Saturday morning, when Karen and I drove to the airport to meet Tricia's
homecoming flight, was a bittersweet moment. I was fifteen pounds
heavier, the increase being most noticeable in my belly and rear end,
and I squirmed uncomfortably in the passenger seat, dressed in jeans
that were three sizes too small with a loose flannel shirt hiding my
embonpoint. Underneath my street clothes, I wore a pastel pink bra and
panty set, also three sizes too small, a heavily boned waist cincher, a
vibrating buttplug up my ass, and clamps on my nipples. For the ride to
the airport, Karen had turned the vibrator to high, and reached over
occasionally to squeeze my genitals through the denim, keeping me in a
constant state of arousal. "My goal is to see you cream your jeans when
you first hug Tricia on greeting her. She'll get off on it, I know I'll
get off on it, and I'm sure you'll get off on it, too."
"What if I come from this treatment before we even get to the airport?"
I ask, concern in my eyes.
"Then we'll just have to start over, and I'll devise a special
punishment that I can help Tricia with when we get back to her house."
She squeezed my crotch teasingly as she piloted the car east toward the
Williamson County Regional Airport. After a few more strokes of her
fingers, I moaned and felt my burning seed jet from my penis, coating my
belly and panties with my sticky essence. "Looks like you're in for it
now," Karen remarked. "You've never been given an old- fashioned green
soap enema, have you?"
"No--I've read about the treatment, but I've always dreaded actually
getting one." I looked lovingly into her eyes as I asked, "Will it hurt
"More than you can imagine, especially considering we'll make you hold
it at least ten minutes before expelling. I've seen men pass out from
such torture." She squeezed my crotch affectionately, then patted my
belly in a loving manner, settling into a rhythm where she was kneading
my abdomen with increasing firmness.
We pulled up into the parking area, exited the car, locked the doors,
and entered the waiting area of the terminal. We sat comfortably, and
she drew me into an ardent hug, caressing my back with soothing hands
before we disengaged and settled in to wait for the arrival of Tricia's
Since Karen had shut off the vibrator switch to the plug before we
entered the small terminal, my dick was only half-hard when we rose to
greet Tricia. As I stepped forward to hug my dark-haired lover, I felt
Karen reach into my left hip pocket to bring the vibrator unit into
life, sending an electric thrill to my prostate. Tricia, sensing what
was happening, pressed her center lewdly into mine, whispering, "It
appears you're happy to see me." She ground her pelvis against mine
until we both groaned in consummation. Then she disengaged from our lewd
embrace and stepped back, remarking, "Let me look at you." She ran a
hand across my belly, exclaiming, "I like this, Paul. It looks like
you've done a good job fattening him up, Karen." Then she slid the same
hand over my buttocks, squeezing them obscenely. Smiling approvingly at
Karen, she observed, "His ass is fuller. I can't wait to try him out
with the new foundation garments and antrium syringe I brought back with
me." She looked deeply into my eyes and inquired intently, "Did you come
on the drive to the airport?" She felt the wetness at my crotch and
"I can't lie to you--between Karen's fondling and the vibrating plug up
my tush, I couldn't help it." I lowered my eyes, near tears because I
dreaded the prospective punishment for my indiscretion. She caressed my
face tenderly, her expression softening, then pulled her hand away.
"Let's go," Tricia replied. "Paul, your furtive pleasures on the ride
over are a breach of discipline, and I am going to have to punish you,
but just remember that it's all a ritual, a role-playing exercise to
awaken your response to erotic stimuli. You have understood the terms of
the exchange from the beginning, haven't you?"
"Absolutely, sweet Mistress Tricia, and I acquiesce willingly."
Following Tricia and Karen at the obligatory five-pace distance, I
marvelled at the roundness of their big butts, my dick stirring into
erection yet again over the thought of fondling, licking, and kissing
those magnificent orbs. When we got to Karen's Versailles, she unlocked
the doors; Tricia joined me in the back seat for the ride to her house.
