Qita shuddered, clutching his long cloak about himself as he pathed his way through the city streets. Nights were always cold in this region, a respite from the intense heat of the day. The feline hadn't exactly felt cold, the fur coating his sleek khajiiti form ensured he'd be quite warm even under such conditions. His quivers rose and fell with every step he took, each footfall bringing with it another whimper, another gentle squeak, adorably soft effeminate noises pushed up from his throat by constant shifting clattering resonating vibrations deep within his bowels. He felt so absurdly clogged in the most obscene manner possible, his stomach constantly roiling and growling, little squelches and loose hollow flutters of his hole following him everywhere he went, a sound he tried strongly to muffle by mushing his tail deep between his sweaty oversized orbs, his cloak pulled tightly around his form. He'd been on a multi-day burglary spree, having hit a number of jewelry stores and residences of great import, each robbery seeming to yield even better reward than the last. He could still remember the fluttering in his heart during the first heist, crouching over a store counter, softly wincing and mewling out pleasured needy moans as he carefully massaged pearl bracelets, bejeweled rings, and incredibly dazzling gems right up his pursed sloppy pooper.
It was embarrassing, but that was how Qita had been doing his work for a while now, ever since that time he'd robbed a noble's house of a massive crystalline egg... He shuddered as he walked, remembering the sheer size of the thing, and especially of the excessive amount of effort he had to give to even get the thing to peek out from his poor hole. Well, it'd been around a year or so since then, and his sphincter hadn't gotten any better. In fact, it'd only grown weaker, looser, more heavily beat in and worn out, his resting hole growing into a broad caved in pit, better resembling a crater in the ground, or a deep moist cavernous ravine... More embarrassingly yet was the noisiness, his hole so wet and frothy, so talkative and needy, that it near constantly begged to be filled, hot juicy gasping jets of air rasping out from his slimy slit at the worst of times during heists, often leading to him balling up a piece of clothing and shoving it in to shut the thing up, or in especially dire cases covering his mouth to avoid moaning as he reamed his own fist into his aching battered turdpipe. He'd long since gotten over the gross indignity of it, in fact at home he was quite used to the scent of his sloppy logpit churning out hot froth-slicked air, to the dense smog that pervasively followed his sweaty hole around. Often he'd casually let loose a torrent of hot sloppy mucus all over his ass crack, his butthole bubbling and spluttering wetly as it farted up the sudsy mucus, no doubt churned up due to preceding rough anal play. He hardly even took a wet cloth to his ass crack, occasionally airing out his slobbery pit but otherwise letting it grow muskier and frothier, hisself finding it a good way to keep his shitpipe constantly ready for rough play... Of course, eventually he'd bathe, embarrassed by his addiction to anal letting him allow his crack to get so nasty, musky, and slimy... In spite of these nastier habits he couldn't help but grow shy in public every time so much as a hollow windy toot flowed out from his tailhole... His hole which more often than not ripped deep guttural baritone blasts, sphincter flapping wetly from the intense pressure that could build up in such roomy intestines...
Of course, it was hard after so wrecking his hole to not think about it again. Even as he'd bring his satchel along to heists, he'd find himself needily eyeing treasures, themselves acting as distractions from his mission, drawing his focus away from sneaking away safely to thoughts instead of rubbing, fucking, and spreading his fartpit. His steamy shitter of course would loosely shudder the more he thought on it, giving powerful deep juicy flexes that led to muffled sloppy squelches between his ample buttcheeks, his oversized wobbly rear an issue of its own; It would constantly get him caught in windows, or expose him with how sweaty and wet it grew, hisself occasionally having to wear a rag between his cheeks just to keep the things quiet enough to get through with a heist. Of course, Qita was a talented thief, well learned in the art of disguising oneself in shadow. His cloak itself helped greatly, the thing loose enough to drape over his body, whereupon he could hide among whatever other large objects he'd found himself between when a guard would occasionally get the drop on the usually rather perceptive and clever kitty. It didn't take long for his obsessive thoughts of anal to drift into fingering and rubbing himself... and then that would grow to not be enough, and he'd be plunging five fingers up his shitpipe, hot wet jets of gutterstink blasting around his ripe worn out fartslit as he spluttered all over his hand, shoving it beyond the wrist up his loose worn out rectum, feeling how baggy and sloppy his bowels had become...
