Grin and Bear ($#)it!
SO WHO WANTED A SEQUEL TO HYENAS?
Too fuckin' bad, you get this horrifying stuff instead. Have fun with it.
- GRIN AND BEAR (SH)IT-
Elliot works at an accounting firm outside of Pleasantview city, in neighboring Addleburg. He's been gone since yesterday morning because there was a crisis with their accounting team, someone had made a mistake and underreported revenue close to about 2 k, and the entire accounting staff had to spend the entire night going through all the accounts an' finding the mistakes. Becker works as a manager of a local burger chain, Big Burger. He lives in an apartment by himself, while Elliot lives in a much nicer place uptown. The two have been friends since middle school, and typically hang out and blaze and get drunk together. They had plans to get together and get blazed while they watched all of the Blade movies in a row, and Becker had even picked up a half ounce for the occasion. Elliot of course had been busy, so Becker had been lighting up pack after pack, in a near catatonic state for the duration of the night and through most of the morning, and had been playing through Kraken 3 on his Playbox540. He was exhausted after being up all night, but more than that he was hungry. And knowing that he didn't have any food in his apartment, he resolved to call up his favorite pizza place at close to six in the morning to see if they would deliver. Had he had the television on, he would've seen the extensive coverage of what they were calling a major break in the sewage line at the old abandoned S.K.S toy factory. He would've known why his entire apartment was slowly being permeated by the thick, sour stench of waste that was blanketing the entire city, slowly starting to bake as the sun started coming up over the horizon, the first police sirens starting to wail. Elliot was unfortunately the victim of a daily hour long commute to his job, which paid more than well enough to offset the travel. But still, he hated it, and after a night like the one he'd just had, he decided that it was not only deserved, but necessary that he spark a bowl before he made the long commute. Something to make the trip a little bit more enjoyable. The sickly strong smell of the medical grade pot he usually picked up started seeping out into the rest of the car when he opened the glove box, and quickly flooded the space whenever he opened up the ziplock. Placing his bowl in his lap, he started crumbling the stuff into his bowl with one hand while grabbing his phone with the other and dialing Becker. He seriously needed to unwind after all that shit, and he hoped that Becker hadn't fallen asleep. Becker was dozing on the couch, the room lit by the coming sunrise and the game over screen of Kraken 3. His phone was wedged between his cheek and the pillow, his attempt to order a pizza having been foiled by his need to sleep. His ringtone blasted right into his eardrum when Elliot called him, and he jolted awake, immediately grabbing for his phone and mumbling a very groggy sounding hello into the reciever.
"Becker I'm so sorry man, I couldn't call last night, you remember that fucker Jacobs I was telling you about at work? Well this moron, and he's been here for almost a year now, by the way, was marking revenues collected in his reports under the total recieved revenues box for the entire fiscal year. Can you believe that? So everyone in accounting had to stay overnight and comb through the accounts to fix this god-awful fucking mess. I'm just getting out now." Becker, having been jolted awake so suddenly, only picked up about half of this.
"You woke me up just now, y'know, so... There's that. Not all of us have the good grace to be getting paid triple overtime for a night's worth of work, dick." Becker breathed in deeply, and then sat up, rubbing his face with his hand. "Sorry, I didn't mean that. They kept you there the whole night?" The phone was silent for a few moments before the sound of a deep and strained exhalation came into Becker's ear, Elliot having sparked his bowl.
"They kept everyone there all night, Becker. This is the sort of thing that can completely break a business. At least they finally fired this guy, I mean Jesus, is this what it takes to lose a fucking job here?" The sound of a lighter being flicked, and then inhalation. Becker was waking up a little bit more, smirking as he reached over to lift and inspect the hefty bag of nugs he had picked up earlier.
"Suppose that's why you can get away with getting stoned in the parking lot every day! So what's up, did you guys actually get it sorted out, or-"
"Yeah, yeah it's all taken care of," Elliot cut in. "Once we found two reports that Jacobs mismanaged we just went through all the ones he'd done. Turns out he'd been underreporting for the entire year." "Shit man, well I'm glad at least you guys caught it. What are you gonna' do now? Go home and crash?" Becker had snatched the bowlhead from the two-footer sitting next to the armrest of the couch an was starting to pack it full himself, having lost a little bit of his high during his nap.
"Dude, FUCK that, it's the weekend, I just worked my ass off-- I need to get like, six kinds of fucked up right now. Can I come over?" Elliot torched the remaining bud in the bowl, tanking nearly half a bowl pack in one shot, the interior of his car all cloudy.
Becker grimaced. He really could use the sleep, but he knew that after a night like his friend just had, he needed to let him come over. "Yyyyyeah, dude. Just come on over, I'll make some coffee, just gimme' a call when you get here."
"Okay Becker, I haven't left yet, so it'll be a while. You got beer still?" Elliot opened up his glove box, replacing his stash before buckling up an' starting to pull out into the street.
"Haha, I bought a 30 rack and you didn't show up, so what do you think?" Becker questioned into the reciever, a shitty grin on his face. Elliot smiled too, laughing shortly.
"All gone?"
"Yyyyyyup!"
"You're a tank, Becker. I'll pick up two thirty racks on my way over then, you just make sure Clarice is packed up whenever I get there, right?" Becker turned and replaced the bowlhead into Clarice before lifting it up onto the couch. "I think I can manage that, man. I'll see you when you get here, Elliot." Click! Elliot always had this annoying habit of hanging up the phone without saying goodbye. Elliot cracked one of his windows down as he grabbed for a cigarette. He had a good feeling about the rest of the day.
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Elliot drove most of the ride home in silence, so stoned that he forgot to turn the radio on until about a half hour into the drive. The top 40 radio station he was listening to cut to a news update segment about a sewage main burst at the S.K.S toy factory. From what it sounded like, the place was in lockdown by the department of health and human services. The DJ's were making jokes about how bad the entire town smelled.
"I guess that's why the factory went out of business-- All their toys stink!" One of them remarked, before they both laughed their obnoxious radio-personality laughs, and Elliot chuckled. He was coming around a bend in the highway, and in the distance he saw a plume of smoke rising from a wreck on the side of the road. A car had crashed into the separation between directions of traffic, and had careened into another car, placing them both sideways in the middle of the highway. Traffic was completely backed up behind this, bumper to bumper. As he passed the wreck, he turned to look at the damage. The front end of one of the cars was completely smashed in, and the other had its doors open, the three passengers seemingly unharmed and gathered around the car that had recieved most of the damage, gathered around the front and side of the car and looking inside. Elliot was puzzled for a moment, and had slowed down to look.
He could see the man in the drivers seat of the wrecked car through the cracked windshield. His face was obese and twisted into an insane grin, the corners of his mouth pulled deep into the dimples of his huge cheeks, which sagged over his inhumanly large lips. His nose was far too big for the rest of his face, and in fact it looked like his entire face was warped somehow. His entire form bounced and tugged up and down against the steering wheel trapping him inside of the vehicle, his body heaving unnaturally inside of the car. His arms were cranking in place as if he was marching. His wild eyes locked with Elliot's as he drove by, and the small, blonde human stared back for a moment in disbelief.
