8-Ball in the cat pocket!

Val didn't usually play games of skill, he'd always been more interested in conversation when it came to socializing with others, as opposed to actively doing anything... that and he often found himself to be no good at most bar games... However, two larger gruffer men than he giving him an invitation ladled with sexual tension? That was enough to get him interested in the game. Though he wasn't from around these parts the kitty had heard a thing or two about the place the men told him to meet them... See, Maynard's wasn't exactly any bar and pool hall. Sure, you could come around for a game and a drink at most any time of the week, just like anywhere else... but on the weekend, when it grew late and the small town had gone to rest... the little tavern came into a light of its own. The sign outside the bar would come off, and the proprietor would turn the lights down real low... but the doors wouldn't be locked. Instead, the establishment began to offer a different kind of patron for a different kind of service. In the span of a few hours Maynard's would transform into the biggest LGBT hookup spot in the whole county. Tired from the week's work, from everything they went through in daily life, finally people could have somewhere to cut loose. Live music, drink, food from the grill, hell you could even smoke all the cigars and cigarettes you wanted in there... and of course there you could also find very raunchy sex. Some people would come from hours away just to hit the little spot, after all there weren't many other places you could get your hands on the hips a guy whose ass is fatter than your girlfriend's in-state, and certainly nowhere else where in the same hour you could have him face down ass up backing onto your crotch begging for more.

Some gay guys have the uncanny ability to spot each other out in day-to-day life. Be it certain mannerisms or phrases, or even through little signs, but they always seem to know. Val was an obvious mark. He was short and feminine, his curves rounded enough that when he'd first come to town most mistook him for a girl. He'd always walked with a slight sashay to his step, a little wiggle that would make his booty bounce and that turned heads all around... This, among other tells, was the reason the two recent acquaintances of Val could tell he'd be down for a little private game... The feline was anxious, he couldn't exactly tell if he was in the right place. If it weren't for all the cars filling out the lot he'd have thought Maynard's was closed, or that maybe he'd somehow gone to another location with a name coincidentally close enough to the one those two men were telling him about the other day. He licked his chops gently, pulling into an empty spot, his '84 Civic coming to a rest as he got his bearings about him. This all felt so strange, he could swear he didn't even recognize some of the cars pulled into the lot. More than that, some of them looked to be really nice brands and models, nothing you'd see in the small towns throughout the county. Whatever was going on, the feline could bet on it that this would be an evening he wouldn't forget about for a long time.

After another moment of getting his wits about him the cat stepped out from his car, his foot meeting the snow-coated ground of the lot with a soft crunch. There were low lights streaming out from the small windows of the tavern, and the exterior lamp was left on, flickering gently as it gave off its fluorescent song, a gentle rising and falling buzz. He flicked the door of his car shut, hesitating for a moment before taking the short walk to the door of the bar. He could hear noise from the other side, a lot of chatter and excitement... He took a few more breaths, his moist breath meeting the cold air in a dense haze that softly drifted through the air. He gripped the handle, tightening his fist before pulling it open and stepping inside. In an instant the scene was changed, the peaceful quiet of the exterior replaced by the hazy interior. Smoke was dense in the air, drifting and wafting around the cat as he stepped forward, looking around him with big wide eyes. His legs stilled a bit past the threshold of the entrance as he took it all in. People of all sorts were stood and lounged about, happily drinking, smoking, and bantering about. On one corner he'd see two leather-clad men practically fucking each other with their eyes as they tried to keep their hands off each other, the other he could spy what looked to be some form of polycule, a woman stood between another woman and an effeminate guy like him, stroking and speaking sweetly to the two, who met her with equal affection. Even further, he could see people hardly dressed, or people clad in such tight clothes they hardly left anything to the imagination... From bulges to breasts to butts Val's brain was turned to mush. He'd never seen anything like this, it was absolutely incredible!