Gods he'd become so loose, his hole having received damage for certain, but his bowels especially battered by that night so long ago... Days of struggling to birth such a massive object ensured that his sigmoid colon and rectum were practically one, his bowels lacking much of a curve until the colon, which itself was rather worn and sloppy, his guts nearer his 'exit' themselves were excessively roomy -- almost baggy. It was as though the ribbed sloppy vein-coated walls of his intestines were loosely draping themselves over each other, forming a deep velvety mess of warm slimy buttmeat, one which found itself consistently flooding with mucus and inflating with air, as though his large intestine were some kind of organic balloon or humidifier... His asshole and innards were a complete wrecked mess, something which would totally shock anybody who'd seen them, but he reasoned that would be what made it such a perfect hiding spot for the often oversized loot he found himself shoving in there... At least that's what he'd tell himself as he whined and ground his ass down on various ill-gotten gains... And he'd certainly amassed himself quite the horde, a dragon's share of random coins, gems, artifacts, and whatever else valuables he could get his soft paws on were resident to his turd-tunnels, his gutter repurposed into a shockingly effective bag, one which he'd find himself using even outside work, shyly lugging around a drink for the day or whatever goods on his person he wanted to keep safe from pickpockets and highwaymen. The most embarrassing part of it all was that this string of heists had been a multi-day affair, and that he hadn't quite felt comfortable enough the entire time to offload his loot back at home like he normally would, meaning with every burglary his belly would grow larger and heavier, his guts more stuffed and blocked up.
He felt such an intense jam in his bowels, like everything simultaneously wanted out, but also couldn't budge much, his logchute terribly clogged by days of incessant careless insertions. He remembered how he shivered as he noticed the shapes rising up his abdomen, his belly pulled tight around the intense intrusions, many more of which were 'small' enough to be hidden by his intestines and his soft tummy... It must have been on the second day of his three day spree, a day where he hit even more places than usual... a day where, of course, his bowels grew ever more punished than usual. By the end of it he felt with every step that surely he'd rapidly fart everything up, ejecting half a colon's fill of random loot over the ground along with a generous heaping load of smelly churned up off-white buttsnot, the fluid viscous and nasty from so much movement in his intestines... Yet he managed to keep his hole shut, an oversized and finely decorated red egg helping to seal off his exit, that sloppy turdhole only able to weakly give off hot frothy bouts of noisy wet frothy air, muffled and gurgly as it spluttered out from his clogged intestines, his belly roiling with the strange shifting pressure, objects sliding and jostling around his wet frothy shitchutes as he went about the end of the day, ready to make the next even worse on his intestines, his cheeks glowing bright red from the constant stimulation as he struggled to sleep, to avoid tugging and fingering at his overfilled butthole, at marveling his hugely bulged belly, rubbing the shapes through his abdominal walls and feeling the pressure shift, move, and occasionally uncontrollably erupt out from his stinky asscunt...
It was a struggle but eventually Qita had managed to gain some rest, and then all he remembered was a blur... more burglaries, more stuffing, his belly growing ever more gravid and full, starting to ache and almost softly hurt from how over-filled it was, the pain more of a soft stretching stinging, like he was growing ever-closer to some sort of limit, one which he constantly shocked himself to be able to push as he found ever more things to ream up his froth bubbling tailpipe, his asshole having trouble clenching up as the kitty finally found the room in his spacious oversized slimy shit-steaming turd factory to be fast shrinking, until he finally thought he was finished. The kitty was preparing himself to escape the building, a noble's house, this treasure room tucked someplace dug deep into the mountainside in which his house was constructed. He felt ready to either waggle his way home for attempted rest, feeling the jingling rattling now very audible shaking of his literal treasure box of a gut resonate through his body as he tried to placate its noisy gurgly growling groans with belly rubs, pointless attempts to soothe the growing cramping as pools of mucus and sloppy hot nasty farts found themselves getting consistently stuck throughout his now excessively clogged intestines, whimpers often rolling out his mouth between yawning noisy fluttering farts blasting out from his looser lips, the kitty shivering with excitement and embarrassment... but then he saw something he couldn't help but grow curious over...
It was a globe, vaguely recognizable to him. Qita's education was less than stellar, but it was enough to understand the general layout of the provinces, as well as some of the vaguer hints of geography. His fence Dro'Sakhar was always the more intellectual side of the operation, deeply studied in the swathes of books he surrounded himself with... Not that the thought mattered right now. The globe was of more import... The sphere seemed to be marked with most the geography of Nirn, its most prominent landmark, Tamriel, sat right at the center. The kitty was dazzled by the orb, rotating the sphere under the low light of the once lavishly decorated room, made near sparse by his hungry sweat-drenched oversized stinkpit of an ass... And immediately, and rather quickly, his mind on leaving was changed... He squatted over the thing, bouncing and prodding it at his hole, rubbing his taint and softly smacking his fat sloppy booty around it as he rode the orb, biting his lip as he felt its shape gently prodding everything already inside deeper, objects having to shift and mush harder against each other, only further stretching his bowels and making the horny kitty squeak with more pleasure. His turdhole shuddered, swallowing the top bit of the fat heavy gold sphere before farting it out over and over as he bounced, rolling his hips. The feline's ass was enormous, like two giant rippling planets crashing into each other repeatedly around his hole and the orb, their mass slamming around the thing just nudging it harder against his hole as he sat further back on quivering legs, trying to be gentle on his already incredibly sore butthole...
