The feline felt sweat run down his bottom, the stage-lighting typical to studio film-photography was always so warm. Bright bulbs beating down on his wide well-rounded figure, casting the gorgeous form in a stunning cascading light that brought out every glistening speck of liquid coating his oil drenched buttocks. He'd been laid there for a while, waiting for the ing staff to finish all their technical work in preparation for the shoot. Sure, the lighting was up and the cameras were loaded, but all the metering and adjustments had to be absolutely perfect, especially considering the more... unique challenges of what they were capturing that day. The feline didn't mind, the warmth of the room made him feel as though he was sunbathing, and there was a consistent and pleasant fullness he felt in his bowels from the more personal preparations he and a few handlers had done earlier, the weight mushing down and spreading out his insides in all the right places. Purrs rumbled throughout his body, vibrations emanating through his entire being as he retained the absurdly oversized oranges, large enough that he himself was a bit shocked and taken aback when he first laid sight on their form... and even moreso when he felt their enormous mass slide in to rest in their new warm squishy smelly home for the duration of the shoot and its prep. Supposedly the photographer had scoured local orchards for a week or two to find the perfect specimens, unbeatable in shape and size, which the kitty hadn't doubted. By weight alone the fruits were absolutely magnificent, and if his battered mushy farthole had anything to say about it they'd been absolutely worth the search.

His big overused ring softly stung, flexing and puckering in wet worn smacks as the kitty lazily held his legs up, spreading before the staff. Occasionally the kitty would giggle to hisself, his eyes catching an intern gasping and finding themselves hypnotized by the massive wrinkled form of his busted assring, only to be pulled out from their stupor by another staffer and made to rush to whatever their business had been, cheeks glowing from embarrassment. His butthole practically commanded attention, chewing in fat lazy pulsating clenches at the frothy densely humid air surrounding and radiating from it. Every fluttering puckered inch of the absurd shape seemed to be in motion, contracting and loosely bowing into a deep bulged shape, almost appearing like a long lazy deflated inner-tube mushed between the cat's oversized wobbly backside. It was loose even when resting, sagging partway out from his asscrack and constantly making itself known with fat gross foggy belches, his crapper better comparable to a sloppy tunnel than a butthole. The whole of the mass continued to flex, sloppy squelches filling the air as he laid back, softly sighing as every warm clench brought with it the feeling of his bowels massaging the oranges within them, his insides well loosened and used to the dense heavy orbs by then. He could feel how his intestines sagged by how high the round objects within him would lift every time he clamped up, tensing until the sheer size of everything filling him out forced his guts to relax, the sensation making him shiver with pleasure, his cock soft from how much stretching was happening below, yet still excited all the same. Gently he licked his chops, glancing around at the curious eyes glancing over at him, occasionally catching their stare and returning with a wink of the eye or a fat throbbing pulse from his lousy excuse for a butthole.

Before long the preparations had been complete and finally the ment's director had found his way into room, the man quite pleased with the sight set before the camera. He inspected the set, from lighting to angles, finding satisfaction in everything, especially the gorgeous and delicious sight of the feline before him. His body itself a sublime expression of pure sexual lust, squishing in all the right places, wobbly jiggles rolling over the feline's fatty bits as he straightened up, arching his back slightly and tightening his grip on his legs. A shiver went through near everybody in the room as his butthole gave a hearty wet slobbery fart, gurgling in a series of blocked up yet nonetheless guttural wet belches as his bowels themselves seemed ready to eject the heaving oranges within. By then he had to have been retaining and steaming those massive fruits in his warm nasty bowels for hours, his rectal age so loose the feline could feel his usually taut ribbed intestinal walls draping around the orbs, sloppily flexing and fluttering around them. With every frothy pulse the feline could feel hot air rushing out his beat loose sauna-like tract's entrance, spewing into the air around his big jiggly bubble-butt in warm slimy visible jets. Unable to stop the steamy eruptions from his domed out mushy bulging fudgehole the kitty simply stuck his tongue out, purring noisily as he diverted his attention to the camera, the director having long since gripped at the tethering caple, his hand trembling a little while he gazed over the gorgeously well worn out cat, his body like that of a fertility goddess. The two hardly had to communicate what they needed of each other, the kitty a perfect fit for his role, and for his part the director knowing exactly what angles to get, which shots would most exemplify the curvaceous and juicy deliciously fat figure of the buttslut. His thumb moved decisively, a click resonating through the air followed by the mechanical movement of the shutter, exposing the film before being closed once more, a whirr rising as the automatic winder advanced to the next shot.

