Cat Type Creacher
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Weird Science (Anal Training, Alien Influence, Noisy Anus)
🕑 Added 2023-09-06 03:20:06 +0000 UTCWork had been long for Cat, it always was. Something in him had always prevented him from stopping before he truly felt progress coming, forcing himself to slave over a computer and lab equipment for hours upon hours, always jotting goals and etching them out, keeping himself awake by sheer willpower and frustration at his lack of breakthrough. At long last though, he felt he'd finally been edging closer to an exciting discovery. A few days prior new artefacts had been brought to the lab by the expeditionary team; a whole host of small samples of cloths, patches of burnt ground, all things that were outside his department. In the debriefing where the men were discussing what they'd brought he found himself growing more and more bored as he thought he'd have to keep working off conjecture and visual evidence, until suddenly, peaking everyone's curiosity, somebody wheeled out a cart adorned with objects. Immediately he straightened up, staring with awe and bated breath along with his colleagues as the trolley was brought to a stop, its brake applied with a gentle tap of the assistant's foot and the speaker's focus immediately brought to it. "The foreign objects archaeology team will certainly get a kick of this one though, nearby the sight we found these strange objects, artefacts none of us quite understand the purpose of, but that we're excited to hand over to you to further explore." He nodded toward Cat, his heart jumping as his jaw dropped, excitement tying knots in his belly. He knew this would only mean working longer, but this is exactly what he lived for. The objects were splendid, a heaving metallic shape, rounded in form and suspended over a pedestal by a thin taper, some form of controls on the side of it from what the feline could spot at his seat, along with a few varying spheroids, cubes, and even some constructions he could only approximate as some form of pen or, if he were allowed to geek out, a sort of wand.
From the moment the briefing ended and the objects were carted to his department the cat had worked endlessly, tiring himself day in and day out. He'd arrive to work by noon, work himself to first daylight, sleep, and repeat the process again, over and over. At first the objects confounded him, especially as he had a heaving amount of data to work and sift through, the objects seeming to have no ties to any of the historical data they'd held; A smörgåsbord of carvings, cave paintings, and bone etchings, all spread throughout the Paleolithic period. Slowly however, he found connections, first he'd see a familiar shape here and there, and then he'd recognize contours, slits, soon piecing it together that the large metal spheroid on the pedestal held importance. He hummed, unsure of if it were some form of idol, or something else entirely, the imagery around it confusing. Then he'd noticed the other objects in depictions, almost all of them seeming to appear some time after the introduction of the pedestal, seemingly holding some form of ritualistic importance. Notes scattered his office, maddening etches, connections by string, and all matter of misplaced and scattered epiphanies, contradictions, and rebuttals to himself. The more he worked, the more obsessed he grew, and then one day he decided to fiddle with the controls on the object. They were relatively simple as he came to find, a switch and a twist-knob, its needle facing a thickening curve, almost akin to the controls of a fan or a heater. He noted with great interest that when he'd pressed at the switch the object began to softly hum, its buzz rising further as he turned the controls further down the thick line, a gentle heat quickly beginning to radiate off its surface alongside the room humidifying. Such discoveries shocked him, if this object was so old, there was no way it should even be working right now, let alone that it should be capable of anything it had been doing; Essentially acting as a combo heater and humidifier... yet there it sat before him, performing exactly that task. He crossed his arms as he observed this for the first time, possibilities running endlessly through his mind, himself deciding he immediately had to catalogue every phenomena possible related to the object.
