the ground, empty with the exception for my slobber. “Mmfpf apha, ok. Phew, yousmf starting to lose tempo in there. Need another drink?” I swatted at my gut so it jolted in a platter of clotted jelly, -Chgrbggshl- “or are you just succumbing to belly bitch batter?” 
	“Mfmfmpahaa hell, mom, fmsm can't, drink anymore… Gms stomach so h-how feelsmmfs, so weak… fmms. This slow bake ism fsm gonna be ready for your ass soon ahah~.” 
	“Mmmpf, ushgs, still, mm, can't believe…” I mumbled, holding my forehead. “That I raised a college dropout…” 
	“Mfmsm aww, mm mom don't be like that.” 
	“Mmm yeah yeah… you are right,” I mumble, then smacked my gut again, “I raised a sack of manure.” 
	“Mmfpfhspaha hell y-yes, mom. Fmsms hm-more, give it to me, smm I'll give it back twofold to your butt.” 
	I rubbed down at the bulges caressing over my gut, harder and harder to discern them from her breasts, to her head, or anything else I could feel more solidly appearing in there, caressing around over a femur, feeling my daughter melt right off of her bones. Another belch coming, as I held the gut. -Bhruaaaaooorlssp- My stomach contracting… 


~ 9 ~


-Chhrlrpths- Contracting and clenching over the bundle of bones and molten slag that was Loa, well, barely Loa. Humerus, clavicles and spine, jumbled together and splaying out in a tangle of contours stacked in my gut. A bird’s nest of ramshackle sticks and branches suspended in a pappy chyme of Loa. I gnawed down on a sandwich, sipping on my coffee as I peered out through the window into the yard. -Cghrghas- A growl burbled up from my medicine-ball sized gut.
	“Y-you, are e-eating?” came a jest from the sludge. 
	“Mm hmm, starting to get hungry again,” I responded. 
	“G-guess n-not long f-for m-me…?” 
“You are barely more than sludge now anyway. You are not even big enough to reach my pussy.” 
	“G-guess y-you got me~.” 
	“Yeah, eventually even this weak gut boiled down your fat ass. What does that say about you huh? Mmm,” I mused, and brushed across my gut. “Just give in… I'll love you more as filth at this point anyway. You lazy sack of-fmoggh.” My stomach contracted in a guttural roar -Brgrgpgusalp- -Chrlrakps- a crackle of bones clacking together as my stomach vibrated and shrunk -Lgspltohahg- and the quiver and compaction of her skeleton bolted through me. “Mmmf smpgha…” I mumbled into my coffee mug, then let out a satiated burble into the cup as my stomach snuffed out my daughter… without even giving her a chance for last words. “Mmfpsha, pah… Mm hha…” I panted, brushing down the cluttered boneyard lodged in my gut -Clspghghu- -Glpsguaghs- slowly feeding down my body. “Glad I'm wearing dirty underwear…” I scoffed. Then stood up, stretched, and pulled down… 


