Stay Hydrated: A Pride month PSA!

Lukas whimpered as he sashayed through the crowd, eyes instantly drawn to him. He felt so exposed, it'd been his first time doing something like this, something so raw, so visceral, so undeniably... sexual. Sure, he'd had his fair share of flings, not being a stranger to the bedroom, or even to being passed around at parties... but this was on a whole different level. He'd gone out, not even wearing shoes, the only part of his body vaguely covered being his genitals, packed tightly into a tiny little inverted chastity cage, technically making his cock negative in terms of length... He blushed a little as he walked, catching curious, shocked, and even excited glances as he shouldered through the dense crowd of that year's pride parade, his tail flicking and waving about, constantly wrapping itself around him, the catboy having to make a concerted effort to not cover his assets, reminding himself that he was in so deep that there was no sense in hiding anything now.

As he slowly curled his tail around himself, using this position to hike it up, he shook his butt, his glorious bubbly cheeks softly clapping and jiggling together, clad with obviously smeared and groped on paint. His outfit was a delicious communal creation made by all the men who couldn't help but cop a feel, the kitty more than happy to let them get a generous handful of his assets, his sculpted body soft and squishy in all the right places, firm and tender in the rest. Even now while shuffling through the crowd he'd occasionally feel his paints smeared as fellow parade-goers would reach up to pinch, squeeze, and grope his body while he'd pass them, eliciting deliciously soft effeminate squeaks from the cat. His balls sat swaying below his butt, held tightly by the ring of his chastity cage and occasionally yanked on, pushing a particularly noisy reaction from the cat, who loved it all the same.

He'd been looking throughout the crowd, seeking somebody just right to put his little plan into action with. His belly had been gurgling and roiling the entire time, groaning and squeezing tautly around its contents, visible bulges running along the deliciously chiseled swimmer-body he so effortlessly pulled off, sweat running over them from his chest as they shifted from his walking, more keen observers of the crowd squeezing them, only to be met by solid cylindrical shapes, some of them lucky enough to push the objects in such a way that, if not for the loud celebrations of the crowd, they could hear a soft groaning "Clink!" emit from the kitty's belly. He'd packed himself tightly, perhaps a little too tightly... not that the serval was exactly worried about stuck objects, he'd long since foregone thoughts like that after he felt the first can squeeze past his sigmoidal bend and into his descending colon, completely abandoning the line if thinking after feeling it manage to go so deep as his ascending colon...

His ass was lined with cool slick drinks, softly clanking and bumping into each other as every little step, wiggle, and even so much as slight movement caused the contents of his stretched intestines to shift in the strangest mix of pleasure and discomfort, always eliciting a soft sigh or moan from Lukas. He continued through the crowd, whimpering as he felt his squishy butthole squeeze and purse around the bottom of the last soda can he'd pressed in, reasoning that he'd managed to fit something like thirteen cans in his guts... not that he'd exactly kept count after he got four in, he just remembered completely emptying the 12-pack he'd bought, having to softly raise up, shivering and trembling as he went to open another. It was water under the bridge now... or he supposed sodas under his tail? He'd lost the analogy a while ago, paying the funny thought no mind as he continued scanning faces, eventually spotting a particularly tired looking feline. The person's face was totally red, their lids drooped a bit as they panted, the heat of the thronging crowd obviously getting to them as sweat seemed to pour down their face. The serval kitty smirked, this was his chance.

He slowly approached the feline, staring up at him, the crowd managing to part a little between the two, giving room for full focus to draw to the feline. His hips bobbed side to side as his tail playfully flicked about, his gravid belly clenching and tightening around its contents, making all the more obvious the bulges within, so tightly packed that there was hardly any room for them to budge. The person looked to the kitty questioningly, their face reddening a little as they spotted the evident lack of clothes on Lukas, who quickly spoke up, "Hey there dude! I was just noticing that like... you look super tired and overheated..." As he spoke he flicked his hair to the side, sweat rolling down his soft supple chest, a little smile drawing on his lips as he looked up at the person, "You, like, totally need a drink! Here dude, I've got you covered!" He punctuated his sentence by turning, making the cat's jaw go slack as he very obviously presented his assets, bending forward and arching his back as he tilted his pelvis, his fat butt gloriously wobbling as his sweaty balls swung under it, everything around this region excessively well oiled and coated in a generous helping of the kitty's own sweat.

