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Giantess Mealtime Contains: Farting, Pooping, Stuffing, and Giantess Fetishes as well as Oxford commas. Proceed with caution. ========================================================== CHAPTER 1 Sunrise peaked through the window as I laid in bed, or, more accurately, Vanessa laid in bed, and I laid on her churning giantess stomach. I had woken up to a particularly loud and bubbling roar from her lower intestine. She had farted and even unloaded some shit quite often through the night, getting rid of the remains of last nights feast that she hadn't already relieved and pumped out during her pre-bed dump, but her butt had been strangely quiet recently, only tremors from her toned stomach. She was building up to something. From my position, I could see all the way down her beautiful body, and I noticed that at some point in the night, she had pushed her panties down to around her ankles, likely to help with her bodily functions. She snored gently, smiled a little in her sleep, and started fondling her nipple through the her thin white crop top. I rolled over, sat up, and watched in fascination as it became erect and as she started soaking through her top. She made a sleepy sound that was half moan, half chuckle, and I laid back down on my stomach. She reached for the other one, but hesitated before her hand got there. From my position, I couldn't see her face over her mountainous pillows of wet breasts, but if I could, I would see her furrow her brow and frown slightly. A powerful quake passed through her that I could feel move south, and I thought I knew what was coming. She suddenly rolled over, pinning me face up against her roaring midriff. My head and shoulders rested in a tent-like area formed by her soft, round boobs propping up her upper body, allowing me to breathe. She made a slightly distressed sound, her butt cheeks quivered, and after one final, very short rumble, her butt poured out gallons of methane, sending her rear and entire lower body jiggling and vibrating. She jutted her butt upon the air, thrusting me between her boobs as she continued to pollute the air with her butt blast. As it tapered off, she mumbled sleepily, "All right, I'm up, I'm up. Happy?" She opened her eyes blearily, and sat up on her ankles. I was stuck to her front, and she didn't seem to notice me at first. She looked around and said, "Whew, I sure made a mess, and that wake up call was a monster too." A sudden look of puzzlement crossed her face, and she muttered, "Now where's..." She groped at her stomach, instead finding the lower half of my body. "Oh there you are! Get out here and check out what I just did." She pulled her breasts apart and I gently fell our onto the plush bedding. I stood up, faced her, and the smell hit me. I stumbled over and pushed against her waist for support. "Pretty good isn't it, or should I say, pretty bad? I wish we had recorded it, the morning thunder is always the best." She and I had always found her signature smell as nauseating and dizzying, but in a good way. If that makes sense. Just then, a warm, mushy goo struck my left shoulder and back from above. I reached back, grabbed a handful, and found it to be brown, odorous dung. We looked up, and saw that it was not only the once white blanket and sheets that were covered in brown stains, but the ceiling and walls as well. Looks of shock and admiration made their way across my face, while Nessa's was more along the lines of satisfaction and triumph. "Sweet!" She exclaimed. She swung around and grabbed a lavish, dirty cheek, breasts swaying with the movement. "Did you do that? Awesome job! But we need to get you cleaned up for breakfast." She turned back to me, and asked seductively, "Would you do the honors?" "I would always be happy to." I responded. "That's why I love you." Nessa said. I reached off the bed into the night stand on my side of the bed. Her side had a much larger one to accommodate her enormous frame. I grabbed a tube of those sanitary wipes, and Nessa stretched out, laying face down on the bed. Nessa is part giantess, part mini-giantess, so she can changer her size at will. Her current size at about four times my height was her alpha form. It was her smallest and what most of the estate was built around. The exceptions being this warehouse sized bedroom, and an enormous bathroom meant to accommodate both forms. Her omega, or oMEGA as Nessa called it, was another thing all together. A normal human would come up to her ankle. Her butt and breasts really were mountains mountain sized in this form, and the estate was simply not equipped to handle a dump in this form. This omega form was what she was now turning into. The bed creaked, but held. "Dig in, and believe me, you'll have to do a lot of digging." I climbed up her upturned back thighs, grabbed a wipe, and readied myself when she interrupted saying "Oh no wait, not yet." She plucked me up, kicked her panties that hung around her ankles off, sat up on her knees, and spread her feet apart. "What's goin-" I asked, and She set me down in front of her and laced her hands behind her head. Even from the front, I could see the widening