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The local spa was a source of gossip. While the team boasted being "Elite" in their lines of work, most of them had a perverted habit of running their mouths about all sorts of interesting customers behind closed doors. Today was a semi-exciting time for those aware, as a certain boy with an embarrassing issue was scheduled to arrive this afternoon. He'd never visited before, but sightings of him sparked lewd conversations by staff and friend alike, and names like "That big boy", or "Blondy" were brought up.
He revealed himself as "Alphonse" over the telephone a couple of days prior.
The meek boy usually had no trouble using the loo. He merely had to relax his twitching hole for things to start crackling and sliding, even if he was fully clothed. But he hadn't been able to pass his logs for at least a couple of weeks. Combined with the fact that his appetite was already huge for a boy his size - which caused him to go at least three times a day - his poor, bloated tummy looked fit to burst with multiple 'food babies' visibly squirming inside him slowly, deforming that blobby belly, making sure it always had a different shape each time you looked at it.
He constantly felt the annoying sensation of every single one of the thousands of tiny gas bubbles crammed between the sluggish mass and his large pipes, swirling about everywhere at once. His flatulence was considered abnormal by others to begin with, now far worse and ripe thanks to his sick system. Any relief from farting or burping was quickly wiped out by the dull, aching feeling coming from his unhappy guts.
Despite this, Alphie couldn't help but eat his daily king sized portions of junk food as he got hungry. The impulsive fool could never tolerate going without precious food for long. His mind would go blank as he overstuffed himself, temporarily unaware of the effects it would have on his disgusting garbage pit of a belly. His body would rock and growl furiously after every swallow as it struggled to vent out excess hot, steaming gas from both ends and make room for more.
With his size, increasing weight, and this digestive malfunction, Alphie finally thought it was time to get rid of this heavy belly for good and slim down. He’d already tried tossing various laxatives down his wide gullet to violently solve the issue, but all that did was increase his internal pressure and rumblings tenfold.
Remembering his half-assed attempts at exercise in the past, he sought out an effort-free way to lose weight, skimming through an article about how a simple massage could help him shed the pounds, skipping the details of how it works.
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A sweating Alphie sheepishly stepped into the lobby. At the sound of some gassy groans, some of the crew paused to catch a look at him and his unusual tummy, exposing itself far out and refusing to be covered by his shirt that was already outgrown even before this sudden constipation bloat up. He got in a few desperate rubs as he booked in with the receptionists.
In a private room and wearing just nothing but a soft but short towel, Alphie found himself lying on a strange and padded new table. There was a mysterious large hole in the middle, conveniently placed under his fat behind.
“Woah, what-!“ The two massage therapists worked together to wedge their hands under his fat, heavy asscheeks and spread them apart. Alphie started to blush as his moist and stinky back door now felt chilly and exposed. It puffed and hovered over the hole in the middle of the table. So that’s what it was for…
Dozens of crazy possibilities ran through his brain as he regretfully tried to remember what he didn’t bother to read before he made the fateful phone call.
Two pairs of oily hands began to slather themselves all over his lumpy tum. “Oh… Uh!” Poor Alphie squirmed and twitched slightly each time a hard section was nudged and pressed. He lifted his head up to see them sliding about over what was apparently his lower belly, which looked more like a… doughy, lumpy hillscape constantly morphing form from the work of slippery hands. His bumps would emit gassy groans and whines as they were pushed down back into place, only for another gasball to spring up in another place in the maze of his overworked guts.
The rub down got more intense. Their hands started to slide faster over his soft skin, sometimes a hand would press and pinch too hard and disturb a section of his stuffed intestine, which felt extremely sensitive and made him shudder with a quiet ‘Eek!’ and a rumble each time. The churning of his tummy slowly got louder and the things inside him started to crawl through his system with audible crackling and shifting noises from the logs inside him scraping against his sticky intestinal walls.
“Aah… uhh!” Alphie jolted as they brushed him in another sensitive belly spot, and it let out another gassy groan. His face was worried and damp with sweat.
The therapists started purposely tracing and pressing the line of his huge digestive tract more vigorously, pushing his gasses and solid waste through his tunnels and towards the exit. Their hands were basically digesting his food for him manually at this point.
