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Lake couldn't believe how fucking big this dog was.
Having followed up on a poorly written craigslist ad, he wasn't expecting much when he came to look at the Rottweiler, but this handsome beast was nothing like the grainy picture made him out to be. Standing taller, wider, and far more muscular than he had expected, Lake immediately knew this was the one he was coming home with.
Bo looked at this new person with a mix of distaste and curiosity - a big douchebag, Bo didn't so much have aggression towards strangers, but an overwhelming sense of superiority and a god complex towards his personal space. Growling through a happy pant as Lake petted his chest, while Lake sat behind him on a dirty couch in a coldly CCFL lit room, his now ex owner winging on about his dermatitis, Bo ripped a deep fart.
"Sorry, he does that when he eats too much..." The craigslist man said. Lake smiled warmly.
"Oh, it's not a problem, dogs are dogs."
***
Payment made, Bo and Lake loaded into his small hatchback and set off on the 90 minute drive to Lake's home.
"*PFFFRT*", Bo's ass said, loudly.
"Jesus boy, what did you eat..." Lake said, indignant that any dog could create such a powerful stench in such a short time. He wondered if his car would ever smell normal after having this dirty brute rubbing his greasy fur and shitstained, buttery soft pleated asshole on the woefully thin fabric of his rear bench. Bo only continued to pant and stare at Lake, before standing up and beginning to piss.
Lake was fucking horrified.
"BO! STOP!" Lake screamed, not thinking about how that bench would only be like $100 at a junkyard. Bo did not give a single fuck, and continued to eject jet after jet of dark yellow, almost orange piss into the seat, huge sheath swinging and bouncing as Lake drove over the scraggly, almost abandoned old gravel one-and-a-half lane state route cutting through the woods, a last minute "shortcut" suggested by Google Maps.
"Son of a bitch..." Lake muttered, the entire car smelling like rotting piss. Lake wondered if he had a UTI, for no dog's urine had ever smelled that bad before. Bo simply continued for an impossibly long feeling few minutes, the seat thoroughly soaked so deeply that it was pooling on top of the cloth and going between his toes. Lake resigned himself to find a spot to pull over.
No sooner had he thought that than Bo stopped peeing. "Thank god. Good boy, Bo!" Lake exclaimed happily. This praise was misplaced, though, as Bo bit his lip and grunted, getting into a stance all too recognizable to any dog owner. Lake however was watching the road at this point, checking for deer and looking for a decent pull over spot. Just up ahead, he saw a nice grassy shoulder, leading a fair bit away from this "road."
"Alright boy, just another moment and then you can go out to - " Lake hadn't even finished his sentence before smelling a horrific odor coming from the back seat. "OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT," he said, in utter disbelief that this was happening. He got it in park, and turned around, only to be met by the sight of a 140 pound rottie's shamefully large donut, bloating out quickly around the head of a brick of shit so massive that Lake wondered if there was something wrong with him.
Bo had been feeling mediocre for days, since eating that beef knuckle whole. Craigslist guy hadn't noticed when he had suddenly stopped pooping, as he simply let him out into the yard and back in the house, for toilet time. Bo's healthy appetite as a young stud kept him eating ridiculous amounts of his pricey canned food each day, despite the painful pressure bloating out his heavy, noisily *BLORP*ing gut. He felt it pack down denser every day, the big bone slowly meandering its way through the big dog's insides. As the days wore on, he felt the shit back up all the way to his stomach, his large intestine threatening to burst if this continued. Luckily for him, he found relief when Lake had chosen that moon-terrain bumpy road, his shitty economy car's lack of shocks transferring all that energy into his beefy legs and sending shockwaves through his gut that jerked all the stubbornly rooted shit cylinders towards his supple exit.
It was with this in mind that Bo felt an exquisite pain as the first massive log began crowning. Almost the width of a beer can, Bo's anus became a thin red line as he grunted deeply, the bassy note reverberating like a heinous music in the small car, Lake transfixed as time slowed down for the sensual turned horror he was about to witness. This log ground against Bo's prostate so firmly that it made him yelp in pain, at the same time making his impressively thick cock jerk with blood and fertile precum. He felt his sensitive shitter yawn wide around this rock hard, heavy load, saw Lake staring at him in horror as his pants tented, conflicting emotions ripping him in different directions, gluing him in place to helplessly watch as his new dog marked his car forever as his.
Bo vocalized more as he felt his anus stretch farther than ever, glands peeking out and squirting potent musk all over, and bore down as hard as he could, rippling muscles flexing visibly beneath a soft, thick black coat that shone beautifully in the moonlight coming through Lake's sunroof. The expulsion of this first log was a multisensory experience - the overwhelmingly potent smell of two weeks worth of smoothly digested meat combined with masculine canine anal musk, the sound of tight little farts escaping around the wide mass before it thudded heavily onto the seat below, the sight of something so wretched happening in such an improper location, the taste in the air of this male dog's assault on everything holy and good in the world, and the feeling as he reached out to scratch Bo's impossibly soft, velvety ear in reassurance as he accepted his fate.
"You're alright, big boy."