effect the incoming log had on her tremendous derrière. Though I couldn't see her scrunched up face over her mountain range of boobs, but I could see her stomach muscles tense up, and hear the soft impact of her log on the sheets. With one last push, it fell backwards with a fwump and splat. "Here we go." She said, getting from her kneeling position onto her hands and knees. Her swinging boobs knocked me over. She saw this, giggled, and shifted to rest her boobs across my lower body, pining me down with a smirk. It didn't take long for her smirk to turn into a frown of concentration as she turned her head glanced out of the corner of her eye at her whopper butt pointed right towards the door. Brown muck arced toward the opposing wall and doorframe just as it rocked open. Ms. Lei, the Live In Head Chef and Financial Advisor at our estates stood in the doorframe eyes on her clipboard and shouted "Breakfast in 15!" The poor woman never even saw it coming. Her black and red suit piece and dress became entirely covered in her employers brown waste. Ms. Lei was a fifteen foot tall Amazon from a small independent island in the north west of the Pacific, who had been hired because of her talent, but also because of her similar views on Nessa's "habits" as I and Nessa herself had, but this must have been too much for her. Nessa angled her flow away, as she and I cringed waiting for her response. Surely it would be of anger and shock, but the only shock came from Nessa and I, as Ms. Lei calmly chuckled and said, "I hope we're not feeding you TOO much." As she scraped off her oval glasses and unbelievable curves, and walked down the hall she came, dripping. Nessa sat up in her knees and watched her go. Her flow had tapered off, and finished with a rumbling fart that shook some clumps from her crack. "We need to start paying her more." She said. "I don't think she stays here for the pay." I responded. "But like she said, 'Breakfast in 15,' better get you cleaned up."
CHAPTER 2 "Oh, don't pretend like you're not filthy too." She said. "We'll definitely need a bath together, but first, why don't we pick up where we left off." She laid down once again on her stomach, resting on her elbows. She flexed her butt and said, "If you love me, get in there." "Was that ever in question?" I asked, as she lifted me into position, standing on her meaty upper back thighs,staring into her butt crack, or, more accurately, butt chasm. I reached in, wipe in hand, and scooped out a handful of giantess waste. I threw the brown, used wipe off the bed, grabbed another, and went a little deeper, pulling out a bigger pile of slop. After that five or six rounds, I pushed up the sleeve on my t-shirt and climbed the hills of booty in front of me. I laid face down next to her crack, and stuck my whole arm in. "That's as far as I can reach." I said. "Then take your clothes off." "What?" "Take your clothes off. You're going in." "Of course, right away!" I practically tore off my clothes in my haste. "Out of fairness, I better too." Nessa said and pulled her crop top over her head, revealing her naked breasts to the world. "We're going to the baths anyway." She picked me up, laid me on top of her crack, and used a single finger to push me in. The one arm length I reached in was nothing compared to the total depth I was shoved in. I could feel her massive, warm, slimy cheeks slide up and down against each other and me as she got out of bed, exited our bedroom, and walked down the hall to the bathroom. I quickly discovered I was sliding downward, due to gravity, and I heard Nessa's muffled voice, as if she were trying to tell me something. She suddenly stopped, and I could feel something change. A giant finger suddenly appeared below me, and shoved me back upwards. More muffled words, and the trip continued. It felt nice, the warmth, the rhythmical movements, the power radiating from deeper inside. Up Down, up down, up down, until Nessa found her way to the tub. I felt giant fingers pinch around my rib cage, and suddenly I was being pulled outward. The sudden light was unpleasant, and took some getting used to. As soon as I adjusted, I noticed I was only inches, relatively, away from her power sprayer of a butt, a brown streak where I was pulled out. I felt her hand get smaller, as she transitioned from holding me between her finger and thumb, to her whole hand wrapped around my torso as she shrunk back down to her alpha form to fit through the door to the bathroom. The bathroom was ten to fifteen times too big for a normal sized person like myself or any of the staff to use. The in ground Olympic swimming pool of a tub, normal pool of a sink, and the toilet was much wider and deeper than a normal sized toilet, even taking the overall enormous proportions into consideration. While the rest of the building was more mediumed out, too big for me and the staff, a bit too small for Nessa, this room was all hers. I heard a brief rumble, and watched her butt muscles relax and vibrate against each other as she farted with enough force to blow me away if I weren't being held on to. She pulled me around in front of her face, smiled at me, and took a whiff. "Whew, you