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[i]Soft pants lifted into the air, a flurry of exasperated gasps, whimpers, and moans that swirled into a sloppy cacophony of lust; Itself endlessly interrupted by wet guttural airy hollow juicy blasts of varying intensity, a loud lewd series of burps spluttered up by a very much overburdened catboy's hole. He was a total mess, shocked that he'd even managed to get this much in, easily almost a foot of silicon cock already seated in his plush rear, clogging his chute up nicely... with plenty more inches to go before the whole flexible mass had sufficiently "disappeared" into his depths. The feline lived for nights like this, curled up on his bed after a long annoying day of work, mentally exhausted but too physically excited to sleep -- instead expending all that energy on his poor pucker. He'd spent countless hours of his off time and weekends spreading and plowing apart his butthole, to the point where he was absolutely sure that he hadn't gone a single day in the past two or three years without spreading his lax sphincter to absurd widths. It'd reached the point where he hardly cared to warm up any longer, after all, how could he hold back when this moment would be all that was on his mind throughout the latter half of his workdays, throughout the leadup to his time off? Knowing every moment brought him closer and closer to that bliss, to training that muscle he loved so much. Some days he'd just slip through the door to his shared flat, say hi to his roommate, then quickly shuffle to his room to pipe his hole until it couldn't shut any more, shoving four or five fingers between those sweaty unbelievably fat boy booty cheeks to fingerfuck that dumper the moment he got his bedroom door shut. His bassy cannon of a farthole was so loose that, unbeknownst the cat, he'd sometimes splutter so noisily in his sleep that even his roommate could hear it.[/i]

[i]As he slotted a few more inches closer to completely enveloping the double-ended toy the cat purred hotly, hand jerking vigorously at his fat musky cock, engaged in his other favorite behavior, rubbing his impressive well-hung overly pierced rod. His balls churned, the heavy saggy orbs sloshing audibly as they swung, wetly slapping into his sweat-soaked thighs as he bucked back and forth on the massive toy he was spearing himself with, wet noisy rippling queefs farting and bubbling out from his slime-slickened tailhole as he bounced, moaning and whimpering. The bulge on his stomach apparent, curving to reveal the shape of his large intestine, a widened slightly straightened out cavern spanning from his rectum to his ascending colon. Even his rectal bend was basically ineffective, his second sphincter worn into a slowly winking pulsating hole, one which he knew to easily slurp up whatever object he mashed or fucked deep enough into his hole, much to his needy pleasure of course. The cat just couldn't stop himself, moaning with gleeful pleasure as he would occasionally release his fat throbbing vein-coated fuckstick, his heavy breeding rod pumping out hot steamy musk and thick ropes of pre as it tensed and throbbed, pulsating as he brought his palm to the shifting bulge in his deepest bowels, purring and pawing at it as he fucked the toy deeper and deeper into his guts... There was just no better stress relief, every little bit of nuisance was behind him in moments like this... Every rude stare on his way to work, every stupid report a higher-up had him file, every embarrassing accidental noisy outburst of his hole, every time a coworker "accidentally" took his lunch, everything; Every bit of it all was gone and dissipated into pure anally destructive bliss...[/i]

[i]And beyond that, it just felt good, he knew that all too well, especially as he was finally rounding and butting that tip his fingers were grasped around against his ass-pussy, prodding and hammering against his hole, every wet gurgling squelch of his sloppy bog of a cunt devouring and slurping the toy deeper and deeper, until, finally, the joy of impressively packing what was probably two or so feet of soft squishy fake double-ended dick into his ruined turd canals, his intestines totally repurposed, the feeling alone eliciting intense pride from the cat, who almost wished he could be showing his impressive and sloppy hole off... to show just why his butthole was so loud, so consistently sloppy and gurgly... That it wasn't a matter of weird bowel issues, but a purposeful concerted effort to ruin, thrash, and realign his asshole into a hot throbbing wet fleshlight... God the toy felt so good, his fingers helped to ensure the dildo was lodged well and deep in his crapper, fist-fucking the toy beyond his rectum, sliding out his foghorn of a cunt with a lewd wet gurgly "belch", his asshole nonstop rippling and flapping for a moment as he brought his slimy hand to his maw, licking the digits off for a moment before rubbing the bulge in his tummy, purring as his eyes scanned the room around him... The toy felt so good, he thought to himself, that he reckoned it was time for another, that his pooper could use a much more involved thrashing than usual...[/i]

