In the flurry of activity that followed the advent of the dumpster, somehow your family had produced three video cameras, two tripods, and a banner that read “Fuck You, Ben.”
Madelyn had done her hair and makeup like she was going to be in a professional photo shoot, though she was wearing nothing but a light pink robe that wrapped snugly about her waist; just below the modest bump of her late husband’s remains.
Your various relatives had been tasked with certain responsibilities; Uncle James manned a video camera and tripod down by the dumpster to record Ben’s inglorious departure. Bernie had the unenviable task of sweeping up anything that didn’t make it into the dumpster, along with Rudy, who was growing an unwanted reputation as the family shit cleaner upper.
Aunt Sofie had the other tripod up on the deck to record Maddie as she disposed of her ex. And Taryn had eagerly claimed the third camera and was just focusing it on whatever or whoever caught her eye in that particular three second interval.
You and Mira had been spared any responsibilities, and as the ‘birthday boy and girl’ respectively, you’d been given ‘prime seats’ in the form of folding chairs placed down on the grass about 10 feet back from the edge of the dumpster.
Sitting awkwardly beside your cousin, you’d been unable to stop yourself from sighing in relief when she sat in the chair beside you rather than devouring you outright. Still. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at her, nor did she seem to be looking at you as you glanced at her out of the corner of her eye.
“Alright everyone! Ready?” Aunt Emma shouted from up on the deck, to a chorus of ‘yeah’ from your female relatives, and some awkward murmurs from yourself and the other men. You noticed that Mira was silent beside you, seemingly staring at nothing in particular as she watched Madelyn.
“Ok, ON THREE!”
“ONE!” Madelyn pulled the lower half of her robe aside with one hand, holding it bunched in front of her, exposing her firm ass and long toned legs to you and the rest of your family watching from below.
“TWO” You watched as she grinned and perched herself atop the railing over the dumpster. One hand reaching back to grip her firm ass and spread it wide enough for you to see the tiny wrinkle of her pucker from your seat down below.
“THREE!” And without a pause, Ben sputtered back into the world, long logs of dark brown shit falling through the air and into the dumpster below, where they landed with muted sounds of impact on whatever trash had been in the dumpster. Thick, dense logs; the sound of their impact was louder than you had expected. Staring, you could see your cousin’s ass stretching wider around the logs as they became thicker, and packed with whatever remnants of Ben’s bones survived digestion. You watched as log after log fell, and then as the waste became looser and the sounds of its impact replaced with wet splats as most of the vores laughed and cheered.