One moment that stretching yanking sensation would rise, the next it would fall as he slid back up, biting his lip as he bounced and rocked his hips, twerking on the enormous thing harder and harder, having to stifle mewls and moans until he received a great surprise. While mushing down, the kitty found out the carpet he'd been doing such sloppy whorish acts over wasn't exactly secure, and in his horny daze, planting and pushing his paws hard into the ground, he found hisself suddenly shoving too hard back, which quickly led to his ass cheeks smacking wetly into the floor, his belly making a shocking roiling groaning bubbly sound, echoed groans and clatters rising as he felt his mushy poophole wink and kiss hard at the cold stone floor, carpet yanked off it by his fall, his moans immediately following as he purred hotly, his sloppy stinky slime drenched shitlog squeezing blown out fleshlight of a crapper loosely struggling to swallow up more and more of the sphere, his bowels noisily protesting -- yet the shock of the fall made it impossible to loosen up and shit the thing out, his long loose slit like ass 'ring' contracting hard with every moaning reactive attempt the kitty gave at flaring it out, soon Qita feeling his ass engulf the giant globe, filling out his tight shitlog flume beyond capacity, the feeling making him purr, something so deliciously warming about the soft cramps causing pangs from his bowels, from the aching of his asshole, so rapidly penetrated, from the embarrassing thoughts that flooded his mind as with every shift he gave of his body he heard the muffled sounds of an obscene amount of riches clanking and clattering over each other in his tightly packed oversized insides, his bowels by now no doubt altered by storing so much for so long...
He was all at once enamored and in love, finding himself in a blissful state of pleasure that sent him for what had to be nearly half an hour. Before long though, the kitty had come to his senses, another roiling clogged fart huskily gurgling out from whatever sliver of free space the air could find between his hole and the orb, barely squeaking free as his intestines grew even more inflated with air and mucus, making his stomach roil and slosh, sounding more akin to a half empty wineskin. He blushed, shakily bringing himself to his feet, his tummy hanging forward slightly, the excessive weight making it hard to move with his usual waggle, especially as every swing of those deliciously womanly hips brought with it another resonant vibrating clatter roiling all throughout the wealthy horde he was storing within his cavernous turdchute. Wincing and hotly blushing, he slowly made his way out from the room, peeking about, his stomach constantly betraying his position by noisily groaning and clinking, sounding like chain mail shifting about as he walked, like he'd swallowed a mess of armor. He whimpered as, aching second by second, he retraced his steps to his entrance, finding to his delight that the window had still been drawn in the manor, and he could make his easy escape. Now, of course, he found himself here, wandering through the city streets, his stomach a groaning angry mess, and his butthole feeling badly impacted. He blushed hotly, knowing if he could just hold it long enough to reach his fence then it'd be okay... after all, it's not like he could just shit it all up into his cloak and bring it, the public indecency would be one thing, but he was sure to be caught just farting it all out with how loud-mouthed his noisy foghorn of a shitter had been. And so he continued, persevering as he wandered through the streets, thankful that it was late enough for most people to be away in their beds...
Finally, he found himself at the home of his friend, slipping in through the front door, his belly groaning as it shifted, roiling noisily as he walked down the stairs to where he knew Dro'Sakhar to likely be waiting, each footfall sounding like that of a massive soldier from how much clattering and jingling roiled out from his packed pooper. But he kept his cloak still tight, and soon finally found himself in the warm familiarity of his friend and fence's study. The room was gently lit by candle, casting a warm glow about the place that suited the comfortable heat of the space. A light flickering could be heard from the flame's dancing about, joined in tune by the gentle creaking of a well built wooden chair and the stern yet friendly grunt of his friend. The roomed smelled of lavender and spiced incense, the wonderful aroma rising from a censer hung about one corner of the room, drifting throughout the space and doing a surprising job at masking the intense sloppy musky odor his turdpipe and slimy crack were putting off. His friend took a moment, reaching to the table at his side and picking up the finely detailed feather of some fowl, no doubt from some far off province or region. He placed it in his book, snapping it shut and setting it aside, smiling up to Qita, his whiskers twitching as he stood to greet the shorter kitty, leaning over and gently kissing to one side of his face, then to the other, standing back and softly patting the khajiit's shoulders. "Qita! Kha'jay krimir iso jer!" The boisterous man bellowed, the soothing tone of the man's deep husky voice immediately putting the shorter cat's mind at ease... even as his bowels were still loudly gurgling around their contents, and as his butthole was begging to even attempt to eject the oversized orb and whatever else flew freely from his behind with it.