smell awful." "I smell like your butt." I responded. "You and my butt both smell awful. You both need to be cleaned." She set me down on the rim of an enormous tub. She turned the water on very low, and held me under the spigot. It cast a shadow completely engulfing me, and the gentle trickle to her, poured over me, washing away any gunk. "You're the easy one to clean, and now that you are, why not put on that floatation suit and take a bath with me?" Nessa turned on the water and plugged the drain. She was referring to a floatation enhancing wetsuit custom designed for bathing Nessa. It helped with buoyancy, water and fecal matter rolled right off it, and in worse case scenario, came with ten minutes worth of oxygen filter tucked in the right sleeve. We had two in stock, one black and blue one for me, and one fifteen foot black and red one used by Ms. Lei. She had had it made during a brief stay of mine in intensive care a while back (a story for another time) when I was unable to see to Nessa's needs. Though it has gone unused since, Ms. Lei has never gotten rid of it, almost like a reminder that she would take up the job again any time, you know, if you interpreted it that way. Maybe she just forgot about it or doesn't care enough to do anything with it. Anyway, I slipped into my black and blue suit and grabbed a pool net on an extendable stick, usually employed to catch bugs out of pools, that had been repurposed to be a sponge with built in soap. I called it, The Shitstick. It had a strap attached to it so I could sling it over my shoulder. I was prepared for duty and noticed As she sat in the tub, leaning against the wall with her arms resting along the edges, she smirked, then melted into a relaxed smile as she added some "water" of her own. "You'll never get clean like that." I said. "Oh, come on. Everyone pees in the pool. No one cares. And I know you like it." The water had climbed halfway up her outstretched thighs. "Come on in, I warmed it up for you." She grabbed me and set me down in front of her. I made my way over closer to her, only to be pushed away when she lifted a cheek and let a violent bubbler shake the surface of the water. "If you want to get to the prize, you have to work for it." She said and stood up, turned around, and sat back down with an incredible splash, so she was now facing away from me, butt pointed toward me, surely primed and ready for blasting. She wasn't being difficult because she wanted her crack to be covered in mud, in fact, getting someone else to clean her butt was one of her biggest turn-ons. She just wanted to tease me, to make it last. The water continued to climb, the yellow tint slowly diluting, and I got raised upwards, barely even having to tread in the life-preserving wetsuit. I started swimming towards her butt. Nessa would have to get cleaned out. She wasn't once, and that led to problems for everyone, and no one wanted a repeat of that. I was beginning to get close, and knew she was going to fart. Sure enough, bubbles began to explode out of the water, sending me swirling away, only to get hair by another, which sent me to another, but in the right direction this time. I saw another bubble rising, and I thrashed around Torrey to get to a position where it would propel me towards her rear end. Luckily for me, it worked. I slapped her wall of a behind and she said "All right, you win. Your prize: My filthy rear end. I hope you're ready." She picked me up, got on her hands and knees, butt jutting into the air, cheeks spread, and set me down on her lower back. I unslung The Shitstick, extended it, and gently started with up and down motions. "Mmmm, this feels so great. I love it, and I love my butt. I put a pounding on it, but it's still sensitive, and you help me treat it as such. Oh, oh yeah, right there. And on the other one." White suds started to replace brown streaks as Nessa became more and more entranced by the stick up her butt. "Harder, harder" and I was happy to oblige. "Yes, Ohhh yeahh..." She said, her eyes closed and the corners of her mouth curled up in a pleasured grin. "You're all clear!" I shouted as I repeatedly dunked the Shitstick in the rising water to wash out the suds. Nessa suddenly got up on her knees from her doggy style position, sending me tumbling down the curve of her buttocks, splashing into the water below. I surfaced, to be greeted with "Already? That was hardly any fun. You owe me." From a less than ecstatic Nessa looking over her shoulder at my bobbing body. "Oh, I had an idea!" She said, a lightbulb figuratively appearing above her head. She reached behind her and grabbed a full soapy cheek in each hand. She rubbed them together for a moment or two, and let them go. She relaxed a little, looked over her shoulder, smiled with a confident gleam, and farted loud and long. Her thundering butt cheeks slapped against each other, and dozens of bubbles poured out of her caboose. The usual smell of digested foods was supplemented with the smell of "Springtime Flowers" according to the bottle. "Haha! Now there are some bubbles you don't want to pop." Nessa said and dipped her soapy rear end into the water, and started to get rid of the