Despite being a toxic masculinity douchebag, Bo still appreciated the sentiment, and reveled in the feeling of dropping this massive dump.
Bo's first log rolled to the back of his paws, leaving a shitty streak across his heels as he wobbled on the unsupportive foam, pressing it into his pads. His asshole yawned again over the flat face of another brick, this one even thicker than the last, and longer, too. It extended almost straight out for a solid six inches before breaking off, the sheer face of it stretching and bloating out his improbably large anus like a horse's ass, as tiny pieces of hard scat crumbled off the vertical face as it extended past his rubber gasket, completing the impression. They rolled all over the place before the rest thudded out, soon being replaced by yet another hard pylon of clay so smooth and firm that you could likely wet your hands and turn it to make pottery. Bo's pretty chestnut eyes glinted in the light as he panted happily from the feeling of his anus being allowed a split second break, before he bore down again to push more along.
What in all likelihood was only a few minutes stretched into years as Bo and Lake savored this experience. The obscene mountain of imposing bricks and chunks of reeking Thotweiler shit had nearly reached Bo's ass, and he still wasn't finished. These were just the constipated logs blocking up his main colon. There was still an entire gut's worth of softer waste left, which Bo happily demonstrated by ripping a sputtering, smacking fart so loud that Lake wondered if other wildlife in the area heard it, before his deliciously built, square man-ass wobbled as he deepened his squat and bore down his muscular belly. Moments later he had produced a wonderfully compliant rope of sticky creamy peanutbutter crap that extended the short few inches to his main pile before coiling around upon itself and sliding down the mountain to make contact with the rear of the seat. The softness of newer waste let Bo pump it out more easily, his butt belting out this expression of his health and virility with increasing speed, Lake wondering in a mix of shock and awe where all this had even fit inside him. But he soon got his answer, as the creamy mountain of soft serve ended with a smacking squelch as an endless outpouring of increasingly sloppier cream poured out of Bo's big ass. Lake saw that his originally rotund stomach was now toned and lithe, still Rottweiler thick and muscled, but far more befitting of a powerful and athletic dog his age than the bloated fatass he had first appeared while carrying so much filth inside him; if not for his pendulous balls and swinging sheath, one would have assumed he were carrying a prodigious litter of pups.
Bo lifted his ass, now covered in his shit, before turning around to inspect his handiwork, snapping Lake back into reality.
"NO NO NO DON'T - " Lake exclaimed, futilly, trying to prevent Bo from smearing shit all over the rear of the seat, the door, his front seat, the footwell, as his ass grazed nearly every surface in the cramped car, barely large enough for him to turn around in, shit smeared paws becoming shit caked as he stepped in his own filth, not having enough room to avoid it. Lake then got out of the car, and opened the rear door to address the situation.
He was dumbfounded. There before him lay a hill of shit so tall and so wide that it looked like something a draft horse could have made, not a guard dog, no matter how constipated they had been. And behind this marvelously wretched crime against decency was an even greater crime against modesty and reserved morality and social customs, a lewd and crude filth and fuck machine, sturdy masculine features contrasted by warm eyes, an elegant rusty brown face mask, the most adorable eyebrow dots, and silken ears that begged to be nibbled. Lake felt his cock throb painfully against his underwear and now-far-too-tight pants. Bo made eye contact, and held it, his own erect cock bouncing as he panted in overwhelming relief at such a large release. He felt so much lighter, and his anus was still relaxed from being stretched and massaged by so much waste. It winked and pulsated as his cock throbbed and shot jets of watery cum into the seat below, adding a subtle metallic twinge to the pungent aroma of canine piss, shit, and body odor.
Lake had had enough.
Looking both ways down the road a ways behind them, and listening carefully for any signs of movement, he found nothing. That was his final stipulation before he would do something extremely risky and impulsive, that he knew would create a memory he would treasure forever.
"Turn around." He asked Bo, to which he complied, being in a great mood. "Lie down." Bo very reluctantly laid down, moving backwards as his massive ass descended into his equally massive load, the firm, smooth shit keeping his still hard, very sensitive exposed cock from painfully grazing the coarse seat fabric.
"Good boy." Bo was happier than a pig in shit, finally feeling something warm on his fat bitch banger. Lake felt an almost feral feeling of desire wash over him as he regarded this powerful man lying prone, ready to be taken. Well, almost ready.
"Roll over." Bo reluctantly complied, sad to feel his cock pull out of his shit with a sucking *SCHLUCK* as he wriggled his barrel chested form's powerful muscles to effortlessly spin in place.
Now Lake saw the view he had scarcely dared to hope for before driving out to check out this ad, the least solid seeming lead of all the ones he'd followed up on, the guy being a stupid dick on the phone. Here lay a brick shithouse of a big bleater ready to get fucked six ways to Sunday, the power of god in that clenching dog donut and massive thighs that could damn near crush diamonds, swollen cock dripping sex all over the fine black fur covering his stomach, loud bowel sounds providing a soothing and sensual melody for what was to come.
Lake stripped, swiftly removing his pants and shirt, and placing them on the trunk, before removing the package of baby wipes he kept in the glovebox for emergencies, generally things like spilled food or a sudden shart. But for this, it was like finding a McDonald's in the middle of the desert.