"And over you as well," Qita smiled, piping up, "I bring treasures to you, Dro'Sakhar, my friend." The big man seemed delighted, his eyes immediately lighting up as he sat back down, reclining in the creaking seat and slinging a shoulder over one side of it, quickly nodding for the kitty to go ahead and show it off. "Ahhh, at long last! Alright then Qita, you've been boasting for a while that you'd be bringing in a good haul, and I know to count on you. Why not show me what you've got, dear." He paused, adding after a moment, "I think I've some clients looking for the sorts of things you bring me, little gems and that, have you many of those?" The kitty blushed, realizing what showing his friend all the loot would mean, nodding as he began to disrobe. His hands softly drew back the cowl over his head, untying it and tugging his head gently free, his hands spreading out to let the oversized cloak fall off his shoulders and down his back. Dro'Sakhar bit his lip, his friend had been gorgeous, it was hard to deny. His chest was supple and soft, nice and firm, with that smallest bit of give which he'd loved oh so dearly, and his nipples were all the better, a tad oversized, not that the man minded. It only grew better as he gazed further down, the cloak well enough parted now to see those thighs, it clear the kitty had a sizable gap between them, even with his loins in the way. Suspecting Qita must have the bag he'd often stored his loot in somewhere, he thought nothing of the undressing, assuming the kitty to be getting more comfortable, but then, to his shock, the cat quickly tossed the cloth aside and squatted down before him, that giant wobbly butt coming into view.
Qita's ass was sheerly massive, the thing putting most barmaids of the town to shame, the sight almost making the man fall back in his chair as his eyes widened, something stirring in the crotch of his trousers. The feline grunted, tail raising out from his cheeks, a long wet squelch filling the air as he pushed his ass outward, the position helping his booty to spread a little, sweaty hot froth dripping from his crack near immediately and onto the floor. In spite of the warmth of the air in the room, steam seemed still to billow up from the cat's backside, drifting into the air and mixing with the incense and fragrance that ran throughout the room, adding this nasty hot musky undertone, slowly rising and beginning to dominate the space. Before the man could get in a word, the feline reached back, bouncing his butt a little before getting a good handful of his ass cheek, his tail coiling about his forearm as he rested his elbow against his body. His guts groaned and growled, roiling noisily as a wet hot noisy fart rippled up from his butthole, the kitty having already noisily spluttered out his fair share of air by the time he'd come in the room, but his butthole's deep belches only rising and growing louder as he spread his ass, tugging that massive turdring apart. It didn't take much to make that loose excuse for a sphincter gape, the embarrassingly broken ring yawning open to reveal the globe as Qita sputtered up through grit teeth, his cheeks glowing practically with how heavily he'd blushed, moaning and stammering constantly as he spoke, "Well... Just one... oh goodness... One second, they're ehm... a little lodged... deep deep in there..." He mewled, purring and moaning as he immediately began to bear down, his poophole spreading open with a wide massive eruptive fart, a roiling groaning gut expulsion that immediately began to start soothing at the cramping in his intestines, though not nearly quickly enough, the pressure quickly rising in accordance as he found himself uselessly farting around the gigantic globe, his butthole struggling and straining against the huge thing, juicy hot jets of mucus and slop gurgling from his fluttering roiling fart-cannon of a buttcunt as he pushed and pushed as though he were giving birth.
His friend looked on in shock, eyes wide as he found his cock hardening, having known Qita to do this sometimes before, but never having seen him shit such a ginormous thing up from his ass, he quickly spoke up, flushed and taken aback, "What!? You shoved it all up there again!?" He interrogated, but by then the adorable kitty was too far into his pleasure to respond properly, hand squeezing and pulling at his ass cheek, every tug yanking on his rim, exposing the sloppy froth-slicked walls of his intestines, clung loosely around the orb as though it were loose drape, the feeling drawing noisy husky moans from the kitty who simply pushed harder. His hole let out a disgusting mushy gurgly belch as it swallowed the orb back up, flexing shut, the feeling making the feline wince, shaking his fat sweaty khajiit ass, spattering his stink about the floor around him as he huffed and panted, taking in a deep breath before grunting and pressing again, trying as hard as he could to shit the gigantic thing up, his fucked out whore's cunt of a shitter yawning open without much encouragement, bowing out and juicily blaring another string of disgusting melodic hot blasts of ass musk. His smelly turdpipe drooled and fired up hot ass mucus, froth gurgling and drooling down his buttslit and over his nuts, the warmth on his guiche making the kitty purr noisily, huffing as he tried to pant, only finding the air caught in his throat as he felt his ass swallow up air, gurgling wetly as he held his hole wide open, meaty frothy bowels covering his friend's view of the sphere lodged in his rectum as the heavy solid gold treasure sunk back into his guts, the feeling making him whimper and shiver, releasing his fat wobbly ass and shaking it for a moment as he searched for a deeper handhold, digits slipping over the rank sweaty surface of his piping hot ass, purrs rumbling from his body as his bowels churned and growled, his asshole growing swollen, wrinkles more defined as they puckered around the orb, strained by the intense hard pushing.