"What the fuck..?" He asked himself before looking back at the road and seeing he was about to hit a car that had parked on the shoulder. "SHIT!" He cried, jerking the wheel in the other direction and shooting off past the accident. He looked into his rearview and saw the plume of smoke from the destroyed car shrinking in the distance, his heart pounding from what he had just seen. __________________________________________________________________________________
As Elliot drove into town he noticed that there weren't many cars on route 67 north, and that they all seemed to be headed south, away from the city of Pleasantview. Traffic was completely backed up behind the accident, and he counted himself thankful that he was on his way into the city. His windows were still down whenever he actually took the exit, as it was uncharacteristically warm for March, and felt like the middle of Summer. When he took the exit he immediately started to smell what they must have been talking about on the radio, the sewage break. "Augh-!" He cried as he took in the first whiff. It hadn't even crept up on him, it was like as soon as he took the exit he was swallowed by a wall of stink and humidity that flooded into the car through the open windows. He immediately rolled them up, but it didn't really do much good. The thick stench of waste had already rolled inside and overtaken the sour smell of marijuana, making the inside of the car stink like a port-a-potty even after the windows were rolled up. "Oh my fucking god, for real?" He coughed and huffed, trying to get the smell out of the back of his nose, the taste out of the back of his throat, but his efforts were fruitless. It was like the town just didn't have any fresh air in it anymore. As he drew closer the stench became thicker and thicker. There was this weird sort of fog in the air that obscured everything more than a few blocks away. And as he drove his normal route towards the SKS toy factory, it got even thicker. Four blocks away, then three, then two. Where he had seen cars driving by him in the other direction as he was coming in, he noted that the farther he got into the city, the less cars there were driving on the roads. The 'fog' obscuring the air was so thick that he had to slam on his brakes when he finally saw the orange and white plastic barriers cutting off the area around the SKS toy factory, the air now so thick that he couldn't even see to the next corner. In fact, the steamy stuff was so thick that it had condensed thickly on his windshield. He cursed and turned on his windshield wipers, watching as the blades wiped the stuff off to the side.
It dribbled down the blades in a sickly looking frothy brown juice, and things quickly became too much for Elliot. There was fucking shit juice all over his car! And it smelled so bad! His stomach heaved as his gag reflex kicked in. He held it in long enough to undo his seatbelt and fling open the door of the car, to get out an' drop to his hands and knees before puking right there in the middle of the empty intersection. What small amount of undigested chinese food from the night before sprayed out of his mouth onto the pavement, splashing against his wrists and hands as he heaved. He gasped in-between, bringing more of that scent into his lungs which only stirred up the urge to puke more, but eventually, his stomach emptied, and he sat dry-heaving over the pavement for a minute, his head spinning, face flushed.
He dizzily considered if this was such a good idea. If health and human services was here, maybe he shouldn't have even come to see Becker. He'd never seen anything like this, and if this stuff was steaming up his car, then it was probably getting into his lungs, too, making him sick or something. His entire chest and pelvis felt tight as he rose back up to his feet, opening his car door back up and getting back inside. It'd be a waste now if he drove back home, he was already so close to Becker's house, and then he could get out of this horrible, nasty environment.
Then again, he asked himself, Becker's house was only four blocks away from the SKS factory. How much better than this intersection would it possibly be? __________________________________________________________________________________
The first thing that registered in Becker's mind when he woke up was how full and needy his cock felt. It was funneled down one of his pantlegs and squeezed between his full thighs and the couch cushions beneath him. He had smoked two full bowl packs out of his bong before he'd fallen back asleep, and was just coming up on the peak of his high whenever he woke up. His head was swimming, and it was almost like waking up to a dream. He groaned sleepily as he stretched out on his belly, his hands winding forward to clutch at the armrest as he ground down into his furniture, stimulating his morning stiffy. The movement caused his wide asscheeks to rub together in his pants, the wet and mucky feeling between his asscheeks suddenly bringing the horrible smell of waste to the forefront of his mind. He was jolted into consciousness as he realized he must have shit his pants as he slept, and rolled over onto his side, his stiff member dribbling inside of his jeans.
"Oh god no, tell me I didn't.. Didn't.." He looked down at himself, at the much-too large bulge of his member down his pantleg, and the far too large area of precum puddling out of it and soaking through his pants. His hips and ass were bulging obscenely inside of his pants, which felt far too tight all over, especially around his mucky ass. "What the fuck..?" The sight was confusing and scary, and Becker reached down with both hands to fumble and pull at his waistband. He had to suck in his gut as far as he could to get the button undone and the zipper down, but his pants were still far too tight around him as he did this. He groaned as his jeans slid down his monstrous erection, the thick stench of waste, of cheese and stink amplifying as he brought his hindquarters out into the open air. The warm air caressed his stinking coke-can of a cock as it was freed, bouncing up against his belly with a wet slap before sinking down against the cushions, dribbling profusely. He quickly reasoned that he must have still been dreaming. But it seemed so vivid! As he reached down to gingerly wrap his fingers around the wet, slimy length, he groaned, pleasure racking his huge cock an' shooting up into his swollen hips. His mucky ass clenched, and he remembered why he'd undone his pants, to check the damage to his ass. Immediately as he felt it he registered how much bigger it was, how huge and slick and plush it felt under his fingers. He let out a little groan as he squeezed and kneaded a cheek for a second, his other hand giving his tool a squeeze. His face suddenly flushed as he came out of the short daze, realizing he was playing with himself and thinking about having something between his asscheeks, prodding and poking and pushing into his huge, empty ass. No, not something, he realized. A huge, meaty, throbbing dick. His entire body felt burning hot with embarassment and shame as he pushed his fingertips between his cheeks, still convincing himself he was checking if he had shit himself, and let out another groan, unable to stop the sound as it pushed from his lips. His pucker felt huge under his fingertips, taking up the majority of space between his cheeks, grungy and gaping and insunken! In fact, when he went to even touch it, his fingertips easily sunk deep into the wet, slimy expanse of flesh between his cheeks. Slime and goop and grunge, but none of the telltale muck that meant he messed himself. But then why did his entire apartment stink so fucking bad? He was having a hard time bringing himself to remove his hand from his ass, his prodding fingers pushing deeper and brushing the massive pit of hot, stinking flesh that had become his asshole. He knew that it was wrong, that he should stop, but he just couldn't bring himself to end the pleasure shooting through his growing rod, packing on inch after inch of stiff, stinking meat as he stroked it. Pretty soon two of his fingers were pumping slowly in and out of his huge hole, drawing with them the stink from his new ass out into the room. His meaty pole dribbled against his belly now, taut with blood and piddling precum down his stomach and onto the couch and carpet. Something is wrong, his head kept saying to him, but trying to determine what that was was becoming an increasingly difficult task for Becker as he slowly sank into pleasuring his new parts, eyes cloudy as he drooled into his pillow. ______________________________________________________________________________ Elliot pulled up to Becker's place, parking on the side of the road. He was glad that he was finally here, and that he could just waltz in and get fucked up with- SHIT! In seeing all the crazy shit that Elliot had encountered since he had driven into the city, he had completly forgotten about picking up beer. He cursed under his breath as he backed the car out, before cutting his vehicle back into the thick smog that filled even the street that Becker lived on. He knew Hanley Wine and Beer was the closest place, but it was less than a block away from that quarantined zone he had driven by before. Back in the other direction. Would the place even be open with this shit going on? It was probably worth a shot, and Elliot put the car back in gear and started driving. When he pulled up he turned his windshield wipers off, watching in wonder as beads of the stuff immediately condensed against his windshield. It was kind of neat how it was sticking to everything. In fact, Elliot himself felt a little bit damp from the whole thing. He was pretty preoccupied with fighting nausea for a few moments as he imagined that the stuff must've soaked into his clothes, stuck to his skin, like it did on the windshield. But then he got out of the car, turned and saw something quite amiss. The sign above the liquor store, normally reading Hanley Wine and Beer looked like it had been vandalized! But strangely enough, the only thing out of place was what looked like thick, gloppy shit smeared over one of the E's to turn it into an A. It said "Hanley Wine