His clothing neatly set aside along with a way to clean up, he got in the backseat with Bo, one knee in the footwell, and the other squelching into shit to fold beside him, Lake gently grasping Bo's leg to keep him perfectly face up. He grabbed a generous handful of Bo's softer shit, and smeared it on Bo's cock, before getting another handful and coating it all over his own. Bo seemed to enjoy this very much, the warm crap feeling amazing in contrast to the cool night air of summer. Crickets chirped as the smell of the woods mixed with the delicious smells of the car, as Lake rubbed another handful into Bo's chest muscles and gripped the base of his knot, leaning down to take the tip of his new mate's shitty dick into his mouth. Bo groaned in ecstacy, a jet of cum spraying down Lake's throat as reward. Lake pulled off momentarily to say, "Good boy," in a sultry growl before dutifully moving back to serve his boy. He dug his tongue into the divot in the tip of his cock, hard for so long now that the craggles of his tip had bloated out with an engorged, rounded softness, and flared slightly at the sides, the protruding tip flexing gently like a breathtaking spire atop a temple. Bo was in heaven, his previous owner never gave him release like this, his aching nuts so backed up with seed that they hung low and heavy in his sack more like a Dane's than a Rottweiler's. Lake used his other hand to caress Bo's face, feeling the fine black whiskers yield to his gentle touch.
"You're mine now." Bo couldn't disagree. He was happy to serve his new master.
Lake took this as a cue to move Bo's legs forward, towards his face, lifting his ass off the seat and presenting his big pucker for all to see, stub nub wagging a trench into the firm logs smashed beneath him. Lake drank in the vulgar sight like a lush to gas station vodka, before delicately rubbing the face of Bo's anus, dipping his fingertip ever so slightly into the delicate opening at the center of his oozing, fudgy honeypot. Bo grunted at the stimulation as Lake dipped a finger in, splitting his muscle ring, Bo's cock still pulsing in Lake's mouth and making his anus pulse and clench in sync, gripping Lake's finger and trying to milk it like a cock. Lake hummed to try and stimulate Bo's fat dick a bit more, Bo going rigid for a second before bearing down to *BLORT* out a jet of soft shit as Lake hooked a finger to graze his prostate.
Lake took this as a cue to move forward. One finger, then two. Two, then three. More a formality than anything after Bo had shit bricks even bigger than Lake's sizable cock, but a gentleman always knocks before entering. Lake withdrew from Bo's cock to place a kiss on his nose, before leaning up to take in the sight of his engorged cock tip pressing against his rottie's plump donut, slick shit acting as a perfect lube as Lake split Bo from the inside, a feeling of fullness making him groan and bear down again, pushing out little pockets of shit on every pull backwards, before Lake would split him again, repeating this process as old as time. Lake would periodically suckle his fat cock, before switching to taking his long, wide tongue into his mouth, in a deep kiss only dog lovers know, Bo reaching so far into the back of Lake's throat that he almost reflexively threw up. Laughing at his silly boy, Lake moved back to his cock, and shifted his hands to grip the meat of Bo's boxy ass more firmly, picking up the pace as he drove into his man like a jackhammer, this earthquake of thrusts jarring even more crap loose from high up in his gut, creating an even bigger mess than the FEMA disaster already happening as more shit *SPLORT*ed into Lake's lap, now even on forward thrusts. It weeped lewdly around his cock as Bo whined like a bitch in heat, hot shit spewing out of him like a broken soft serve machine or an unclogged sewer.
Lake felt himself getting close, so he slowed down to savor it. He picked up one of the first logs, admiring its imposing heft and size, like an Arizona tea can, but better tasting. Bo's logs were something else, Lake found as he bit into the tip, tasting the complex bouquet of delicate and brash flavors exploding gleefully into his nose and tongue. He could taste Bo in it, over all else. The bitterness, the sharpness, the moody darkness that defined all canine waste, played second fiddle to the overwhelming signature of BO. A true stud dog's shit, his fudge could communicate everything about him before you even saw him. Lake almost came as he chewed the big boy's rich butt fudge, the sticky, firm waste rooting solidly between his teeth and into his molars like Milk Duds from the nicest part of hell. Now his breath would always smell like Bo's ass, no matter how much he brushed or flossed - Bo's gut flora were here to stay. Now everyone who got close would know he was his.
Lake took another firm log and played with it in his hands, squeezing it like modeling clay until it was perfectly smooth, before adding another log, and another, the hard logs' crumbly texture coalescing into a very firm cohesive mass that held its shape perfectly. He rolled it into a wide tube, and pulled out of Bo's ass, cock still covered in smooth wet slop, perfect for what he was about to do. He speared this brick onto his cock, the softer shit acting as a lube, and the firmer shit so firm that the wetter stuff didn't dissolve it. He had created a fleshlight out of Bo's shit. Lake then withdrew from it and plunged back into Bo's butt, before plunging the fleshlight onto Bo's cock, the dog reeling in pleasure as he felt the tight heat of his constipated crap cradling every bit of his big cock, and Lake bashing into his ass, the huge cock slamming into his needy hole and smashing into his pleasure sparking, overwhelmed prostate.