[i]The kitty wiggled his hips, purring while squeezing and pawing at the bulging mound that overly long double-ended cock tucked in his guts had formed, his guts loosely sliding along its surface as he jerked the toy off inside of him. Every pump made the feline gasp and blush, his own cock needily throbbing with excited pleasure... The cat blushed, he knew he was a slut, but he just couldn't help how good it felt... and besides, it's not as if his wide fat booty wasn't practically made to be mushed against a strong pair of hips... Speaking of, Callum's big rolling haunches clapped and slammed together noisily while he waved them side to side, lewdly splattering hot steaming ass-sweat over his bed with every heavy clap together. He purred, lounging there as his eyes scanned, looking around for a while until finally something caught his eye; It was a small box of balls and oddly shaped objects, all varying weights, sizes, and makes... He could just feel his beaten loose shitter just shudder and clench with excited anxious delight when he stared at them, the hazy stink-ridden kittyboy ass musk filled humid air around his heaving glistening perfectly orb-like bubble-butt cheeks resonating with the heavy powerful sound of his wet slime-coated turdlog squeezer flexing between his legs. Every big pulsating hungry clench helped to keep his weak saggy intestines from shitting the toy out, the sheer weight of the double-ender mushing down at his large intestine and making him shiver, the feeling of his bowels repeatedly flexing and tensing making him moan. Every big heavy pulse of his guts loosely shoved the toy against the inner half of his puffy swollen wrinkly asspussy, slime occasionally squirting out along with a wet hot clogged up queef as every so often his innards would give a hard enough push to ram a good quarter of the fat tip of the toy out his boulder-crapping boghole, eliciting a slutty breathy gasp of delight, the feline unable to help but occasionally audibly beg for more, a reaction that made him blush due to there being nobody around to exactly help him take more... As he pulled a big fat football from the box he licked his chops, rolling the odd shape in his fingers, feeling the soft bumpy texture against his paw pads, it just made him shiver, excitement filling his loins, making his cock tense and pump up more hot pre.[/i]

[i]"It's a shame," the kitty thought to hisself, "if only my roommate knew and... well... was into this kinda stuff... I'm sure my butthole would be so loose I'd need to stuff towels in just to keep it from loudly 'mouthing off' at work..." The feline purred, his perverted thoughts earning him another fat heaving throb of his rod, pulsating hotly below him. His eyes stared at the big fat ball in his hand, rotating it softly while his other found itself fervently stroking at his dick, smearing his paw with precum. He huffed out, leaning forward, his mouth softly biting at the warm bed sheets as he proudly arched his whorish ass upward, every single move that of a true natural butt slut... His big oversized fart-ripping fog factory of an ass-pipe lazily flexing, piercings jingling and clinking against each other, their reverberations making the cat moan while he felt his pooper lazily yawn open, farting noisily as it started to slowly push outward. His sphincter bulged out, spreading up his sweat-drenched canyon of a buttcrack and softly starting to fart and shit the dildo inside him out. Yet, instead of being able to pass the heaving multi-pound silicon bowel-movement, the poor needy slutty cat's assring found itself shoving the toy out against the tip of a football... one which was quickly beginning to have enough pressure applied to it to force that fat cock back into Callum's obliterated colon. He shivered when the pushing forced nasty hot blasts of gassy musky air from his rectum, feeling his innards clinching up around the dildo, flexing and giving pressure against him before he'd forced it deeper, ramming it far into his bowels and forcing his delightfully painfully stinging butthole to wrap around the ball, the skin pulled taut as it was smashed and bashed into his hole by repeated prods and thrusts.[/i]

