Molly's rumbling stomach shook in her hands. The fat folds turning as she emptied herself on the beach. Her eyes stayed shut with her trunk in the air as her mouth made an O letting out the long sigh of relief that only accompanied takeing an over due shit.
She didn't notice her stomach bulging further outward rising like fresh dough on a hot day! It already reached her mountainous knees before this happened, now it spilled to the sides and upwards taking her fat sagging breasts with them. The pressure within only released faster and harder beneath her. the ocean's tide cleaning her up in the process, lifting and carrying the mess out to sea as a brown cloud in the dark water. The fact that this particular movement wasn't ending did nothing to shake her from the bliss of releasing a huge steaming pile beneath herself.
It didn't stop, more and more of... I couldn't bring myself to even think the word. It just kept comeing, like swimming up a waterfall, only with your mouth wide open and being forced further every second. It seemed imposable! "I should be dead!" I thought. "I should be suffocating, choking, drowning, crushed, or melting! But I just keeps going inside me!"
God the heat, the squishy molten paste should have dissolved me by now! What is going on and why isn't Molly trying to help me!?