He squeaked as he finally got a good grip once again, grasping at his ass and yanking his cheeks wide open, finally revealing that beefy oversized mancunt back into view, the kitty's hole absolutely dominating his crack, especially as he bore down once more, the massive thing doming out, still squeezed tightly shut on the sphere as it mushed outward, distended from his ass, the needy horny khajiit straining and gritting his teeth as he pressed and pushed with all he had, moaning noisily as he felt his asshole shift outward, puckering as it tried to suck the orb back in, nearly winning every few flexes before he finally managed to overpower his body's instinctual clenching, forcing his muscles to press and push. His shithole shuddered as it drooled back, greasily sliding up and off the orb, the massive shape prodding ever further outward as more and more sloppy turdring meat flared off from the heaving shape before, finally, to Qita's delight, he pooped the massive orb out. He let out a noisy long moan almost loud enough to compete with the incredible thunder tearing out from his shitter, his giant greased up turdpipe a disgusting smelly mess, fleshy hot bowelmeat farting hot stringy mucousy turdfroth from his groaning wastepipe as treasure fired and clattered up from his disgusting churning turdlog splitting meaty basin of a bitchcunt. It felt incredible to the kitty, rapid fire farting small object after small object up from his shitter, even stranger shapes managing to emerge from his loose saggy bowels, bulged out in an odd shape into his rectum by how overstuffed his colon was, like a sagging meaty gift bag, visible bulges in the shapes of gemstones and fat golden eggs visible through his bulged bowels deeper in his gape, the cat shivering needily as he'd crap up a bracelet here, a few rings there, farting out fat balls, multiple at a time, his hole only meeting some vague form of resistance as a gorgeously decorated faux egg would emerge into his sphincter, only to rapidly be farted up as it'd quickly unclog itself, his shitter so powerfully loosened by birthing the magnificent and massive globe.
He huffed and mewled in pleasure as he felt more large bulging objects shift down his turdpit, his roiling filthy chamber spreading and sagging under the weight of multiple fat objects at once, the first rapidly making itself apparent as it slotted against his asscunt, softly fluttering 'shut' over the ginormous thing as he purred. It was such an odd shape, flat on the side pushing and shoving his cunt into a wide sloppy gape, smaller on the other side. Though the kitty couldn't see it, his friend was witnessing the smaller feline birthing an absolutely massive gemstone, the ginormous carved thing nearly the size of the decorated egg, if not larger. His asspit fluttered around it, farting uselessly as meat would try to swallow over the shape before being spread off it by the kitty's soft encouraging pushes, his baring down far weaker than before, made gentle by the effort required to shit up the globe, not that his puffy angrily overworked hole seemed to mind... Just as he was about to speak, the man heard a muffled clink, watching as the giant thing was shit right out his hole, clattering to the ground as a big fat gold bar took its place, pushing out at an odd angle that made Qita moan in pleasure. His asshole was tugged aside, half the ingot stuck inside him, the other freely exposed, rotating the massive thing to the side and spreading his gape wide open, letting air and mucus gush up from the openings forming above and under the ginormous thing. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, being shocked the feline could fit so much up his ass-pocket, that his shithole wasn't damaged to the point of absolute disuse by so much, his cock throbbing even harder as he watched, not needing to interfere or help with the blockage in the cat's chute, his logpusher immediately correcting by letting out another hard gurgly farty belch, meat spluttering out around the bar as he shit it free besides the gem, his butthole bulging out in a deliciously gross noisily rippling butte of ass flesh and butthole meat, a gurgly wrinkly mess of veins and slime, squelching and roiling before finally parting again to reveal a giant round egg, decorated in tens of gorgeous shimmering diamonds.