So many people with so many ways of life, interests, and relationships -- so many people from so many different walks of life, with all sorts of jobs, from all sorts of places on the so-called "social hierarchy" of the world... all of them here like it was some kind of frat. He was all at once enamored and overstimulated, it didn't help that so many people were talking back and forth that he could hardly hear himself think, the only things piercing through the chatter being the noisy humming of a wall-mounted CRT, rock and roll playing through the jukebox, and of course... the smacking of billiard balls together. Right, he was there to meet two guys to play a special game of pool... or snooker? He'd never been exactly sure of the terminology, and all this stimulus was getting him sort of caught up in it... But evidently the two men had been anticipating his arrival soon. As soon as the men caught the noticeable draft from opening the door during the cold months of the year came through they found themselves surrounding Val, who took a moment to recognize him in these current conditions. He pipped up, flushing a little, "Oh, hey you two! Sorry, it's a bit dim in here, what with all the smoke and whatnot... I couldn't see you guys too well!" One of the men, a large barrel-chested tiger named Richard snickered a little, nodding. His handsome chiseled face was plastered with a smile, his hair messily greased back. He spoke up, his voice booming and boisterous, "Don't sweat it lil' cat! You found the place, and you found us! S'all that matters isn't it? Now, you still down for that game?" He grinned. His friend, Dominic, a panther somehow even taller than he, excitedly nodded along with the tiger, looking to the smaller feline who felt puny in the presence of the two men. "Yeah Val, I've been looking forward to today you know, you better not let me down!" He chuckled.

The cat wrung his hands a little, cheeks glowing as he looked up at the men. Not only were they large, but they were pretty good looking. Richard was unkempt up top, a five-o'-clock shadow dotting his cheeks and his chin, his slicked hair hanging over his eyes in spots, but the rest of him was in peak shape. His chest was absolutely bulging out from his tank-top, like two mountains of glorious muscle shining under the light above the trio, his lumberjack shirt tightly hugging his arms which were just as equally built... of course, all of this led to his pants, his denim jeans hugging his crotch in... well... it was flattering, to say the least... a package fat and thick enough that Val found it hard to keep his eyes off it. And then there was Dominic, the big cat clearly making a show of himself the way his clothes, despite being a modest pair of slacks and a white t-shirt, seemed to hug every single inch of his sculpted body, well, besides his healthy paunch, which the smaller cat admittedly found himself enamored by... The two could tell he was staring, nodding again, their gazes breaking the feline out of his trance, sending him into a series of flustered little squeaks before he spoke back up, face bright red now, "Oh, oh yeah! Of course, I'd be glad to! I came all this way after all, right guys?" He mewled, the two big cats smiling, clearly excited and glad the kitty was going with it. He nearly doubled over as one of the men set their big meaty paw on his shoulder blade, gently guiding him through the bar. His hand was warm and gentle in spite of his size, easily covering most his shoulder, and before long the three found themselves around a table, already set up for a game, two cues propped against it.

Val cocked a brow, the lack of a third breaking him from his stunned state as he piped up, turning to the men, catching Dominic not so subtly gazing down at his backend while he was facing away. "How are we gonna play with only two cues, I'm sure this place has another right?" Before he could go about looking for one Richard held up his hand, smiling and shaking his head. "Nah nah, this is the house rules we were mentioning, y'know the other day. We got the sense you weren't exactly about usual games, 'specially considering you didn't join in when we started pitchin' stuff while chatting... so we figured up some rules we... have the sense you might like." He snickered, drawing closer, a gasp escaping the kitty's mouth as the tiger put his big hand on his waist. The feline's heart fluttered, Dominic nodding as he leaned against the other table, arms crossed, his big strong legs crossed, helping make his bulge ever more prominent. The tiger pipped up again, his breath warm over the short cat, vaguely smelling of beer, "Y'mighta gathered that Maynard's ain't exactly like other bars around state, that right?" The feline nodded, his cheeks practically glowing as he blushed. "Well, we figure since y'ain't ran off yet... you're like this bar in a way... different so to speak." Before he could answer, he felt his pants tightening, looking down to see his cock forming a tent in his pants, pressing up against the larger man's thigh. When he looked up, he could see that Richard was gazing at it too, grinning ear to ear. "I'll take that as a yes. See, Dom and I, we've seen a lotta guys like you. Short, pretty, cuter than a button... And we've always wondered just how capacious y'all might be. Now, don't make me pressure 'ya into anything, but we'd be glad if you joined our game... in your own way. We're sure it'll take plenty advantage of your... own particular skills..." Val gasped as he felt the mans big mitt trail down his waist, gripping his heavy butt cheek tightly, earning a little moan from him as, without a second thought, he nodded.