Once we were on Illinois 13 West, she began undressing me slowly, noting
with approval how my cincher caused my belly to bulge out obscenely from
the navel down. She squeezed my dick affectionately, then patted my
stomach: "Such a round little tummy--I can't wait to make it bigger and
watch you grimace in agony when that green soap solution begins to
invade your bowels." She reached beneath my panties in back to fondle my
asscheeks, adding, "I think a paddling with a sandpaper surface over wet
panties is just the ticket for initiating your punishment. That way,
it'll really sting when I sIt you down on the toilet to release the
brutal purge I'm planning for you." She tapped Karen on the right
shoulder, inquiring, "Does that seem like a good idea to you, too, dear
Karen nodded, replying, "It will be so good to keep him in tears and
terror as we celebrate your homecoming. I think I've coddled him way too
much while you were away." She fell silent, returning her attention to
Tricia opened her top to reveal a bra with nipple cutouts. "Kiss my
breasts, and don't stop until my nipples are rock-hard." I fell to my
task, licking and sucking her delectable aureolae, gently nipping at the
points until they were erect like miniature penises. I continued to
suckle her, noting by her ragged breathing that her climax was immanent.
She writhed in pure joy, whipping her heavy mounds against my face.
As we pulled into Tricia's driveway, she ordered me to adjust my
clothing and help her carry her baggage into the house. Then she and
Karen converged on me, deftly undressing me to my lingerie and cincher
as they pulled me into the master bathroom. Karen began running water
and mixing solution into the 3.8 quart clear hospital bag while Tricia
took a cup of water and soaked my overly tight panties; she then took an
oversized paddle with sixty-grit sandpaper glued on both sides and began
pelting my tush furiously. "You're a hopelessly depraved slut, Paula.
You couldn't even refrain from coming on the drive over to the airport.
I can tell you need a lot more training before you'll ever develop the
discipline to obey orders without deviation." She pelted my ass some
more, to the point that my cheeks were burning and stinging, then pulled
my panties down to observe the color her treatment had brought to my
glutei. "Such a pretty shade of crimson," she remarked. "I think I'd
like to keep your ass that color for a few weeks running." Pulling my
panties down, she delivered one hundred extra swats to each cheek, then
bade me lie crosswise in the tub with my feet dangling over the edge.
By this time, Karen had finished mixing the solution, burped the air out
of the lines, and approached my rear end with an exam glove lubed with
K-Y. She began thrusting fingers up my bung in an exploratory fashion,
not satisfied until she was fucking me with three of them. Tricia then
began easing the double inflatable nozzle into my hole, inflating the
balloon to maximum size. "Don't you think it would be a good idea to gag
him for this treatment?" Karen asked. "Do we really want to hear his
"Of course we do--no gag. I want to experience the total pleasure of his
suffering, especially when we make him hold it for ten minutes."
Karen opened the clamp to release the caustic solution into my smelliest
depths. The warmth of the liquid felt good at first, and its subtle
pressure on my prostate, combined with the more palpable contact from
the inflatable nozzle, gave me a granite-hard erection. After a minute
or so, however, I began to feel the cutting cramps begin to knife
through my insides. "Oh, God, it hurts so bad!" I exclaimed, clutching
my middle, which felt as if it would explode. "I'm really sorry I came
without permission on the ride to the airport. Please stop it--I can't
take it anymore. Uhhh-- oohhh--it hurts so bad. I'm really gonna die if
you don't close the clamp and take the inflatable nozzle out of my
butt." I groaned and writhed in my turned-turtle position in the tub,
clutching my belly with increasing agony.
Tricia only snickered and turned to Karen, who was lying on her left
side on the bathroom floor, legs slightly apart. "Do you think you're
ready to give him a surprise?" she inquired wickedly.
"Yes--I'd say the suppository I inserted just before running the water
is about to start working." She rose to a kneeling position, massaging
her abdomen as a cutting fart erupted from her bowels. She approached
the tub and straddled my face, planting her fanny squarely over me with
her asshole positioned just over my nose. "Here's an additional treat
for someone who still hasn't learned any self-control." Squatting closer
to my nose so I could see every detail of her distended asshole, she
farted again, then began passing a glistening turd onto my face. "Sniff
deeply, slave--it's a love offering for my favorite ass-licking puppy."
I began to cry, gagging at the stench as the turd dropped onto my
forehead. She grunted, farting again, and ejected another firm log of
her feces onto my head, kneading her tummy to produce another expulsion.
Alas, her supply of shit had ended, and she directed, in an icy voice,
"Now cleanse my asshole with your tongue."