soap by shaking her butt into and out of the water, in a matter that would be very seductive, if not for the crashing waves it caused, sending me bobbing up and down in the churning water. She wrapped up her bath by getting back down on all fours, and back herself up against the wall, trapping me in a confined space between the wall of the tub and her pillar like legs as water running from the spigot rushed between her cheeks, rinsing out the suds and flecks of waste. A lengthy fart sent water splattering all over as she held her crack in the torrent of running water. "Perfect, is there any better feeling than that of water flow through a clean butt?" Nessa asked. "You asked the same thing about free flowing breasts, farting, a full belly, and all of your large dumps throughout the day." I responded. "I love my body and all of its functions, so what? I know you do." "Touché" I said, and was soon answered with an enormous grumble as Nessa's stomach made its discomfort known. "Was that from gassiness or hunger?" I asked as Nessa got into a kneeling position, beads of water dripping down her thick curves, and draped a hand across her midriff. "Oh, you know me, always both. Speaking of which,when's breakfast? After opening up all that room with my tremors," she said and laid a short three second 'tremor,' "I need to put down some serious food." "Ask and you shall receive." Said Ms. Lei in fresh clothes entering the room with an entourage of five automated rollers carrying mountains of food. Her sense of timing was always impeccable. She smiled triumphantly, she and her staff of a few dozen cooks must have done a particularly good job today. Not that they usually didn't. A disappointed look flashed behind Nessa's eyes, and she asked, "Is that all?" Ms. Lei, prepared for this, calmly said, "Not even close. I'm experimenting with courses, instead of the usual of delivering everything to you all at once. This is just an "appetizer," if you will, there is several times more where this came from." She was cool, calm, and confident reporting this to her employer with a bit more than a pinch of pride. "Wow, thanks! You're amazing Ms. Lei! I love you!" Nessa said. The confidence and pride vanished from Ms. Lei's face replaced with confusion, and a slowly rising smile and blush. "You... L-" and she seemed flustered, but then snapped to. "You lot better be working top speed on the next course!" She barked into her walkee-talkee and began to quickly walk away. Two voiced crackled back, one male and one female, not quite in unison. "Yes Mistress." " 'Mistress?' " I asked. "I've been practicing with those two interns." She replied hurriedly, offhandedly, without looking back. " 'Practicing?...' " I wondered, but Nessa was focused entirely on the five piles of food goods that the computerized carts were bringing. I climbed a ladder out of the Olympic pool tub, now draining and almost empty, to find another ladder piled up with one of the mountains of food. I took it down and set it up next to the pool tub. I climbed to the top and it brought me right on level with Nessa's face as she sat up on her knees in the pool. The carts rolled up in line, next to the ladder, right in front of Nessa. "Bon appetite" I said. And she began to dig in.
CHAPTER 3 She slowly reached for her first victim, choosing an enormous steak, slowly lowered it into her mouth, chewed once, and a change occurred. Her pupils shrunk, and she entered what could only be described as a berserker rage. Full sized hams, thanksgiving turkeys, whole rolls of bread, yards of sausage links, enormous wheels of cheese, all disappeared into her enormous mouth, and fell whole into her awaiting stomach. She put away tons of food, and the next cart rolled up to replace the emptied one in front of it. She downed this one even faster than the first, but her belly never bulged. It remained it's tight, toned self. By the time the third cart rolled up, Nessa was just shoveling piled of assorted food down her throat. She squeaked and grunted with pleasure, as squeaks and grunts also burst from her wobbling butt. The occasional Morsel of food fell and plopped open between her hefty, breasts, wobbling with movement. Carts four and five presented little challenge, each going faster than the one before. It took only a few gulps to put away the final fifth of the "appetizer." After it was gone, she continued to reach into the air where the next cart would be, until she realized there was no more, and her berserker trance soon collapsed inward and she looked quite upset at this. The automated carts began to wheel away at high speeds, with a regular shrill beep to alert any staff who may be in the hall of their presence. One, two, three, four they wheeled out of the room. Wait, four? "Where's the last one?" I asked. I looked down into the pool to make sure it hadn't been knocked in, when I heard a muffled beeping emanating from Nessa's torso. We both heard it at the same time. I looked at her, and she grinned sheepishly. "I guess I got a little carried away." Nessa explained. She gripped her stomach, and shouted to the cart inside her, "Don't worry little guy, at the rate I poop, you'll be out