Bo felt a cramp overtake his mostly deflated gut, a rushing wave of distress in his bowels sending a tsunami of soft serve into Lake's lap, before the final clogging log of shit blocked the way, too big to pass. Bo grunted and yelped, feeling no release as the shit encased beef knuckle completely filled his rectum, the undigested bone serving as the grain of sand that an oyster turns into a pearl, Bo's gut building layer after layer of hard shit over it to attempt to smooth it out enough to pass, until it was ironically too large to ever hope of dislodging from his upper gut at all...until Lake had jostled everything loose.
Lake couldn't believe his luck as he plunged his fat cock into his dog's bulging hole, spreading his fingers into a V around his dick to play with Bo's anal ring as he pumped his shitter, hard. Bo felt an overwhelming amount of pain and pleasure that threatened to gray him out, as Lake felt himself nearing a similar feeling, the exquisite backpressure of the huge log crowding Bo's big velvet hallway into a cramped, slick yet grippy tunnel far more simliar to a well used fudgy Aussie or something than a massive German meatboi. Lake felt his balls hike up as each pump brought him closer to the point of no return, Bo feeling each pump spreading his asshole further around his mate's cock and his pent up shit, and finally, Lake felt his dick explode. A rush of cream basted Bo's innards in a flood of white, as Bo felt himself being piped full of cream like a filled donut, cum flooding his bowels in a sea of love that ejected in dirty rivers down his ass every time he pushed, still trying in vain to push out his penultimate log. Finally, he was rewarded as his oversized asshole showed the overengineered absurdity his breed was known for, and gave birth to this wretched, awe inspiring monstrosity that slipped past Lake's hypersensitive cock, before stopping when its lengthy form hit Lake's pubic bone and could not go any further. Bo's anus was overextended and he was on the brink, needing nothing more than to shit. His rectum felt like it was going to burst, as Lake slowly pushed forward, shoving the log back into Bo, the Rottweiler feeling an overwhelming fullness, before Bo shoved him and his log back out again, before Lake pumped it back in, over and over again, until Lake came a second time. This time, the added cum slicked up Bo's obliterated asshole so much that his big brick finally slipped right out, falling weakly to the side to lay by all the other logs that didn't get used despite there being shit absolutely everywhere and all over both of them.
Bo was covered in his own filth, and filled with his master's cum, and Lake was covered in his partner's filth, and filled with joy. He had found someone to spend the rest of his life with. Lake laid on top of Bo, sandwiching Bo's hard cock between them in a cocoon of warm shit, until it slowly deflated, Lake's soon following suit. They laid there a while longer, hot breath in each others faces, before kissing for a few minutes, Lake feeling like the inside of his mouth was being sanded out, but he didn't care. It was right. All was right where it belonged.
He stroked Bo's ear one last time, before slowly getting up and turning around, seeing Bo's destroyed, loose asshole leaking cum in little brown rivers into the filthy chocolate creampie below him. Unable to resist despite already cumming twice, he leaned down and began eating Bo out, splitting his big beautiful anus with his skilled tongue, cleaning him up inconsequentially in the greater context, but still fun nonetheless. He played with the swollen ring, gently nibbling on it, sucking on the entire surface, then concentrating on the lobes of his glands, tasting them express their last few drops, a beautiful, savory and sweet flavor providing a comforting closure to the intense sensory overload they had just enjoyed together. Bo pushed a short jet of creamy shit into Lake's mouth that ended with a sputtering fart, signaling that he was finally empty. Lake swallowed, gave Bo's tasty rosebud a parting kiss, and stood up.
"Oh right, I'm in the woods," He said, snapping back to the reality that he was in the middle of the fucking woods, with a cum filled dog in a misdemeanor state, a wrecked backseat, and covered in dog shit head to toe. "It was worth it," he thought, warmly, before wiping his hands on the grass to get enough shit off to where he could open the package of wet wipes. He decided to just focus on the areas his clothes didn't cover, and to put on his clothes carefully so they wouldn't have shit on the outside. He grabbed his plastic spoon and methodically scraped the bulk of Bo's scat off, before following with wet wipes to get it down to a not visually obvious residue, that would have to suffice because he had a package of wet wipes, not a crate of them.
A while later, he was "clean enough," at least to where he wouldn't get shit anywhere up front, and he wouldn't look like a mental hospital patient if he got pulled over. "Fantastic." He took Bo out for a short walk to shit out his cum, and whatever else, before leading him back to the car. Normally he'd be sad to waste a drop of anything out of any dog's ass, but he reminded himself that there was still at least a fucking basketball's worth of shit still back there waiting for play when they got home, for round two.
Lake sitting back up front comfortably, he turned around, and saw Bo laying in his shit and sleeping soundly after a good shit and a good cum. He smiled. "Sexy Bo. I love you." Bo opened his eyes for a moment, and sighed, falling back asleep, snoring softly. Lake put it into gear, and drove back home, where they spent a wonderful ten years together before illness ripped them apart.