I gagged at this command, but began to diligently lap at her dirty bung,
retching at the earthy scent that emanated from her delectable backside.
I belched, utterly nauseated from the soap in my treatment, my stomach
in agony from the cramps which had become relentless and, to my mind,
life-threatening. Finally, I noted that her nether region was clean and
shiny with my saliva, and I planted a final kiss on her anal eye,
inserting my tongue in fucking motions until she shook in orgasm. "Very
good, slave," Karen remarked. "We have other entertainments for you
while you retain your punishment lavage." She moved away and allowed
Tricia to take a seat on my face.
I heard the clamp close just as Tricia's fanny covered my face; I began
lapping at her asshole with an enthusiasm born of panic. I felt near
death from the agonizing cramps which now cut my bowel in waves; the
pain was relentless, and I belched nauseously as I smelled the dirty
scent of Tricia's butthole. "I had two chili dogs with pepper jack
cheese and extra hot sauce before my flight took off from Chicago. I
think you'll find the effects interesting." Her ass erupted in a mighty
fart, and the methane stench nearly made me pass out. I plunged gamely
into my act of analingus, to the effect that Tricia bounced roughly up
and down on my face as she exploded in a chain of orgasms, which in turn
triggered another series of noxious emissions from her gasbound bowels.
Just when I thought I'd pass out, she lifted herself off my face, rose,
and took one arm as Karen took the other, the pair leading me to the
toilet, where the inflatable nozzle was deflated and deftly removed, and
they settled me heavily on the seat.
As I farted and thundered my way into blessed relief, Tricia took my
manhood into her mouth, seeking to restore it to life after it had
wilted from the effects of the soap and the ensuing cramps. I groaned as
the solution exited my rear with continuous cramps and spattering force,
my farts rising to rival even those bestowed upon me by my two
voluptuous tormentors. While Tricia worshipped my penis with her mouth,
Karen kneaded my deflating paunch roughly in an effort to hasten my
evacuation. Finally, caught up in sensory overload, I exploded my seed
into the brunette's voracious maw and groaned as I felt the last of the
wicked purge exit my sore anus. I collapsed against the back of the
toilet, breathing stertorous and my face bathed in sweat.
"Rinse cycle?" Karen inquired, and Tricia nodded, rising to rinse the
bag under the shower. Adjusting the water temperature skillfully, she
filled the bag with steaming water, hung it on the curtain bar, and shut
off the shower tap. She and Karen positioned me on my left side in the
tub, legs slightly apart to give them better access to my nether
regions. I felt a lubed finger enter my behind, stirring my dick to life
as it touched my prostate. Then, the insertion of another finger caused
me to become hard as granite, and I moaned with pleasure as Tricia
continued to fingerfuck my anus, hitting new areas of my prostate with
each plunge inward.
"Can you tell how many fingers I have in you?" she inquired lubriciously.
"I'd say two--maybe three. I can't really tell." I was panting in
arousal as I answered her.
"Actually, I have everything except my right thumb up your asshole.
You're just such a totally depraved little anal slut--I love to stretch
your sphincter with my treatments." She shoved her fingers more
forcefully in and out of my behind, and I could feel drops of
preejaculate emerge from the tip of my penis. Just when I thought I was
going to come, she withdrew the fingers and replaced them with the
double inflatable nozzle. I felt it expand to full size, and moaned in
arousal from the fullness in my nether passage.
"Wait'll he discovers the effects of the Antrium syringe," Karen
giggled. "The look of surprise on his face will be worth our efforts."
She smiled impishly at me, licking her lips in a lascivious manner.
"I'm glad you took care of that detail, since we forgot to use it for
the green soap treatment," Tricia replied. "Since you brought up the
issue, I'll expect you to stand by for my signal when I want to use it."
She opened the clamp, and I felt the soothing water begin its caressing
invasion of my insides. After a moment, I also noticed how steaming hot
it was, and I groaned at the spreading heat in my colon.
"Isn't this water a little too hot, Tricia? I feel as if it's going to
scald my guts." I began to whimper at the rise in my internal
temperature, beads of sweat covering my face and neck.