"Good! Dom'll explain things for 'ya then, cutie pie!" The big tiger chuckled, the panther kicking off from the table behind him, stepping up to the two. The big stripy kitty stepped aside, his hand still keeping a good hold of his cheek, every little tweak and grope it gave sending shivers up the cat's spine, the tiger himself shocked to find the feline's ass well big enough to nearly engulf his sizeable paw in its softness. Before the two could dwell on things for long, Dominic cleared his throat, speaking up, "Alright Val, the rules are simple. For every ball Rich or I pocket, we'll take it out its hole, and then you'll... pocket it yourself, so to speak." The two big cats looked down to Val who himself looked back, his eyes filled with a mix of lust and embarrassment, before looking back to each other, laughing heartily. "What do you me-" The housecat was cut off quickly by the tiger, who took another heavy grope of his ass, "He means you'll be stuffin' it where the sun don't shine, sugar..." He cooed, purring hotly. The feline immediately squeaked, his eyes widening as he blushed even deeper. The men hadn't realized it entirely, but they'd picked the perfect cat for their little game. Val had always been pretty obsessed with insertion, he'd trained his hole for a good few years, and while it wasn't by any means the loosest hole in state, he did have a number of impressive object insertions under his belt... He could still remember the first time he'd taken a beer can all the way up his ass, the feeling was totally mind-blowing... He nodded quickly, gulping.

The tiger stepped back, smirking, "Good! Y'oughta strip then, kitty." The big cat chuckled, making Val blush even deeper as, without putting a second's thought into it, he began to undress. He couldn't believe it... here he was, in a bar easily filled with no less than 20 people, and he was taking his clothes off like it was nothing... It wasn't that he felt no embarrassment, more that... his body was moving itself... like it knew what it wanted... and as long as it operated like this, he was happy to let anxiousness stand at the wayside. His head was practically spinning from all the smoke, noise, and musk in the air as he shrugged off his coat, tossing it onto a stool besides him, another patron sat on a stool further from his friends fixing his gaze on the cat, clearly excited at the striptease they were all about to get. The feline shivered, shocks riding up his spine as his hands found his chest once again, running down his soft squishy bosom and his smooth flat abdomen before grasping at his shirt, tugging it free from its place tucked into his pants and pulling it upward. The men around him were transfixed, their eyes dancing about his body, devouring every gentle curve and contour with an intense voracity, their excitement growing with every inch of skin that showed itself as the feline pulled his top further off until, finally, he tossed it to the ground, looking up to the men, blushing bright red. "F'you stopped there I'da mistaken you for a girl with no top Val... go on, take the rest off 'sug." He chuckled, grinning as Dominic drew up a cigarette, lighting a match on the table beside him and setting the little flame to his smoke. He inhaled, blowing out in a low hungry growl, nodding in agreement with his friend. The man on the stool just kept watching and puffing, one leg propped over the other on the ground below.

The kitty gently nodded, turning slightly, the men gasping as they caught a sight of even just his clothed ass. Due to the absurd size of his rear he hadn't exactly had the easiest time finding bottoms his size, no less ones that didn't look like whore's clothes... and these of course were no difference. His fat butt, excessively wobbly and jiggly despite the constriction of the surrounding cloth, was hugged into a big squishy heart, quaking as he swung his hips a little, wriggling against the waist of his trousers as he mushed the hem down with his thumbs, grunting cutely. His heavy booty slowly began to mush out from his clothes, slowly pressed further and further into view, their absurd size meaning he really had to work and squeeze every little bit out, the men feeling like they'd nearly faint watching those huge pillowy mounds move... and then... With one final heavy push, his ass practically spilled out from his pants, bouncing with a set of deliciously wet loud claps into view, his booty rolling in heavy wobbly shakes that spread and brought his cheeks back into each other over and over, the cat's breaths short and excited as he looked to all the other men, who simply nodded in approval, licking their chops hungrily. Gently, Val pushed the waistband down his legs, bending deeply forward so as to keep his rump arched up, waggling it softly as his tail flicked side to side until he could finally step out from his trousers, kicking them into a messy pile with his shirt. He gently grasped at his bicep, staring back, his ass so big and rounded out even when he wasn't fully arching his back. He bit his lip, looking back at the men and gently uncontrollably waggling side to side, the wiggle in his hips something he always found himself to do when he was this overly excited.