Dro'Sakhar felt as though he was about to faint, his dick so hard from the sight that it practically hurt, not that he was about to complain about the free show, especially as more frothy sloppy ass-slime spewed his way as the giant thing began to emerge from the kitty's hole, requiring a little coaxing and prodding, the cat arching his back, stomach noisily growling as he felt objects shifting and pushing about his insides, blushing as he noticed some of it, especially deeper in, felt clogged up still... He shook the thought from his mind, which hadn't been too hard to do considering how heavily he was panting and moaning from freeing all his loot from his hole, moaning at the thought of birthing it all up, at realizing that after days of steaming in his gurgly sloppy dutch oven that he was finally shitting everything free, at how embarrassing to show truly how much of a whore he was to his friend and business partner. His blush grew with his hole's noisiness, the thing rippling gigantic loud nasty roiling belches that made his hole sound disgusting, the sloppy gigantic maw almost unfitting for such a gorgeous perfect round ass as his, that giant log dropper wrapped around an egg about as large as if not larger than his hand, pooping the thing up with hardly more than a rough hearty mewling press, as though he were used to this... In all honesty to himself, he was, and it was both freeing and arousing to be showing off his true colors, what he was capable of without much effort, his heart fluttering as it dragged his asshole further out, distending and flexing flared around the massive thing before sending it clattering out to the ground, a few more smaller trinkets and bits farting out along with the massive thing, his buttslit sagging into a wide ruined pair of lips after spluttering the ginormous thing out, making the larger cat quiver with delight as he wondered what it'd feel like to have such an overused thundercunt wrapped around his ginormous dick.
He didn't have long to ponder it as he saw Qita straining and struggling again, wagging his hips as he adjusted his position, stepping out to the side and bringing himself into a squat, arching his back, his belly's weight shifting his center of gravity and helping provide him with a bit more stable of a position, especially helpful considering how terribly his legs were trembling from all the absurd overstimulation, his body feeling like jelly as shocks ran up along his spine, his brain absolute mush from pleasure. All he could do was swear and moan in pleasure to himself as, to his friend's surprise, his massive slobbery logflume began prodding out a ginormous odd shape, the thing mushing his asshole into a rectangular shape, something Dro'Sakhar had never even seen before. The cat's misshapen buttcunt gaped out, distended and frothy as it spread wide and flat around a small box, prodding and mushing against his hole as it was battered against the kitty's weak overused inner-sphincter by push after push, rough hard shoves that made the cat's guts ache, but that brought the thing ever closer to freedom from his loose damp oppressively slimy stinkpit, his frothy bowels pooping more hot sloppy foam over the huge thing as alongside it emerged coins, gems, and eventually a necklace, swinging from his asshole and making the kitty moan as he felt it knead and rub into the wrinkled folds of his sloppy shithole, a few inches of it clenched back inward as his asshole flexed up before sagging back out as he shoved, groaning as he finally managed to shit the first part of the box out, panting in pleasure and shaking his huge jiggly rippling earthquake maker of an ass. His friend stared in awe, wanting nothing more than to stuff his tip against that shitter and ramfuck it, careless of how sloppy and nasty the thing was, his thoughts pushing out his mouth in a question voiced to nobody in particular, "Gods, how does he pack so much up there...?"
Before long the fat box tumbled out, clattering freely from his hole before the giant beefy thing flexed back shut into a big nasty cunt, mucus covering his balls and his turdring as the giant thing gaped, wet gross hissing filling the air as his sloppy gutter devoured air, tainting it with his buttslime and making Qita accidentally flex up, that big hole pursing before yawning outward, farting wide open and making the kitty groan out as he shit a giant pile of coins and gems free from his buttslit, rushing down from the sudden path cleared in his guts by displacing and farting up all those previous massively oversized treasures, the kitty a mess as he shivered and spluttered, firing all the more up as he whined and moaned, nearly falling over. He huffed as he felt more deeper in his colon, whimpering as he remembered all the loot rising in his guts, slid deeper by his bowels autonomous movements and by his insistence on shoving ever more in without unloading, himself unsure of how deep it all was, but blushing as nothing came up no matter how hard he pushed. He could feel bulging pressure mounting in his guts, occasionally weakening, but consistent, cramps rising and slightly passing as blockages still remained in his intestines, furthermore, shivers rippling up his spine, making him tremble and moan, softly shaking his hips as he felt objects shifting and sliding about his loose baggy colon, moaning in embarrassed shock as he unmistakably felt a few objects push past an especially deep point, dropping into what had to be his ascending colon, his eyes widening as he realized some of this loot might be really stuck. Dro'Sakhar was a mess of his own at that point, softly bucking against the fabric of his trousers as he watched with delight as the kitty strained, struggling against whatever else would emerge from his ruined bowels.