"To complete the treatment, we have to rinse you with a load of hot
water, then a load of cold water. If you think this is a bit harsh, wait
until you get a gutful of 60o water." She began to massage my belly
gently, working the liquid into new areas of my bowels. I watched her
turn toward Karen, and felt rather than saw a sudden rapid increase in
the pressure in my insides. I felt bloated, pregnant even, as a large
burst of water shot into me almost instantaneously.
I groaned at the intensity of the invasion, my dick still rock-hard,
wondering how I was going to endure the whole load. My stomach felt as
if it was about to burst, and a cramp began just above my crotch that
spread to above my navel. I began to breathe deeper as the pressure of
Tricia's hands helped the water in its travel to dissipate the rest of
the gas and suds in my colon. Just as the cramps eased off and I began
to relax, I felt another mighty burst of water being forced into my
insides. I groaned with the fullness, whimpering, "My tummy feels so
pregnant--I feel like I'm gonna explode. Can't we stop this? I don't
think I can take anymore."
As Tricia was about to reply, I heard Karen remark icily, "Quit your
bellyaching, Paula. You know you've taken bigger loads from me while
Tricia was at the APA Convention. Just grit your teeth and take it--like
Trish said, if you think this hot water treatment makes your belly
strain and cramp, you have no idea how much it will hurt when you get
nearly a gallon of icy cold water inside you." She squeezed the Antrium
syringe bulb yet again to force the last of the water into my stretched
insides, then closed the clamp to ensure that none of it would flow back
into the bag.
I lay there moaning in agony, sure that I would die before my two
tormentors deigned to allow me the sweet release I craved so
desperately. I heard Tricia say, "We need to have him do something
active to get this stirred up really good. Any ideas, Karen?"
"How about making him fuck one of us doggy-style?" She bent over in
front of us, spreading the cheeks of her wide white ass as she wiggled
it sensuously back and forth. "How about it, big boy? Do you wanna stick
it in me? We won't let you release until after you and I have both come."
"Great idea," Tricia remarked, helping me to my feet, her right hand
still pressed against my distended belly. She helped me position myself
behind Karen as the latter reached behind to guide my penis into her
dripping vulva. I began the rhythms so natural to all mammals, my
manhood on fire from the moist heat of Karen's vaginal passage; what I
wouldn't have expected was that Tricia would continue to knead my
swollen abdomen the entire time I pounded in and out of Karen's pussy.
The combination of sensory stimuli soon put me over the edge, and with
an impassioned moan, I shot my semen deep into Karen's center just as
she screamed in an abandoned climax. I collapsed weakly against her
back, nearly unconscious from the agonizing pressure in my colon, until
Tricia helped me up, positioned me over the toilet, deflated the
inflatable nozzle balloons, and whisked the contraption from my rear.
"Bear down," Karen ordered, and I involuntarily clenched the muscles in
my abdomen while she pressed vigorously into my middle. I was correct in
assuming that the application of such warm water would hurt more on its
exit than on its entry; as the scalding water shot from my rear, it
stung my rectum and anus in an excruciating manner. The pressure of
Karen's hand against my stomach didn't help matters, either; it only
made my suffering more intense. Before I was done expelling, however,
she took my dick into her mouth, sucking it into full erection, and I
shot another load down her throat before I was done.
Words cannot describe the agony I felt when the pair of ministering
angels or tormentors (?) put me through 3.8 quarts of icy cold water. I
began to cramp before a pint of water had flowed into me, but there was
no relief as the inflatable nozzle in my ass effectively prevented any
backwards flow of the frigid water. Within seconds, Tricia began a
brutal massage of my abdomen with a large, powerful vibrator, remarking,
"We need to get this water worked into every little nook and cranny of
your bowels so it will clean you out very thoroughly." She pressed
harder and harder into my midsection while Karen began pelting my tush
with the sandpaper paddle once again. At some point, the overload was
unbearable, and I felt a violent lurch in my belly just before I
ejaculated with incredible force and passed out.
