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Writing.com is a memetic reprogramming agent created by a subset of Gerard Gardner's modern esoterricist sect. In the more obscure genre-mash of the 21st century: an entire subforum of the internet is dedicated to fiction demonstrating a unique fusion of coming-of-age teen drama and extreme paraphilic sexual sadism

A Squishy Teen

"a teen with an unusual condition tries to make it through the day, will he survive?". More importantly, will Kentwolf manage to get off to his anthology of psychic-onamistic and paedophillic ideas again today?

Consumed by her Cumming Bowels - Kentwolf

Vicarious literary essence of a steel-beam-melting-brain-fatberg.

Mary's ass would rub and flex into the bead as it farted to feel more tasty vibrations. Her hungry butt forced you to kiss the bead, as her gushing bursts of flatulence made it pound back into your head. As the explosion finally petered off the bead stopped moving, and came to a rest. The massive orb and pools of grime smothered you, it took all you had to just gasp for a tiny bit of air. Fiery hot fecal fumes filled your lungs, fresh from the girls colon. You choked and gagged just as the humongous butt started to notice there were no more vibrations. A meaty hug consumed you as your girlfriend's lust squeezed down hard on the bead.

"Oh god that fart felt so good! I'm close!" she cooed.

You felt every lump of her bowel walls crushing you into the hard plastic toy. Her ass throbbed and clenched, yearning for stimulation. It was getting ready to cum, the massive heaving ass of your girlfriend was going to cum with you inside it. You heard, no, felt her heartbeat increasing, the naughty bead-farts had made her incredibly aroused. An anal orgasm was building inside the giantess, as sure as her bowels were twitching, she was getting closer.

The hungry anal walls slurped on the beads, sucking them deeper inside. You involuntarily went with the bead that was pressing down on you, pulled along the girls greasy crud-caked walls. As her bowels dragged you inwards their lumpy folds caused you to shift from under the bead. You could feel your legs dangling out, free of the painful crushing grip. Seeing your chance you tried your best to shimmy around, worm your body in such a way that you could slip the rest of you out. Mary's ass clenched and chewed the sex toy like a piece of gum in its maw. The heavy squeezing hurt, but the uneven movements of her rolling bowels actually helped separate you from the bead.

After wiggling around in a puddle of sticky muck, you finally managed to break free. Your body rolled over and you lifted yourself up, finally you weren't being crushed by that bead anymore. Reaching around you tried to find the string to hang on to again... only it wasn't there. You waved your hands around in the darkness to find nothing but dank air and an accidental grope of Mary's walls. Your heart froze in place, you were on the wrong side of the bead. Not just that, but since it was the final and deepest bead in the chain, that meant you were further inside her bowels than the sex toy. Terrified, you turned around, clinging to the back of the bead for dear life. One wrong move and her shit tunnel would swallow you up. You would be stranded inside of her, with no hope of safely getting out.

Suddenly Mary jerked the chain forwards. She had had her fill of squeezing and was now adding pulling to the mix. The line of beads dragged forwards to her hole, digging through the tender anal meat as it went. Then she would clench with her ass some more, sucking the chain back down. Back and forth it went, in a constant tug-of-war to escalate her arousal. You found it difficult to stay attached to the bead, it was slippery with anal juices and hard to grip. The rhythm of sucking and pulling increased, growing faster in time with Mary's gasps. She was masturbating her ass vigorously, and loving every second of it.

The erotic slurping of her ass was both loud and wet. Hot anal mucus built up into a bubbly froth and splashed against your back as she repeatedly fucked herself. You tried to hang on to the rampaging anal beads with all your might, until the muscles in your fingers were going numb with strain. If you slipped off it would be over, her ass would gulp you down and pull you into the dark beyond. You had to stay on the chain until she finished cumming, in order to ride it back out her asshole. The bead bucked and turned with the winding anal passageway. The more Mary played with herself, the more rambunctious and twisty her bowels became. The starving muscles clenched and bent, squeezing down hard on the delicious beads. A massive quiver rocked your sticky chamber and Mary shouted out loud.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! YES! OH GOD!!"

