Date: Mon, 28 Dec 2020 20:35:51 +0100 From: Piggietail Subject: Matthew and Peter 09 (scat) The following story is purely fictional. Please read it legally - be of a legal age and in a legal place. Any similarity in plot or resemblance to a real person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Please do not copy and/or publish this story without expressed permission from the author. Thanks :) Please be aware that an archive of this size needs your donations to be kept alive and offer the pleasure of reading to you and many others. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html I forgot to mention that you should only be reading the set of Matthew-and-Peter-stories if you like scat and scatplay. The protagonists of these chapters are looking for this everywhere and also have no inhibition involving a horse into their becoming of sexual age. Have fun reading this ;-) Matthew and Peter 09 - learning math - Arriving in his room, Peter first examined the content of his school bag. When he opened the lid of the bag, the spicy aroma was already hitting him - it intensified again when he rolled up the bag. Memories of the afternoon immediately flashed through his mind and something began to stir in his underwear. Whatever thoughts he had, they would have to wait for now - his mother was calling him for supper. He had to keep cool as he sat down at the table -- his sore asshole gave him a burning sensation. The feeling faded during the meal somewhat after, but the memory of the afternoon still wafted through his head. He sank into thoughts about what he could do to make it not hurt so much next time. If he could jam such large calibers in his gut, then they had to be able to come out to his butt just as well. Maybe it was just a question of training... After supper he took an apple to his room. He went into his bathroom, lay down on the carpet and examined his ass with the make-up mirror. He had never seen his asshole so big. Thick and swollen red, his sphincter muscle was blooming between his ass cheeks. When he tensed the muscle, it retracted into his butt - but when he relaxed it immediately spilled out again and pushed his butt cheeks apart. Peter got up to put an old towel under his butt. Then he put himself in position again with the make-up mirror. This time he pushed gently as if he wanted to poop - his sphincter swelled thickly and pushed out so far between his ass cheeks that an opening formed in it lengthwise which was filled by his swelling intestinal mucosa. Some brownish mucus oozed out and ran over the muscle. He felt over it with his hand - the first touch hurt, then it gave way to pulsing arousing warmth. He pushed his finger inside and immediately felt reminded of his fuck with Matthew. Should he start training right now...? He fetched the apple, it was a thick, juicy green Granny Smith. Its smoothness had awakened ideas in Peter that were far from food. Carefully he pulsed the stem and removed the hard petals. Now the fruit was so smooth that it couldn't scratch anywhere. He lay down again on the towel and put the mirror up so that he could see his hole well. He pushed out his sphincter - it was bulging thickly into the gap between his butt-cheeks. Peter held the apple next to it and found that it was not yet thick enough. He squeezed again and sure enough, his hole grew even fatter. A juicy gap opened up in the middle - instantly intestinal mucus oozed out. Peter pressed the apple against the opening and turned it so that the mucus spread over the surface. Then he pressed and at the same time pushed the apple against his opening hole. He felt the coldness of the apple on his mucous membrane as the fruit slowly sank into the gaping opening. However, it didn't want to go in completely without resistance. Further in, there still was a constriction. He pressed harder against the apple and squeezed again as if he desperately wanted to poop. The pain became a burning sensation but Peter did not give up. The apple slowly slid deeper into the funnel of his battered sphincter - then everything happened very quickly - he felt a short twinge in his ass and then the apple sank almost by itself into his intestine and was no longer felt. Would it come out again? Peter tried to push it out again - the green of the apple became visible in his asshole, but that was all he could do. He pushed again, harder - the apple pushed the hole apart, but slipped back in when he stopped. Maybe it was because of the position. Peter squatted over the towel and pressed again - now it was coming out. There was a short moment of panic in his hole, then the apple fell on the towel - his cock had swollen big again by the pressure and twitched appealingly. That wasn't bad - Peter was thinking of refinement. He took his toothbrush cup and placed it upside down on the towel, on top of it he placed the now neatly slippery apple. Carefully he put his rear sight on the apple and pressed his body against the apple. This