When I came to, Karen and Tricia were kneeling on either side of me on
the bed, Karen to the left, and both had their callypygous fannies
pointed at my face. I groaned, the belly cramps from the icy solution I
still retained in sudden competition with the erection stirring from the
sight of these magnificent gluteal mounds. What I wanted more than
anything else was to take my dick in hand and pump it to sweet release
while whipsawing my head back and forth to observe these succulent
rumps. What I did instead was to begin licking each tush, alternating
between them in two- to three-minute intervals. I was in erotic heaven,
and I could tell by Karen's and Tricia's moaning that they felt the
same. As I moved from Tricia's buns to Karen's, Tricia changed her
position on the bed, sprawling with her legs wrapped around my right
leg, her face resting against the right side of my body as she lazily
began rubbing my swollen tummy, alternating her stroking there to trace
her fingers lightly down the insides of my thighs. Naturally, my crank
was now hard as steel, and I moaned in sensual overload as her mouth
positioned itself over my obdurate erection.
I began thrusting my tongue deeper and deeper into Karen's relaxing
bunghole, causing her to shake in her kneeling position; I could see the
lubrication dripping off her labia once when I moved away for a quick
breath of air. Karen's sphincter was so relaxed by now that she began
emitting harmless airy little farts every time I withdrew my tongue from
its wrinkled depths. My dick felt ten feet long, and I knew that my
crisis would soon arrive. Just when I thought I was about to come, Karen
pulled her tush away from my face, stood up, and announced, "It's time
to get Paul(a) into the bathroom. Don't you think so, Tricia?" She
smiled at her raven-haired spiritual sister and started rubbing my
distended abdomen as Tricia removed her mouth from my penis and began
rubbing the right side of my middle. A minute or so later, they each
took one of my shoulders to help me walk into the john, still rubbing my
bloated gut as we made the trip.
They positioned me over the toilet seat, Tricia caressing my heinie
while deflating the inflatable nozzle balloon and easing the contraption
from my rear. They settled me on the seat, Karen hissing, "Hold your
water, Paul(a). We have another surprise in store for you." She gently
rubbed my exploding midsection as she said this. Tricia positioned
herself on her knees, her face moving in to wrap her lips around my
woodie, while Karen pressed harder into my tummy until I thought I'd
puke and pass out again. At the next moment, Karen stood up, helping
Tricia position herself so her fanny was pointed at me at eye level.
"Kiss my ass good, Paul(a)," Tricia commanded. She shoved her rear
against my face as Karen took over the task of fellating me. My dick
again felt on the verge of exploding, and I still hadn't been ordered to
release the one hundred twenty-two or so ounces of water inside my
swollen belly. Within minutes, Tricia was on my lap, spreading the
cheeks of her wonderful big white ass to impale her poop-chute on my
granite erection. She began bouncing up and down on my thighs as Karen
squatted by my side, moving her mouth to mine to begin a dialogue of
soul kisses that sent me to the stars. I was literally in erotic heaven,
and my two tormentors groaned as much from arousal as I did from my
combination of lust and agony. Finally, Tricia shouted, "Release,
Paul(a)," and I relaxed my sphincter to let the huge load of water and
fecal residue begin its exploding exit.
Tricia began increasing the pace of our obscene coupling; her tight
sphincter felt so wonderful around my aching erection that I couldn't
hold out long, especially with Karen's tongue in my mouth pushing me
still closer to orgasm. My tummy resounded with cramps from the cold
water which was still issuing from my bung when I felt that inner lurch
(some call it "male anal orgasm") in my belly and felt my seed begin its
fiery journey into Tricia's anal depths. It seems like I came forever,
my semen rocketing out of me in at least a dozen powerful bursts that
set off Tricia's orgasm as well. I could hear Karen moaning in
consummation as well; looking down, I saw that she still had her left
hand buried in her crotch. We hung there, suspended in bliss, while my
colon emptied itself in a farting, gurgling expulsion.
After wiping me, Karen and Tricia escorted me into the shower and turned
on the taps, the three of us suspended in the langour of afterglow;
hands and tongues traveled over bodies as we huddled under the soothing
spray. At some point we were all seated on the tub floor, the middle
finger of my right hand buried up Tricia's butt while my left performed
the same service for Karen. Tricia and I were soul kissing while she
probed my sphincter with her left hand; Karen was licking and fisting my
reawakened manhood. Tricia pulled her tongue from my right ear to remark
offhandedly to Karen, "I think we all should take high colonics. Karen,
are you game?"