Softly he reached a hand down as he coiled his tail around his soft pillowy squishy thighs, purring lightly as a few crowd members who'd noticed the interaction began to watch, excitedly hooting, some even drawing out their phones to take what video they could, shuffling past other paraders to catch the moment. Slowly the cat jugged up one of his big squishy mounds, his mountain of an ass jiggling hypnotically, managing to steal the parched feline's attention. He sat like this for a moment, swinging and shaking his fat rump, every little clap of his cheeks as they spread and slammed back together eliciting a delicious ripple from the center spreading over the rest of his rear, goosebumps rising on the kitty as he shivered, feeling so deliciously excited and exposed. He panted gently as he slowly pushed, whimpering from the strain of it as he felt the can grind against the soft pink flesh of his sphincter, the tight little ring that'd fully contracted, it having long since been hours since he'd done all the stretching necessary to get the cans into his clogged guts in the first place...

He groaned, squeezing and shaking his fat wobbly haunches impatiently as his butthole spasmed and tensed, seemingly synched shut. "So much for casually laying it..." The kitty thought to himself, his tongue pushing out of his mouth as he stepped one leg to the side, the movement spreading his rear a little, the distended rounded-out shape of his butthole, pressed outward by the big solid object within, helping to spread his butt all the more, letting the crowd watch his tense wrinkly sphincter, a few gasping at it. The feline blushed at their reaction as he pushed... he'd supposed it wasn't incredibly common for such a cute kitty such as himself to brutalize their anus so much that it'd been permanently and noticeably larger, the wrinkled brown color of the surface of his ring easily stretching to around the width of a larger apple, taking up much of his ass crack and spreading a little over his cheeks. It pursed and slurped, folds deliciously rolling and tensing over each other, his sphincter's wrinkles gloriously overstretched and expanded, so much so that the big puckered surface of his punch-hole had wrinkles surrounding itself; their glorious wet shimmering form showing off his anal prowess in a display that immediately let everybody around him know that this twinky serval not only preferred it big, but could easily take a punching from everybody in the crowd, even those with larger hands.

Sweat drooled down his worn out slit of a butthole as it trembled, the pinkish inner-half of his loose sphincter bearing itself as all this pushing had finally started to make his hole flare outward, a low guttural groan escaping the cat's lips as his belly loudly gurgled, churning around the cans kept within, the entire space deliciously compact and tight. He felt the can sliding beyond that tight fleshy ring behind the worn out skin of his beat-up shitter, air loosely squeaking out from his lips as they continued to curl and swell outward. He panted, gasping and moaning as he felt that inner ring stretched and pulled apart, knowing the can would quickly come the rest of the way before long, himself well-practiced in stretching, the activity something of an obsession for him. He quivered, shivers and shocks riding up his spine as he held his muscles, panting for a second as he let them relax, knowing he'd over-extended everything needed to push already. After a moment, he pushed again, bearing down hard, but not intensely so, wanting to slowly squeeze the massive aluminum surface of the can out from his ring. He whined, feeling the flat base of the drink jut against his puckered up cavern of a butthole, permanently parted and slackened... of course all his training and loosening didn't make squeezing a huge unflared object out his butt any easier, but it did help him understand the motions he'd need, aware of every little muscle squeezing, pressing, and contracting within his rectum and anal canal.

He shivered as he finally felt his blown-out shitter bow outward, loosely stretching open as juices squirted and sputtered from around the base of the can, still not quite out from his sphincter, but pushed enough that its escape was inevitable, the shape now able to be seen... and filmed... by the crowd, who were all in excited exclamation about the sight. The can was coated in his slime, shimmering and glistening below the darkness of his fat wobbly pudgy butt and his overhanging tail, constantly pushing in and out as he fought his hole to keep it from either plopping out from his hole or being clenched back inward, but still wanting to keep it presented. He panted, moaning as his tongue poked out from his lips as he stared back, waggling his fat squishy rear at the thirsty person, winking before the sensation forced a funnier face from the feline, squeaking as he spoke up, "Hhmnuooooh gosh... ahmmnhh... Just uhmmmh... just one... ohhgh- gahhh- gosh... Just one second... meow..." He cooed, blushing as he barely managed to get his words out, the person taking the obvious queue and putting out their hand below his puckered outward butthole, his fucked-out turdring totally abused and taut, even in this state its surface covered in wrinkles and folds.

