My Boyfriend's an asshole. I woke up pretty early today, not because of morning sickness like I used to get back when I was still new to this whole perma-pregnancy she-bang, but because of something stirring a bit further back in my anatomy. Fatass that I was, my regular meals were usually enough to concoct real toilet-demolishers. But eating for two? Or more? That meant severe repercussions for any porcelain pompous enough to think it could challenge my backside. As I trundled out of bed and towards the restroom, I could feel the twin weights on my chest jostling with each heavy footfall. I couldn't help but reach up and fondle the temporary lovelies I'd been bestowed - the normally timid and subtle moobs I'd sport swelling into full, supple breasts whenever I was knocked up. They felt heavenly, and quite full too. I was sure I'd be putting them to use soon. A loud gurgling drew my paws lower as I entered the bathroom, rubbing over my gravid tummy swollen with what felt like half a dozen little angels occasionally kicking and roughhousing in there - almost ready to be birthed. Most folks have trouble getting around when they're saddled with a whole litter like that, but when you're a taur... My lower belly grumbled too - nearly dragging across the ground with how far it protruded - filled with its own litter. As I got in position over the toilet, a soft sigh escaped me, one paw reaching past the belly to brush at the lips of the damnable man cunt that had gotten me into this mess (repeatedly). Nestled between my two gravid tummies, not content to be hidden beneath the pelt of thick fur that adorned me, the oversized and overstimulated manmuff drooled down between my forelegs without provocation, always hungry for more dick. I hadn't gone a night without sating that desire in decades. Backing up and turning my head to make sure I was aligned properly, I felt the telltale jiggle of my crotchtits getting knocked about in back as I prepared for my morning dump, the rear-mounted milk dispensers nestled past my second tummy, just before the rump. Oh that rump of mine, that sweet, succulent booty. Truth be told, I loved it far my than my pussy, my sets of teats, and even those twin gurgling tummies that filled me with so much glee as they served their babymaking duty without end. My ass was special. It was my boyfriend. Where most taurs would have stiuated a tail, buttcheeks, and relevant genital undercarriage between their hind legs, I instead had something different. A second head, some would call it - a visage entirely different from my own, though similarly sculped with manly panache and a healthy dose of facial hair - he adorned my backside not with the trepidation of one cursed to butthood, but instead the glee of one who was blessed with the role. He yawned out, tongue hanging down as he got his bearings, smacking lips as bleary eyes pried open. He could feel the coming storm, and it excited him. I could tell because our snatch was going ballistic. He leaned down to sniff at the toilet bowl, lapping up a few tonguefulls of water to wake himself up as he prepared to unload. He could feel it already in the back of his throat, a pressure building as the previous day's meals ended their stay within us, pressing past the sphincter in his throat and beginning to fill his maw with the telltale slick noise of fecal matter being passed. While he and I shared tactile sensations, I counted myself thankful that olfactory was not a sense we shared. Nevertheless, the living rump seemed to enjoy the taste of our foul leavings, as ever, causing our pussy to squirt like a virgin as the thick, turgid log began to escape his lips. I wondered if perhaps he was 'built' to enjoy those flavors, as a reward for a job well done in disposing of the filth. Either way, because of his enjoyment, I couldn't make it through a single bowel movement without at least half a dozen climaxes - my paws reaching down to spread and thrust into that needy boy cunt as the passing of our wastes drove us to gush without cessation for minutes on end. He really seemed to love it - having those thick logs bulge out his throat and pass between his lips, watching as a seemingly endless supply of hot, fresh shit escaped his mouth and curled up in the plus-sized taur toilet of ours. Like all good things, this would soon end, and with it the bliss of passing came to rest. Unfortunately, though our bowels were sated in their new emptiness, our passions were not. I swear, that muff of ours needed more climaxes every time we gave it the slightest bit of attention. We must lose gallons a day from that fat pussy. Regardless, the pleasures of defecation left us wanting, and without any gentleman callers in our vicinity, that left us as the only ones responsible for fulfilling our desires. I leaned forward a bit, enough to shift our balance so he could lift one of our hind legs to flush the toilet. In truth, those back legs were every bit as nimble and dextrous as my upper arms. We could simply turn 90 degrees and he'd be the dominant aspect, but he always seemed to prefer it this way. And since he bore our load so much more often, that left him with a bit more muscle in his dominant limbs. It was pretty hot. Escaping the bathroom and the loud swirl of our wastes being whisked away, we quickly leaped and flopped up onto the bed, twin preggy tummies and quartet of full man titties jostling about. We rolled over onto our back, positioning right so that we could lean up towards one another. Our bellies, heavy with soon-to-be-born young, smooshed together, the sensation of pressing those swollen domes against one another, enough to milk another climax from us. Both sitting up, we were able to look at each other properly in this state, our eyes meeting as lust-filled lovers tend to when separated. Though we were always together, it was not often we saw one another, given our arrangement. Our arms reached out, hugging our backs together and bringing our titties up to bounce flesh against flesh even as they draped down over our pregnant tummies. Neither of us could reasonable access our overactive pussy in this state, but we didn't need that silly thing for stimulation. We had each other. I leaned in and planted a kiss on his nose, that beautiful butt of mine blushes and soon reciprocating. His foul breath was stained with his duty, the scent of dung ever present while his maw was open. Why the fuck did it turn me on so much? I dove into his muzzles as I usually did, passionately kissing and making out with the nasty, shit-stained maw of my own rump, tasting my leavings as our tongues intertwined. He was just so goddamn hot. Our paws races and groped, moving between supporting one another in our sensual embrace, and groping the full, needy tits that pressed between us, drawing soft trickles of milk from the sacks that begged to be nursed from. As I drew away to steal a quick breath, the rancid taste of his love still clinging to me, he grinned let his lips fall open, tongue hanging out as I could see that sphincter in his throat pucker and rumble, a loud, tremendously rancid and long 'FRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAPT' billowing forth from him, sending my own hot fart spraying directly into my face, his fetid saliva spraying along with it to cover me. He looked so damned pleased with himself. We came for like a solid minute because of that one. Still coughing and gagging from the intense display, I could offer no rebuttal as our pussy sprayed liked the dickens, his eyes glazing over in pleasure from the exchange. As I slowly caught my breath, he brought me in for another kiss, the rumbling in our lower gut telling me exactly where this one was going - but his sweet, soft lips fooling me into sticking around for the ride anyway. Again the thickness of our feces spread his throat as it began to exit, my eyes closing as I resigned myself to receive - feeling as the hot waste pressed past his lips, and tasting as it entered mine. My tongue brushed over the hot fecal matter, drawing my blush as the foul taste watered my eyes, so much stronger in its purest form. After a short few seconds, I gulped hard to swallow that leftover log, my rump adorned with a shit-eating grin as he watched me down my own turd. My boyfriend's an asshole.