The men were over the moon, Dominic practically drooling over himself as he took long heavy drags of his cigarette, licking his chops near constantly as his loins now strained his pants nearly enough to tear them from his legs, his cock throbbing and twitching needily as he gazed over that glorious bubble-butt, so padded and soft that it was like the cat had two massive planets shaking below his waist. Richard was no different, claws digging into the table. By then he'd drawn his fly down a little, just enough to relieve some of the mountain strain on his trousers, his heavy veiny cock beating in an attempt to free itself as the man clutched a cue, rising off the table. "Gosh, aren't you just adorable... Never thought I'd see an ass like that on a woman, letalone a guy... I'll be playin' extra hard for 'ya kitty." He purred, smirking as Dominic rolled his eyes, grinning as he took his own pole, licking his chops. "Cut the flowery words Rich. Val, you've got a fucking rump to die for. Shake that thing for us while we play, will you?" And with that the game had begun. It didn't take long for the group to get a few more spectators, especially as curious eyes came to trace the sound of the cat's soft wet cheeks plapping together, ripples rolling over his thick haunches as he bobbed and shook his booty side to side, trembling as he watched over the game. His heavyset ass wobbled like an earthquake, those massive meaty cheeks spreading apart before crashing down into a loud noisy smack together, his crack reddening from how hard his own orbs would crash into each other. His sweat-drenched sac swung between his legs, tantalizingly plapping along with those fat wet cheeks as the feline needily twerked his giant bubble-butt for the horny men. Rich had taken stripes, and Dominic had chosen solids, the game starting with the big tiger breaking the group of billiards, watching with excitement as, to his delight, one of the balls rolled right into a pocket. He licked his chops, purring as he drew up the orb, handing the hefty object to the cat, who simply blushed in response, looking down at it. The thing was big, at least as large as an apple, if not a little more... it wouldn't exactly be a problem for his ass, but the idea of pressing it in with so many others spectating him still made him flush. He shivered, the others watching with bated breath as he layed on his side, arching upward, his other hand helping to support him as, muting out the faces around him, he drew his tongue out, dragging his slobber all over the ball.

He licked and drooled, coating the shiny orb in a thick layer of his hot spit, his face glowing with every new bit of polishing he did to the thing. Dominic purred, already able to just barely see the cat's butthole, his cock tensing as he realized they'd really hit the jackpot, a slutty bottom-heavy cat with a hole as wide as his haunches... He couldn't take having that thing hidden away from him, and so he stepped aside for a moment, returning with a roll of duct tape. While the shorty cat was caught in a trance drooling over the ball in his hand, quickly making it radiate and steam with heat, he'd hefted his ass cheek apart. Val squeaked in surprise, his cheeks glowing softly as his focus was shifted, looking in surprise to see the panther's big strong hand holding his ass open, his pucker immediately tensing up at the introduction of all the cool smoky air outside his warm sweltering ass cheeks. He purred softly, unable to help himself, after all, here he was, surrounded by hot men, with one tugging his heavy doughy cheeks apart. He quivered, giving the ball another lick as Dominic bit at the roll of tape, tugging the roll with his hand before biting at the strip, ripping it off with his free hand. The kitty could tell exactly where this was going, after all... he wasn't exactly inexperienced... He sighed gently as he felt the sticky duct tape adhere to his heaving cheek, the panther's paw soon leaving his butt again, the cool air not ceasing as his ass was sufficiently kept spread by the tape. His butthole gaped slightly from the spread, tensing and drooling as it sat wide open for all to see. The surrounding men were taken aback, even some of the sluttier guys who frequented Maynard's didn't have an asshole this beat. Val's ring had been bashed and bruised into a slack worn out ditch, occasionally giving a wet slimy shudder as it pulsated, excitedly anticipating the intrusion that was about to come...