The peristalsis began to kick in his large intestine and another gaseous roar croaked inside his tunnels. Something big and airy pushed and crashed its way into his rectum and sat there… He badly needed to rip a huge fart so much. The hands pressed on his bloated orb harder, forcing the fart to ram into his sphincter and visibly push the clenched anus outward with tiny weak toots. Another horrid churn belched deep from his insides.
He grunted and whined with a scrunched face. Desperately, he tried to hold it in. But his strength dropped with each push on the belly. It was a back-and-forth struggle, but he was about to lose it... “Errgh! Ohhh, sorry…!”
He finally let loose. The therapists pressed his bowels one more time and a long, trumpeting gassy megafart burst out and screamed out of his ass before it slowly came to a dying squeak. He was bright red and sweaty with shame, yet it felt really good though… He threw his head back onto the pillow in bliss before coming back to his senses to realise his guts were still gurgling and the massage was still going.
He farted, again, and again, and his puckering logcutter grew dirtier with each one. The noxious cycle repeated for some time, and all the disgusting sounds coming out of Alphie could be heard from far outside the door. The cacophony of rasping farts and sloppy belches rang throughout the corridor and the small audience were getting freaked out by the noises, not to mention the stench as well... Some even assumed the toilets had just exploded.
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Speaking of toilets, Alphie felt like it was finally time to dash for the nearest one. It had been so long since he really needed to go and his tummy was starting to give him huge warnings that he had to go right now. All the greasy junk he’s shoved down his throat over the two weeks has just caught up to him, and the blurping and growling got worse. It felt so needy that he worried about how getting up would make his belly cramp, his hole slip, and shoot out a nasty accident all over the pristine white tiled floor.
“Oh, uhmmm…” A much messier sounding shart blurted out while he hesitated. “I’m sorry; I really... need... the toilet…!” Another loud and heavy blast fired out of his blubbery bottom. His toes wiggled and ached from the contractions inside his gigantic ass.
“No worries! Just use the hole you’ve been lying on.” One of the therapists cheered him on as the massaging continued on his undulating big belly, while the other skilfully kicked a white plastic bucket Alphies way. It spun and slid against the tiled flooring like a hockey puck on ice before stopping right under the table hole, eclipsed by a pair of huge quivering bum cheeks trying to squeeze through it.
Alphie watched in tension as the bucket slid into position below his bursting ass. It was tempting, but he wasn’t sure… He'd shat in many non-toilets in the past, the act of going into a bucket before two keen therapists seemed highly irregular, even by his standards. Before he could think any more, one of them eagerly poked a finger deep into the soft flesh of his round belly. It went in deep enough to prod and tickle at the stuffed and unstable colon inside him. The finger bulge bothering his guts from the outside tucked itself in deep beside his full, twitching colon and began to twirl and rummage as if searching for a secret lost acupressure point buried within his writhing intestines.
Smack! Red in the face, the big boy slapped the hand that was pestering his tum and glared at the lucky bastard. He inhaled, but was interrupted by a mass of violent gurgles down south! It sounded like the thousands of gas bubbles inside him were screaming to get out, and shifting and crackling noises in every section of his large intestine signalled loudly that the weeks of blockage were moving even more...
He looked down in surprise to see his rising, distended belly bubbling and trembling. The vibrations caused all the beads of sweat to start tumbling down. “Oooff…” It ached everywhere inside him, but the sensation of all that sheer solid mass loudly loosening itself after weeks of inactivity, and slowly crawling through his tunnels was also a blissful feeling. He kneaded and pinched at the soft and slippery tum, trying to copy what the therapists did to intensify his digestive ecstasy. The two helpers joined in with handling the beast, pushing farts out as they pushed and stroked.
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More pressure was applied to line of his big digestive tract. Their hands pressed deep into his right side, his midsection, and then his left. Alphies thick flesh was squeezed and toyed around with like a large foam stress toy. His bumhole wheezed and dilated, it huffed as more hot fumes vented out from it. The stench in the room got far worse as the smell of rancid shit from his hot insides filled the air.
Low crackling sounds came deep from within his gaping hole and grew louder and louder, his first shit train in a while started crawl toward the end of the tunnel, but not into the light however... Alphies thick and messy bumcheeks still curtained his opening anus, there was still a way to push before light could fully expose his shit. The sounds became a lot more clear after his turd passed the threshold of his anal ring, which widened to accommodate the growing thickness of his log as it slowly marched its way through and between his asscheeks.