The catboy didn't need to be told what to do next, and his bowels certainly didn't need much encouragement themselves, a noisy wet hard fart rippling through the air. His worn buttcunt slid open, the heaving oranges behind mushing the first orb onward, forcing the cat's hole to give a peek at its contents, just as juicy and oversized as the feline's surrounding gorgeously overweight ass. The kitty's eyes crossed, his tongue drooping further out from his maw, moans filling the air while his hole farted with reckless abandon, embarrassment and shame completely absent in the feline's mind. To him every roaring sloppy wet belch from his battered torn up shitter was a delicious ission of just how much of a whore the model was. Some of the interns were shocked at the sight of the enormous orange sliding outward, gasping as the shimmering orb slowly slid into view, another noisy mechanical snap sounding out from the camera followed by a whirr, the kitty struggling to keep the rest of the citrons from mushing the enormous fruit out from his pooper, juicily flexing and relaxing his terribly loud mouthed asspussy. Every pulsating tense of what was left of his well-loved rear's muscular strength caused the jets of steamy frothy air gurgling from his volcano-cunt to have to push their way past the meaty surface of his asshole, resulting in his farts taking on a wetter flabbier tone. The cat whined needily, his fattened thighs wobbling as he shivered while he focused, growing still when he recognized the camera to be readied again, once more relaxing his huge log dumper. To the excited shock of the workers the orange was even larger than they'd expected, nearly its entire surface exposed as the feline let the force of everything within him and the natural autonomic movements of his sphincter and rectum flare out his loose flabby asshole around the object, his gurgling steamy gassy bursts ever-constant, spreading the humid musky scent of his sloppy poop chopping shitpipe throughout the room and drawing a moan from the kitty's lips. His teeth grit softly as he bit his lip, trying to hold still for the camera. He could feel juicy wet ropes of mucus frothily bubbling and spewing up from where his anus wrapped itself around the bumpy lightly textured surface of the enormous fruit, dropping onto his already wet ass and the floor before him.

The snap of the camera came before long, allowing the model relief as he was finally allowed to let his crapper do what it was known for, his ring lazily ejecting the mass from his rectum with a long nasty trumpeting roar. The fruit launched from his shitter with absolute ease, landing with a wet thud before rolling a small bit in front of his massive ass, his steamy sleeve of a butt tunnel juicily flexing, unable to completely close as the kitty found himself shivering with pleasure, staring down at the orange and watching steam rise from its bowel-warmed surface. So long sitting in his dutch-oven of a blowhole left the orange radiantly hot and coated in a thick film of mucus, slowly dripping off itself and onto the ground. His farts ripped from his ass harder than ever, hollow yet noisy, the loose bulging ring of his asshole flapping from the sheer pressure of the wind spewing out his asscunt as his bowels turned his turdring into a makeshift foghorn. The kitty couldn't believe how easily he'd pooped the orb free, surprising even himself with just how loose his ass was, realizing he might want to consider doing kegels more often if he'd even wanted a hope of having an at least vaguely functional butthole. This rush of perverted thoughts at the worn state of his cunt was quickly pushed aside as he heard the shutter operate again, his attention drawn to the next orange resting a bit deeper into his bowels, held wide open by the size of the oranges still inside his body, his rectal walls loosely pulsating in warm slimy tensing clenches around the fat fruit within. He purred, licking his chops as he drew his eyes back up to the camera, huffing as he gave a wink, poking his tongue out as he let out a soft grunt, bearing down for just a second, the heaving citron weighing his guts down suddenly riding forward, nearly launched right out his bowels if it weren't for a quick rough partial clench, the feline having a good enough control of his crapper to avoid accidentally shitting the enormous shape free.

