You'd been out and about with your friend Cat, when a call distracted you. Quickly apologizing and sheepishly stepping away, you took up your phone and answered, talking for a few minutes. The event was hardly memorable, and normally you'd hardly log something like this internally... but then when you returned you noticed something strange. Your buddy had always had trouble with clothes, something about his frankly excessive proportions always making it hard to come by things that weren't ill-fitting, and though he'd been lucky enough to be spared embarrassing wardrobe malfunctions around you... today would be markedly different. As you approached from behind his butt was initially covered by a bush in the way, only an odd sound and scent being able to in your mind; It was something like a wet sloppy clapping and squelching, like moist wet meat sliding against itself interspersed by solid firm whaps, a gentle purr audible as you started to pick up the scent. Something stunk, but it wasn't exactly unpleasant... It was the strangest mixture of a deep sweaty funk, a damp muskiness, and a floral scent, almost like that of lavender. Curiously, you sniffed at the air, continuing around the bush until, to your shock, you caught the source of the odors and sounds. While you were away it seemed Catty had leaned forward, probably growing distracted by something or, like many felines, he'd decided such an odd position would be far more comfortable than the previous one... and when he'd scooted his butt, something got pulled out of place, his pants -- usually around waist-length -- now sat around the midpoint of that big gorgeously soft wobbly ass you'd always tried so hard not to stare at. The huge fleshy orbs bounced and wobbled as he softly swayed his hips side to side, purring and humming as he waited for you... but it wasn't just his ass that was smelly and noisy, no, there was something far more immediately attention grabbing sat right between those gigantic fleshy bubbly boulders of Cat's. Between his cheeks was the most disgustingly oversized sloppy glisteningly wet hairy asshole you'd ever seen, a buttcunt so large it became a classification of its own...

His hole was enormous, the oversized swollen ring better resembling a deflated leathery tire than any sphincter you'd seen. The mass of battered wrinkly meat squished and strained at the belt bisecting the enormous slippery glistening wet oval shaped buttcunt, the kitty's hole much better described as an absurdly well-loved cock garage, especially with how it behaved; Flexing, pulsating, wetly gurgling and farting hot swampy air as the thing erupted and flared outward, the mess of brown assmeat like a shifting tensing meaty mound, just begging for attention with its every humid obnoxiously rank burp. Every once in a while the buttslut's hole would twitch, the beefcunt flexing into the closest approximation of a butthole the kitty seemed capable of before beginning to round out, the cat's fleshy bulbous puffy butthole growing taut and firm before it would wetly flabber out, flopping and waving like an oversized windsock as the mounting pressure of all that gas in the feline's baggy loose expansively roomy rectum would become too much for his weak excessively damaged sphincter to hold, grossly rippling out from Cat's trumpeting whoreslit and thunderously announcing just how overused his pitted out boghole was. His ass was just as reactive, even that which was constricted by fabric managing to wobble and jiggle enough to make Jell-o look stiff, his huge bubbly disproportionate ass waving and clapping in reaction to the gross splutters and flexes of his beat up unwashed logsplitter alongside the general waggling of his hips. Occasionally the kitty's tail would sweep to the side, the motion making his gigantic globes bob and shake, rolling in wide delicious action and threatening to shove his poor overly strained jeans all the way off his fat sloppy ass, revealing his slippery hairy thunderpussy to the world... not that he wasn't already basically on full display for anybody happening by, or listening and smelling for that matter.

The site was nothing short of incredible, such a whorish juicy gurgly totally annihilated ditch of a cunt being previously unknown to you... especially one with so little care, the blasted out wetly flaring pulsating shitchopper absurdly unhygienic... yet also impossibly entrancing. His pooper especially transfixed as it flexed and throbbed, his wet gross pulsating contractions tugging the poorly shaven booty-meat around his fat broken turdchute. The hairy hole absolutely reeked, yet it was also begging for attention, noisily proclaiming how much the feline clearly adored anal, how badly he'd abused and obliterated his ass, every loose hollow bassy fart an announcement of the sheerly shocking level of permanent damage done to his sphincter... as well as an obvious request for more. You were starting to be unable to take it, shivering with every hot rumbling blast that rolled out from that logslide like a wet frothy thunderous blast, occasionally rocketing hot frothy turdsnot up from his hole directly over you, the churned up butthole mucus coating and making slick his pooper, fat slobbish strands of gross hot slime connecting the gigantic lips of his beefy canyon, broken only when those ginormous leathery barn doors would slam shut, only to peel back apart as another blaring windstorm would jet out from his smelly pooper. All you knew was that you adored this asshole, and that you'd do anything to get your hands on it... in fact, it was getting harder and harder as you stared to not reach right out and squish at every fold, dig your fingers through that complex sloppy network of unwashed sweat-coated wrinkles, to shove your face into that smelly turdlog-churning boulder-pushing boggy shithole...

Maybe you could help him "tuck his pussy" back in his pants, it looked slippery, and you'd totally lose your grip repeatedly, but surely he wouldn't mind you getting handsy to give a little assistance... Even if a slip or two meant fisting his fat frothy asspussy, or "tripping" face-first into that fat deflated tire of a pooper...

Just a small side-piece I worked at while making the main image for last month's Patreon monthly render. I thought this was a fun one as I really like wardrobe malfunctions, something is so perfect about clothes misbehaving and showing each and every bit of an absurdly proportioned character's body... not that those jeans were leaving much up to imagination anyways, considering how busted and oversized that tire-hole is... I originally had it up on Patreon for a bit as a small extra for last month, but I thought now I should show it off to y'all. I hope you enjoy it n' find it cute~!

Cheers~!