in no time." Almost on cue, Nessa belched from behind, sending her butt cheeks vibrating and her breasts swaying. "I'm still starving." She said. A crackle sounded over the PA system, and the slightly staticky voice of Ms. Lei announced "Your second course will be arriving momentarily. During your brief wait, try holding yourself over with the food hiding between your breasts." Then, in a more muffled voice, as if she had turned away from the microphone, she ordered "Now you two get back to work, I'll alert you when I need to use-" and it cut off. Nessa glanced between her now greasy boobs, covered with flecks of food, and smiled as she picked out a fried turkey breast, tiny in her giant hands. "Are there cameras in here?" I asked, wondering how Ms. Lei knew about the turkey. "No, I guess she just knows me that well." Nessa said, beginning to scrape the other scraps of food off her shelf of boob flesh. "Oh, I'm sorry." She said, pausing. "Want any?" She moved her gravity-defyingly perky boobs onto my level, and moved them within an inch of my face. The biggest "crumbs," easily as big as my hand, started to slide as her breasts swayed back and forth. Suddenly, the familiar shrill beep of the food carts could be heard growing louder, and Nessa jerked back into her waiting position and said, "Never mind, time to feed me again." Between 15 and 20 carts rolled through the door, piled up with even more fare than before. On the final transport, in rolled the enchanting, fifteen foot figure of Ms. Lei, sitting on an unbelievably sized stack of pancakes with a tiny ovular remote in her hand. "Second course, coming up!" She shouted as she hopped off the stack onto the ground, and started walking over, wide hips and heavy breasts swaying. "How many courses are there?" Nessa asked, eyes locked onto the meal, pupils just a little too big. "Don't worry, there'll be quite a few." Ms. Lei answered. Nessa's still flat stomach showed it's appreciation by rumbling audibly. Countless gallons of air passed from Nessa's quivering cheeks for an unbelievably long time, and her soft, round buttocks wobbled back and forth. The three of us watched as Nessa fanned the air around her still wobbling butt. "Nice! That was the longest one today!" Ms. Lei inhaled deeply through her nose, and loudly said, "Let's get you filled up." She said, tearing her eyes away. She pressed a button on the oval remote and the carts carrying enough food to feed a small village for a month lined up in front of Nessa. "Great, because I've still got plenty of room." Nessa said, and placed a hand on her amazingly still flat stomach. "Then why wait?" I asked, "Dig in!" "I couldn't have put it better myself." Ms. Lei said, and frisbee-tossed a four foot blueberry pancake towards Nessa and I. She caught it between her teeth, then swallowed. "Dear lord that was divine." Nessa said, as her face relaxed with pleasure, and she clutched her breasts, soft flesh overflowing out of her hands. "I need more." Her stomach loudly agreed with her. The carts happily obliged Nessa as they rolled up to her position. She started off slow, savor in every bite, closing her eyes in pleasure from every enormous mouthful. She would often make sounds of enjoyment from her mouth, and increasingly from her rear end, to everyone's delight. As time went on, she became less and less able to control her appetite, and started tasting the dishes less and less as it became more important to just fill the void inside her. Ms. Lei quietly radioed for more, and the emptied carts rushed back to the kitchens for more. If any of us were counting, we'd notice that their numbers were slowly disappearing without a trace. The gaseous explosions from Nessa's back door grew in frequency and intensity, shaking the whole room. Right after swallowing an enormous fruit, one of her rectal tremors sprayed the area behind her with soup can sized drops of manure. Her farts got wetter and wetter, with more waste being splattered every time as she single-mindedly devoured anything she could get her hands on. As she finished off an enormous gyro, the first hint of a log emerged from Nessa's rear. Her abdominal muscles tightened up, and she made a pained whine as she took a break from shoving food down her throat to fully concentrate on pushing out this unbelievable mass of shit. It grew longer than twice what I was tall, kept coming, broke under its own weight, and just kept coming. Nessa placed her giant hands on her even more giant breasts, and began fondling her nipples. Whatever helps, right? Finally, it ended with an extra push, only to be followed by a spray of less solid excrement, but Nessa had already resumed devouring her breakfast. Nessa's guttural vocalizations of pleasure as she ate merged with the digestion and defecation sounds of her bowels in a brilliant symphony of the female body. Giant female notwithstanding. The food supplies began to dwindle as food flowed into her and out of her in equal measure. Piles of firm and soft dung built up behind Nessa, and she moved into higher planes of ecstasy as her round, firm, callipygian ass continually added more. She shat like a soft serve machine until her flow of shit suddenly, surprisingly, cut off. "Oh." She groaned, swallowing. Nessa looked over her shoulder at her jutting, filthy rear end and the mountains it excreted, shook her ass back and forth a little, then looked me dead in the eyes and said weakly, "I'm clogged."