As he worked, he slowly grew accustomed to allowing the object to run, researching in the gentle warmth of the shape. Even though he disliked humidity, something about the object's gentle radiance warmed him throughout, giving him this excited fuzzy feeling that felt... incredibly good. He hardly connected the influence of the two as he worked, unbeknownst to the feline starting an ancient rite... Eventually he came upon an interesting set of cave paintings, they displayed a group of figures surrounding a central figure, the object beside this being, a halo of some sort painted behind them. Slowly, in following images on the cave, this scene was depicted repeatedly, the figure growing more shapely and curved with each painting, and more of the objects appearing below them, small balls and cubes. Then, in a final image, all of the objects are missing, the heaving spheroid on a pedestal below the figure, now resembling a fertility goddess in shape and how they were depicted. He hummed, noting the object's obvious ritual importance, especially as depictions similar to this one grew more prominent in his findings, imagery of figures, likely fertility goddesses, constantly surrounding the object. The more he worked, the more obsessive about the heaving shape he grew. What he hadn't connected to the object, however, was his rising... personal needs. He used to be able to go a week or two without needing much playtime, and even then his needs were largely satiable. He could simply finger himself in the shower for a few minutes, or play with something like a banana if he really needed to feel filled, and then he'd be fine for another week or two... but as he worked around the aura of the item for longer, as he began cranking its power higher and higher every day, as he spent longer hours working on it, his needs became all the stronger, and all the hungrier...
At first it started with more consistently needing to play with his backdoor, a few times of fingering himself or "playing with his food" so to speak every week turning to every other day, then just as quickly into every day, slowly peeling toward twice a day, then three times, and eventually he began to fidget, excited thoughts pressing into his mind even when he was supposed to be working. At first he could push them aside, but soon it became hard to not take advantage of the seclusion of his office to slip a finger or two beyond the threshold of his soft swollen backdoor, growing looser and fatter the more he began to play with himself day in day out... Simultaneously, what used to sate him in stretching grew hopelessly inadequate, two fingers drawing to three, then to four, and before even a full week had passed since he'd started to grow obsessed with the object he could fit his entire hand in his loose sputtering backdoor, by then needing to fist himself daily, to keep from feeling horribly hot and bothered all day. He was hopelessly addicted, brief shower massages turning into multi-hour sessions of breaking his poor butthole, relentlessly stretching himself, each session turning into an attempt at topping his last attempts at breaking his ring into a slack busted slit. Such rough treatment quickly worked his entrance, whenever he wasn't so excited that he'd overuse his sloppy chute he'd notice how loose he'd become, hardly feeling when he'd clench his hole down, its sloppy out turned surface swollen and red, pressing against the round sides of his cheeks constantly, and nonstop sputtering and drooling up slime. The sudden introduction of slimy gurgling gapefarts to his daily routine coming with an insatiable need to shove something in his hole every time he went to dry his juicy wet blowhole, one moment blushing in embarrassment as he farted up enough mucus to flood the bottom of his pants, the next he'd been hungrily using all this slime to stuff his hand into his hole... soon enough even this didn't sate him anymore, one hand going up his slobbery glistening slit without needing to even lubricate his hole or softly ease into it, himself just able to sit down on his hand and gulp it into his rising mound of a pussy. His hole constantly ached and drooled, pursing into a fat wrinkled donut that bulged against his pants before hollowly rumbling into a wide open gape, the jets of air that crackled out of his hole being powerful and forceful enough to uncontrollably explode out from his hole, scattering slime all over his pants and spewing up deliciously musky air, his office and dorm room quickly growing steamy from his noisy humidifier of a butthole, loud and juicy enough to alter the climate around him.
