“Don’t forget to arch your back, sweetie!” Aunt Sofie hollers, taking photographs of Mira as she posed in another bathing suit on the deck outside the cabin. The sea-green fabric does little to conceal her breasts considering your contributions. Now large enough to press against each other even when unrestrained, Mira’s breasts were several sizes too large for her old clothing, a fact even Rudy and Harvey seemed to appreciate in covert glances as Mira turned and flaunted her enhanced assets.
“Are we almost done…? Max is getting a little impatient…” Miranda replies as she twists and bends, smiling as her mother and sister snap photo after photo of her.
“That boy. I swear, he couldn’t get a move on before nine to save his life, but now that he’s tits and shits he’s rearing to go first thing in the morning” Max’s mother said, shaking her head as she smiled at Mira. “Glad to see you’ve whipped him into shape dear.”
“A couple very nice shapes,” Carrie quipped, her sister blushing in response.
“Are we ready?” Mira asked, shifting her weight from left to right and back and waiting for any sort of objection. Sensing that none was forthcoming, Mira lowered her swimsuit bottom and, with her legs crossed in front of her, sat on the rail and reached back to spread her cheeks.
The first of your remains spew out in a burst of moist, loosely packed waste, falling to the dumpster below with a wet splat over the remains of those that went before you. Rope after rope of the same loose shit spills out, coating the heap below in a thin layer of fresh manure before the first of your bones begin to re-emerge, caked with yet more of your remains.
Much the same as Ben’s farewell, cameras and video recorders capture your disposal from all angles as most of your male relatives shuffle awkwardly nearby and the vores cheer Mira on. Unlike Ben, you get a few cheers too, for having melted so nicely, and coming out so quietly and smooth.
“A calm man exits with poise, a panicked man exits with noise!” Your mother joked, “I guess Maxie managed to keep himself together after all!”
Laughing at your mother’s joke, Aunt Kari teased, “Well, after a fashion, maybe. From what I can see, he seems pretty scattered about.”
It takes roughly twenty minutes for you to vacate your cousin’s bowels, and when your skull emerges about fifteen minutes in, Uncle James climbs up on a stepladder with long rubber gloves on to retrieve it; careful to avoid the still falling deluge of Miranda’s poo. “You got a pretty nice keepsake, Mira, jawbone’s fused to the skull so it won’t go anywhere. Only missing two teeth too. You should clean it up and keep it around.”
“Thank you! I saw the bone cleaning kit someone got me for my birthday. I’ll tidy Max up and take him home with me. He deserves to see what he added after all,” Mira giggled before letting loose a few last sputtering bursts onto the pile below.
“Sooo, Mira, I have Max’s birth certificate and high school diploma~,” your mother offers in a singsong voice as Mira reaches for the toilet paper. “Oh, I don’t know if I want to shit over his whole life, Aunt Melody. He was such a good cousin.”
“Aw, you’re such a sweet little angel, Mira. I’ll hang on to them then, though I may be tempted to use them myself.”
“Ha, well, I suppose it shouldn’t matter much to him at this point. Tit-fat doesn’t pay taxes.” Mira finished wiping, tossing the toilet paper onto the pile and looking for Uncle James. “Hey, Uncle James, can you wrap that in a towel or something and bring it here?” Mira called.
“Sure, sure,” Uncle James answered as he did just that, striding up to Mira as she took her cellphone from Carrie and the skull from Uncle James and leaned back with her phone raise above her. Turning your skull to stare up at the camera and angling the phone to show the dumpster brimming with nearly a week’s worth of shit in the gap between Mira’s beaming face and your own macabre grin, Mira snapped several pictures before hopping off the rail and choosing her favorite to post.
Just finished celebrating my 18th Birthday!!! Had a shared party with my cousin Max; look who made it to 24! (and not a day longer LOL)
He gave me the best presents out of anyone, though, and not just the skull; let’s just say I think I know what his favorite part of my body was— ( . )( . )
THANK YOU MAX!