Having followed up on a poorly written craigslist ad, he wasn't expecting much when he came to look at the Rottweiler, but this handsome beast was nothing like the grainy picture made him out to be. Standing taller, wider, and far more muscular than he had expected, Lake immediately knew this was the one he was coming home with.
Bo looked at this new person with a mix of distaste and curiosity - a big douchebag, Bo didn't so much have aggression towards strangers, but an overwhelming sense of superiority and a god complex towards his personal space. Growling through a happy pant as Lake petted his chest, while Lake sat behind him on a dirty couch in a coldly CCFL lit room, his now ex owner winging on about his dermatitis, Bo ripped a deep fart.
"Sorry, he does that when he eats too much..." The craigslist man said. Lake smiled warmly.
"Oh, it's not a problem, dogs are dogs."
***
Payment made, Bo and Lake loaded into his small hatchback and set off on the 90 minute drive to Lake's home.
"*PFFFRT*", Bo's ass said, loudly.
"Jesus boy, what did you eat..." Lake said, indignant that any dog could create such a powerful stench in such a short time. He wondered if his car would ever smell normal after having this dirty brute rubbing his greasy fur and shitstained, buttery soft pleated asshole on the woefully thin fabric of his rear bench. Bo only continued to pant and stare at Lake, before standing up and beginning to piss.
Lake was fucking horrified.
"BO! STOP!" Lake screamed, not thinking about how that bench would only be like $100 at a junkyard. Bo did not give a single fuck, and continued to eject jet after jet of dark yellow, almost orange piss into the seat, huge sheath swinging and bouncing as Lake drove over the scraggly, almost abandoned old gravel one-and-a-half lane state route cutting through the woods, a last minute "shortcut" suggested by Google Maps.
"Son of a bitch..." Lake muttered, the entire car smelling like rotting piss. Lake wondered if he had a UTI, for no dog's urine had ever smelled that bad before. Bo simply continued for an impossibly long feeling few minutes, the seat thoroughly soaked so deeply that it was pooling on top of the cloth and going between his toes. Lake resigned himself to find a spot to pull over.
No sooner had he thought that than Bo stopped peeing. "Thank god. Good boy, Bo!" Lake exclaimed happily. This praise was misplaced, though, as Bo bit his lip and grunted, getting into a stance all too recognizable to any dog owner. Lake however was watching the road at this point, checking for deer and looking for a decent pull over spot. Just up ahead, he saw a nice grassy shoulder, leading a fair bit away from this "road."
"Alright boy, just another moment and then you can go out to - " Lake hadn't even finished his sentence before smelling a horrific odor coming from the back seat. "OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT," he said, in utter disbelief that this was happening. He got it in park, and turned around, only to be met by the sight of a 140 pound rottie's shamefully large donut, bloating out quickly around the head of a brick of shit so massive that Lake wondered if there was something wrong with him.
Bo had been feeling mediocre for days, since eating that beef knuckle whole. Craigslist guy hadn't noticed when he had suddenly stopped pooping, as he simply let him out into the yard and back in the house, for toilet time. Bo's healthy appetite as a young stud kept him eating ridiculous amounts of his pricey canned food each day, despite the painful pressure bloating out his heavy, noisily *BLORP*ing gut. He felt it pack down denser every day, the big bone slowly meandering its way through the big dog's insides. As the days wore on, he felt the shit back up all the way to his stomach, his large intestine threatening to burst if this continued. Luckily for him, he found relief when Lake had chosen that moon-terrain bumpy road, his shitty economy car's lack of shocks transferring all that energy into his beefy legs and sending shockwaves through his gut that jerked all the stubbornly rooted shit cylinders towards his supple exit.
It was with this in mind that Bo felt an exquisite pain as the first massive log began crowning. Almost the width of a beer can, Bo's anus became a thin red line as he grunted deeply, the bassy note reverberating like a heinous music in the small car, Lake transfixed as time slowed down for the sensual turned horror he was about to witness. This log ground against Bo's prostate so firmly that it made him yelp in pain, at the same time making his impressively thick cock jerk with blood and fertile precum. He felt his sensitive shitter yawn wide around this rock hard, heavy load, saw Lake staring at him in horror as his pants tented, conflicting emotions ripping him in different directions, gluing him in place to helplessly watch as his new dog marked his car forever as his.
Bo vocalized more as he felt his anus stretch farther than ever, glands peeking out and squirting potent musk all over, and bore down as hard as he could, rippling muscles flexing visibly beneath a soft, thick black coat that shone beautifully in the moonlight coming through Lake's sunroof. The expulsion of this first log was a multisensory experience - the overwhelmingly potent smell of two weeks worth of smoothly digested meat combined with masculine canine anal musk, the sound of tight little farts escaping around the wide mass before it thudded heavily onto the seat below, the sight of something so wretched happening in such an improper location, the taste in the air of this male dog's assault on everything holy and good in the world, and the feeling as he reached out to scratch Bo's impossibly soft, velvety ear in reassurance as he accepted his fate.
"You're alright, big boy."