and Bear. " "What the fuck is going on with this town today, for real?" He muttered to himself as he slammed his car door shut and walked into the store. Soon as he opened up the door, hot air rushed out at him, like the pressure and humidity in the store were different from outside. He reeled back, hand clutching the handle, as he realized that the smell inside of the store was even WORSE! I mean, it still smelled like shit, but now it was compounded by this sharp, sour smell, the pungent stink of cockcheese and BO, wet fur and musk. "But you need to pick up beer," a voice in his head rationalized, and he stepped into the brightly lit store. It looked like the place had been ransacked! One of the shelves had toppled, sending wine bottles shattering all over the floor in one side of the store, including directly in front of the counter. Panic swept over Elliot as normalcy was disrupted for him once again. What the fuck had happened here? Were people looting? His eyes caught the coolers in the back of the store, and adrenaline started rushing through him. If people were looting, then that meant that he could just.. Just grab whatever he wanted. But what if the police were about to be here, and they saw him? His eyes darted to the unoccupied counter. There was nobody in the store, and come to think of it, there wasn't anybody on the street since he came into the city, either. Which meant that he could probably take whatever he wanted and get off completely scott free. But why would he loot anything? He had a great job and could easily afford to just buy the stuff. And the consequences if he got caught would be immense. He'd probably lose his job, and then he wouldn't be able to buy the shit even if he wanted to. He stood in the doorway for a moment before another thought wiggled its way into his head, negating his logical thought process. "What a naughty thing to do," that same voice that had guided him into the store said, another rush of excitement washing over Elliot as he stood in the doorway, his crotch feeling tight and heavy as he started through the store. He was growing stiff as he made his way through the only aisle not covered in glass and liquor from whatever had happened. It took only a few moments for him to heft the two thirty racks and run for his car, throwing them in the backseat before starting to run around to the front of the car. His pants felt tight, especially around the bulge of his half stock as he sat back down in the seat of his car, going to start the ignition and then stopping. Why just two thirty racks? If he could take whatever he wanted.. His erection beamed and swelled as thoughts of how naughty he was kept bubbling up in his brain. He smiled at his realization an' climbed back out of the car before slamming the door loudly, heading back into the humid, disgusting store for another haul. The stronger, more pungent stench inside was familiar an' exciting, and for just a split second, he thought about how it was nicer in here than it was outside. He felt giddy, almost drunk as he walked to the back of the store, to the cooler he had left open. It felt as if the refridgeration inside of the thing was broken. In fact, the heat and stench almost seemed to be flowing out of the open cooler door. Elliot ignored it as he reached in and grabbed the last rack of Coors out of the back of the middle shelf on the freezer, hefting it with a grunt out of the freezer. And then he could ignore it no more. With the thirty rack gone, he could see all the way through the freezer into the back where it opened up. And what he saw was a mottled, scuzzy fuckstick bigger than his arm, bobbing and blobbing huge dollops of murky, yellowed looking jizz onto the metal rack of the cooler. It was dark brown all over, but mottled with patches of sickly yellow and brown, the fat head shiny and pink, a huge expanse of soggy, cheesy foreskin hanging around it. The fat piece of meat glistened on the surface, like it was covered in a film of half-dried slime. He drew in a gasp in surprise, the breath he took feeling hot, humid, and packed with stench, like it'd all just gravitated into his mouth. He sputtered, immediately feeling lightheaded, "What the FUCK? DUDE!" He jumped back quickly, reeling into another shelf of liquor and sending a few bottles tumbling off the other side, glass cracking and smashing all over the floor, the stench of alcohol and musk and waste burning his nose and eyes as that cock moved away from the opening in the freezer, bobbing and swaying and moving to the side. Heavy, rhythmic squishing sounds started coming from the back of the store, almost like footfalls. His heart was pounding and he took a few moments to just catch his breath there. What the fuck WAS that? It was literally like a monster cock! It was so fuckin' big, bigger than any he'd ever seen! His thought process caught a major snag when he realized for the first time that he was erect. And not just that he was erect, but that he couldn't stop thinking about that huge, stinking cock he'd just peeked at. His own erection was flooding with blood, jutting inside of his pants, and he grunted as he fumbled with his waistband for a moment, not really thinking about what he was doing other than that he had to relieve the pressure around his strangled rod. But this too was interrupted when that squishing sound stopped. He turned his head to see where it had come from, and was greeted by something awful. Literally. In the doorway to the back of the store stood a seven foot tall BEAR! His proportions were grotesque and exaggerated, his entire body sagging and fat, covered in grungy, wet looking fur. Its upper half looked fat, but its bottom half looked downright overstuffed! Its hips were a few sizes too big, its huge ass easily the widest point on its body. It bobbed slightly up and down on its huge, torso sized paws, caked between the toes with cheese and jam. Its gigantic, soft tummy jiggled and hung over the disgusting tool he had been so fixated on before. Now Elliot could see that the thing's rod, and the sagging, basketball-sized sack below were caked in scum and shit, pockets of frothy cheese and sweat showcasing every wet fold of flesh, jiggling and dancing for him, making his cock even harder. The thing had wild, fake looking eyes with way too much blue iris, the pupil drawn into a little speck and looking right at Elliot. The creature had a big, snotty muzzle with a bulbous nose, leaking snot down over its lips, which looked huge and juicy, and hung almost awkwardly from his face. They were so big that they garbled his speech, his voice insane and deep and goofy as it boomed out at Elliot. "WEYULLLLL HEEOWDY DOWDY DOODY DOO!" Its arms, both bent at ninety degree angles, suddenly stuck out straight in front of it. Its hips hoisted jerkily back and up into the air, raising his ass at the wall and leaning forward, still looking straight at Elliot, before letting loose an immense, sputtering fart as it started to lift its huge legs up and down, marching in place in that awkward position. Elliot watched as the wall behind the creature's immense ass was suddenly coated in a dense spray of shit, flecks of it spraying from the horrible bear monster's bottom with incredible speed. The bear just kept farting and farting, and after five seconds of being dumbfounded by the act, Elliot found his legs. He turned and bolted for the door, immediately hearing the thing's huge, fatty body moving to pursue him. That heavy, squishing sound coming fast behind him before the sound turned to that of crunching glass. He turned to look as he opened the door and saw the thing mechanically marching forward, its huge feet slamming down painlessly into the glass and crunching it beneath, its cock dribbling and spurting profusely, face contorted into that insane grin. Its arms pumped rigidly as it stomped towards him, further exaggerating the movement. He had seen enough of this thing, and he slammed the door behind him, sprinting over to his car and trying to tug it open. Locked? "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He mumbled as he patted his pockets for the keys. He found them in his jacket pocket, pulling them out an' looking frantically at the keys, trying to get the right one in his hand. He heard that booming noise again, this time from behind him. "HEEEEOWDY DOWDY DOODY DOO!" The same deep, retarded voice as before boomed, before another one cut in in the middle of the statement, sounding the exact same, almost as if it were some sort of ultra-loud, unsynced soundbyte. He looked behind him for only a second, but saw two of the same monsters he had seen in the liquor store marching towards him from the sidewalk on the other side of the street, and his adrenaline pushed things into overdrive. Everything was going so fast as he grabbed for his keys, hearing these two things squishing and drawing themselves closer, with their horrible bodies an' smelly cocks. His own was dribbling and drooling profusely inside of his pants, and had he not been so preoccupied he would've noticed his excitement building, his balls growing tense and full as they prepared their load. He shook as he fumbled with his keys, getting the right one after a second and stabbing at the door, keying scratches of the paint off a few times before it found his mark and he unlocked the thing. Uttering a breathy "YES!' he yanked the door open before throwing himself inside and yanking the door shut, before hitting the lock button. Looking out the window he could see that the bears had advanced quite quickly on his position, and if he had taken only a few seconds longer, they surely would've grabbed him. He fumbled with the key once more as he went to start his car. As he turned the ignition he felt the car lurch, and heard a wet SLAP against the drivers side. One of the bears had come right up to the window and smooshed its huge hips and tummy right into it! As Elliot turned to look, he was greeted with a faceful of the same foul, juicy cock he had seen in the store. Only now it was right up in his face, squished tightly against the glass on all sides by a massive, furry belly. The car started to lurch and shake as the creature started humping against it.
