soda

"Shite....she's back guys..."

   The tone in the athlete's voice was anything but pleasant, once he spied those crimson locks bob into view. It was noon within the park, the sun poised directly overhead in a cloudless sky, and though it had seemed like perfect weather for a game of rugby..

No game would ever be played this day.

  As soon as the dragon started making her way along the path adjacent to the field, the match was called off in an instant. Not a single soul could ever hope to maintain their concentration with the distraction they were in for. There wasn't an individual among them who could stand her alluring charm; all had become well accustomed to her antics by now, and none would dare risk continuing play with a raging hardon after last time. For better or for worse, all eyes were on Yaita as she made her rounds for the 3rd time this week: sauntering along at the same time, same spot, and with the same lack of clothing to her immaculate form.

   To any newcomer, the sight of her jogging was a striking one, to say the least. Bouncing. Jiggling. Every section of the mango-pineapple flavored dragon seemed to carry some kind of comforting, motherly softness. Every square centimeter of her figure was sensually svelte and smooth, perfectly capturing the look of a well-endowed MILF (ignoring the masculine tool stiffly jutting from her crotch). There was such a harmonic balance to Yaita's current shape in terms of internal composure. Taut, sinewy musculature was smothered at all ends by rich, smooth padding that seemed to simply beg for a grope. The contours of her glutes shown true against the rich, pliable layer of adipose quaking upon her bubble butt, and visibly flexed whenever her cheeks grinded against one another. Such a figure idled along as her calves tensed and kept her shuffling along. At a brisk pace, her every movement seemed to convey the same sense of peaceful nirvana. She exhaled audibly as her pace steadily slowed.

   Rounding the hill at a diminishing jog, she was seen wearing the same set of unruly, untied sneakers (that had certainly seen better days) , along with her trademark reading glasses. From beneath these spectacles, two pupils shone with a color to them like the deep sea, gazing forth with unparalleled beauty. Her stare alone conveyed a sense of sincerity and calmness, acting as a sharp contrast to the current state of her throbbing male tool and breathtaking appearance. While most individuals in this world use hobbies, social events, and clubs to fill their time, Yaita filled the void so by running in the nude. To allow her body to breathe and feel alive from the tip of her tingling tail to her defined abs , was enough for her to feel at ease. It got her blood pumping and her heart beating to be free from burden and from uncomfortable attire. No top would ever constricted her motherly jugs nor any skirt to hold back her heavenly ass. She allowed her breasts to freely, viscously wobble much like supple platters of creamy pudding, sending flecks of sweat off the ends of each rosy-pink nip every so often. Similarly, there wasn't an undergarment in existence that could contain her formidable member, nor that heft shelf of a squeezable, compact ass. Juicy and oversized in every regard of the word, Yaita's girthy erection maintained its stiffness even when she slowed down her pace and came to a halt. She still seemed to reverberate along those curves and full-figured shape whilst taking a breather.

        Much to the audible chagrin of those attending the game, Yaita would find herself worn out to a heightened degree after such an exertion. She panted and heaved as her fatigue caught up with her. Her body winced and seemed to be soaked in its own effervescent perspiration. The crowd of players looked on with a shared sense of morbid curiosity.


"Fuck is she really going to..."
"Again? There's no cha-"
"Look!!"


   Yaita assumed the position, and mooned all without a hint of shame. Her asscheeks parted. Her tail kept itself held upright in the air. The crease of her rump was so obvious that all could perfectly make out her ass from any distance upon the field, as each plushy buttock spread itself ever so slightly before her twitching. sweat-steamed backdoor. Between each sunlight-yellow asscheek, her cream colored tennisball-shaped testes nestled themselves against the warm confines of her soaked thighs. Her cock drooped downwards and sprinkled the grass with one or two droplets of sweat cascading down its rigid length. To the players, she was practically presenting her tightened pucker like a whorish gutterslut, yet in Yaita's mind, she was merely stretching. Bent over and ass-out, Yaita nonchalantly took this time to enjoy herself. Shifting her weight, touching her toes, she even crossed her arms behind her neck whilst fully oblivious to the awestruck audience behind her. By this point, it seemed as though she never once considered how the players felt about a juicy dragon shemale showing off her goods.

She'd not go one more day without recognizing the crowd.

"Never again."

*SSSCHHHLLPRRPP*


   2 liters of soda drove itself down the dead center of Yaita's spread hole, as soon as the team captain had gotten himself within range of her sizable rear. He never hesitated when it came to dishing out her just desserts. For Yaita, there was no escaping her fate. She couldn't even breathe properly as the shock of having the container jab itself down her ass, spearing her like a howitzer shell that had landed its target. The broad shape slammed down her rear with merciless gusto, lodging itself inside deep as carbonated beverage started to drizzle itself down her bowels, and instinctively causing both her toes and tail to curl. Testosterone flushed through her sac as her dick rose for the occasion, gyrating in the air all on its own to the sudden anal bombardment. Her spread ass provided the most amount of ease possible for the task, being eagerly stuffed to the brim with the fully-filled plastic container after the initial dive. The force and fury behind the insertion helped completely bottom it out within her; she was stuffed so completely that she couldn't even form a comprehensible sentence. While the cylindrical shape of the sides touched every nerve that it deftly slid against, the very tip of the uncapped end was buried against the side of her anal walls, and it leaking. Its fuming contents practically sizzled itself against her pudgy ass, as every bubbly swath swallowed by her ass only gave her that much more of a bellybloat. She could feel it flow into her, just as all around her could see with their very eyes. The teammates snickered and ribbed one another whilst gazing upon her swelling midsection, as they gave no sense of comfort during the whirlpool of cola swirling itself deep inside her. Though they had all lost their only source of drink for the day, it all was worth it in the end to see Yaita squirm and suck it down with her lap-filling ass.