Despite being a toxic masculinity douchebag, Bo still appreciated the sentiment, and reveled in the feeling of dropping this massive dump.
Bo's first log rolled to the back of his paws, leaving a shitty streak across his heels as he wobbled on the unsupportive foam, pressing it into his pads. His asshole yawned again over the flat face of another brick, this one even thicker than the last, and longer, too. It extended almost straight out for a solid six inches before breaking off, the sheer face of it stretching and bloating out his improbably large anus like a horse's ass, as tiny pieces of hard scat crumbled off the vertical face as it extended past his rubber gasket, completing the impression. They rolled all over the place before the rest thudded out, soon being replaced by yet another hard pylon of clay so smooth and firm that you could likely wet your hands and turn it to make pottery. Bo's pretty chestnut eyes glinted in the light as he panted happily from the feeling of his anus being allowed a split second break, before he bore down again to push more along.
What in all likelihood was only a few minutes stretched into years as Bo and Lake savored this experience. The obscene mountain of imposing bricks and chunks of reeking Thotweiler shit had nearly reached Bo's ass, and he still wasn't finished. These were just the constipated logs blocking up his main colon. There was still an entire gut's worth of softer waste left, which Bo happily demonstrated by ripping a sputtering, smacking fart so loud that Lake wondered if other wildlife in the area heard it, before his deliciously built, square man-ass wobbled as he deepened his squat and bore down his muscular belly. Moments later he had produced a wonderfully compliant rope of sticky creamy peanutbutter crap that extended the short few inches to his main pile before coiling around upon itself and sliding down the mountain to make contact with the rear of the seat. The softness of newer waste let Bo pump it out more easily, his butt belting out this expression of his health and virility with increasing speed, Lake wondering in a mix of shock and awe where all this had even fit inside him. But he soon got his answer, as the creamy mountain of soft serve ended with a smacking squelch as an endless outpouring of increasingly sloppier cream poured out of Bo's big ass. Lake saw that his originally rotund stomach was now toned and lithe, still Rottweiler thick and muscled, but far more befitting of a powerful and athletic dog his age than the bloated fatass he had first appeared while carrying so much filth inside him; if not for his pendulous balls and swinging sheath, one would have assumed he were carrying a prodigious litter of pups.
Bo lifted his ass, now covered in his shit, before turning around to inspect his handiwork, snapping Lake back into reality.
"NO NO NO DON'T - " Lake exclaimed, futilly, trying to prevent Bo from smearing shit all over the rear of the seat, the door, his front seat, the footwell, as his ass grazed nearly every surface in the cramped car, barely large enough for him to turn around in, shit smeared paws becoming shit caked as he stepped in his own filth, not having enough room to avoid it. Lake then got out of the car, and opened the rear door to address the situation.
He was dumbfounded. There before him lay a hill of shit so tall and so wide that it looked like something a draft horse could have made, not a guard dog, no matter how constipated they had been. And behind this marvelously wretched crime against decency was an even greater crime against modesty and reserved morality and social customs, a lewd and crude filth and fuck machine, sturdy masculine features contrasted by warm eyes, an elegant rusty brown face mask, the most adorable eyebrow dots, and silken ears that begged to be nibbled. Lake felt his cock throb painfully against his underwear and now-far-too-tight pants. Bo made eye contact, and held it, his own erect cock bouncing as he panted in overwhelming relief at such a large release. He felt so much lighter, and his anus was still relaxed from being stretched and massaged by so much waste. It winked and pulsated as his cock throbbed and shot jets of watery cum into the seat below, adding a subtle metallic twinge to the pungent aroma of canine piss, shit, and body odor.
Lake had had enough.
Looking both ways down the road a ways behind them, and listening carefully for any signs of movement, he found nothing. That was his final stipulation before he would do something extremely risky and impulsive, that he knew would create a memory he would treasure forever.
"Turn around." He asked Bo, to which he complied, being in a great mood. "Lie down." Bo very reluctantly laid down, moving backwards as his massive ass descended into his equally massive load, the firm, smooth shit keeping his still hard, very sensitive exposed cock from painfully grazing the coarse seat fabric.
"Good boy." Bo was happier than a pig in shit, finally feeling something warm on his fat bitch banger. Lake felt an almost feral feeling of desire wash over him as he regarded this powerful man lying prone, ready to be taken. Well, almost ready.
"Roll over." Bo reluctantly complied, sad to feel his cock pull out of his shit with a sucking *SCHLUCK* as he wriggled his barrel chested form's powerful muscles to effortlessly spin in place.
Now Lake saw the view he had scarcely dared to hope for before driving out to check out this ad, the least solid seeming lead of all the ones he'd followed up on, the guy being a stupid dick on the phone. Here lay a brick shithouse of a big bleater ready to get fucked six ways to Sunday, the power of god in that clenching dog donut and massive thighs that could damn near crush diamonds, swollen cock dripping sex all over the fine black fur covering his stomach, loud bowel sounds providing a soothing and sensual melody for what was to come.
Lake stripped, swiftly removing his pants and shirt, and placing them on the trunk, before removing the package of baby wipes he kept in the glovebox for emergencies, generally things like spilled food or a sudden shart. But for this, it was like finding a McDonald's in the middle of the desert.