"DOHOHOHO!" He heard from outside as the rocking of the car stopped for a moment. He could hear the loud squelching of the other bear coming up behind the first and sinking its stinkstick deep into its ass, before beginning to pound it against the side of the car, rocking the vehicle violently and shaking Elliot around inside. He gasped as he was shaken, his eyes transfixed on the inhumanly large, cheesy pole smooshed up against the window. It only took a few seconds of thrusting and rocking the car, but soon the huge member was bulging and growing bigger against the glass, swelling up for only a few moments and twitching before it started spraying thick, yellow gushes of semen deep into the folds of the belly that was trapping it against the glass. The stuff forced its way around the stomach and splurted out down over the monster's rod, washing over the window in all directions and splattering with force outwards, slapping the ground wetly as it landed. Elliot gasped as he saw the sheer volume of the yellowed seed spurting out of the monstrous cock against the glass, his own excitement whipped up to a peak from being subjected to the show. As he did, he took in a deep breath of the thick, sour stink that had suddenly engulfed the car from the bear's spectacular orgasm. It was boxed in with him now, he was trapped in it. Trapped in all that monster stink. His body shuddered and he whined as his swollen cock twitched and came, hosing down the inside of his pantleg and quickly soaking down the length of the entire fabric. He clutched at the steering wheel as he did so, his cock too sensitive, too constrained for such tight pants. It was the most intense orgasm of his life, and it temporarily relieved him of all those disturbing thoughts about what was going on around him. There was only pleasure, and he whined as he dumped his seed all over the floor of his car, the stench growing stronger and stronger the more he sat there, adding to it. It took him a few moments to realize what had just happened. He hadn't even noticed how aroused he was with everything else that was going on, and he felt dizzy and dazed from the orgasm. But the rational part of his brain was back online, and as he remembered the huge slabs of stinking cock smooshed against his window, fear once again overtook him. Elliot slapped the stick shift into drive and gunned it, peeling out on the spot and leaving the two beasts to fall into the middle of the street as he drove away. The beast's cock made a long, squeaky smear against his windows as he drove away, and the sound made him shudder in his seat again, his cock once again going rigid in his now soiled pants. "What the fuck, what the fuck, what the FUCK!" He said to himself over and over again as he drove, terror and confusion gripping his body. The town was full of fucking monsters! And he had just came watching them fuck against the side of his car, watching that huge dick smooshed up against the glass over and over! He groaned as he realized that thinking about it was making him even more excited. It felt like he hadn't even came, like he still needed release, like he was stuck in fuck mode. He glanced down at his crotch and his stomach dropped when he saw what looked like the fat part of a baseball bat funneled down the thigh of one of his pantlegs. He knew that it was his cock, could feel it rubbing against his knee. His clothes felt really tight all over him, and it was so fucking hot in his car! His chest heaved again and again. He felt like he was having a panic attack, his chest and rod feeling heavy and tight, and that same heaviness developing quickly in the pit of his stomach. He had to poop. He choked back tears, realizing that something was very, very wrong with him. The urge was building quickly in his bowels, and within just a few moments he was clenching his asscheeks together, feeling a huge log snaking its way through his bowels and beginning to turtlehead from his ass. The thick stench of shit and waste was egging him on as he drove, not even thinking about where he was going. He desperately clenched, trying to keep it in, but the urge was becoming stronger with each passing moment. Each time he did his dick stiffened an' pulsed out a thick glob of jism down his leg and onto the floor, hotboxing the stink of sour spunk and the horrible funk of that huge log into the car. He needed somewhere to let out all his shit, and he needed it now. Becker's house. His addled brain made the connection and he immediately cut the wheel, making a reckless u-turn in the middle of the street and speeding off in the direction of his buddy's house, his whole body feeling tight and hot, his thoughts consumed entirely by the urge to expel his waste before he pooped his pants. As he doubled back the way he came, he saw more horrible, happy bear monsters marching around on the sidewalks, stopping to stuff their huge poles into other bearbutts. They were marching out of apartments and houses, attracted initially by the noise of the car an' then even moreso by the following cacophany of booming "HEEEOWDY DOWDY DOODY DOO's" that meant there was a human to play with. Each time he passed one he could hear them shouting it behind him, like they were trying to get him to stop and join in their fun. Before long they were in the distance, though, and he was driving down empty roads once omre. The trip through the hellish town seemed like it took forever to Elliot. His hips and ass were undoubtably swelling inside of his pants, and before long it felt like his waistband was choking his lower half. "They're squeezing the poop out of me!" the voice in his head said as he pulled up. He hadn't seen any more bears on the street, but he didn't want to take any chances. He flung the door open and climbed out, running for the door to Becker's apartment. Knowing that release was in sight, his body started urging the shit out of him faster as soon as he was out of his car. "Time to make some poo!" The voice said, interrupting the flow of his own confused thoughts. He ran a few steps before he had to slow down, his swollen ballsack squeezed painfully between his larger thighs. He grunted and spread his legs as far as he could to either side to solve the problem, shuffling and holding his huge ass through his pants with both hands as he desperately tried to hold in his shit until the urge passed. But it didn't pass, and as Elliot flung open the door to the stairwell of his friend's apartment, the urge only grew stronger. He had to take awkward, wide steps forward to keep his junk from being choked by his pants. The motion was tickling his cock so wonderfully inside of his jeans. He began stomping up the stairs like this, his ass thrust out awkwardly far behind him, his breaths coming raggedly as he continued to heft and hold his sagging ass up with both hands. He had already climbed the first of the three flights, the climb a blur of needy pleasure comin' from his engorged bits, when he was snapped out of his stupor by the feeling of that turd trying to push out of his ass again. He grunted and whined, halting his progress forward to lift his legs up and down in place, like a child that couldn't hold in their waste. __________________________________________________________________________________