CHAPTER 4 The sound a building makes before it falls down filled the room as Nessa's overstuffed stomach had nothing to do with everything inside. Her butt cheeks quivered as she arched her back, putting her hands on her knees, pushing out her breasts with drops of milk spilling from them as she groaned in pain. With a slow, shaky hand Nessa grabbed an enormous pastry and shoved it down her throat. She swallowed with far less enjoyment than previously, then grabbed more. "Wait!" I said. "Aren't you just making it worse?" "Hold on," replied Ms. Lei, "she might be on to something. If we fill her up, we can force whatever is clogging her out!" "Please, anything..." Nessa groaned, which blended with the groaning of her bowels. "Feed me..." She opened her mouth and closed her eyes, awaiting food. I called over a cart and grabbed the first thing I could get my hands on, an unrealistically large croissant, and placed it in Nessa's waiting maw. I barely got my hand away before her mouth closed and she swallowed the croissant whole, and then readied for more. I stuffed a kebab of unusual size into Nessa's mouth and pulled out the skewer as she closed her lips around it. She swallowed caressed the small bulge in her stomach. Ms. Lei began removing her top while I was feeding Nessa. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Oh, just speeding things up." she answered as Nessa blindly consumed whatever I put in her mouth. After giving her a giant crown of broccoli, Ms. Lei climbed into the pool in nothing but her bra and panties. She positioned herself behind Nessa's voluptuous, jutting, obstinate derrière, and started massaging the pillowy surface. The stimulus had an immediate effect. Nessa moaned in pleasure before taking more food into her mouth. An ominous bubbling sound emanated from Nessa's bowels. "More... I need to keep eating..." She begged. Milk was pooling where Nessa knelt as I fed her more and more. Nessa's eyebrows knit and her mouth formed an "O" as her bowels gave a final warning. "It's coming." She gasped, and stood up, leaving Ms. Lei far below her, and she bent at the hips, forming a 90 degree angle with her body. From my position on the ladder I could see down her back to her prominent ass. "Oh," she whispered and a lump of melted metal, the remains of the missing carts, exploded out of her ass covered in shit. It buried itself in the far wall as Nessa slowly stood up and ripped a short but ground-shaking fart that was quickly cut off by an impossibly long and thick log of fresh shit. Nessa cried out in the most sensuous, erotic blend of pleasure and pain any of us had ever heard as the piles of poop arcing across the room got softer, and streams of milk sprayed from her breasts that wobbled with every push. She squatted back down, continuing to pump out tons of waste, and said to Ms. Lei and I, "Keep going, I've never been so turned on." As if to prove it, a had disappeared between her legs as Ms. Lei and I resumed servicing her. An enormous explosion of anal waste was pushed out of Nessa's butt with every bit of foodstuffs that I fed to her. Ms. Lei, covered in gargantuan flecks of her employer's excrement, continued caressing Nessa's rear and inhaled deeply after the farts that frequently interrupted Nessa's otherwise constant flow of poop. Nessa began to moan in pleasure more and more frequently and sensually as she worked her hand faster and longer and fatter logs unwound themselves from Nessa's wobbling butt. She gasped for breath between every desperate bite as milk flowed from her breasts. From my position, I was unable to see Ms. Lei sensually licking a clean area of Nessa's butt cheek, and because of this, I would never be able to tell if that spot was just naturally clean, or if Ms. Lei had licked away the splattered shit. The food supply finally depleted at the same time Nessa reached her climax. She stood up, and bending at the waist, pointed her powerful ass upward, and an arc of poop soared across the room, splattering the far, far wall as Nessa cried out in orgasmic relief. Her beautiful face was the picture of ecstasy. A full orchestra was playing "Ode to Joy" while an audience of a million Nessas did the wave. Metric tons of shit was pumped out of Nessa's ass, filling the room with alarming speed. She continued to relentlessly push out towering amounts of shit as she came to. Snakes coiled behind her as she said to me and Ms. Lei "You two have given me an amazing breakfast, now I'll-" The enormous breast in from of me was too large to fit in my mouth, Ms. Lei, the Amazon, could just barely get her lips around Nessa's nipple. Realizing my limitations, I proceeded to lap up the breast milk actively spilling out. Nessa sighed in pleasure as her dump was interrupted by a body-jiggling fart before resuming relieving her bowels, a process that we all hoped would never end. |
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