time it slid in more easily and disappeared into Peter's rectum with a slippery sound. Peter pressed it out again - as the apple slid past his prostate his cock twitched again. He hadn't changed the position of the butt much - so the apple slid right onto the toothbrush cup and he was able to push it right back in. As soon as it was in he pushed it out again. The passage went more and more effortlessly and the stimulus on his prostate made him more and more horny - so he started to jerk off while he fucked himself with the apple. The movement didn't go as fast as Matthew had rammed him, but so fast that Peter almost forgot everything around him during his action. His breath went faster and faster and his jerking became wilder. In the middle of the action he had the idea: why take the apple when he had something much better? He shoved the apple into his hole one more time and then stood up. With his butt cheeks pressed together, he hurried to his room to get his satchel -- by doing that he noticed that he had forgotten to lock his bathroom door! He grabbed the bag with the turd and ran back into the bathroom - this time he locked the door properly. He lay down on his back so that he could see his rear sight in the make-up mirror. As soon as he spread his legs he saw the apple peeking out of his hole. He took the turd out of the bag - it was not quite as thick as the apple, but much longer. Its surface had become dry in the meantime. He wondered if it will work out that way. Just the thought of the afternoon made him quickly as horny again that he forgot his doubts. He pushed the apple out - with a slippery sound it slid effortlessly through his sphincter this time. He pressed again hard so that some mucus squeezed out of his hole - he caught it with his hand and rubbed it carefully on the turd sausage so that it was slippery everywhere. Then he put the tip of the sausage against his hole and pressed his bowels out hard. At the same time, he carefully pushed the tip in. Cold and hard it rubbed over his mucous skin. That was a little uncomfortable - otherwise it slid into his bowels quite easily. When he had it halfway in, he encountered resistance - he pushed a little harder but it wouldn't go in any further. Maybe something has to expand inside first.... Peter slowly started to fuck his gaping hole with the hard sausage - with his other hand he jerked his twitching dick. Repeatingly he pressed as if he wanted to shit the sausage out, but pushed it emphatically into his intestine at the same time. This intensified the feeling in his dick enormously. He realized that it wouldn't be long before he came and pushed the sausage harder into his ass - all at once it turned around it's own axis and then slid almost effortlessly into his intestine - inside there had been a brief stabbing pain that disappeared just as quickly as it had come. Only the end was still peeking a bit out of his gaping, twitching hole. He straightened up and sat back down on the toothbrush cup. He began to ride the cup, fucking the sausage bit by bit deeper into his gut - it felt so intense! He jerked himself now as hard as he could in his dicks root itched harder and harder. His orgasm almost knocked him out! Thick and knotty the sperm poured out of his glands while he twitched all over his body and sank with his butt on the toothbrush cup. His sphincter closed tightly twitching around the cup. Suddently there was a knock on the door, 'Peter are you getting ready for bed?' his mother made her check! - 'yes, mom! - I'm just on the toilet, then I'll brush my teeth,' Peter tried to sound as normal as possible as you can you have a toothbrush cup stuck in your asshole and there's a big puddle of thick sperm flakes on the floor in front of you.... He waited a moment, then carefully stood up and pulled out the cup. With a smacing sound it slid out of his hole. He felt with his finger into the wet gaping opening - the sausage was now back in so far that it didn't touch the sphincter from the inside. Highly pleased with himself, Peter pinched his asshole closed - of course it wouldn't close completely immediately after that action. As he brushed his teeth, it kept oozing slimy-moist between his ass cheeks. Carefully he washed the slime from his ass cheeks and his sphincter. His pajamas were in his room in bed. Carefully he opened the door and listened - the air was clean. He quickly hurried to the bed and slipped into his pants - then into his top as well and lay down in bed. His asshole still itched neatly and the fat shit sausage stuck somehow inappropriately in his intestine - he still felt it like a foreign object in his belly - at some point he had fallen asleep. The next morning, his pajama pants stuck uncomfortably to his sphincter - mucus had still come out during the night and the terry cloth naturally soaked it up. Carefully, he pulled the fabric off his skin. It stung a bit on his sphincter, but no skin clung to the fabric. He got ready for