When he heard footsteps coming up the stairs to his third floor apartment, Becker realized that not only was he fisting his cock furiously, but that his entire hand was buried inside of his pucker to the wrist. He also realized that he had no idea how long he'd been doing this for. The introduction of the idea of him being caught was enough to wake him from his stupor, and he grunted, blinking a few times. Shame and panic swept over him as he realized what he had been doing, and what was going on. It was like his swollen ass and hips had suddenly become fuckhungry and hiijacked the rest of his body! "Oh shit, what the fuck's happening to me??" registered in his head over and over as he heard the footsteps growing closer and louder, almost like someone was stomping up the stairs. His hand schlorped out of his ass noisily, followed by a trumpet of warm, fetid air blowing against his hand. The feeling was incredible, and made his excited pole dribble, while the thought of it was rapidly making him sick to his stomach. His other hand came away from his cock messily as well, thick strings of sour, stinking slime trailing from his rod to his fingertips. They were both completely slathered and stained with his juices, evidence of what he'd done. He had to hide it, hide his mutation from whoever was coming. It took his sluggish brain a few seconds to work before he grabbed the blanket hanging over the back of the couch and pulled it over his changed, disgusting hips, hiding his naughty, exciting body. He shut his eyes an' tried to calm his unsteady breathing, deciding he was going to pretend to be asleep! Anything was better than being caught like this! He turned his head to look at the door, and the room swung around with his vision, making him feel dizzy. He was definitely fucked up, far moreso than he should've been from a little bit of weed and a nap. The urge to go back to touching and playing with himself was almost overwhelming, and soon his hands were creeping under the blanket and wrapping around his coke-can thick tool, the mixture of nausea and arousal racking his body as he closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. __________________________________________________________________________________
"Fuuck!" Elliot drawled, moving again for the second flight of stairs. The word sounded strange coming out of his mouth, both for the fact that it sounded much deeper and sillier than it should have, and for the fact that it just.. Didn't seem like something he should be saying! His heart hammered as he continued his awkward, fucked up climb, rancid farts creeping around the huge log in his ass and beginning to trumpet from the seat of his pants with each step. It was just a little bit longer! He only had to climb the last flight of stairs and then he could poop!
Poop! Poop! Poop! His mind was consumed by the urge, compounded by the fear that he might actually shit his pants! By the time he reached his friend's door he had completely forgotten the original reason he had come to his friend's apartment. He flung the door open and immediately marched inside. He was so close now, and the urge to empty his bowels was quickly growing overwhelming! He gasped as he realized he wasn't going to be able to hold it in anymore, taking in a short breath of the absolutely sour, fetid air cloying the inside of his friend's apartment. It smelled just like the fucking liquor store! The panic he should've felt was pushed aside in light of his current circumstance, and he immediately made his way to the bathroom. His huge legs thumped him through the living room, his addled brain not even thinking to stop and look at his friend's distorted, blanket covered form, or the huge tent spearing a gigantic, wet bulge inside of the blanket. In all actuality, he had completely forgotten about his friend actually living there! The reason for him being here was to poop! And BOY did his butt have a lot of it to get rid of!
As he waddled as fast as he could through the kitchen, he felt his sphincter failing him, softening and engorging and giving out under the pressure from his escaping load. He gasped as he felt it begin to turtlehead out of him, flinging open the bathroom door as he desperately tried to clench it back. The only thing that this accomplished seemed to be sending a jolt of naughty pleasure straight to his huge, sour shaft as he smooshed his prostate. "Oh no! Oh noo!" He cried as he stepped into the bathroom and slammed the door back shut. He was finally in the bathroom! But it was too late! He could feel the thick, solid shaft of dung powering sloppily out of his butt and spilling into his far-too-tight underwear, making the back of his pants sag down even more than they already were under the weight of his huge butt. His mind was in full blown panic mode at this point, and he immediately went to unbutton his pants. But the button was pulled so tight that it took him a good few seconds to get them undone. And even then, they were choked tightly across his hips, rather than falling down on their own, as they normally would. He had to hook his fingertips around the waistband and pull it down, wincing as his huge, needy dick rubbed against the fabric, his pants catching on it. The strangeness of the situation had long since left the forefront of his mind with the panic he had been feeling, but it returned for a brief moment when he reached into his pants and gripped his cock before pulling it up above the waistband. It was as thick as a coke can, and covered in this sticky, half-dried slime! As it flopped into the open, rock hard and jiggling, he re-realized that something was very, very wrong here. But then, what the hell could he do about it? Desperately try not to shit his pants any more than he already had, obviously! He grunted and tugged them down, his jeans resisting around his thighs, which bulged out over the top of the waistband as he slid them down, like bread baking over the edge of the pan. Once he got them to the knees they fell the rest of the way, dropping around his ankles with a loud, wet SPLAT! The whole time the stream of chunky, stinking shit was not abating, and it snaked from his ass over his waistband, before rolling down over the seat of his pants and plopping messily on the floor in front of the toilet. He was pooping all over his friend's floor! He grunted and let his ass fall back onto the toilet seat, his buttcheeks and huge, grapefruit-sized nutsack plopping onto the porcelean seat with wet squishes both. "Unnnnh.." He was in the right place, and he could finally let this load loose comfortably! This was the right thing for him to be doing, and suddenly he didn't feel so wrong revelling in the pleasure his body was drowning in from the sensation. His mouth pulled into a dreamy grin, his eyes rolling back as he pushed, the flow of turd powering out of his ass suddenly doubling and snaking into the toilet in huge, smelly coils. It felt so fucking good to finally let it all out! He was so focused on the feeling that when he finally realized how good it was making his cock feel, it was something of a surprise to him. He looked down at his shaft, spearing upwards between his massively swollen thighs and jutting into the air in front of him. The huge tool in front of him was a light brown from the base upwards, and at the head it faded to this beet pink, fist sized cockhead, around which was draped an overabundance of foreskin, the folds of which were packed with dripping, stinky cockcheese, which dripped slowly onto the floor. His stomach would've sank if he could have made the connection. It was the same shaft he had seen through the cooler window in the liquor store, the same shaft he had seen smooshed against his car window. Instead his dizzy mind he was only thinking about how hard he was, how good his horrible tool felt as he wrapped both hands around it and started to pump, huge globs of cheese plopping wetly onto the floor, his pleasure spiking dramatically. Those niggling little thoughts of something being wrong, of this not being normal were growing quieter and quieter, and Elliot felt himself beginning to sink down. Down into a horrible world of stinky pleasure that he would never escape from. The room was already ruined, Elliot's new toxic scent having seen to that once those stupid pants weren't hiding it all away. As he felt the sloppy warmth of his shit beginning to press and squish against his asscheeks, smothering his huge ballsack, which had drooped down into the bowl, he realized, distantly, that he had filled the whole bowl! A warped sense of pride coursed through him at this realization, while the rational part of his brain quietly cried out that he should never have been able to do such a thing in the first place. And yet he was still pushing out that single stream of bicep-thick turd, displacing what was already in the toilet and causing all his foul dung to squish and push through the gap in his thighs and around the sides of his ass, coating the bottom of his shaft and his ass before it slopped down over the sides of the bowl. That's no good, it was already totally full! "RNGH!" A dumb grunt loosed itself from his mouth as he rolled forward and stood up, a sickening peeling sound echoing through the bathroom as his ass pulled