The feline purred gently, drawing the ball away from his mouth as he panted, looking up at the panther who still loomed over him, clearly interested in getting a good look at his slackened asshole in action. With a soft sigh the cat guided the slobber-drenched orb down his form, tracing along his curvy feminine hips, his waist wagging a little as he trembled from the anticipation. He couldn't believe he was about to do this, and in front of everyone too... His pitted out cunt gurgled sloppily, a hissing noise rising from it as it gaped wider, air rumbling and forcing its way up into his bowels. He felt pressure softly mounting from all that air rushing past the worn brown folds of his sphincter, every wet hollow gulp making his irreparably loosened muscle tense up before relaxing, contracting hypnotically as the billiard finally began rounding over his big chubby haunch. Val's heart was racing by now, the feeling in his guts combined with the clashing radiant steamy warmth of his chimney pipe wrestling the cooler air outside his sweaty globes driving him all the further away from thinking rationally. He drooled, his tail flicking side to side as finally, with a gentle moan, he felt the pool ball come to rest against his hole. His overly-wrinkled battered excuse for an asshole wetly shivered, sloppy juicy squelches rising from his booty as his swollen up anal lips kissed and massaged the orb, coating it in a thick layer of anal mucus and ass sweat. His purring rose as Val felt the object at his threshold, practically squirming from the pleasure of it, his balls tensing as his cock twitched in anticipation, breathy gasps rising from the feline's lips as he rubbed and prodded the ball against himself. At first he was gentle, barely mushing his mushed up mound of a sputtercunt inward as he gently slid the billiard up and down his wet juicy ass crack, sweat pouring over the orb as he ran it along his heaving boulder-like mounds... but before long he just couldn't take it anymore. He didn't need foreplay, if anything the ball was on the small side for the cat, his shitter quickly being prodded inward, his creased slimy pussy lips folding and drooling over each other as he roughly pushed and shoved the ball against that "tight" ring of anal muscle. He huffed, squeaking as he felt it slide inward before his body's natural gentle pushing would work in tandem with what was left of his rectal contractions to push the quarter or so of the ball that went in back out. Over and over the cat practically fucked himself with the orb, his turdhole growing looser as he worked it, greasily sliding over the orb in heavy wet slobbery kisses that made the short feline arch back onto the billiard, whimpering noisily. He felt loose wet hot gasps of steamy frothy bowel-musk rippling and gurgling up from his groaning over pressurized innards, slipping freely out in juicy sloppy queefs around the ball as he fucked himself, trembling as he rode it harder and harder, pushing his fingers against the smooth surface of the object with all the more pressure...

Then, finally, his butthole slurped open, a wet gurgling fart rippling from his asshole as it devoured the ball, the orb replacing the space the air previously took up, its weight immediately apparent to the cat. The kitty could feel the ball tugging down at his guts, the remnants of his rectal muscles failing to keep his bowels in shape, his slopped out turd tunnels sagging over themselves, bulging out his weak sphincter into a glorious wrinkled up mound as it crowned out, his innards trying to press the ball free. His brutally slackened blowhole was just tight enough that it wouldn't let the billiard slip free that easily, tensing hotly over the orb as his insides gave it soft slimy kisses, the object quickly warming as it rested in his sauna-like dutch oven of a shitter, repeatedly clenched deeper before its weight would allow the orb to force its way back up against his aching asshole. He immediately found himself pushed into a series of needy moans and groans, rubbing and tracing his fingers along the worn wrinkled up flesh of his butthole, his sloppy hole made turgid and kept spread by the big heavy ball trying to plop free from his rumbling foghorn of a pooper. He looked needily to the men around him finally, whimpering as he rubbed his asshole and squirmed, his big fat sloppy booty still noisily clapping together even when kept tugged apart. Dominic was ready to tear his pants off and dig the heaving pool ball in the cat's ass deep into his guts with his cock, Richard being not too far behind as the two stared lovingly at the excessively fat bottomed feline, their pants unbearably tight... yet, as much as they would gladly pound the cat until he passed out... their curiosity about his absurdly worn out shitter won out. The panther patted Val's chubby ass, earning a squeak from the kitty as he smirked, rising up and looking over to the heavyset tiger. "Time's-a-wasting I guess. Back to it then, Rich?" The big cat simply nodded in response, his hand gripping at the trunk-like tent in his trousers, grunting ass he snaked his dick down his pant leg in order to feel a little more relief. The two huddled around the table, balls clinking together as they continued at their game, the needy bottom-hungry slut of a kitty below the table still rubbing and prodding at his butthole, every once in a while a warm wet juicy sputtering rising from his turdhole, a reminder for the big cats to just pocket a ball already.