His clothing neatly set aside along with a way to clean up, he got in the backseat with Bo, one knee in the footwell, and the other squelching into shit to fold beside him, Lake gently grasping Bo's leg to keep him perfectly face up. He grabbed a generous handful of Bo's softer shit, and smeared it on Bo's cock, before getting another handful and coating it all over his own. Bo seemed to enjoy this very much, the warm crap feeling amazing in contrast to the cool night air of summer. Crickets chirped as the smell of the woods mixed with the delicious smells of the car, as Lake rubbed another handful into Bo's chest muscles and gripped the base of his knot, leaning down to take the tip of his new mate's shitty dick into his mouth. Bo groaned in ecstacy, a jet of cum spraying down Lake's throat as reward. Lake pulled off momentarily to say, "Good boy," in a sultry growl before dutifully moving back to serve his boy. He dug his tongue into the divot in the tip of his cock, hard for so long now that the craggles of his tip had bloated out with an engorged, rounded softness, and flared slightly at the sides, the protruding tip flexing gently like a breathtaking spire atop a temple. Bo was in heaven, his previous owner never gave him release like this, his aching nuts so backed up with seed that they hung low and heavy in his sack more like a Dane's than a Rottweiler's. Lake used his other hand to caress Bo's face, feeling the fine black whiskers yield to his gentle touch.
"You're mine now." Bo couldn't disagree. He was happy to serve his new master.
Lake took this as a cue to move Bo's legs forward, towards his face, lifting his ass off the seat and presenting his big pucker for all to see, stub nub wagging a trench into the firm logs smashed beneath him. Lake drank in the vulgar sight like a lush to gas station vodka, before delicately rubbing the face of Bo's anus, dipping his fingertip ever so slightly into the delicate opening at the center of his oozing, fudgy honeypot. Bo grunted at the stimulation as Lake dipped a finger in, splitting his muscle ring, Bo's cock still pulsing in Lake's mouth and making his anus pulse and clench in sync, gripping Lake's finger and trying to milk it like a cock. Lake hummed to try and stimulate Bo's fat dick a bit more, Bo going rigid for a second before bearing down to *BLORT* out a jet of soft shit as Lake hooked a finger to graze his prostate.
Lake took this as a cue to move forward. One finger, then two. Two, then three. More a formality than anything after Bo had shit bricks even bigger than Lake's sizable cock, but a gentleman always knocks before entering. Lake withdrew from Bo's cock to place a kiss on his nose, before leaning up to take in the sight of his engorged cock tip pressing against his rottie's plump donut, slick shit acting as a perfect lube as Lake split Bo from the inside, a feeling of fullness making him groan and bear down again, pushing out little pockets of shit on every pull backwards, before Lake would split him again, repeating this process as old as time. Lake would periodically suckle his fat cock, before switching to taking his long, wide tongue into his mouth, in a deep kiss only dog lovers know, Bo reaching so far into the back of Lake's throat that he almost reflexively threw up. Laughing at his silly boy, Lake moved back to his cock, and shifted his hands to grip the meat of Bo's boxy ass more firmly, picking up the pace as he drove into his man like a jackhammer, this earthquake of thrusts jarring even more crap loose from high up in his gut, creating an even bigger mess than the FEMA disaster already happening as more shit *SPLORT*ed into Lake's lap, now even on forward thrusts. It weeped lewdly around his cock as Bo whined like a bitch in heat, hot shit spewing out of him like a broken soft serve machine or an unclogged sewer.
Lake felt himself getting close, so he slowed down to savor it. He picked up one of the first logs, admiring its imposing heft and size, like an Arizona tea can, but better tasting. Bo's logs were something else, Lake found as he bit into the tip, tasting the complex bouquet of delicate and brash flavors exploding gleefully into his nose and tongue. He could taste Bo in it, over all else. The bitterness, the sharpness, the moody darkness that defined all canine waste, played second fiddle to the overwhelming signature of BO. A true stud dog's shit, his fudge could communicate everything about him before you even saw him. Lake almost came as he chewed the big boy's rich butt fudge, the sticky, firm waste rooting solidly between his teeth and into his molars like Milk Duds from the nicest part of hell. Now his breath would always smell like Bo's ass, no matter how much he brushed or flossed - Bo's gut flora were here to stay. Now everyone who got close would know he was his.
Lake took another firm log and played with it in his hands, squeezing it like modeling clay until it was perfectly smooth, before adding another log, and another, the hard logs' crumbly texture coalescing into a very firm cohesive mass that held its shape perfectly. He rolled it into a wide tube, and pulled out of Bo's ass, cock still covered in smooth wet slop, perfect for what he was about to do. He speared this brick onto his cock, the softer shit acting as a lube, and the firmer shit so firm that the wetter stuff didn't dissolve it. He had created a fleshlight out of Bo's shit. Lake then withdrew from it and plunged back into Bo's butt, before plunging the fleshlight onto Bo's cock, the dog reeling in pleasure as he felt the tight heat of his constipated crap cradling every bit of his big cock, and Lake bashing into his ass, the huge cock slamming into his needy hole and smashing into his pleasure sparking, overwhelmed prostate.