off the shitty seat, and his huge, sagging sack pulled free of the load of steaming waste he had left in the toilet. He tried to stand normally for a moment, and realized that he was so uncomfortable like that! The huge outpouring of dung slopped up the back of the seat and over the top of the toilet tank as he jerked his hips backwards, thrusting his ass out as far as he could behind him and spreading his legs. That was MUCH more comfortable! His obscenely wide hips weren't choking his member and his balls between them, and now they could hang and swing messily between his thighs! "Do-HOHOHOHO!" The noise forced itself suddenly from his mouth, which felt heavy and dirty and sour. His lips were beginning to hang on his face, curled back into a maniacal grin, while his nose was becoming bulbous, nostrils enlarged and dribbling snot down over his upper lip. He was still pooping! It was slopping out of his ass over the toilet in huge coils, and the thought of it made him panic. He couldn't just shit all over his friend's floor like that!. He looked side to side for a second, his wide, glassy eyes scanning the room before they fell upon the bathtub. A cry of "What the fuck is wrong with me!?" from the other room momentarily broke his stupor, and he hesitated for a moment with his ass raised up in the air to wonder just what was going on with his friend. His panicked brain reasoned that the same thing was happening to him. His stomach sank as he made the further connection that it was happening to everybody. His eyes fell upon the mirror and he saw the goofy smile sunken into his face, his cheeks already swelling up and growing fat, his teeth growing large and yellowed. Just like the man he'd seen in the crashed car. His cock was so huge and soiled and dirty, just like the one he had seen smooshed right up against his car window. And as much as he tried to resist it, he felt his legs begin to lurch him up and down in place just like the monster in the liquor store had, bouncing his heavy, dirty flesh up and down, up and down as his body lurched backwards towards the tub, still violently tugging his huge, stiff, soiled member. He could feel the fucked up greeting the bears had used rising up his throat as he started to cum again, his helpless body belting the words out as loud as he could in his new stupid, goofy voice.. ______________________________________________________________________________
Becker was having a hard time pretending to be asleep. The pangs of need coming from his excited member and his huge butt under the blanket were making it difficult for him to hold his hands still. As he listened to the heavy footfalls grow closer, his hands wandered back to the warped, stinking flesh of his ass and his testicles, and began to fondle and rub. His mind distantly reasoned that whoever was coming in wouldn't be able to see it under the blanket. His mind conveniently sidestepped the notion that whoever came in would be able to see his hips and ass under the blanket, enlarged many times too wide on the rest of his frame, bulging out violently, like someone'd taken the ass and the genitals from a monster and swapped them onto his body. His eyes already closed, he winced when he heard the door slam open, followed by squishy, heavy sounding footfalls. The stench of dung that had been overlaying the entire apartment at this point, compounded heavily by all Becker's attention to his butt, was suddenly and extremely amplified as he heard his friend make his way across the room, bouts of air gushing from his huge, outthrust ass and creeping around the thick load inside. The expulsion trumpeted out loudly and reverberated throughout the room, and Becker immediately opened his eyes. And saw Elliot from behind, stomping his way through the living room and into the kitchen. But he had changed. Elliots inhumanly large ass was drawing Becker's eye right to the center of it, as the human was marching to the bathroom with his legs spread apart, ass thrust out backwards. The seat of his pants was bulging out far wider than Elliot's shoulders. The huge, soft looking bulge depressed in the middle, pulled taut and beginning to soil through between the buttcheeks with the juice and vapor from the changing man's ass. It looked so huge and soft and out of place on Elliot's body. Just like what had happened to Becker. The human's mind struggled to make this connection through the sudden spike of naughty, sexy thoughts he was having about taking his friend from behind, of violating that huge expanse of stinking butt over and over. Of reaching up and smooshing those huge buttcheeks around while he did it. He groaned softly and stroked his cock harder, forgetting for a moment that he was supposed to be pretending to be asleep. He let out a little gasp and stopped, but Elliot was already at the door of the bathroom, farting again, louder this time. "Oh nooo! Oh NOOO!" His friend cried before slamming the door shut behind him. Becker was especially alarmed after this. What was wrong with his friend!? What was wrong with him!? I mean, it was one thing to be masturbating and playing with his new big smelly parts, but on the other hand, thinking about fucking his friend.. Wait a minute, his new big smelly parts? It felt like he was coming down from a high, the gravity of the situation quickly returning to the forefront of his mind. He yanked the blanket back and groaned as the wave of sickeningly sour stench flooded out from under it, quickly rising to his head and clogging in the back of his throat. His eyes widened at what he saw- His cock was several sizes larger than it had been before. Now the thing was as as big around as his bicep, and about as long as his forearm to the tips of his fingers! It was so huge that it sagged down towards the end. The pink head was shiny with a film of smegma, which quickly got thicker under the ridge of the head, where his flesh pooled into thick, greasy folds of sticky brown flesh that hung down, the most monstrous foreskin he had ever seen in his life. The rest of his cock was dark-brown, but mottled here and there with patches of yellow. But the changes didn't stop there. The space above his junk had swollen out profusely, bulged out into a huge, soft mound of pubic flesh. More alarming was the coat of thick, greasy fur that was all over it, matted down with his precum and juice from his ass. He pushed on it in disbelief, the feeling making his huge, floppy dong piddle more precum over the couch onto the floor. His chest heaved as he struggled to take it all in, terrified. "What the FUCK is wrong with me!?" Becker cried as he tore his hand away from the huge, needy stinkstick he didn't have just an hour ago. He immediately wiped it on one of his wide flanks, watching in horror as thick, scum-matted fur quickly pushed in through his skin where he had wiped the sour sludge off. A huge patch of it sat on his flank for a moment, before the space between it and his pubic mound suddenly filled in with a thick coat of the stuff. It felt damp and warm under his hands before he realized he was fucking PETTING it and yanked his hand away. The stench was so much worse in his apartment now. It just reeked of shit and cheese and feet, of wet fur and body odor. It was quickly making him sick. But his hips and his butt and his cock LIKED that smell! They were burning with need, begging to be played with, urging him to give in and just completely ruin his apartment with that filthy smell. . He knew he would be able to if he tried. He'd be able to ruin this entire fucking apartment building. He'd be able to permanently put his scent on anything, even people. Even Elliot. He grunted as he struggled to keep from playing with his rod. He could hear the sputtering of farts from the bathroom, could hear the squelching and the footfalls. And he could CERTAINLY hear what came next... "HEEEEEOWDY DOWDY DOODY DOOOOO! TIME FOR ME TO MAKE SOME POO!" Becker went to scream, but he felt his voice choking in his throat as his gut tightened, his huge cock beaming and stiffening fully as he heard the sound come from the bathroom. He wanted to get up and run out of the apartment as fast as he could, but instead he felt his hips beginning to convulse and buck up and down against the couch, slamming his