And as his hole grew, so too did his rear, Catstopher's haunches and thighs fattening out more and more as he began to eat more, both with his butt and his mouth, finding in embarrassment that for every few pieces of fruit or a meal he'd eaten, he'd want to force an apple or a banana into his tailpipe... and eventually he began to give into those desires, it soon becoming routine for himself to cram his blown out thundercunt full of fruit, often finding himself having to hold an assfull of gurgling slimy gas and fruit when he'd go to work, countless oranges, apples, and bananas finding their way in and out of his hole daily... and even then he wouldn't be satisfied, often leaning back in his chair, propping one fattened leg beside the spheroid's pedestal, and hanging the other over his armrest, relentlessly punching in and out of his butthole as rapidly as he could, yanking and tugging at the sides of his sphincter, sliding his fingers over his piercings, his claws gently clinking over them as he shuddered and moaned, his butthole chewing and sucking in air as his guts contracted and drooled around their fruity contents. His innards would lewdly gurgle and slurp, muffled sputters and groans emanating from his belly as his insides needily sucked the fruits deeper and deeper, the cat only bearing down and pushing them back to his loosened slime-spewing backdoor once he'd feel a fruit slip into his sigmoid colon, holding his fingers in his hole, his thumb grasping around the fat rubbery mucus-slicked exterior of his anus, thumbing at his piercings as he moaned and mewled, his guts lewdly slurping and pressing around his fingers, squishing and massaging them as he kept them in place, preventing his noisy crater of a sphincter from simply farting the fruits all over the floor of his office... of course this was a different story in his dorm, where he'd let go freely, farting up everything he'd shoved into himself only to carelessly ram it back in, hopelessly addicted to the stinging feeling of stretching and plying his guts apart, a constant need to bust his butthole into the biggest loosest excuse for a sphincter anybody had ever seen, and to straighten his guts and make them grow so capacious he could stuff whatever he wanted in... not that he'd been afraid of losing things by now, carelessly shoving things like soda cans and mangoes in until they slipped into his sigmoid colon or beyond, knowing well that he'd fart them up eventually. By now Catstopher was so overly horny that he was spending all of his time outside work modifying and loosening his butthole into a loose gurgling chute, rapidly graduating from his hands to his room's doorknobs to even the heaving bedposts of his frame, each ball nearly the size of a honeydew, yet all of them slotting and drooling satisfyingly into his stinging hot backdoor whenever he'd sit on them, not even lubing his hole, simply letting gravity and his by now very permanently blown out state give him what he wanted. He'd moaned and purred, in love with playtime to the point where he barely hid it now, hardly being cautious in his office as he'd freely shove soda cans, water bottles, and whatever else he could get his hands on into his hole, his computer mouse becoming a favorite as he'd ram it in, slot his fist in to push it even deeper, and then slowly tug it out by the wire over and over again.
He slowly noticed how fat his butt had gotten as it grew harder to wear pants, his heaving globe-like ass-cheeks so fat and wobbly they may as well have had a gravitational pull around them, being sighted and ogled by many a pent up researcher... especially as the noises that would often emanate from his office became more known and widespread throughout the facility. His cheeks were easily nearing the size of beach balls, his thighs growing just as much to match, making the tops of all his pants tight, constricting annoyingly around his widened waist, and leading the cat to avoid wearing pants in his dorm, the cool air on his endlessly sweaty and deep ass making him sigh and moan every time, immediately encouraging him to stuff his arm down his foot-deep ass crack to ply and play with his ring, smacking and shaking his jiggling wobbling bubble-butt as he played, hungrily mewling as he by then graduated from bedposts to melons and sports balls, shampoo bottles and two liters, his stomach often sporting at least one or two bulges, more and more appearing the hungrier and looser he grew. As he played with and trained his hole within the presence of the artefacts, soon he found himself unable to stop looking at them... they were so pretty, so perfectly shaped, they even had such an incredible weight when he'd hold them in his hands, blushing as day by day he wanted to shove them into himself more and more... no, not just to stuff them up his loose sputtering backdoor, not just to use that bombshell of an "idol" or whatever the spherical shape atop the pedestal was to finally plug his loud talkative slime-ejecting fuckhole, but to insert and keep all the objects within himself, to make them permanent residents of his guts, after all with their size and shape, they almost seemed made for such a use... It didn't take long for him to crack, it'd probably only been three or four weeks under the influence of the object while it operated and radiated in his office, maybe five or six if one counted the weeks before he'd turned it on...