In the middle of the two mountains of flesh that was his butt, it was what one would expect for an ass so large; Damp, hot, soft, somewhat slippery, and completely dark while un-spread. It was also very filthy at this point, thanks his frequent gassy outbursts and sharting ever since the two helpers started disturbing his belly. Some thick mushy stains of shit decorated his hole and the region around it too, but this was all normal for Alphie by the end of any day.
"Hnnng...!" The boy grunted while pushing, his legs now spread and propped up as he rest the soles of his feet flat on the padded table he lied on. His chubby hands moved from his belly to firmly grip the sides of the table. His cute red face scrunched up, but it was hard to tell if it was out of embarrassment from the vulnerability or just the effort from having such a huge shit.
Alphies turd got longer and longer as it struggled and squeezed past his two big hams, muddying them as it went. It was exposed now as it emerged out of his deep crack and reached its way toward the plastic bucket. The start of it had some cracks along its surface, but they quickly faded along the rest of it as it wasn't completely solid. The softer parts of the log were somewhat gritty, with patches of what looked like partially digested food, but it would've been impossible to tell what they once were due to the amount of digestion and the wide range of stuff in his diet. There was also few empty patches where Alphies gas would've sat! The shit began to stretch a little under its own heavy weight. Snap! Thud! A large portion of the shit broke off and slapped against the bottom of the bucket.
The shit crackles suddenly got a little more intense, Alphie pushed harder and the shit moved with a quick burst of strength. It shot out, and his hole - still widened - erupted a huge and loud belch forceful enough that it left a sting! "Aahh!" He jolted from the force of his blast. He felt the churning in his lower belly again, the gurgling grew louder as the peristalsis did its work. Whatever was coming was coming fast as it rammed into every wall of his large intestine before making the turn. Faint croaking sounds came from his still-open hole from all the gurgling. After a brief pause, he pushed again and an even bigger fart fired out of it like a cannon! He yelped, but couldn't be heard over the sound of his titanic colon belch echoing throughout the entire building like a gunshot, startling everybody at once!
One of the helpers stopped attending to Alphies full gut and walked over to comfort him with head strokes instead. He resumed pushing as he still felt really full. He farted and shat more and more, it all splattered into the bucket and the pile inside got higher and higher. Some of the undigested meals he had became more coherent as the greedy guts passed more solid waste. Some of it wasn't even food, but small, inedible objects such as buttons, screws, poker chips, and even a hair tie or two! The only sounds that could be heard were constant shit crackles, grunting, bowels grumbling, and the occasional struggled grunts and breaths.
Alphies logcutter pinched off another loaf before spitting out a thin coil of scat and dropping it again. His shit had been getting progressively softer as it left his system, and his belly felt better and better with each release. His bowels and belly got more and more soft as its cargo dumped out of him like an avalanche. The shitbucket was beyond full at this point... A high mountain of shit sat on the top of it like ice cream on a cone. Some of it was even starting melt off the edge. Whoever would be tasked with disposing of all that shit was either lucky, or in for a rough day...
"Uh, um... I think it's done..." He sheepishly stated as he gave his tum a gentle stroke and sat up. He looked down at it to see his belly had shrunk a noticeable amount. It was still a fat and chubby belly, sitting over his lap and covering his crotch completely, but now it looked a lot less bloated and swollen. No more shifting poo-lumps rolling about under the surface of his skin. He let out a sigh of relief and poked his fingers deep into his belly, it was completely soft and spongey, no solids to collide with against touching hands.
Suddenly, more rumbling crashed through his spacious insides. It gurgled loudly as something rushed its way through his piping. "Oohhhhh...!" Alphie felt it charging through his body and toward his exit. He leaned to his side heavily, spreading his lifted buttcheek with his hand and stretching his anus wide again. Almost his whole ass was on show as he leaned on one cheek, his hole and a large area surrounding it was absolutely caked with shit. With a final rumble, his hole burped out a final sputtering shart, spraying flecks of shit onto table he sat on. The guttural sound it made was like the belching sounds that come from drain holes after taking in a lot of water.
"Haaahhhh..." Exhausted, he flopped back down onto the table and breathed heavily. His mouth formed a small smile, he was just happy his belly felt better again.