ass down into the cushions over and over as he started cumming. The fur spread like wildfire across his hips and consuming his inhumanly large ass, before coating his balls as well, which jiggled and slapped the cushions as his changing hips jostled themselves. His head spun from the orgasm as he shot pulse after pulse of thick, sour semen all over his stomach, chest, and face. He was trying as hard as he could to stop his body's strange motions, but soon he found himself lurching up to a standing position, his arms feeling stiff and bent at an angle as he did so. The sounds of gas and deep, goofy laughter looped from the closed door across the living room and kitchen in front of him as his bouncing body started to lurch and stomp forward through the living room, hiking his ass up into the air behind him and letting his foul sack swing and jiggle between his legs. As he marched, his stiff arms swung up on the same side he was stepping with, exaggerating his bizarre, forced dance to the bathroom. Becker was horrified at what he was doing, and how excited his body was because of it! Even though he had just had the most incredible orgasm of his life, it felt like his whole body was ready to fuck! The strange march was only making things worse, his dong flinging from side to side with each step, his needy ass hiked far in the air as it started to sputter out noisy, putrid farts into the air behind him, like he was leaving exhaust as he went. As much as his terrified mind wanted it to stop, a part of him was telling him over and over that this was the best thing he'd ever felt! And it was! Becker had never been more excited and terrified to go to the bathroom in his entire life, his body shuddering as it marched in anticipation of what he would find as he reached to open the door.. And saw the obese monster that was surely Elliot, standing over the tub with his impossibly large rear stuck out all the way behind him, his body moving slightly up and down in this strange sort of squat. Its hips were bouncing up and down, and it's huge pole was sticking out between its thighs right up in Elliot's own face! Though it didn't look much like Elliot's face anymore. His eyes were still mostly human, muddled and terrified, darting around in his skull. They were set just above a forming, bulbous muzzle, sticking out from two enormously fat cheeks, which were pulled into deep dimples by a dirty, fatlipped grin. His nose was large and shiny and black, dribbling thick strings of snot that gushed out onto his mouth and chest and floor as he bobbed his ass up and down over the tub, pushing out a seemingly unending coil of piping hot dung. As much as Becker hated it, his addled brain's first thought was how much fun it would be to facefuck that big, soft looking muzzle. In fact, Elliot's entire body looked really soft! All those rolls of fat looked so greasy and squishy, and they were rapidly being overtaken by the coat of thick, greasy fur that was spreading up his changing, disdended stomach, which he rubbed greedily with both huge paws as his terrified eyes looked right at Becker, the only indication that Elliot was still inside that body, wishing he could stop. The smile turned into a grimace for a moment as Elliot tried to force out a single word to his friend, RUN! But all that came out was a deep, goofy "RRRR-RRRURRRRrrrrrrrr-", which quickly started to sound strange, and continued as his body shuddered once more, hips bouncing faster for a few moments as his huge pole squirted out another bout of sour, toxic cum. His eyes were rapidly growing larger, Elliot's irises expanding and turning bright blue before they filled both orbs entirely, making him look like a demented cartoon. Finally the sound rose in pitch as Elliot's body locked in place for a moment, before stomping to the side, still mid-orgasm. "..rrrrRRRRRRREADY FOR YOUR BATH!?" The voice was loud and insane, and Becker immediately tried to scream. He felt his mouth forming words around the expulsion of sound, his stomach sinking as soon as he realized what he was saying. "YYYYES I AM, SOUNDS LIKE A PLAN- HUH-HAW! " His body lurched forward again and he found himself stomping ritualistically towards the full, befouled tub. He was about to get into that huge, bubbling tub of bearshit! His eyes darted to Elliot's monstrous form beside the tub, his huge, fuzzy hips bouncing in place, his arms cranking forward and back in exact time with Becker's as he neared the tub. When he got there, his body stopped in place, his head angled so he was looking right down at the huge, steaming pile of shit. He wondered for a moment why he was just standing there looking at it for a moment, but then he breathed in the foul, cloying stench of his friend's dung, and this wave of euphoria and adrenaline started coursing through him, muddling his thoughts with babbling nonsense about how good it all smelled, how horny he felt! He smiled as wide as he could before he let out a long, dumb groan, his teeth yellowing between his lips as they grew even fatter around his face. And then he lifted one of his legs all the way up before plopping it right down into the huge pile of shit in the tub with a sickening SQUUUELCH! The stuff immediately came up to one of his knees and he let out another low, retarded giggle at the feeling of warmth. His other leg soon joined it, and he stood in the tub for a moment, his soft, growing mitts coming down to tug and play with his huge cock as he stepped up and down in the stuff, listening to the funny chorus of squelches and wiggling his toes. Fur covered his legs as his feet warped and grew HUGE and stinky in the muck, the noises getting louder as they grew. He was quickly forgetting about how the entire situation was insane, and how wrong it all was, and giving in to the filthy pleasure his new body was affording him. He kept thinking about how he shouldn't be doing this, but every time it came time for him to think about why exactly that was, his thoughts just kind of looped. His eyes darted frantically in his skull as he realized he couldn't remember, his irises slowly beginning to expand, turning bright blue. He was forgetting! He couldn't forget! He looked over at the bear standing next to the tub, the last of its fur bristling up on its chest and joining the sweaty expanse of brown fuzz covering its huge second chin. Looked right into the huge, glassy, mindless eyes that stared wide and unblinking right back, set above the happiest smile he'd ever seen. He couldn't remember what Elliot's features had been before. Who Elliot had been before. Who he had been before. There was just this pressing sense of dread that this wasn't the way things were supposed to be, that something was wrong. His hips dropped down heavily onto the wet, solid pile of waste with a loud PLOP! He put all of his weight back onto his impossibly wide ass, his flesh already becoming squeezed between both sides of the tub as he sat suspended on the top of the pile for a moment, before his hips started to sink down into the heat and the stench and the warmth. This caused a large amount of the shit that was in the tub to be displaced by his huge body, sloshing over the sides of the tub and plopping onto the floor. Another horrible giggle left his body, much louder than before, as the pile of warm poop enveloped his huge, needy member, which gushed streams of yellowed jizz into the air as it sunk down into the pile along with the rest of Becker's changing body. His hips, ass, and legs were all fully transformed, yet his upper half looked as if it hadn't started yet, save for his demented, grinning face, growing fatter and fatter with each passing second! He would've looked very strange had he not been concealed from the waist down by Elliot's masterpiece. The funny bear next to the tub started moving again! Becker was so caught off guard by it for a moment that his hands flew up to either side of his fattening face. "OhOHOHO!" His hips were doing what they could to hump and buck into the hot, mucky pile of waste he found himself reclining in, but with the tub being so small, it was difficult. The bear giggled with him, before lifting one of his legs and swinging it around and placing his huuuge mooshy footpaw on one side of the tub, before lifting his other leg