the day - not without inspecting his ass in the bathroom. His sphincter was no longer so enormously thick and red and had retracted between his ass cheeks. As he felt with his finger he noticed inside the turd sitting close to his hole - that's how he had imagined it.... He met Matthew for the way to school. - 'Well, how are you?' he wanted to know. - 'I feel fine,' Peter answered, 'it just burns a little bit...' - 'have you got the turd with you?' - 'Yeah, of course!' - 'where is it?' - 'I put it back where it came from last night,' Peter grinned. - 'you did WHAT???' Matthew gaped, stunned. - 'I shoved it back up my butt - I thought that was the best way to store it.' - 'and that just went like that? - didn't that hurt?' - 'it wasn't quite that easy - I stretched my asshole with an apple first...' - 'with an apple?!' - 'yes, this one,' Peter opened his satchel and took out the apple - he had washed it after the action and packed it for school. - 'You sure picked a big one,' Matthew still couldn't believe it. He had never thought of shoving an object up his ass. - Yes, I wanted to practice so that it wouldn't hurt so much the next time I pooped - when I got the apple well into my hole, I suddenly had the idea of the sausage. - '...and then you stuck it up your ass...?' - yes, I wanted to take it to school and I found that no one would find it in me...' - 'unless he's looking in your ass...' - 'What are you going to do with it in school?' - I'm going to shit it in the boys' room and then wait in the next cubicle during the break to see what happens. - 'I'd like to be there with you,' - 'if we go faster then I'll have time to poop it before class - it's already pressing hard in my butt.' - 'okay, let's go faster then...' There wasn't really much going on in the boys' room before class. They slipped into the cubicle where Matthew had pooped out his monster sausage back then. Peter took off his pants, stood with his feet on the edge of the toilet and squatted down. So Matthew could watch well and the sausage would fall where it would usually come to rest after pooping. - 'make it quick, we only have ten minutes,' Matthew looked nervously at his watch. Peter reached between his legs and pointed his dick down into the toilet. Then he got a strained look on his face. Dark, intensely smelling piss splashed into the toilet bowl in a thick stream. When the stream stopped, Matthew saw that Peter's asshole was already swollen and bulging outward. Peter pressed again, 'something is wrong...' - 'what's wrong?' Matthew wanted to know. - 'it's pressing hard against my hole from the inside but it won't move,' he tensed his face and his asshole swelled even thicker. His hemorrhoids pushed out and blocked the opening - a fart crawled past them and instantly it stank pathetically. - 'Why don't you grab your arms around your belly and push them in hard next time.' Peter did as Matthew advised him and pressed again - the trick with the arms seemed to work. His hole pushed out even further - it was now hanging out of his ass for sure two inches. Thick and bulbous, his hemorrhoids pushed over the edge of his sphincter - the biggest one of all hung out of the hole like the beginning of a thick wiener. In the middle of them, an opening slowly formed from which the turd sausage pushed its way out. Peter took a short breath so that he could keep pushing - the sausage slipped back into his ass. Desperately he took another run - he pushed as hard as he could now. His head turned red as he pressed with his eyes squeezed shut and his arms squeezed his belly. Now came the sausage - his asshole had pushed out even further and his fat swollen hemorrhoids rimmed the monolith like a ruff made flesh. Slowly the poop pushed its way out into the open. Matthew knelt the whole time in front of the toilet bowl and kneaded his pants in the crotch - the sight was just too hot! When Peter took another breath the movement faltered briefly, then it pushed out further. The turd was covered in slime - otherwise it looked exactly the same as the first time. With a dull thud she fell into the toilet bowl and remained lying crosswise in it. It reached from one edge of the bowl to the other. Peter groaned in relief, 'Man, that was hard todo...' He took another breath and squeezed again for a moment - a fat fart oozed wetly from his bowels and pushed out a few more small pieces along with it. Then Peter carefully wiped his ass and quickly put on his pants. They arranged for the big break in the toilet - depending on who comes earlier would occupy the neighboring cabin and wait for the other. He should then knock three times. Peter closed the toilet cubicle with his pocket knife - after all, everything should still be there for the big break. They had waited anxiously for the first three hours to pass. Peter had the shorter way to the toilet - he was there before Matthew and unlocked the cubicle with the giant sausage. Then he slipped into the next stall. He was just