Slime drooled down over their hand, occasionally squeezed out in what little sputters and gurgles made it out from around the can, his insides well worn out enough to let out consistent gurgles and groans during any sexual act... and during his day come to think of it, the kitty always having had the problem of a rather uncontrollably loud hole, ever since he got serious about stretching at least... Lukas panted, his eyes crossing as he felt the cans shifting in his rectum and sigmoid, those in his colon for the most part remaining still, held tight by the sphincter leading to his descending colon, squeezed tight enough to retain them for now, keeping the vast majority of the cans lodged deep in his worn out intestines. He shivered and moaned, sighing excitedly as the rest of the cans immediately near the exit of his butthole, maybe three or four in total, clinked against each other and namely the back of the can that was exiting him, nudging the somewhat impacted object. The soft clank was audible, though very much muffled by his groaning gurgling insides, rumbling and audibly squelching as they were rearranged once again by their contents, the cat sighing as he felt the drink continuing to spread out his worn sphincter. His brutalized shitter spread open as the can fully crowned out, quivering and tensing as it was pulled into a huge circle, his butthole loose and swollen enough that the top and bottom of his anus still hung a little over the can, drooling over it as air frothily rippled out from it. He groaned as his butthole tensed, sucking the can back in, his ruined frothy slime-bowl of a cunt playfully fighting his control as it started pursing around the can again.

Lukas drew in a few deep breaths, letting his anal muscles go totally slack as though he was submitting to the natural clenching and pulsing of his ring, only to suddenly fight his contractions in a display of gloriously slutty anal-control as he bore down, squeaking as all too quickly his roughed-up wrinkly caved-in pothole of a turdhole flared outward, spreading in a wide slack oval over the top of the can, a delicious domed-out tunnel of a butthole that let his waiting "patron" watch as he started pushing from his deeper muscles, the second can waiting inside him jutting against the first, helping it slowly lurch forward, groaning forth as bubbly slimy off-white mucus coated the slick wet can, finally making the serval squeak out in a yip of pleasure and shock as it crowned back out from his overused tailhole, frothily squelching out his ring as he farted the entire base of the can out from his brutalized cunt, the pleasure not stopping as the kitty kept shivering. Moans and gasps rang out from his mouth as wet squelches and sputters drooled out from his other lips, stretched outward as they clung around the can, every inch ejected just tugging his big wrinkly volcano-cunt out from between his fat wobbly mountains, clapping as he rolled and twerked his fat ass, his cheeks glowing bright red as his butt cheeks grew redder with every slap they made around the can.

Finally he let out a deliciously feminine noisy groan as his shitter did what it did best and jettisoned out the massive object into the waiting person's hand, his beat up shitpipe stuck in a delicious gape as his muscles seemed stuck in that slight pushing motion, his anus yawning open like a huge wrinkly cave entrance, his guts stuck in a glorious massive gape that didn't even make the smallest attempt to shiver shut, his insides slurping and breathing as his greasy slimy shithole flared out, heavy hollow rippling gape farts erupting from his brutalized log-cannon, his massive cutter sputtering as it contracted "shut" before farting back open, the other can visibly lurching forward; his rectal bend sat visibly stretched around it, tugged out of place and stuck as the can butted against his cavernous altered tunnel of a rectum, deep enough that even larger guys often struggled to dip into his sigmoid when they fucked him. He sluttily moaned, presenting his wide yawning open hole to everyone, gladly letting people recording get a closer look, the cat's heart fluttering as the excitement of realizing that pretty soon not just his asshole would be known throughout all the town, but his face would be undeniably tied to it, a final full immersion in the whorish life he'd wanted ever since he took his first fist, but was too scared to afford himself.

He groaned, his lips parting as a moan left his mouth alongside his tongue, drooling on himself a little as he felt the can finally "pop" past that bend, pushing into the deeper part of his rectum, held at an angle still by the other half of the can still sitting firmly lodged in his sigmoid, making the kitty quiver as he presented, finally returning his attention to the red-cheeked person he'd given the can to, still holding up his prize proudly, steam puffing and rolling off its slime-coated surface, so thoroughly covered in the kitty's turdhole slop that it drooled over his fingers, the catboy's butthole loudly and proudly announcing what had coated that can in so much slime as it ripped heavy quaking fart after fart. He panted as he looked back, finally managing to get his thoughts straight enough to speak, "Mnnnyaaah... there... there yououuuhhuoh... haah... haah... There you go... come back if ya uhmn... uh... like... need ahhnnhh- another..." As he felt his battered shit-hugging turd-pusher flare outward between groaning putters, slime drooling out from it as it held his gorgeous cheeks apart, he had another idea, speaking up, almost as if both acknowledging the crowd around him and the person he'd offered a drink to,