Bo felt a cramp overtake his mostly deflated gut, a rushing wave of distress in his bowels sending a tsunami of soft serve into Lake's lap, before the final clogging log of shit blocked the way, too big to pass. Bo grunted and yelped, feeling no release as the shit encased beef knuckle completely filled his rectum, the undigested bone serving as the grain of sand that an oyster turns into a pearl, Bo's gut building layer after layer of hard shit over it to attempt to smooth it out enough to pass, until it was ironically too large to ever hope of dislodging from his upper gut at all...until Lake had jostled everything loose.
Lake couldn't believe his luck as he plunged his fat cock into his dog's bulging hole, spreading his fingers into a V around his dick to play with Bo's anal ring as he pumped his shitter, hard. Bo felt an overwhelming amount of pain and pleasure that threatened to gray him out, as Lake felt himself nearing a similar feeling, the exquisite backpressure of the huge log crowding Bo's big velvet hallway into a cramped, slick yet grippy tunnel far more simliar to a well used fudgy Aussie or something than a massive German meatboi. Lake felt his balls hike up as each pump brought him closer to the point of no return, Bo feeling each pump spreading his asshole further around his mate's cock and his pent up shit, and finally, Lake felt his dick explode. A rush of cream basted Bo's innards in a flood of white, as Bo felt himself being piped full of cream like a filled donut, cum flooding his bowels in a sea of love that ejected in dirty rivers down his ass every time he pushed, still trying in vain to push out his penultimate log. Finally, he was rewarded as his oversized asshole showed the overengineered absurdity his breed was known for, and gave birth to this wretched, awe inspiring monstrosity that slipped past Lake's hypersensitive cock, before stopping when its lengthy form hit Lake's pubic bone and could not go any further. Bo's anus was overextended and he was on the brink, needing nothing more than to shit. His rectum felt like it was going to burst, as Lake slowly pushed forward, shoving the log back into Bo, the Rottweiler feeling an overwhelming fullness, before Bo shoved him and his log back out again, before Lake pumped it back in, over and over again, until Lake came a second time. This time, the added cum slicked up Bo's obliterated asshole so much that his big brick finally slipped right out, falling weakly to the side to lay by all the other logs that didn't get used despite there being shit absolutely everywhere and all over both of them.
Bo was covered in his own filth, and filled with his master's cum, and Lake was covered in his partner's filth, and filled with joy. He had found someone to spend the rest of his life with. Lake laid on top of Bo, sandwiching Bo's hard cock between them in a cocoon of warm shit, until it slowly deflated, Lake's soon following suit. They laid there a while longer, hot breath in each others faces, before kissing for a few minutes, Lake feeling like the inside of his mouth was being sanded out, but he didn't care. It was right. All was right where it belonged.
He stroked Bo's ear one last time, before slowly getting up and turning around, seeing Bo's destroyed, loose asshole leaking cum in little brown rivers into the filthy chocolate creampie below him. Unable to resist despite already cumming twice, he leaned down and began eating Bo out, splitting his big beautiful anus with his skilled tongue, cleaning him up inconsequentially in the greater context, but still fun nonetheless. He played with the swollen ring, gently nibbling on it, sucking on the entire surface, then concentrating on the lobes of his glands, tasting them express their last few drops, a beautiful, savory and sweet flavor providing a comforting closure to the intense sensory overload they had just enjoyed together. Bo pushed a short jet of creamy shit into Lake's mouth that ended with a sputtering fart, signaling that he was finally empty. Lake swallowed, gave Bo's tasty rosebud a parting kiss, and stood up.
"Oh right, I'm in the woods," He said, snapping back to the reality that he was in the middle of the fucking woods, with a cum filled dog in a misdemeanor state, a wrecked backseat, and covered in dog shit head to toe. "It was worth it," he thought, warmly, before wiping his hands on the grass to get enough shit off to where he could open the package of wet wipes. He decided to just focus on the areas his clothes didn't cover, and to put on his clothes carefully so they wouldn't have shit on the outside. He grabbed his plastic spoon and methodically scraped the bulk of Bo's scat off, before following with wet wipes to get it down to a not visually obvious residue, that would have to suffice because he had a package of wet wipes, not a crate of them.
A while later, he was "clean enough," at least to where he wouldn't get shit anywhere up front, and he wouldn't look like a mental hospital patient if he got pulled over. "Fantastic." He took Bo out for a short walk to shit out his cum, and whatever else, before leading him back to the car. Normally he'd be sad to waste a drop of anything out of any dog's ass, but he reminded himself that there was still at least a fucking basketball's worth of shit still back there waiting for play when they got home, for round two.
Lake sitting back up front comfortably, he turned around, and saw Bo laying in his shit and sleeping soundly after a good shit and a good cum. He smiled. "Sexy Bo. I love you." Bo opened his eyes for a moment, and sighed, falling back asleep, snoring softly. Lake put it into gear, and drove back home, where they spent a wonderful ten years together before illness ripped them apart.
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