about to turn around and close the door, when Matthew slipped in too, quickly closed the door and locked it. There they stood, waiting anxiously. They did not have to wait long. A boy opened the door of the neighboring cabin and went in - then they both heard that someone in the neighboring cabin took a deep breath and then hastily closed the door. Who could it be? Matthew was the lighter of the two - he carefully climbed onto the cistern to peek over the edge of the cabin. Peter got down on his knees and looked under the partition wall to the next room. The boy in the next cubicle was standing in front of the toilet and had dropped his pants. His legs were moving as if he would go down on his knees and then stand up again. Then he apparently jerked off - his legs wobbled in a fast rhythm. Finally his muscles cramped and he twisted his feet so that he was only standing on the outer edge. Some sperm slapped the floor next to the partition. Then the boy sat down on the toilet as if he wanted to shit. He clasped his lower legs with his arms and tensed his body, moaning softly - the voice seemed somehow familiar to Peter. When the bell rang, the boy stood up, sucked in his breath, and carefully slipped out of the stall. Matthew climbed back down from the cistern. - 'Say, what did you see?" Peter immediately wanted to know. - 'I'll tell you on the way home - it would take too long now!' Matthew was also very excited. While parting, Peter quickly slipped back into the cubicle to see what the boy had done there - his shit was now lying differently in the toilet and a thick, dark shit cone the size of a cola can had joined it.... When the bell sounded for the big break Frank felt that it was time to poop. When he had gotten up in the morning he had ignored that feeling just like he had done it the last few mornings. As he sat in class, however, the pressure in his ass had returned. He was quite distracted from lessons when a wave of his peristalsis pushed the column of feces firmly against the sphincter from the inside so that it pushed outward against the seat of his chair. If he had been sitting on a toilet seat, the poop load would have come out right away, but this way he could stand the feeling of pressure in his butt. Until the break, the pressure became increasingly intense. It pressed longer and harder against his asshole and it quietly pushed one or the other fart past his poop to the outside. So he decided to go to the john during the break to do his big business - he noticed with pride that the last time he had shit was a week ago. In the john you could always find a few nice leftovers of other students or sitting in the cubicle listening to the sounds from the neighboring cubicles - pooping in school was much more fun than at home. Imagining the boys' faces and their assholes when they squeezed their shit into the bowl made him instantly randy. He took a booth in the middle of the row - the neighboring booth was already occupied. Maybe there was something nice to eavesdrop from there. When he pushed open the cabin door, it almost took his breath away. In the toilet bowl lay a giant shit sausage - it lay thick as his forearm across in an arc from one edge to the other in the bowl. There were also a few hard nuggets but the giant sausage was the biggest thing he had found there in a long time. His cock was already swelling in his pants - he quickly closed the door behind him. Hastily he opened his pants and pulled them down - in his ass his shit was already pushing the hole open but this was more important now. Quickly he bent down and took one of the poop balls lying on top in his hand. The angular texture felt arousing - he began to jerk off while sliding it through his hand and sniffing it carefully. There was almost no water in the toilet bowl - he wondered if he could lift the fat sausage too? He put the nugget back into the bowl, pulled up his T-shirt and rolled it up so that it hung on the top of his chest - he bent down to the fat sausage. He had to take it with both hands to lift it out of the bowl - it was enormously heavy. In one place it was a bit wet - he tore toilet paper from the roll and patted it dry. He leaned his upper body back and pressed the sausage onto his stomach. It pressed heavily against his skin while he imagined how it would feel to have something so fat in his belly. He jerked off again while holding the sausage on his belly with his other hand and feeling over its surface. It felt smooth, although he could see that it was made of several twisted sausages - 'like a fat, brown candy cane' it went through his head. He almost licked it... How long would it take the boy who had pooped it to poop such a thing? The last time he had pooped was seven days ago and his shit was already pressing firmly against his sphincter - he could feel it bulging out clearly between his ass cheeks. But it didn't come out because he was jerking off and tensing his asshole. Man, that would be great if