That seemingly bottomless pit of a colon seemed to be unyielding, giving more and more the longer he waited, the sight of his close friend's asspussy sliding open in ever increasingly stranger shapes around more odd objects only served to make him all he hotter and more excited, shuddering with pleasure as he set a hand to his dick, softly prodding it a little as he watched the kitty's poophole shudder and fart, hollow noisy long airy breaths booming out from the ruined pit and sagging back into it as it flexed outward and slurped back in, gaping and obliterated by so much overuse. Trying still to remain as 'professional' as he could manage, the man shivered as he stuffed his enormous dick down his pant leg, pre drooling all over his foreskin and cock as he mashed it down into place, purring hotly and looking up again, just in time to see the next act of the show. Qita rubbed his hand along his greasy slimy crack, spreading and lubricating it before rapidly plunging his fist into his turdpipe, his weak sphincter yawning open and loosely queefing hot musk out around his wrist as the kitty felt around his gurgling asspit, his sloppy crevice groaning and burping ever more hot frothy mucus over his hand as he started roughly fist fucking his own asshole and pushing, bulging his shithole up around his forearm as he bent his back, twisting and prodding further and further as he weakly felt around, blushing and moaning as he rearranged his own asshole, slobbery rockets of ass snot jettisoning from his pooper as it roiled and growled, crackling and spluttering in noisy hot gasps of ecstasy, the kitty a mess of moans and frustrated groans, blushing bright red. How could he have let it go that deep! He felt so much in there, easily a few tens of pounds weighing down at his guts, rolling and clattering about his innards in some cases, completely lodged stuck in others. He whimpered and blushed hotly, moaning as he kept punching away at his own ass.
When he'd occasionally yank his paw free from his shitter it was a noisy frothy mess, his forearm absolutely covered in sloppy gross buttsnot, dripping everywhere as he coated himself in the rank odor of his crack, shivering and purring as he'd let his buttmeat bulge out and gurgle for a moment, ripping hot noisy gurgly farts and spewing more mucus at his friend, still captivated by his hole, the kitty happy that at least he was enjoying the show, even if it was deeply deliciously embarrassing for himself. With that, he'd shove his hand back in, punching his poophole with a balled up fist for a few minutes before extending his fingers back out, repeating this over and over as he churned the nasty slippery wet slick natural lube in his intestines into gurgly sloppy butt butter, the snotty mucus so copious that it audibly sloshed and gurgled about his gutter as he punch-fucked his slimy shitpit, that absolutely obliterated crater sagging inward around his forearm like it was nothing, making him shudder and noisily purr. Occasionally he'd fish up a coin, or another small trinket, clearing out his rectum and sigmoid until they were as empty as they could be, and yet the kitty could still feel more in his depths, the feeling making him shiver and moan, hole flaring out as he'd repeatedly make himself nearly rocket out cum by ripping his fist from his hole and yanking his cheeks apart, spanking himself and shaking his ass as he pushed and pushed, all to no avail, himself obsessively ramming his digits back in, purring and growling needily. He whimpered and moaned near constantly, his speech dotted with cute little swears and whines as he piped up, wincing through talking to himself, "Fuck... come on..." He groaned in pleasure, plunging his fist back in, "I coulda' sworn there was some more deeper in there..." Finally, he reached his digits out inside himself, groaning at the strange feeling of his fingers fluttering throughout his loose saggy bowels, having to feel and shove his loose intestinal meat aside before his fingertips brushed against something, the unmistakable feeling of a pearl necklace. He pushed, groaning as he felt a shifting deeper in his bowels than the jewelry, hot air puffing past his gurgling pit as he drew it closer to his asshole, shivering and mewling in needy pleasure.
With a wet plopping sound the kitty suddenly found himself punch-fucking his own ass, yanking at the pearl necklace, trying to use it to dislodge whatever was deeper inside himself that it seemed wrapped around, yanking and pulling between hard rough punches at his own shithole, his sloppy pooper a shivering mess, flaring out as he yanked outward and sinking in into a disgusting mess of sloppy hisses and squelches as it swallowed his fist and air, loudly rippling and visibly quivering when he'd pull out, minute-long farts and belches riding out his shitter between hard sessions of plowing his own asspipe before he'd feel the necklace slip away from whatever else was deeper, not that he noticed too much, suddenly taken over by pleasure as he shoved and fucked his fist further up his greasy tailpipe, over and over crashing his hand deep into his guts and obliterating his poor bowels, whimpering and purring in pleasure as he grew an ever more intense pace, squeaking and practically twerking back into his own forearm as he went ever harder. His rapid movement met a fever pitch, Dro'Sakhar wishing nothing more than to help, than to pound his friend's butthole. He needed to breed him, his cock threatening to split his pants apart, occasional strained stretching coming from the poor fabric as his dick somehow hardened even more at the sight of this, moments from yanking his big cock out and shoving it in the kitty before, to his surprise, the cat pulled all out, whining in pleasure and collapsing, his as up, farting noisily as a pearl necklace hung freely from it, the huge slobbery hole so loose and oversized that, in spite of Qita turning to lay before him, he could still see the ginormous oversized literal crater of a gape bulging out from his cheeks, flaring noisily as it farted the loudest most booming rippling anal-eruptions the man had heard in his life, announcing the kitty as the most broken asswhore in town... if not the whole province.