[i]This was way better than any sex toy, the sheer size alone being nearly enough to make the cat cum, not to mention the texture... or the deliciously embarrassing thought that he was about to cram an entire sports ball up his battered bruised pooper that was so big most people wouldn't even imagine it being so much as possible to insert. The thought made his heart flutter as much as the feeling, every ridge of the ball swallowed in another wet squelching sloppy gulp of his noisy wet ass-trumpet making him tense ever harder in his hands, his cock flexing powerfully between powerful clinches and throbs of his butthole around his impromptu "toy", the feline practically pissing pre onto his bed while pleasuring himself. Greedily his butthole devoured inch after inch of the ball between fat roaring loose farts, his room already well hotboxed by the stench of his big fat cumsacks and the steamy sloppy musk of his clogged loose baritone-blowing makeshift backpack of a colon, practically forming a swirly haze around him as he incessantly fucked up and brutalized his hole. He went harder and further, needily railing his hole... When one football wasn't enough, he quickly found himself fishing another up from the box, carelessly forcing the dildo and the other deeper into his ruined large intestine, his reckless mind unworried about the prospects of lodging or losing such a massive thing so deep in his butthole... Of course, for a carry-bag slut like the calico, those two balls and that massive colon-snake of a double-dildo wouldn't be enough, and before long, he found himself grabbing a big fat heavy baseball, something with a little heft to match the fat silicon beauty's... of course, this would before long lead to another, thoughts, cares, and worries about playing silently to evade being heard rapidly leaving the oversexed cat's brain... surely his roommate's record player would drown out the sloppy gross farts and gurgles, all the slutty needy moans, the delicious jingle of his piercings, of which he knew he needed to get more, finding himself yanking and pulling at the rings on his asshole...[/i]

[i]Elsewhere in the flat, Callum's roommate was relaxing after a hard day of their own. They'd woken bright and early, the alarm clock on their side-table blaring the morning radio broadcast into their ear, nearly making them jump right out from bed. It wasn't exactly the most comforting way to wake up, but it worked, and most importantly of all it got them right to working through their morning. From freshening up, to filling their belly, and finally on the tram line to work... Work was always rough, lasting hours upon hours -- this evidenced by the fact that they'd only gotten home at 19:00, which was a few hours ago. They tried not to think too much about it by the time they got home, after all, it was better to focus on cooling off and recharging, especially if work was to come again tomorrow... At the moment they were in their room, a record whirring around a turntable, soft lulling music pushing through wood-paneled speakers, all while they sat at a chair, working at a scarf. This peace was interrupted by a strange sound as the record came to its conclusion; It wasn't the usual hopping and skipping they'd grown used to when the needle bounced against the end of the vinyl, it was... wet? Yet windy, like a noisy bubbling, air wetly coming out from something perhaps? They thought on this while they turned off the record, before worry suddenly struck at their nerves...[/i]

[i]After all, it was absolutely possible the odd sound could have been an issue in the pipes! This apartment was older than old, and they weren't quite sure if they remembered the attendant to the building mentioning if it had ever received any refurbishments beyond the usual of yanking out lead pipes and replacing them with copper and other metals... They grew anxious, turning off their turntable and setting their needles aside, a few steps quickly bringing them out into the hall as they decided to investigate... They remembered hearing their roommate Callum having arrived earlier, the admittedly cute short calico calling out "I'm home!" Before shutting the door up and going to his room for who knew what... so perhaps they also were looking into the sound? The sound had lessened, disappearing just as fast as it had come. They waited a moment, before long considering returning to their hobbywork, after all... the noise seemed to be gone now. But, all of a sudden, it appeared, louder and more rippling, a noisy noticeably wet sputtering erupting sound, like wet air blasting out from a clogged pipe. The roommate's ears fell, their tail swaying a little, "Just great, of course it's while I'm trying to relax that something breaks... I wonder if Callum had anything to do with it, he's oddly silent, but he's got to be hearing this..." They thought to themselves, a monologue of complaints spattering about their mind as they neared closer and closer to the sound, listening as it rose and fell in intensity, occasionally letting up before starting all over again, often changing in pitch or rapidity...[/i]