Gentle breaths rolled out from his maw as he panted, those cute perky tits of his sagging over his softly padded middle, tummy heaving slightly, waiting for that barely noisy queue of the camera's operation actuating, that signal to let more out, to further amaze the staff with what his blown out butthole was capable of, as well as whoever might eventually see the photo shoot going forward. He was so proud of his slutty ass, taking delight in the needful blushing stares of the workers and the interns surrounding the set, how their eyes devoured every glistening shivering inch of his body, no doubt themselves wondering how long he'd been keistering those enormous oranges in his saggy guts for, wishing he could tease them further, that he could let them explore his depths... "Maybe later..." the feline thought needfully to himself, licking his chops before hearing another click. As if by command his shitter shuddered open, catching the kitty by surprise, his mouth drawing open into a moan, needing to wetly flutter his noisy loud shitdropper around the huge orb that had nearly freed itself in an instant. His stomach gurgled, pressure rising in his frothy wet intestines, the result of so much air rushing in while he was gaped a moment ago, that flow of bowel-tainted shitpipe stench blocked up by the enormous shape that he found himself loosely tensing around, making soft cramps arise in his belly. He'd been long used to the feeling, having lost plenty of toys in his battered colon before, always necessitating a blocked up wait for his intestines to do what they did best and shit up the heaving objects he'd usually recklessly fuck into himself, always resulting in further looseness. The kitty buttslut's depths ever easier penetrated as he grew deeper into his modelling career along with his personal exploration of his unstoppable constant urge to pack and ruin his shithole, to see just how beat up and permanently ruined a hole could get. Excited thoughts raced through his mind as the next shot was prepared, the kitty so lost in the delicious sensations of the heavy orbs in his guts and fantasizing and reminiscing on everything that had ed up his battered sewage outpipe that he nearly missed the whirring of the camera following the last shot, the feline straightening up a little further under the expectant and excited gaze of everyone around him.

He had to push a little more than on the first orange, feeling the mass of the last orange repeatedly bulge out against the second orange before sliding and rolling back deeper. His assring flared outward, the meaty surface of his bowels visible around the fruit for a second as it strained to tug back around the enormous orb, wetly fluttering, the feeling nearly causing the kitty to suck the slime-coated radiantly warm "toy" back into his guts, only stopped by a well placed hard shove of his guts, bearing down rhythmically in order to avoid overextending the pushing of his rectal muscles, softly milking the enormous shape further out his floppy saggy distended mucus-flooded cavern entrance. He quivered and whined noisily, finally gasping out in a long soft moan as his butthole gurgled open again, farting the heavy ball onto the first orange he'd shat up, the two rolling a bit further from his ass as it showed just how deep everything had been packed, a shocked gasp rolling from the crowd around the photography set. Just as earlier that ruined loose maw of a shitter gave loud-mouthed proclamations of its looseness, firing quivering frothy gross gurgling blasts of mucus into the open air around the kitty's smelly ass, but this time his guts really hung open, a deep barely curved tunnel showing itself; the saggy battered remains of his poor yet deliciously abused rectum. Even better was what sat at the end of that tunnel, peeking from the threshold of his sigmoid colon was the massive shape of the last orange, constantly jostled as his sagging intestines pulsated and flexed, weakly trying to bring themselves to a taut state again, the weight of the fruit bringing them right back down, the feeling nothing but pleasing to the kitty who simply presented his big frothy hole, moaning as he roughly putzed and sputtered into the air, his shithole working double duty to humidify the air around his ass. Acting quickly, recognizing the feline was quickly losing proper control of his bowels, the director snapped another photo, the thankful feline groaning as he bore down, feeling little movement from the huge orange lodged in his guts.