~ 10 ~


…my underwear, falling down to cradle along around my ankles, before I planted my thick ass back on the toilet -Cppthths- the plush, daughter boosted padding swallowing the seat in pink skin, wiggling gently whilst I brushed the folds of lard lodged on my gut and muffin top. “Got your wish, fulfilled that wager of yours, or whatever it was,” I mumbled, leaning back on the throne. 
	-Pfprhhhrrrbpth- A thick flutter of fumes funnelled through my fanny and fluttered into the bowl, an intoxicating odour of wine and beer marinated bacon seeping into the air. “Mmfs, you better, not gimme indigestion… Mm, this is your big day fms after all, leaving the nest forever, properly lgmsmsp,” -spfphth- another few whispers of gas vented out as my pucker crackled open -Cllpgrhphtahs- spreading to the greasy slobber of wading through a swamp of balm, “dropping out of college, and my, fmsm, 'weak Vegan Ass'…” I grunted, feeling tension rippling through my frame as my pucker pinched, winked and gaped. 
	The rhind around my sphincter plied back -Chrrllfft-, peeling over a chunky knob of raw muck. The fractures dressing the mound widened as the bale eeked up to my pucker; the yellowed sewage heap baked within emerged in a sharp potential of bone that displaced the surrounding mulch, the separation of the crackled chunks harmonizing with the creaking of the grease drooping mound, rippling out in the grind against my pucker. Drooling webs of colon slime tied together, the mounds of filth in the bale as it crawled its way through the pale yellow, tarnished bone further in the clutches of the bale, stretching out along the spine with the wider patches hinting to the pelvis. I felt my asshole warp sideways around the hunks of pelvis protruding from the segmented mulch- The bale starting out as wide as a beer can, but coming upon the pelvis it broadened to a wine bottle's girth. -Chrhglpgthsh- The mire toughed forwards, foraging through my ass, magnifying in bulk a good hand of manure had curled out of my ass. 
	“All this meat of yours is really trying my sphincter. MMmmaah heck, you are such a chubby bitch…,” I wheezed out, folding forwards as the crackle reverberated in the bowl, crunching and pulping with the grind of single link tank-treads steamrolling over thick taffy -Grrcchhtwwwrlptch- -Chhrtwggllrrrspt-. I grit my teeth, the mound trawling out, stern and thick, my pucker is pulled over the tip of the pelvis to its edge and -Clslptthp- snaps into the mound. 
	It slugs along, bending over segments of vertebrae, but gains little levity as the mound keeps getting thicker. The yellowed mound was the girth of a porridge plate as its distended, straight diagonal from my ass down, into the bowl. Hisses of smog clucking off with vitrine slobber to spatter over the bowl, my brim drawn over the smooth, polished segments. The crackling of crumbling grease laced in foil wrapped under the pulpy turkey leftovers echoing through the bowl -ShrrftwrklltkTwrkl- as my brim struggles to mosey over the congestion my own daughter has wrought upon me, wedging through straps of cracked bone and ribs embedded into the grim surface, the crinkling slowing its pace to a trickling few creases every other second -Chrh- -Crlt- -Crlspt-. I cradle my gut, doubled over and panted. 
	“Mmf, get a move outmfm, of the nest, you mms, worthless bum…” I wheeze, before a clatter is heard, my pucker warping over the edge of a femur holding the bale steady at its core. My pucker plied so thin every furrow is merely a shadow on the plump, rosy ring of skin. The wedge is loosed. 
	At once the gutter tar propels out of my ass, glistening fat and clotted from the surplus of my daughter's fat boobs. Outwards in a quake of sludge -Chrhrpalpghthpahth- -Chhrpwpththah- the bone riddled manure barrage erupts form my ass in billowing droves snaking out into the bowl. The filth folded and warped over itself so that the spoils of embedded skeletal tissue is unearthed into the world, a tibia and fibula slams into the porcelain as the thin fibula bone snaps like a -Chrhtch- overworked bow. As the muck piles on I feel scapula brushing against the corners of my brim, plastered into the waste like a cauldron – to scramble against the seat and porcelain as the mound rises up, partially on density and partially on the backbone and sporadic skeletal remains of Loa barricading the bowl. Yet I remain pinching my thighs together and sealing the muck out from the world -Chspaghhth- as the congestion of corpulence packing down the bones trembled, the weight sending a creaking tension through them until -Clprthh- -Clkrktc- -Krrlpxrkt- a cacophony of a cracking calcium peals from the muffled confines as the dense, thick bowel batter billows out, -Chrgsshsp- the slopping and grinding into each other, injected with enough fat from my daughter’s smoking hot tits to polish against each other in the crackling witch’s pot of a toilet-seat billowing and bubbling below -Chrpbttsh- -Kbrhaurkrkrptsh-.
	“MFmfpghsa, apfmpgsha, feels like you are turning me msmfs inside out, and I looove it.” I wheeze out, gyrating my ass back and forth over the bowl, refusing to move as the muck piles together, forging under heat and pressure to clam those greasy mounds together, enveloping and submerging some of the lighter bones forced out under the compression of the fudge -Clslpth- and I feel a hail of phalanges whipping out from out between the lid and my buttocks, to clatter off like confetti. I lean back into the seat, staring up to the roof, moaning as I feel the compact weight I'd been carrying for a week vacated out of ass, as pale turmeric tar. All that remains of my daughter… 


~ 11 ~


This was all that remained, her claim to fame: A bowl so stuffed with gutter sewage the top laid swathed flat under the weight and pressure and my ass, a pot clotted to the brim with clay. At the surface, in the labyrinth of smeared crackles melding, there was a patch of greasy chalk in the tainted yellow, a patch leading down to a hollow, a cavity into my daughter's cranium, full of drooping colon lube. And packed away amongst the scattering of bone shards. 
	“Mmfs. Fmpaha… You really, did give my ass a run for its money fpha… that was, too much much meat, far too much fatty meat, mmfs… But it felt like my asshole was nursing around your fat tits the whole way,” I said with a spank to my ass, the padded cakes giving a sluggish jostle in the aftershock of my palm. “Your jugs contributing to most of the lard in this mess… pha…” I took a moment to look at the fudge congested toilet, and the rising steam seeping form the fissures in the mulch gumming into the polymer seat. “There is no way that flushes either,” I mentioned, and held the lid. “I thought I would never see you again, but I won't be able to stand looking at you much longer. Even the prettiest waste in the world is still waste,” I huffed, and let the lid clatter shut, filled just enough to pad the impact -Clspttwp-. 
	I stepped away, each pace like floating on a cloud after shedding half my weight in Loa-fs. Light, as a feather… It felt, awkward. “Already miss it,” I mumbled, brushing over my gut. 'It', I thought, not 'her'. I peered back at the bathroom. It could wait, my 'vegan 'ass' needed ointment.