It wasn't long before his needy desires would be answered, Dominics cheer ringing out as Richard groaned, "Lucky shot! Means nothin' if y'can't keep it up!" He jeered, the panther rolling his eyes as he took up the 4-ball, tossing the weighty orb in his hand as he tilted his head, stepping towards the slutty cat, eyes already transfixed on the object. "Suppose not... though if y'wanna talk shit like that Rich, maybe you should pocket more of your shots!" He teased, snickering as the tiger groaned again before he was drawn away from his competitive nature, his thoughts leaving the game and returning to the cat on the floor, practically pawing at the big feline towering over him to get the ball. He reached his hands up, the man's dick throbbing hard against his pants as he stared down at Val, his ass shaking and wetly squelching as he cupped at the ball in his hand, already leaning forward to kiss at it. Dominic purred at the submissive cat's deep insatiable hunger, gently rolling the orb in his hand as the cat below drooled and licked over it, one hand planted firmly on the ground so he could lean deeply against the panther. The kitty's head was swirling, all his senses assaulted ruthlessly, from the noisy music to the dense smoke to the pangs of stinging hot pleasure in his weak sloppy asshole to the delicious scent that rose up from the panther's trousers, the musk of his fat throbbing dick. He was intoxicated off everything, and he wanted more and more... so of course, the big cat relented, dropping the weighty billiard into the feline's waiting hand. The cat wasted no time, practically rushing himself so he could mush it into his turd tunnels, his musky slimy guts gurgling and uncontrollably farting around the ball already intruding deep into his bowels as he tensed and throbbed around it, kneading the orb with his asshole as he prepared the next to enter his warm mucus-flooded "ball rack". His ditch of a cunt shivered, sucking the first ball deeper with a warm slimy contraction that made Val groan in pleasure as, wasting no time, he dug the orb deep between his cheeks. He fisted and prodded at the orb, groaning as whenever it mushed in enough it would noisily clack against the ball already inside him, shooting vibrations through his guts and making his blown out turdsplitter clinch up tighter than he'd felt it grow in months. As he was whining and prodding at himself and the others were distracted, Richard was lining up for another shot, his tail zipping side to side as he focused up, trying not to be distracted by the lusty needy huge assed cat below. When he sent the cueball out he groaned, watching as the billiards cascaded about the table. They bounced and clattered against each other, bumping and ramming along, each orb he wanted to slip into a pocket just barely missing by a hair... and then he watched one last ball smack right into another... and before long, he'd accidentally pocketed the 8-ball.

Dominic laughed, leaning against the table, one hand nursing a cigarette while the other gently thumbed at the heaving bulge in his pants, the men around the group giving their own little chuckles at the loud mouthed tiger's failure. The big cat's brow furrowed, huffing, "Suppose that means I win, something like that right?" The panther grinned, chuckling as he glanced back to the kitty, cooing as he watched him struggling with the second billiard still. As he was turned away, the other large feline shook his head, reaching for the 8-ball and drawing it up from the corner pocket, walking over to the slutty cat. He crouched down, smacking his ass hard. He squeaked in needy pleasure, cheeks glowing as he nearly mushed the second ball in out of sheer reactive shock. Electricity rolled up Val's spine and the kitty gently shivered, moaning in pleasure as his gaze was turned to the tiger, who quickly held up the orb in his hand. "Y'may notice this is s'posed t'be the winning ball..." He paused, passing the object into the cat's free hand, everybody watching as the big cat then stood up, walking to the second billiards table and plucking up another, tossing it onto their own table with a loud thud. "Now it ain't. Both a' those up your backend, 'sug." The tiger grinned, the men around hooting as Dominic rolled his eye, taking another drag from his cigarette. He let the smoke slowly roll out of his mouth as he grasped at his zipper, drawing it down and plopping out the top bottom, groaning as his heaving bitch breaker of a cock practically exploded out from his pants, steam rising off his sweltering sweat-drenched crotch. Val mewled and noisily moaned at the sight and the scent, by then his mind so melted from all the stimulation that he wanted nothing more than to please the panther. Dominic huffed, staring down at the ogling feline for a moment before looking back up at Richard, smirking and nodding, "You're on Rich... now chop chop kitty, stuff that fat ass of yours so we can get this game going." He purred, licking his chops as the slammer cat immediately got to it, heeding his command as though it were law. He waggled his rump, his tail swinging side to side as sweat drooled down his fat sloppy ass, balls tensing as he felt his huge jiggly mounds mush around the ball in his hand, sweat drooling over its form as he noisily purred. His asshole wetly tensed, squelching as he mushed the billiard inward, fighting his butthole's resistance.