The bead chain was pulled taut as Mary began to cum. The plastic ring with her finger running through it was sucked all the way against her contracting anus. Inside her muscles tensed up, crushing down on you with an incredible force as she had her anal orgasm. The beads were pulled as far as they could go, deep into the sweltering hot tunnel, but her ass kept sucking. As hard as you tried to stay on, the grip of your girlfriend's bowels slurped you off the bead like a pair of wet meaty lips. You were separated from the chain of beads and dragged down into the darkness. You screamed in horror only to be cut off as her gigantic anal contractions started.

Mary's anal meat smothered you, chewing you up in a frothy hell of mucus and flesh. You felt the hot spasming ass swallow you deeper and deeper, further than the beads could ever reach. Your body entered new untouched areas, filled with sickening sludge and powerful pulsations. Your girlfriend's cumming bowels pulverized you, rhythmically constricting your small body to elicit feelings of pleasure. The walls didn't open and close, rather they stayed touching you at all times, pulsating joyously. Huge contractions crushed you again and again, grinding you up inside her throbbing meat. A flood of sticky anal fluids surrounded you, there was no space for you to move so they filled your mouth. The taste was thicker and more rancid than her farts ever were, you cried as the viscous juices entered your body.

The hard clenches grew harder and more violent until they reached their highest point. A deadly powerful squeeze took hold of your body for several seconds, testing the resilience of your soul, until finally your girlfriend's bowels relaxed. The orgasm was finally finished and her ass stopped crushing you. You coughed and gagged on the globs of slime in your throat. The worst seemed to be over, but a wave of dread filled your chest. You were utterly fucked, Mary's ass has swallowed you so far deep that you didn't even know where you were now. Nothing could save you, it was over.

Outside the giant girl was panting and covered in sweat. She was laying on her bed in a post-orgasm daze. Her legs had gone limp during the orgasm and she thought she peed a little. Smiling, she giggled to herself. That felt amazing, almost like something had tickled much farther up her ass than the beads did. Whatever it was, she loved it, and would definitely have to use these beads again another day.

One at a time she pulled the bead chain out her plump butt, making her ass cheeks jiggle with every one. Slowly the beads popped out her wrinkled hole, leaving you imprisoned inside her ass. For each bead that came out you could hear her voice let out an erotic yelp, enjoying the feeling of her anus being stretched again. The sensation made her ass lazily clench down on you some more, sucking you in a little deeper with each bead that left. Her muffled moans drifted off into the distance as you slowly passed out.

Mary finished pulling out all the beads and felt sexually satisfied. She hadn't had a masturbation session like that in a while. She checked her sheets and sure enough some pee sprayed out when she came. Looking at the anal beads they were glistening in the light, wet with intestinal juices. Something was off though.

"Huh? Weren't there eight beads? Or were there seven?" she said.

She looked at the odd space between the last two beads, where you were originally before becoming separated.

"Hmmmm... Oh well! Guess I was imagining things."

Without giving it another thought she went to get some towels to clean up her mess. Her thick juicy ass jiggled seductively as she walked, just like it would any other day. There was no other clue for her to know what had happened, but deep down inside her sexy butt you were trapped. Your little body was lost to her steamy bowels, stuck there for the rest of your life.

Trapped forever, good luck.... - J869

"(...) tortures and destroys the totality of the beings which it presents" - Bataille

As you remain flattened deep within the hot, slimy, moist confines of your own mother's asscrack you finally come to the realization that your mom's pores have definitely absorbed your entire body, you are now just a part of her buttcheek deep in her crack beside her anus, you have lost any hope of ever being found or rescued from this hellish prison, "WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS!!!" you cry to yourself, the taste of your mom's rancid buttcheese, sweat and farts stuck in your throat as you are covered by a thick coating of the sludge, "I WANT TO DIE INSTEAD OF LIVING THE REST OF MY LIFE LIKE THIS!!" you think to yourself as another massive shart explodes over you.