[i]"Then again, he's a bit of an airhead..." As they continued to draw closer, their steps grew slower, ears softly pivoting and rotating to try and track a source of the audio... Louder and louder the strange noise grew while they drew ever nearer, until, finally, they found themselves facing the effeminate cat's door, just in time for that wet sloppy spluttering to noisily arise again. Right when the roommate was about to knock they suddenly froze, noticing something strange on top of the noise. "Is that... moaning?" The roommate thought to themselves, their mind suddenly swirling with all sorts of thoughts and curiosities. It was light, soft and breathy, constantly dotted with exasperated and cute little squeaks and whines. The noise would rise and fall rapidly, a moist squelching almost sliding sound, like something slippery sliding in and out of a damp tunnel... This only made them more curious, realizing the sound was somewhat familiar, having heard something fainter but similar a few weeks back in between records, but not having thought enough at the time to investigate it... Just what was happening in Callum's room? A weak shuddering mewling pleasured groan rose as the loose hollow windy noise softened into low grumbles while their hand, with some trepidation, slowly reached out for the door's handle, licking their parched chops as they reached out and grasped at it. Slowly, very gently, they turned it, pushing the door just wide enough to peek... Inch by inch it drew from its frame, until the cat's roommate was met with an incredibly shocking sight. There laid the effeminate calico kitty, stark naked, his huge wobbling chair-crushing overly cushioned massive globe like butt cheeks shaking and rippling, the feline shivering as they bounced, practically twerking up into the air. The cat's balls swung back, smacking with a wet ripple across Callum's ass cheeks as he rolled his hips up, those giant sweat drenched orbs crashing together before spreading apart when he fucked forward into his hands... and that's when the person caught the most shocking sight of all, one that made their heart beat on double time, their tail shooting up as their cheeks glowed bright red.[/i]

[i]Callum's butthole was absolutely. Fucking. Enormous. It looked ruined, the enormous thing a rippling rolling winking expanse of deliciously well-battered wrinkles and sphincter folds, the roommate not even able to guess at how much sluttiness would be needed to achieve such an incredibly obliterated pooper, so loose he probably could sit on a bollard and easily slide a few inches down... What a glorious asshole, the massive ass-crack spanning sphincter tensing and pulsating, throbbing as the needy feline fucked his hands, completely unaware of his audience. All the better was the kitty's decorations, the beautiful "jewelry" pierced into his asshole helping to seal the deal, his roommate knowing true and well that the kitty was a dedicated ass-slut, that he probably had sat just about anything small enough to go in himself in the flat up his ass -- that he'd probably even taken countless fat dicks and innumerable fists crashing into his butthole. The thoughts swirled in their head, overwhelming them with perverse delight as they watched the kitty's twerking waving rippling bubble-butt, about to try and force themselves away... but suddenly they saw something that shocked, excited, and completely melted their brain and ability to properly assess the situation. Just as they were turning the feline drew a paw off his cock, gripping at the bed sheet and raising up their ass, slowing the rolling of their hips and the needy pumping of their cock. His dick looked as though it was about to burst, tensing as they held their hips up high, grunting loudly as their big heaving wrinkly shitlog chopping turdchute slid outward, the feline obviously bearing down on something big and hard...[/i]

[i]Slowly his warm dutch oven's sloppy oversized sphincter bulged out, rounding and losing some of its deep wrinkly bumpy surface as it began to smooth out, growing taut as it spread around something huge and round... "Holy fuck... is that a baseball!?" The kitty's roommate gasped out, Callum's eyes widening as his door creaked the rest of the way open to reveal them, standing shocked and excited. The feline, already at the widest point of the enormous ball, couldn't hold it back, the huge shape spreading against his weak attempts to clench and suck it back in, resulting in the enormous orb wetly plopping out from his ass, leaving it to immediately gape wide open before his roommate, immediately erupting. At long last, the source of that strange sloppy noise was revealed... They stood still, staring in awe as that enormous buttcunt rippled and sputtered, gurgling so intensely that it made the buttslut's ass cheeks quake. His asshole could put a foghorn to shame, shitting up loud blaring hot noisy farts every few seconds, an announcement that a worn loose slut was near... They weren't quick gassy blasts either,

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[quote]"analfluffer208308":/users/1226917 said: I will never get tired of your art. Or your stories [/quote] Thank you seriously, stuff like this keeps me going when I get tired. I was planning to write more for this piece though I didn't quite get around to it fhsdjkghjsdk

I will never get tired of your art. Or your stories