"Oh hhey uhm, actually! Tell... tell uhmnh... tell your friends where to find me if uhmnhh... uhm... they're like... thirsty too, I'm just ahhnnyah... doing my part..." He purred, winking back at the tent-sporting fellow parade goers around him, his cheeks glowing bright red as the thirsty person cracked the can open, drinking from it and nodding, stepping up to him, their energy rekindled after having quenched their thirst some. Before he could say another word they turned back to the crowd and cameras, the hand holding the beverage wrapping around his fat jiggly butt and spreading it wider as they rammed the other up his ass, the cat loudly crying out in pleasure as, without any proper lube, his poor slack sputtercunt was yanked apart, his guts noisily squelching and farting around the fellow feline's wrist as they twisted and nudged their hand about his worn out rectum, causing him to make funny faces, his eyes crossed as they pulled outward, his butthole bowing around their wrist, clenching and sucking at their hand as they ripped it free, brutally yanking their fist out of his gape before shoving it back in, the kitty barely having a second to react or grow used to it before they yanked their hand out and punched it back in again.

He doubled over their shoulder a little, leaning against the larger stronger person as he spread his legs reactively, helping give them even easier access to his butthole as he gasped, trembling as the crowd cheered, blushing as they chanted for the person to go harder, to go faster, to absolutely thrash his already well loved shitter, and of course... they gladly obliged. Their pace grew so rapid the kitty couldn't even think, one moment feeling the warm tingling sting of their fist spreading him out before the next he'd feel cool air seeping into his guts, this act repeating over and over as his butthole started getting so well worn and stretched that his swollen out lips couldn't even be fisted back in, simply gaping around the person's hand and sitting flared outward in a wide dome of a butthole, his wrinkles slurping and pursing over each other loosely as slime was roughly stirred around his cunt, before long drooling and coated in the frothy white mixture that always resulted from such a heavy beating, making him quiver and groan in delight as he pushed his ass out for even more. Suddenly, they yanked their fist out and grabbed his ring, yanking it open wide as they called out, "Anybody who wants a drink from this slut's gotta punch out his cunt first, don't worry about damage or anything, his fucked-out pussy is already a bit too far gone for that anyways... Now who's thirsty‽" The crowd cheered, a few of the audience, some filming, quickly crowding closer to the cat as he gulped...

He was gonna leave this parade with a completely unrecognizable butthole, so thoroughly worn and beat that it'd never have a chance at going back to how it looked this morning, a giant throbbing pulsing ring of wrinkled battered assmeat that loudly groaned open, always announcing when he was near as it loudly breathed in cool sweaty air from around his ass, loosely sputtering it out tainted with the musk of his rectum; not only that, but he'd now always be the town's slut... free to use, punch, and fuck however they wanted, and he loved every bit of it. He looked to one of the people recording, holding out a shivery hand. They passed him the phone, and he looked to the camera, "My name is Lukas, and here's my massive thrashed pussy-" With that he quickly held the camera over his huge gaping asshole, the person who'd passed their phone watching in disbelief and excitement as he shoved it deep in his butthole, making the crowd cheer all the more excitedly as he leaned to the person, playfully giggling as he established that, while an anal slut, he still very well was in control here too. "Go punch it out..." He purred, teasing and giggling as he knew they'd brutally punish his poor slack sphincter for a move like that, stepping side to side as he hiked his ass up high.

Today would leave a mark on his butthole, and his reputation, that he'd gladly never forget and never live down~

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At long last, the piece is finally released! I'm sorry this one took so long, I meant for it to be out a lot sooner, but unfortunately a mixture of life and commwork got in the way. I've been chipping at a pretty heavy commissioned piece in the background between days of working on this piece, and otherwise I've been sorting and putting things back together. As you can see by the recent progress of the piece though, I've got stuff all figured out, and am super excited to have this piece complete! I decided to do a lot of experimentation with it, from trying new ways to shade and do sweat to fiddling with background and dialogue stuff, trying to go for a sort of "90's Geocities" vibe!

I feel really pleased with how it came out, this is definitely a really satisfying one to have completed and under my belt and I'm frankly really glad to have had your patience and support throughout it, especially since this one took a lot longer than my pieces have in the past. I'm glad to also have finally let out some of my beverage can misuse thoughts finally flow out x3 -- Also, as some goodies, and since the background is really intense, I decided to also give a transparent background version of the image and a full size (both "90's web"-ified and clean) of the logo I made for this piece, since I felt really happy with it~!

Regardless, thank you as always for your support, and...

Here's an amazing album that helped me heavily in working on this piece~

Cheers~!