"Chug..."
"..chug..":
"CHUG!"

*slorshh*


  It didn't take long before Yaita's act of humiliation was utterly compounded by her onlookers. Their brutish treatment of her poor posterior coupled with the harsh jeers and snickers had her ears burning. Her gaze could only roll back into her skull as she felt a palm grab the end of the soda bottle -tilting it ever so slightly upwards so that the tip prodded itself deeper into her soft innards. She was nearly crying at this point. Half of the soda bottle had disappeared and bulged out her tummy, and there was still plenty more to scrub over her g-spot. Warm, and unnatural feeling, the acidic nature of the sudsy brew had Yaita nearly foaming at the mouth as it hose down her ass from the inside out. It was like a sticky, unwelcome bath of sugary lube, one which had her squirming even while she struggled to maintain her balance. A deplorable sensation which seemed to coat every inch of her innards it touched during her public imbibement, it leaked out the edges of her ruined rearend. She couldn't clench her hole even if she tried anymore, as it spread itself all along the outer edge of the submerged bottle. Any attempts to push it out before it had a chance to fully unload within her proved utterly fruitless; she managed only to ever so slightly prairie-dog the container in and out, acting as entertainment for all as her cock throbbed like hell. With every additional ounce that penetrated and swirled itself inside her, Yaita's girth was much more turned on. She had no control over her own manhood, and with her usually serene disposition, she had no way of removing the bottle whatsoever.

It was empty by the end of the minute.

   Yaita's balls squeezed tightly against one another, as she practically pissed sperm in a straight column down below. Her voice came out hoarse and haggard as she practically howled into the air. She had been filled beyond her limits with the frothy mix, giving her a predominantly preggers appearance to herself. Yaita's belly hung obscenely outwards and downards, stuffed and sloshing to the absolute brim with her weighted sudsy intake, and looking as though she had just acquired an entire stablesworth of semen inside her tush as a result.  Remnants of carbonated froth speckled the exterior of her anus and fizzled against her sensitive, stretched hole. The same sort of residue lazily  ebbed into her ass, with 99% of cola having been fully funneled down her worn shithole in the short time it took to plug her up. Her trembling anus tensed up around the sides, hugging the now-hollow bottle so hard that the sounds of plastic buckling in upon itself filled the air, echoing all about as her cheeks filled with blush. Among the sounds of her sloorshing tum, her orgasm came fast, and seemed to last for ages, splurting seed all over the grass like ropes of thick yoghurt.

"Wow, I think she's actually getting off on this!"

	She was utterly subservient to those around her by this point. From her mouth came incomprehensible baby babble as their palms started to play with her outstretched abdomen. So overstuffed was she, that every set of fingers which touched her belly seemed to illicit a response form her, tingling her skin and sending her head reeling backwards on command. One by one, their hands fell upon her. Hoisting her overstuffed, oversaturated belly upwards and then letting go, watching her gut shake and shimmy from side to side like a vat filled to bursting, while countless more explored all that she had to offer. Her balls were manhandled and yanked upon like tender fruit being judged for bruises, just as her cock was jerked at and tugged upon like a throbbing plaything at all ends. Yaita had no way of stopping herself, as she came on command with erection held firmly by the lot; several sets of hands guided themselves along her fleshy asset as they experienced her every ejaculation coursing through her. They could feel every surge pulsing through her rod. Experiencing her every skipped heartbeat as her veiny mast spewed itself her own gurgling gut, thanks to how her cock was being pointed and aimed towards her bellybutton in an effort to effectively glaze that living cola-vat over. The sudsy foam popping and bubbling inside her warmed midsection had her eyelids fluttering and her mind on edge. Her legs weakly began to go out beneath as her strength was sapped from her form, first slowly at first, then rapid enough that she came crashing down in a sweaty heap. The force of her gut so filled, so mind boggling overstuffed with brew , hitting the topsoil with the full force of her body behind it, had her seeing stars. Her gag reflex activated and her nipples stuck out like rubbery sextoys upon the ends of her breasts. She was prone and positively hating it, as the sloshing fizz from within violently assaulted her every nook and cranny. By the end of things, the carefree dragon would surely have learned her face, sporting a listless expression still dripping with bronzed softdrink out the edge of her mouth and from one of her nostrils. The bottle would be empty and stuck deep within her ass, refusing to eject itself after so long inside her, and acting somewhat as a final depraved testament to her nature as a glutton for easy punishment; the tip still dipping against her prostate , and forcing the ring of durable plastic right to her g-spot. Such a sensation had her nearly blinded by lust. Even as she was brought to the ground, cheek against the dirt, she felt up like a washed up sea creature upon the shore as she was poked and prodded on all sides. She belted out shots of seed almost every few seconds as her filled figure was toyed with and teased. She couldn't stop herself any longer: the soda and bottle were putting pressure on her body at both ends, and it got had her painting the ground white for all to see and gleefuly record. For them, she was their game for the day.