Using the artefacts as toys didn't take long to come to him, and even less time for him to finally commit to, a few days after the four week mark he'd been sliding the smaller blood orange sized balls in and out of his hole, moaning at how well they fit inside him, at how they warmed with his body temperature, radiating the delicious heat his insides spewed and farted out, steam rising off them whenever he'd pushed them from his hole into the "cool" air of his office, much less warm than his absurdly hot insides. Their weight had been even better, pressing down on his guts so well that they tugged his rectum into a tall slit-like tunnel, himself beginning to obsess over how it'd made his hole look, bringing a mirror to work to stare at how his guts sat pulled down, a slit easily six inches tall, spread at the bottom by a fat metallic ball, softly shining and reflecting light into his guts, the top of his anal walls arching and loosely hanging and folding together, draping atop the balls as they sat within him. Then of course there was his butthole, a perfect obliterated slit, puckered and shriveled yet swollen into a gross perversion of what an anus should be, hanging slack and open constantly now, unable to give more than a clench to a gape the size of around three of his fingers, and quivering until he ran out of energy, puffing as he let his hole return to its gaping gurgling resting state, now unavoidably noisy and loose as it poured easily a few liters of anal mucus over his ass, balls, and thighs daily, keeping his lower half slick and lubricated, the fluid oddly tingly on him, making him mewl and moan every time his loose hole hollowly erupted another fresh coating of slime, himself taking to just shoving the towels he'd use to wipe the slime from his lower half up his hole when he went to work, his butthole's slimy sloppy sputtering made muffled by the towel taking up most of the room in his colon, the other objects lining his intestines' deeper reaches causing his stomach to gurgle and groan, his guts producing so much anal mucus that the bulges were hardly visible without pressing down on his gut, his belly simply looking like a gentle taut bump. Daily he'd go to work packed like this, his guts more so resembling a perverted parody of a backpack than an anal tract, and he couldn't get enough of it.
Slowly he began to incorporate more and more of the artefacts into his playtime, until everything besides the heaving idol would spend his entire workday steaming in his gurgling groaning guts, shifting and contracting excitedly around the small orbs, cubes, and cylinders, his loose ribbed walls hanging slack over and kissing all around every inch of the items, now playthings to his bag of an asshole, ones he slowly started refusing the idea of going without, first letting himself smuggle one object with him out from work, then two, and eventually he would come in and out from work, every heavy metallic object lodged in his slack guts, their weight loosening his insides more and more, his butthole hardly able to clench them in due to how relaxed his sphincter had become, so loose that he couldn't even clench around a soda can any longer, the object far too small to feel like much of a stretch to his heaving slut-pit, his butthole rapidly trained into a massive cavern capable of swallowing anything he put his mind to... besides that idol, his favorite of all the objects to imagine taking, something he'd gently trail his fingers over as he needily eyed it, softly squeezing and massaging his mound of an asshole, purring hotly as he stretched and tugged at his sphincter, his free hand alternating between massaging the vibrating idol and reaching down to yank at the ring that sat embedded in his butthole, its smooth metal surface constantly hot due to its vicinity to his butthole, so warm that now even when wearing pants steam would rise off from it, especially when he'd spread his rear, his butthole so big that it'd kiss and drench the crack of his pants, making it conform to the shape of his butthole, it becoming a particular pleasure to him to shove artefacts in his hole with his pants on like this when they'd slip free from his weakening sphincter, his huge deep ass providing the perfect wobbly sweat-slicked cover to hide it in. Slowly, he even found his hole too weak to hold the artefacts in his hole that he'd worked hard to keep inside constantly, whining every time he'd feel his "ring" go slack, sloppily sliding and gurgling over the shape of each object as they were allowed to fall freely from his anus, his hole constantly gurgling out a long low sloppy hollow fart, constantly plugged up by the items as they fired freely from his guts. In only a few days since the first time his hole rejected the objects he'd decided finally that he needed the biggest and final artefact, reasoning that something so huge would finally keep everything warm and safe inside him, that it'd stretch him like he needed to be stretched, that maybe it'd finally sate his hunger...