I could shit that big, too,' he thought as he imagined how the asshole must have been stretched for the boy as he struggled to get the thing out. The turd filled almost the entire surface of his belly - the boy must have gotten an enormously fat belly from his poop. I wonder if it was one of the upperclassmen or one of the younger ones? His younger brother Joey also had a big belly from time to time - it was always just before he took a dump. He never let him watch. But even for him the sausage would have been too fat. It didn't even fit through the drain pipe. If Joey would poop like that, it would have been noticed at home long ago. Even though he had never seen Joey's butt while he was shitting, he now imagined how such a fat sausage would squeeze out of his brothers ass and how strained his face would look. The earthy smell of the giant sausage rose to his nose. Together with the pressure of his shit against his own asshole, he could no longer hold back his orgasm. During the cumshot, the sausage almost slipped out of his hand - he had trouble keeping it on his belly and spread his cum all over the cabin walls. He wansn't yet done with his orgasm as his own shit pushed his hole out and the ass cheeks apart. Hastily he put the giant sausage back and quickly sat down on the toilet seat - unpleasantly slippery he felt his sperm hanging on the toilet seat. His poop was thick and hard as often - he bent forward and embraced his knees to be able to press better. He had to struggle for a moment, then the sausage slid out of his wide-spread butt and fell into the bowl with the other poop. Just in time, because the bell was already ringing for class. Frank pulled up his pants and and surveyed his poop. His sausage was a dark brown cylindrical lump - about the size of a cola can - that's what his poop usually looked like. Satisfied, he slipped out of the booth. Peter could hardly wait for school to end. When the last lesson was finally over, he was in a hurry to get to the school gate. A little later Matthew arrived. - 'Come on, tell me, what did you see?' Peter was hardly to be held - 'just when I looked over the cabin wall he had pulled down his pants and was fondling on his dick...' - 'does he have a big one?' - 'I think it's the same size as yours - maybe a little fatter'. - 'what did he do then?' - 'he took one of your hunks in his hand - the ones that came out after the sausage.' - 'really? What did he do with it?' - 'he kneaded it in his hand and smelled it while he jerked off.' - 'And then he squirted...' - 'no, then he put the lump back and took your sausage up...' - 'did that work well? Peter stared at Matthew with wide eyes. - 'he needed both hands to get it up - then he leaned back and pressed it against his bare belly with one hand and stroked it.' - 'a real pig...' - 'yeah, pretty much - then he squirted all over the cabin.' - 'but he must have pooped too,' - 'he then quickly put your sausage back and sat on the pot. When he pooped, he bent over and hugged his knees.' - 'I could see that from below...' - 'his sausage then came out pretty quickly - it was already peeking out a bit when he sat down...' - 'it looked pretty good.' - 'yes, I think so too,' Matthew thought... In the meantime they had arrived at Peter's home - their mother had cooked lunch for them - there was cauliflower with potatoes and meat. Afterwards they went to Peter's room - this time with the firm intention to actually study for math. For two hours this worked quite well - then Peter ripped a properly fart. - 'Man! That sure stinks!' Matthew wrinkled his nose. - 'I always fart after cauliflower,' Peter grinned, 'don't you?' - 'Now that you mention it,' Matthew made a pinched face, then it rattled in his pants, too. - 'I'd like to see your asshole when you fart,' - 'I get to look first,' Matthew determined - math was signed off. Peter went over to his old chair, pulled down his pants and slid down on the seat so far that his butt hung over the edge. With bent legs he presented Matthew his butt. - Come on, there's another one waiting,' he proclaimed. Matthew slid on his knees to Peter's rear end. This time he didn't need to spread the ass cheeks to see the asshole - it was still so swollen that it stuck out between his buttocks like two thick lips. - 'ready?' Peter wanted to know. - 'let come...' Peter's sphincter twitched briefly - then it pushed out a bit between his cheeks - Peter slowly pushed out a humming fart. - 'that looked great -- is there another one?' Matthew asked - 'now it's all out for now - do you maybe have one for me?' - 'but then you have to be very nice to my ass...' Matthew pulled down his pants and they changed places. Matthew pinched his hole extra tight. Only a thin slit was visible where Matthew asshole was in his brown rear trench. Peter knew what Matthew wanted from him - immediately he started to lick him on the asshole. Matthew relaxed and his asshole pushed out a bit - an incentive for Peter to suck on