Of course, being so slick and sopping wet his assring hardly stood a chance, all his slobber mixing with that sweet slimy frothy ass-mucus that kept bubbling up from his turdlog-farting sputtercunt to form the perfect lubricant. Val whimpered in sweet pleasure as his butthole stung against the intrusion, wetly bulging out as his guts began naturally pushing, sending the first ball into the second with a loud clink that sent shocks of pleasure throughout his body, making his fingers shove all the harder. He felt his doughy slimy wrinkled up pooper flutter and groan, sloppily spreading and contracting repeatedly at the ball in hot frothy kisses, drooling and coating the ball in sloppy hot froth before, finally, the cat felt that familiar spreading again. He practically cried out in pleasure as he felt the first ball roll deeper into his worn-out rectum, his bowels beat into a perfect slimy loose-hanging bag, gently swinging against each other from the weight and force of the balls mashing inward. Val shivered and moaned as he felt his asshole wetly queefing over his fingers, farting and gurgling noisily in hot thunderous crackles that made his ass wobble as he forced fat juicy sloppy gushes of hot musk up from his sloppy well used intestines by further stuffing his frothpit. He wasted no time, puckering and tensing his huge wrinkly billowing steampipe up, softly squeaking and whimpering as he fought to hold the heavy orbs in his loose hardly controllable turdhole, tensing up as he drew his hand up, tossing the 8-ball into his mitt and reaching back down to stabilize himself, the ball already trailing down the small of his back. He moaned as he rubbed the object down his frame, shaking and wagging his enormous bubbly ass enticingly at the crowd around him, his weak pooper tensing into a delicious beat up sea of wrinkled mushy assmeat, puckering as it kissed at the air around him, slowly growing wet and dense with the steam constantly billowing up from his humidifier of a shithole. He smacked his weighty mounds against the ground, purring as he finally reached the base of his tail, so noisy that one wouldn't be blamed for mistaking it for the rumbling of an engine. He panted, hot wet puffs rolling from his lips as he focused up, mushing the orb down his deep slimy gorge of an ass crack, his heaving canyon wobbling and bouncing around the billiard, sweat drooling over it as the men stared in awe. He finally reached his crapper, moving at a quick pace with zero sense of hesitation. The cat wasn't thinking, simply acting. He didn't care if he was being watched, he didn't care if he prodded any of the balls too deep, he didn't care about anything. He just wanted to ply his fat delectably brutalized chocolatey brown shitter apart until it totally and completely gave out.

He huffed, excitedly waggling his hips as he began shoving the ball at his hole, muffled clinks resounding after the initial noisy thud of the 8-ball smacking into the 4 deep in his blown out cutter, his wet steamy dutch oven farting sloppily as he spewed mucus over his ass, relentlessly shoving and mushing the billiard against his sloppy wet obliterated pocket. The kitty groaned, his slimy crapper nearly spitting up the second ball inside him as his asshole flared out, his insides mushing and contracting powerfully against the weights inside him, throbbing outward. Val didn't even have to think, he'd stuffed himself so many times before, he simply naturally knew that now would be the perfect time to ram forward as absolutely hard as he could... He cried out in pleasure, his asshole noisily erupting, its slimy wet hot trumpeting repeatedly muffled and silenced as first the second orb plugged him, then the next one, and finally, to the cat's shock, as his asshole thundered and slurped over the 8-ball, his heavy hard pump growing deeper and deeper as he completely accidentally shoved his fist up his shit-boulder dropping monster cunt. He cried out in noisy hot pleasure, practically doubling over as the orbs deep in his guts kept clinking and vibrating against each other, their noisy loud thuds muffled by the heaving fat ass that engulfed them, his groaning slimy guts tugged into a loose tall tunnel by all the weight inside him, held deep by his fist as he began to helplessly prod and punch it in and out, whimpering and shivering on the floor as his dick throbbed and twitched. The men around practically burst into applause, shocked at just how capacious and stretchy Val's deliciously slutty ass pussy was. Dominic was in total shock, practically jerking himself off through his bulged out underwear as Richard quickly found himself needing to ditch his bottomwear, his cock springing out and pulsating rapidly, tensing and trembling as the men ogled the ass whore below them. Val, further intoxicated by all the musk and the noise, just kept punching and stirring up his guts, farting and sputtering up juicy sloppy globs of wet slimy turdhole-snot over himself as he felt his blown out shitter squeeze and bulge outward, swelling over his hand even as he plunged it inward, his ruined wrinkled mound of an asshole squelching and rippling as he beat his ass up. He huffed and squeaked, panting and whining as his punches helped shift and ram the orbs against each other, that first ball mashing tantalizingly close to the bend into his sigmoid colon. He shook his fat wobbling constant earthquake of an ass, his booty smacking and clapping around his wrist as he rearranged his rectum, frothing up his shitter as he tilted his head back, huffing as the rush finally began to gently subside, a warm needy afterglow starting to replace it as he began tugging out at his sloppy gurgly turdchopper.