Slowly he sat his fat abused sphincter over the idol, wetly kissing and slurping over it, the heavy grapefruit sized orb that sat in it softly clinking against the heaving oval shape of the object as he hungrily prodded and ran his loose anal folds over it, his lips kissing and rubbing along its shape with a constant slimy slippery noise that made him squirm in excited anticipation, bated breaths softly puffing from his lips as he rode lower and lower, his hole slowly widening around the object's crown until he slowly began feeling that incredible familiar stretching sensation again, the width of the object easily two times his current limit, this fact only making him all the hungrier, knowing the plug would practically be locked in place unless somebody else could help yank it free. He puffed and mewled as he softly bounced up and down, his flaccid cock gently smacking his soft pink underbelly as he rode his "new toy", biting his lip as he started drawing his feet in. Lewdly the smooth reflective metal over the object began to fog up from the heaving gurgling slimefarts he constantly spewed over it, his butthole nonstop rumbling and drooling as it sputtered up slime, his belly churning and groaning as it bubbled almost like a water cooler, air rushing through slime flooded and artefact clogged guts, his insides deliciously giving off muffled gulps and squelches as their gaped ribbed walls would clamp down and contract around the objects before wetly smacking back open, his hole trembling. Softly, he set his foot down, feeling it touch his hole's wet slimy drool now a puddle below him. He excitedly squeaked into a low drawn out moan as his foot slipped, causing him to fall with his full weight against the idol, groaning as his sphincter was forced by gravity to gape and stretch wide around the plug, his ass slowly sliding down in bursts, first around a quarter slurping in, then as it forced the rest of his rectum's contents into his colon, it slid to the halfway, that medial ring about the midpoint of the spherical shape, something he excitedly and hungrily fell back onto, pressing with a slow drawn out gurgling squelch into his hole before finally the rest slammed into place, his butt clapping against the ground noisily as it engulfed the base of the idol, its wide bottom keeping his cheeks spread apart, his loose pucker smasming and clenching about the base of it, held deliciously wide, that sting he'd wanted so badly ever since he grew loose enough to swallow a melon without lube, finally given to his hole by the artefact.
A warm radiance spread throughout his body, rising first from his stinging hot butthole, then tingling inward and outward, rising through his sloppy rearranged guts and up along the top of his blown-out mountain of a froth spewing foghole, trembling up to his chest where it sat, hotly exciting him more and more. He decided there, he wouldn't take the plug out, not for a while at least. It was as though the objects were made to bask together, soaking in his juices and stewing in his warm bubbly guts... and little did Cat know, that was exactly what they were for, himself having, without knowing, finished a ritual done so long ago, sealing and making irreversible the changes to his body and his mind, not that he cared much, having always secretly been a massive butt slut; It having been the reason he'd gotten his hole pierced so heavily, this fact making him the perfect candidate for the ritual, something that only held much power over those bottom-hungry enough to deep within them want what it gave; A transition into a loose anal whore, made perfect to serve as a brood mother to an alien species that, so long ago, had been fought off by mankind, the lessons learned erased by thousands of years of time, history finally repeated by one cat's anal hunger. He moaned, riding and grinding against the plug for hours and hours, even staying beyond his time to clock out, wanting this pleasure to never end. Eventually, his cheeks blushing bright red, he decided that he couldn't let that happen, rising up gingerly, the change of position making the metal objects inside him clink and rub together, softly vibrating inside him, a feeling the cat noticed but attributed to some form of natural phenomena, not knowing that with every hour they sat in his guts a signal was being sent out to the life forms who'd initially utilized such tools on mankind, an alien species that had already excitedly sent out a ship to check out the signal, the artefacts having been placed in the location they were found some months ago in an attempt to see if time had gone long enough to finally begin making brood-mothers in this way again. Furthermore, the vibrations made his insides both looser and more tender, sensitively clamping and trembling against the vibrating objects within him, wet walls sloppily kissing and slurping over their forms, sucking and pressing them about his form as they slid and clinked around in his belly, a noisy sloshing and groaning audible from his guts, the vibrations having sent his anal mucus production into overdrive, a preparation for when the scout ship arrived, whose side role was to serve as an ovipositor to the ass-hungry cat, finally fulfilling his needs whenever he rested so as to not have him even notice the disappearance of the objects from his guts, and their replacement with hundreds of grapefruit sized eggs, the plug having already affected him enough that surely he'd explain away the bulges from the eggs as something akin to bloating from gas, himself having rapidly grown used to the feeling of anal bloating from plugging up his rectum with things too big to fart out, having to deal with deliciously pleasurable cramps until his hole grew slack enough to erupt the object along with the thunderous cacophony of wet gurgling anal expulsions from his slime spewing chimney cunt, ribbed and wrinkled, easily the size of a basketball as it sat rounded out between his fat slutty ass cheeks, which he delighted in waving and shaking around his coworkers, pretending not to realize he knew what they were seeing in a hungry needy game whose end goal was to make everyone in the facility want to slamfuck his loose crater of a fuckpit; And it was working, a combination of the artefacts making an aura around his hole that almost made his butt's sight, scent, and constant incessant gurgling jets of steam not just addicting, but intoxicating. Nearly every researcher thought about him at night, just another part of the ritual sliding into place.