up and standing up on the tub, so that his huge ass was looming right in his half-transformed friend's face! As the new bear leaned forward above Becker, grabbing the faucet for support, its big, brown cheeks started to peel apart, giving the "human" a good look at the bear's big, pink pucker! Well, at least the flesh of the pucker was pink! The huge, soft dinnerplate of a shitter was sunken deep in-between the bear's cheeks, the fur-in-between matted with clumps of stinking dung and sweat, cheese and grease. It looked so soft and large and dirty! The soft, pink flesh was mottled all over with spots of brown and yellow, and the entire mass of stinking anus quivered and pulsed in front of Becker's face, dribbling juice and little dollops of shit that plopped onto the pile. The bear ass in front of him started to gently bob up and down as it pushed closer to his fmovement,ace. Through all the hunger and arousal Becker was feeling, he still knew at some base level that he should get this huge butt away from him before it started pooping and spraying fart juice all over his face. His arms came up automatically to push and halt the toxic booty's descent upon his head, but all his hands did was sink deep into the squishy mass of either buttcheek, and seemingly driving a long, drawn out fart right out into his face as a result! FPPPPPPPPPLBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTT!! The sound was amplified by the walls of the tub on three sides, and it thundered through Becker's head, louder than anything he'd ever heard before. It seemed to go on forever, clumps of stinking dung and juice spraying directly into his face, still stuck in that huge grin. Another deep, excited giggle came rising up Becker's throat as he continued to helplessly try to smoosh that huge butt away from him. As he watched his hands disappear over and over again into the flab, he saw them coming back out larger, softer, fuzzier, turning into huge bearpaws, soiled by the sweat, grease and shit all over his friend's shaggy ass. The fur spread like wildfire down his arms, and they bulged and swelled with fat and muscle, fur creeping up his bicep and towards his shoulder. That giggle was spilling out of his mouth constantly now as he watched himself change rapidly, only realizing that something was different when he tried to push that butt back away from him again, with his new huge paws that spanned a great deal of both beachball-sized globes on his friend's butt. He moved it! He actually moved it! He felt overjoyed to have been able to finally accomplish it, but.. Why did he even want to do it in the first place? As his eye was drawn again to the steaming, filthy pink pucker yawning and sputtering loudly at him. The sour, smelly pit began to disdend and push out as the next huge log of dung began pushing out. Becker's stomach, which was rapidly packing on with fat and pushing out into the rest of the tub, making more shit slosh into the side, grumbled loudly at the sight, and he immediately pulled his friend's ass up towards his face as much as he could, dipping his face between the gargantuan cheeks. His great big goofy voice came thundering out again, this time without restraint! "THIS LOOKS LIKE THE PERFECT TREAT! LOTS OF POOOOOOOOOOO FOR ME TO EAT!" It all looked and smelled so fucking bitter and stinky! His mouth and nose bulged outwards dramatically, swelling and growing into a filthy, fatlipped pseudomuzzle. It opened and closed greedily and automatically in the air in front of him as he anticipated his friend's expulsion, and he didn't have to wait long! The bear in front of him pushed his ass backwards, pinning Becker's back to the wall. The crazed human's greedily grinning maw grew wider and wider as it mindlessly snapped at the air for a few seconds, before Elliot the bear's voice broke the "silence" of squishing and farting and smacking filling the air. "TIME FOR YOOOOU TO EAT MY POOOOOO! TIME FOR YOOOOU TO EAT MY POOOOO!" The statement looped from the monster's maw again and again at full volume, that deep, silly voice filling the changing bear's ears and egging him on as he began chomping into the thick, stinky shit powering out of the rear in front of him. It tasted so fucking BAD! It was the dirtiest, smelliest thing that he had ever tasted, and he was gobbling and chomping it down faster than he had ever eaten anything in his life! But it made him feel so naughty and excited, his huge rod squelching in the mass of hot shit as his huge paws plunged through the mess to grab and tug at it. "TIME FOR YOOOOU TO EAT MY POOOOO!" And besides, it was time for him to eat his friend's poop! Otherwise why would the bear be shouting it at him over and over? "TIME FOR YOOOU TO EAT MY POOOOO!" Why would doing it make his whole obese form shudder with pleasure? "TIME FOR YOOOU TO EAT MY POOOOO!"He could feel the stuff filling up his stomach as he gobbled it down, milking his soiled cock inside of the pile in a steady, squelching rhythm which seemed to sync with the bobbing of the ass in front of him. This went on for minutes on end, the reverbations of Elliot's shouting dampening as the huge mound of dung piled up against the wall of the tub, which continued to slosh over with shit, even moreso when Becker's body shuddered and started pumping out its own stream of shit into the pile. Pretty soon the entire bathroom was engulfed in this gigantic pile, with only Becker's head sticking out, shoved right into his friend's ass. His muzzle, now bulging and dribbling with snot from its phallic looking honker, pushed greedily into the pucker in front of him. Shit squelched out around his face as his friend's defecation finally slowed, as did his repeated vocalizations. Becker's thoughts were slow and clunky, a random and constant stream of all the nasty things he wanted to do with his new bear friend. But one voice was louder than all the others, and it was shouting joyously about how he and his friend were finished, and now they could go outside and join the rest of the town! His friend moved jerkily off the top of the tub and planted his feet in the pile on the floor with a squish, before beginning once more to march up and down in place, dribbling and gushing from his constantly-erect, filthy member. Becker felt his body hoisting with much resistance from the pile his obese form had sunken down into, his body meeting trouble as he tried to pry his ridiculously swollen hips from between the sides of the tub. He let out a series of increasingly loud guffaws until they came free with a huge, sputtering fart, his ass immediately jerking back as far as it could in the air and spraying down the unsoiled wall of the tub with a chunky mist of his foul waste. His legs stomped widely apart as he stepped out of the tub, spreading his arms to give his friend a big hug! The two bears curled their huge, grimy paws around each other, both reaching down to grope and jiggle and slap their huge buttcheeks together as they began humping and bouncing against one another. Their huge, dribbly cocks were smothered together between their curtainous, squishy, poop and cheese covered tummies. Soon they locked shooting their scummy seed deep into each others navels, where it was sure to rot and get REALLY stinky! The room was filled with the sound of their goofy, guffawing laughter as they continued to dance and bounce against each other, again for minutes on end before they both suddenly stopped, looking each other dead in the face with the same vacant, crazed smile, before barking out in the same voice, at the exact same time. "IT LOOKS LIKE WE'RE DOOO-OONE! TIME TO JOIN THE FUUU-UUNN!" Elliot the bear stumbled forward away from his friend towards the door, his ass still sticking out in that permanent, obscene presentation. His friend Becker the bear giggled and waddled forward, grabbing at his friend's soft, hanging stomach from behind before sinking his huge tool into his friend's huge, mooshy, shitpacked tunnel and hilting inside, driving out a bout of leftover dung all over his lap. They paused like this for a moment, and then they both began their slow, awkward march back through Becker's apartment, soiling the building as they made their way outside to join the celebration, GUFFAWing and marching the whole way! Huh-HAW!