Val shivered, blushing bright red as he retracted his fist, feeling his worn excuse for an asspussy warmly quiver, tensing and squelching against his hand as he yanked it out, that brutalized ass of his clinging to his paw for as long as it could. The kitty shivered, groaning as he felt his beat loose crapper squelch and splurt into a wide gape as the 8-ball clinked into view, the rest of the orbs settling slightly as his warm fetid bowels squeezed and kneaded over them, safely kept in his plush slimy turd-canals. His groaning sloppy guts wheezed and hissed between noisy muffled clinks and squelches, air pressure building as all that slimy tainted bowel-musk fought to try and slip around the blockage in his clogged up logchute, making his belly puff out a little, the feline moaning at the sensation. His balls tensed, his cock soft from all the bloodflow redirecting to his stretchy asshole, but still very reactive and receptive to the rough treatment his poor aching butthole was receiving. He shivered, huffing as he looked out at the faces around him, voraciously hungry eyes dancing over his form, devouring every sloppy sweat-drenched curve and contour like they hadn't seen a naked body in ages. Everybody seemed to want a go at him, all standing and huddling as close as they could get without blocking the view for others, all amazed by the absurd feats the busted up catboy's asshole could accomplish. He sighed, flushing as he panted, taking a moment to try and tense his relaxed asshole up. His shitter throbbed a little, pulsating at the 8-ball pressing it out into that fat delicious swollen up slimy mound shape he adored so much, but it hardly gave more than that, the cat giggling gently. He really was growing loose... enough play like this and his cockwarming plus sized shitlog slopper might only be good for gentle wet slack hand massages... if not arm massages. He quivered, panting in pleasure as his intestines warmly and lovingly groped and squeezed at everything inside him, ever so slightly and gently shifting the weight within him back and forth between contractions. His sloppy ribbed walls hung loosely over each other, pulled taut by the heaving billiards within them and hanging in a slack drape over the balls at the top, their form dragging and pleasantly caressing along the slime-coated by now beating hot objects heating up in his messy turd-oven. Suddenly, his peaceful clenching was broken up by the excited holler of Dominic, clinks resonating throughout the smoky musky air in the bar as the cat heard one ball sink into a pocket... then two... and to his shock and amazement... a third... His butthole greasily tensed a little at the sheer thought of it, immediately anticipating what was to come as the big cat strode around the table, collecting Val's prize...

He shivered, moaning out as his turdhole flexed and throbbed in anticipation, unable to help but loudly gulp as he felt his cheeks flushing... He hadn't thought about it, but there were plenty of balls in a billiard game... especially if the competitors were trying their hardest to whittle it down to a last point match... He just might wind up lugging a few extra pounds home by accident by the night's end, that is if he was even in a state to take himself home...

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And finally this piece is done! I feel really happy with how this came out, especially when it comes to the shading and the effects work and the background! The keener of you may be able to point out that this background was made in Source! I've been a mapper with Hammer for nearly half my life at this point, so I figured why don't I try to use it to complete a background? After all, I dig how the RP_Downtown background on the soda can AV pride month piece came out, so why not see what I could do with something custom? It was pretty fun seeing how to sell the background more with the piece and how to fit people into it, and I think this would definitely not look the same without it!

Thank you guys for your ongoing support, you help push me forward and help me continue to develop and grow my craft. I feel like I'm really finally starting to hit a stride and my work is something I've been very proud of (though still consistently self-criticizing and trying to grow better!) -- I definitely wanna keep experimenting with 3D backgrounds like this more, as well as continue to explore this shading style, since I feel like I could probably still do more with it, but for now...

If you don't already know Tally Hall, listen to this song. Do it, do it NOWWWW!!!!

(This one too........)

Cheers~!