Carefully he pulled his pants up over the base of the idol-turned-plug that sat lodged in his logchute, his fat obliterated canal clenching tightly around its shape, spread overly taut and constantly deliciously stinging, his hands unable to stop running and rubbing over his bulging belly, excited and aroused as he felt his insides suck over and play with all the weight that sat within him, his butthole gurgling, itself less talkative, only giving occasional light sputters of slime, the object within it more than large enough to keep everything rumbling and groaning, lodged within his insides. Carefully he stepped out from his office door, looking side to side, unbeknownst to him he was already noticed by the security guard, who he'd become well acquainted with already, his cock nearly the size of his arm, a fat veiny tree trunk of a dick that was lined with piercings and rings that deliciously tugged and pulled at his fat gaped out fart-hole every time he pounded a load into it. He'd been watching the camera in the hall every now and then in need of some relief, their fucking having already allowed the security guard himself to grow influenced by the alien into protecting the cat and his gloriously loose butthole, his cock throbbing to full mast every few hours, himself hardly able to keep up with his needs as he constantly thought of pounding his favorite fleshlight thundercunt, the way it loosely sucked and contracted around every inch of his fat veiny dick, the way when he pounded in to the hilt it'd suck and kiss at his low sagging balls due to being an absolute mound of a cunt that jutted off the cat's absurdly voluptuous sweaty body, his balls jumped just thinking about it, two fat orbs the size of bowling balls, originally only around the size of mango, but having grown ever since he started fucking the cat, his prick and balls growing heavier every time they banged. The guard shot up from his chair, pausing when he noticed something resting in the base of Cat's pants; the thought of his hole being plugged up before they could fuck being so exciting to the guard that, pitching a tent that ran down his pant leg, he had to get to the cat...
Before long he found himself in a familiar situation, facing the behind of his lovely voluptuous fuckbuddy, the catboy that seemed to get rounder, thicker, and more needy with every time they had sex... it'd only been two days since they last had sex but he needed it more than anything else, his balls so heavy with cum that they tugged down, sagging below the midpoint of his thighs, needily twitching every time he so much as poked his member, unable to unload anything but pre without the cat's butthole to help stroke and milk it out from him. Quickly, he set a hand at the hem of the feline's pants, tightened his grip, and yanked... He gasped in surprise just as Catstopher did, the two staring in shock down at his packed butthole, the security guard's cock nearly bursting from his pants at the sight of the artefact lodged in his guts, something about the whole scenario so deeply and indescribably arousing to him. The cat moaned out as he trailed a finger along its surface, gently pressing at the base of the plug as he let the feline's pants rest taut around the bottom of the idol's pedestal, his free hand trailing up to massage the cat's hole. "Hey now! Where do you think you're going with that thing?" He chuckled, rubbing and gliding his paws along its base, the feeling making the cat shudder and gasp as the undersexed security guard began gently tugging and pressing at the "plug", each press making him squeak out, and each tug making him groan as he felt the object forcing his hole wider and looser, a little bit of his anal integrity lost with every heavy yank, each pull threatening to free the heaving metal object from his insides, its vibrations growing more and more intense as its aura warmly radiated over the two. The cat's hole loosely sucked and slurped around the bottom of the plug, heaving gurgling crackling farts pressed wetly out from his hole every time the guard would plunge it back in, the impromptu toy being so large that he had to work it with two hands, excitedly yanking it out of and shoving it back into the sputtering gurgling cat froth hole he found himself so absurdly obsessed with. "I'll be confiscating that..." He purred, grinning as he bore down on the object, gripping it tightly and yanking it back, the cat loudly squeaking and moaning, his back arched as he felt his hole being pulled inside out, the fat donut tugged further and further off his loose noisy backside until his blown-out foghorn rested with ease outside his cheeks, keeping them spread wide as the guard kept pulling and pulling, the cat moaning and mewling excitedly, his flaccid member twitching and throbbing from the intense anal abuse. He softly grit his teeth and groaned as he felt it pulled further and further off his body, his ring letting more and more of the idol slip free, pulled so taut that its surface was just a smooth rounded pucker, fat swollen and puffy like a heaving balloon, slurping and squelching as low gurgling rumbles drooled and sputtered inside his depths due to the movement of the idol, muffled wet juicy noises like music to the security guard's ears. His cock dully throbbed with every pull, needing to yank his catboy toy's hole open so he could fuck it looser, moaning and whining himself as he gently bucked the heaving tent in his pant-leg against the cat's soft squishy thigh, groaning softly.