The interns and workers around him blushed, wondering if they'd need to go forearm-deep in the slut's shit dropper to free up the fruit, the thing budging out and bulging the cat's loose inner sphincter, or rather its remnants, but it all seemed to no avail, nothing but roaring wet sloppy hollow gurgles frothily bubbling from the cat's turd-shooting fumigation pipe. The kitty's greasy hole flexed and pulsated, never quite closing, but occasionally grossly sucking at the air around it, shuddering and doming out, curling into a bassy ruined flare, every push growing harder and harder. The kitty pushed and whimpered, moaning out, everyone beginning to think he'd overextended himself, but none were quite familiar with his work evidently, none besides the director of course. Before anybody could step forward to offer assistance, or begin reaching for a glove or to roll up their sleeves, the kitty's shitpipe roared a commanding noisy blast, the rippling fart distending his shithole out and drawing everyone's eyes as the enormous mass of the orange slid forward, a gasping cry of delicious hot pleasure grunting out from the kitty's grit teeth as he went cross eyed, panting and huffing with every hard push of his worn overextended rectal muscles. His bowels felt so raw, the kitty could feel a stinging heat rushing through his sphincter and the hollowed out tunnel that was his rectum, but he'd done it, dislodging the enormous fruit and bringing it finally to rest in the view of everybody surrounding him, his mind too lost in a sea of pleasure as his butthole and his guts fluttered and massaged the giant emerging orange to think deeply on what everybody must have felt, the click of the camera taking another shot driving him to push harder, gasping into an open-maw and moaning, his eyes shooting down to watch his butthole. Even from above he could see his turdring distending out from between his cheeks, a massive juicy slobber-slicked dome emerging, spreading his usually wrinkle-coated asshole and surrounding skin taut and smooth. The feeling made him groan in deep pleasure, shuddering in shock as he realized this time he couldn't hold it in place, whimpering out, the director quick with another shot, lucky to catch the orange peeking out as all of a sudden and without warning the kitty's blasted bitchpipe roared open, farting the excessively hot slime coated orange into the open air. His turdhole wetly burped, noisy hot roars making the sagging meaty flesh of his battered intestines ripple and shudder, those sagging overused tunnels swaying with the thunderous crackles that tore from his poop munching logsplitter.

His ass was in a complete state of disrepair, his bowels slack and swinging before everyone's eyes as they hung open, contracting in warm rhythmic pulses that were completely unsuccessful in closing the cat up, his asshole pathetically loose, saggy, and battered. It was out of the question to everyone, that was definitely going to leave some damage... not that the kitty himself minded. No, he was in a sea of pleasure and relief, the enormous fruity bowel movement giving way to a citrusy musky aromatic series of blasts as his shit tunnel erupted all that air that had found itself blocked by the massive shape of the oranges that once stewed in his log-compacting steamer, and now that those impromptu plugs were gone it was gonna trumpet, and it wouldn't stop for who knew how long, uncontrollably sputtering and gurgling, juicy hot mucus spluttering in wet jets out from his frothy pooper like a nasty juicy waterfall. As the kitty heard another click, the shifting of shutters and the mechanical whirr of the camera, he reflected warmly on how good that all felt, and how incredible it must have looked too. But before he could think for too long he felt something strange, a sensation that felt in some ways familiar, but also abnormal. It was like a mass was beginning to emerge from his guts, bulging and swelling up in his deepest bowels and slowly rumbling further, airy hot jets of steam spluttering into his bowels. The staffers could see, but the kitty couldn't, that his intestines were gathering, swelling and wrapping around each other as they slow-marched toward his exit, gurgling and mushing into a massive log of shitmeat. His buttcunt was an absolute mess of noisy guttural blasts, the sound of his rippling juicy hot steamy eruptions shifting and changing near constantly as his bowels expanded within him. Shockingly, the kitty had never experienced a prolapse beyond his meat riding up around objects while ejecting them or bouncing over them, and he most certainly had never felt an internal prolapse. "Wh-What's going on">As someone who grew up in the mid to late 2000's I've been SUPER into the emerging popularity of Utopian Scholastic in the music scene, check out this great album I found!

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