it and push his tongue inside. Matthew had the whole bowel full of gas - he tried to delay the moment when he had to let it out as long as possible. He relaxed his sphincter so Peter could get in easier and pushed lightly. He knew that it triggered Peter when his hole bulged out and for him it meant that he felt more intensely what Peter was doing with his tongue. Peter had just really sucked on his asshole and pushed his tongue as far into Matthew' sphincter as he could, so Matthew couldn't hold his gas in any longer. He pushed his hole out a little more and the fart squeezed around Peter's tongue into his mouth. The stench was enormous for Peter - to feel the mucous membrane around his tongue swell and push further into his mouth at the same time was a huge thrill for him. Peter sucked even harder and tried to see if his tongue couldn't get a little longer. Matthew hadn't let it all out yet and pushed again. His asshole pushed thickly over Peter's tongue into his mouth until it was finally so far that a fat fart hummed in Peter's mouth. - 'I want a longer tongue,' he complained as he pushed off Matthew' asshole. - 'You can stick something longer in,' Matthew grinned. Peter didn't let him say that twice. He slipped all the way out of his pants and put his cock to Matthews now fat swollen hole. He pushed his cock in without having to overcome much resistance. Matthew pushed against it at the same time - soft, warm intestinal mucosa surrounded Peter's cock. This was a lot better than jerking off! Peter pushed his cock into Matthew' swollen asshole a few times, hitting the prostate with each thrust - Matthew loved it and pushed a little harder to intensify the sensation. Around Peter's cock another fat fart pushed out - the vibrating on his cock brought him precariously close to his climax. A few thrusts later, he was moaning and spurting his cum into Matthew' intestinal folds. It took him a moment to recover. - 'and now?' Matthew was still jerking himself around, - 'wait a minute...' Peter pulled his cock out of Matthew' asshole - As if a plug was pulled out another fart rattled out of the thick swollen hole. Peter licked over it again - it looked just too juicy to ignore! Then Peter climbed on Matthew and sat on his cock - slowly he started to ride it while alternately contracting and squeezing out his hole. Matthew grabbed Peter's ass with both hands and closed his eyes. Peter rode faster - he felt in his ass that Matthew's cock was getting harder - besides, gas had accumulated again. Peter tried to push it out. In several spurts the fart pressed out around Peter's cock. Then Peter pinched his hole tightly shut again -- that made Matthew shaking all over, then he moaned and his cock jerked tightly in Peter's gut - hugging him tightly as he did so. For a moment they stayed like that lying on each other - then they kissed. - We should study math together more often,' Peter said. - 'I think so too,' They got off each other and got dressed again. - 'there is still a lot of room in your ass...' - 'yes, it will still take a while until I have to poop.' - You still have a lot of time before you can poop,' Peter grinned, 'you still have twenty-four days to go. - Matthew secretly cursed that he had the idea with the dices. - I'm really curious to see what will be stored up until then...' - It's going to be huge,' Matthew predicted, even though he wasn't sure if he could do it. - Well, if not, I'll think of something nice for you,' Peter grinned, 'we're not going away for Easter, so you can always meet me if things get tight. - 'that's nice,' Matthew screwed up his face, 'over Easter my mother and I are going to my grandparents for a week - they always try to fatten me up.' - 'then it will be really exciting for you...' The time until the Easter vacations passed quickly. Some schoolwork was due, so that the two had more to learn than time for a meeting. From time to time Matthew wondered if he would manage his part of the bet, but until the last day of school his belly had only grown a little bit thicker. He didn't feel any poop in his butt yet. Despite his studying, Peter had spent the time leading up to the easter vacations working out in the evenings. He had made it a habit to train his sphincter with apples. By now he couldn't just shove one apple up his ass - he easily managed three fat apples. Then he rode on his toothbrush cup and forced the apples deeper into his intestine, so that he could pack another one to it. Besides the horny feeling of having his bowels filled to bursting, it also made him horny that he knew exactly how full his bowels were at that moment. Then he pushed his load apple for apple out again and jerked on it while he imagined that it was thick lumps of shit - or maybe even horse apples. He wondered if he should shove these up his ass? But he would certainly never get to the stallions manure - as close as he could watch the stallion shitting, the fence made sure he couldn't get to the poop...