Suddenly a loud wet pop fulled the air and the security guard nearly fell back, needing to widen his stance to keep himself from toppling, the cat's hole pulled a good foot or so off his body and squelching as it wetly and lewdly was pulled open as the plug was finally tugged free, Cat's hole immediately loudly announcing itself with a long noisy healthy gapefart, rumbling and gurgling out from his gaping obliterated walls, his ribbed insides barely clenching and squeezing as the "toy" was so unceremoniously pulled free from his insides, his juicy frothing bowl of a steam spewing logchute hung wide open, easily enough for the guard to slot his dick into the feline without it even touching the kitty's anal walls, the sight making him moan out excitedly as he set the plug down, reaching forward and tugging his pants lower to get a good look at those slime-drenched balls he'd loved so much, licking his lips as he saw how full the cat's pants were with anal mucus, more drooling into it as his butthole was stuck in an uncontrollable non-stop serious of gurgling rippling gapefarts, his tail and hips waggling as his cheeks softly clapped and wobbled, barely needing him to move to quake and jiggle. He moaned out as his hole lewdly fired frothy slimy hot fluid all over the security guard and the floor, wet bubbly anal mucus drooling and swaying down from his gaped anal walls, connecting his butthole to the fat heavy idol that just moments ago plugged it so tightly. Cat was simultaneously incredibly embarrassed and excited, himself used to barely being able to clench his hole, but he truly couldn't clamp down, his sphincter uncontrollable as it rang embarrassing fart after fart, echoing and gurgling out from his deepest depths, the shine of the rest of the artifacts not even visible from how deep the plug lodged them, the guard still having no idea of them as he smirked, "And you'll be coming with me, cutie!" He giggled, the feline blushing bright red as he leaned forward, softly grabbing and squeezing his way to the cat's belly as he drew close to him. He ground and rode his throbbing tent between his feline fuckbuddy's fat twitching balls and his big jiggling buttcheek, grasping at and squeezing at his tummy, moaning as he felt the smaller artefacts lodged in the kitty's guts, blushing bright red and grinning at his anal slut friend's perversion, "So... why don't we go back and... "file the proper paperwork" for you to bring these back to your dorm in my office... or better yet..." He leaned over the shuddering excited cat, softly nipping at his ear and chuckling, "Let's just go back to your place, bring my fat dick out, and shove it allll the way where it belongs, into the slimy wet warmth of my big loose cock-sleeve~" He purred, whispering into the feline's ear.
Unable to help himself, and desperately wanting the "plug" to be lodged back into his hole again as soon as possible, he nodded, grinding his ass down, rubbing his fat slobbery hole over the guardsman's cock, making him moan and shudder as his hole kissed and sucked fat rings of slime into his pants, blowing and gurgling hot steamy air over his dick, making him so hard a gentle tearing could be heard, his pants growing ready to break. He huffed, smirking as he drew back and hefted up the plug, knowing one place to keep it while they walked back to the cat's dorm, "Mmmh... that's my loose slack slut, let me just put something back where it belongs before we go..." He grinned as he reared it back, eyes on the cat's slimy slippery fart-spewing crater...
And there you have it! Our first post, I hope it's good, because I feel quite happy with the story and lore! Blending story and porn was always a fun one for me, so hopefully this one is just as enjoyable for you guys! x3
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Cheers~!