Trish exhales loudly and smirks as she pushes the last turd out of her ass followed by a couple of massive wet farts, "That feels ssooo much better" she says as she pats her stomach "I love having big poos, it always makes me feel relaxed, and I always feel so much lighter afterwards! *giggle*". Trish's smile drops however as she sees that there is not much toilet paper left, "Aw well, i'll just have to make the most of what I got, people will just have to put up with my stinky ass for now!" she says as she grabs the few remaining sheets of paper and brings them around to her ass for a not-so thorough wiping of her crack. After Trish was finished she pulled down the lever to flush the toilet, her eyes grew wide as she watched her massive turds spiral then crash together, becoming stuck at the bottom of the bowl completely clogging the toilet, Trish let out a sigh "Not again..." she said "I'll have to get the building's janitor up to unblock it again, I feel terrible doing that though, he's such a lovely man and he's had to do this for me a few times now, it's a disgusting task, he probably thinks that I'M disgusting" Trish thought with a worried look on her face, then an idea came into her head, "Well... Jack is always saying how he would like to get a job in the near future, and we are always encouraging him to try and get work, so maybe I can hire him to help me out in my office, then he can fix and clean my toilet without me having to call the janitor every other day, that would save me sooo much embarrassment!" Trish thought to herself with a grin, "But then again..." she thought, "Maybe he wouldn't be too excited about working as my personal toilet unclogger, or cleaner, especially after a mexican night" Trish giggled "Maybe I could guilt him into it? tell him that 'a jobs a job after all' i'm not sure if he'll buy that though, especially if he's covered in my poo after every day at work" Trish began to laugh at the thought of you having to wrestle with one of her massive turds, little did she know that you were suffering much worse than she could imagine, deep in her crack, swallowing her shit, sweat and farts as she stood there giggling.

Trish went about her day at work as she sat, farting and sweating on you throughout the day. By the time that she got home and noticed that you weren't around she tried not to worry about you, remembering what Tina had told her about how she needed to stop worrying so much about you, and that you always turned up no matter how long it took, weeks, months, even a year at one point (Stuck to Stacy's panties). Trish calmed down and figured that Tina was right, you always turned up....eventually, Trish then began her exercise routine before relaxing and watching a movie while (of course) eating some very gassy foods.

Days soon turned into weeks and weeks into months, with you stuck deep in your mom's asscrack having to endure the taste of her shit, farts and sweat. You would be drenched in sweat every workout your mom did (Sometimes she did them with Tina or Barbara), then other days you would have to endure your mom's hangovers with her toxic beer farts, the worst was when you have to deal with your mom's shit after a mexican meal, which usually happened during her hangover days, all while you silently thought to yourself "Just....kill...me, I want to die......pleeaaseeee" as you cried on the inside.

By the time a year had passed your mother was in a panic, a year was the longest that you had ever disappeared, it was now over a year and there was no sign of you. Your mother Trish and girlfriend Mary searched everywhere for you, all while Tina tried to calm the two of them maintaining that you would show up eventually. Gary loved the fact that you had been away so long, he hated that a loser like you was going out with his sister and that you were always around, he knew that you were probably just stuck somewhere, unable to get out, and that his sister and Trish might have a chance of finding you if they kept looking, he then decided to hatch his most evil plan yet, with a tiny bit of paper he began writing in very very small writing with a very sharp pencil, he wrote a note, claiming to be from you, saying that you have run away, because you no longer loved Mary, or your mother Trish either, and that you were glad to be away from them. Smiling at his handy work Gary then left the tiny note under Mary's bed for her to find while searching for you, it didn't take long for Mary to find it, and reveal it to the family and Trish, Mary and Trish were both heartbroken at first but their sorrow soon turned to anger "That piece of shit!!" Mary cried out angrily with tears in her eyes, Trish also shouts "I can't believe that heartless little brat! If I ever get my hands on him...." , Tina hugged both of them, and ensured them that you weren't worth their tears or anger, Gary watched on with a massive smile, happy with how his plan unfolded, "Told you he was a scumbag!" Gary shouted over, "You were right Gary! I should've listened to you!!" Mary replied. And with that your fate was sealed, that week they all agreed to never mention you again, Trish remained a good friend of family and always hung out with Tina and spent the holidays with them. You however, suffered a horrible torturous life, never getting used to the taste and smell of your prison as is seemed to get worse everyday, after a couple more years your mind was completely broken and you no longer had any solid memories or brain function, the one thought you always had before your mind went was that you wanted to die, and eventually you got your wish, even your resilient body couldn't handle all those years of ingesting nothing but shit and sweat, and you eventually pass away in your smelly tomb.

But...is that the end?