The man shuddered, purring hotly as Qita whimpered, panting and mewling as he tried to regain himself, looking back to his butthole, whining and pushing softly, farthole flaring out, but nothing deeper truly moving closer to freedom from his ass-pit, making the kitty only whine more. "My ass is so sore..." The feline thought aloud, shivering, "It's probably gonna look real messed up when it shuts up..." he stuttered, blushing bright red as he stared back at his ass, realizing he'd really overdone it this time. Dro'sakhar huffed, leaning off his chair into a kneel over the kitty, his tail gently flipping side to side excitedly as he held a hand over his chest, winking down at the cat and deciding to tease his adorable friend some, "Goodness, you weren't kidding around! Well well Qita, Your methods are... a bit unorthodox, to say the least, but my goodness you certainly always yield great results! Yes, this is in fact the best haul I've seen off a thief in years! This will certainly fetch plenty of drakes, we'll just need to wash the... unique scent off first..." He purred, snickering at his own teasing as he watched his friend squirm in embarrassment, blushing and weakly failing to clamp his hole shut, that big lousy excuse for a turdhole, useless for its original purpose, instead flaring open and shitting out more hot air, uncontrollably belching hot nasty mucus and fog everywhere. The two sat there for a moment before Qita looked up to Dro'Sakhar's magnificently hard dick, twitching against his pants, blushing as he realizing his friend noticed, the man placed a hand at the hem of his trousers, the kitty softly nodding him on... "I think I can still feel stuff way deeper in there..." the kitty blushed as he watched those pants draw further down, fat veiny inch after inch slowly coming into view, a dick thicker than his bicep and no doubt longer than his forearm, slowly springing out, the massive mast sweaty and rank, stinking of the delicious odor of dick, the only smell in the room able to compete with the disgusting scent of his worn out shitterpipe. Blushing bright red, the kitty wryly smiled, realizing that cock certainly wouldn't help too much with dislodging things... that in fact, it's probably only cram the loot ever deeper into his slopped out guttercunt... and yet... something was so undeniably hot about the massive thing, so inescapably hypnotizing...
He purred noisily as he reached back and gripped his turdhole, feeling it reactively queef as he tugged it wider, making Dro'Sakhar moan at the sight, his dick throbbing even harder, bouncing and gently drooping as the big man let his huge mast slump over the cute kitty's face, his nose twitching as he took in the scent, yanking even harder at his own hole, clearly encouraging the man to just slamfuck his tip in already. Whining, he shuddered, leaning forward and rubbing his face over his friend's giant deliciously well endowed cock, purring at it as he laid flat, his belly mushing against the floor, butthole noisily begging to get his cock-hungry anal obsessed ass finally filled with some real meat, to get brutally fucked into a perfect loose tunnel, to be reshaped to the form of that massive manly dick... Shivers rose up his spine as he felt that cock dragged along his back, arching as he felt that sloppy oversized smelly tip drop into his hole, his butthole so gaped the entire tip nearly fell in, only stopped by the friend's shockingly oversized glans, so big it was like his dick had a flare... As he felt Dro'Sakhar's hands grasp at his hips, and thought back on his early embarrassed shy realization that the objects were only gonna get more stuck by this intense raw hole-pounding session, he purred, brain so love-drunk with cocksmell and the idea of becoming his friend's new personal cocksleeve, of doing this again and again until his bowels were entirely and perfectly shaped to that disgusting meaty slap of hairy sweaty veiny dickmeat that was about to be shoved into place, he could only think one thing...
"Whatever, I guess it'll come out later..."
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Thank you so much for your support and your patience with me while I worked on this one, I know it took far longer than usual but I'm really proud of how it all turned out. Qita is a character I've thought on for a while, and to finally give him a new piece is deeply satisfying, and I think this refresh of his character was something sorely needed. It's also been fun to be able to tie this piece into another thing I'm deeply passionate about, that being fantasy lore, even if it's in a vaguely superficial and silly way, it makes me pleased. I hope you guys also enjoy the piece a lot! I'll be posting again shortly to update how April will go, for now I hope y'all had a beautiful month, that you have a wonderful beginning to April, and that the end of your month is calming and kind~! Thank you all so much! ^w^
Cheers~