"Yeah--but please don't shoot me." She gave my dick a final stroke,
rose, and went to get the five-quart bags and oversized tubes for our
next scenario. Tricia squatted over my lap, her fanny aimed at my groin,
and instructed, "Play with my tits while you fuck my ass, okay? Paul(a),
I see that androgyny suits you well. After the colonic, we'll dress you
up and seduce you in true dyke fashion. You're one of the girls now,
baby." She rubbed her succulent buttocks against my awakening member
before spreading them with both hands, easing her sphincter over my
dick, and plunging all the way down. "Ohhhh, yesss!" she yelled. "Fuck
my ass hard." She began bouncing furiously up and down as I felt my
erection swell even bigger and harder inside her moist heat. It was like
fucking molten butter, and I knew I had to make it last for as long as I
could, so I began thinking about pig farming and terrorist activities
and baseball statistics and just about anything at all except the sweet
female tush spearing itself on my penis.
Meanwhile, I was mauling Tricia's tits with both hands, pulling hard on
her nipples and squeezing the soft flesh roughly. I could tell by her
ragged breathing that she was as close to the edge as I was, and I took
my courage in hand, whispering, "God you have a sweet asshole, Trish. I
think I could do this all night and the next three days before I even
stopped to eat or sleep." I began more vigorous thrusting movements with
my pelvis as I continued to pay rough homage to her bouncing breasts.
Karen reentered the room; from the corner of my eye I could see her
hanging the three bloated kidney bags of steaming water from the shower
curtain rod. Soon, she was seated at my left, her right hand going to
stroke my thighs as she thrust her tongue into my left ear. "We're gonna
make you come so good, Paul(a)," she whispered breathily. Her left hand
went to work in Trish's crotch as the three of us revolved on a carousel
of dizzy lust. My heart felt like it was going to pound itself out of my
chest, so furious was its beat and pulse. I by this time was busy with
my left hand in Karen's crotch, my right continuing to maul Trish's
breasts. The three of us hung there for star-splayed eternities before
exploding in a quivering mass of satiated flesh, breath stertorous, our
bodies bathed in sweat.
When we came to, Karen was inserting the tubes into our rears, grunting
to insert her own as soon as she'd finished with me and Tricia. She
instructed me to lie on my left side with my penis inserted into
Tricia's vagina from the rear, then she straddled our heads so we could
alternate lapping at her sex as she opened the clamps on all three bags,
releasing the steamy water into our thirsty backsides. My dick felt hard
enough to drive nails as I pounded in and out of Tricia's molten cunt
walls; her ragged breathing told me she was incredibly aroused as well.
Karen, to her credit, began writhing around over our heads, an
occasional pussy-fart swelling from her glistening labia. We all
shuddered and shook from orgasm numerous times as the water filled us,
bloating our tummies outwards and making us all feel deliciously
stuffed. I felt my dick give another lurch, then the piercing sweetness
as I jetted my seed into Tricia's slick, hot vagina, experiencing the
snapping sensation of her labia opening and closing rhythmically with
yet another series of incredible climaxes.
Karen, above us, was panting in arousal and utterly depraved need, her
breath growing increasingly ragged. As Tricia tongued her clitoris
closer to the edge, I began stabbing mine in and out of her labia,
reaming her cooze as deep as I could. With a cry, Karen sank back
against the floor, her body spasming in what had to be the grand-daddy
of all climaxes; when she recovered, she gently caressed our distended
bellies and urged us on to yet another orgasm. We dissolved into a
semicoma of sensual bliss. Ten minutes later, Tricia moaned, "God, I
think my belly's gonna bust wide open." She rose, hobbled to the toilet
and pulled the thick tube from her rear before settling her tush on the
seat. Powerful gurglings and rumblings and farts emanated from her
midsection as she sat clutching her abdomen from the cramps.
Karen and I were engaged in a hot sixty-nine as a means of distracting
each other from the explosive urgency we were both experiencing. Just as
I thought my belly was going to burst, I felt the burning sweetness of
my sperm traveling from my testes to eject forcefully down Karen's
throat; her pelvis bucked at my face as she rode my tongue to her own
orgasm. We disengaged ourselves, Karen whisking the tube from her rear
before settling herself on the toilet with a loud, wet fart. As she
passed her waste products, Tricia came to my side, rubbing my belly
gently as I awaited my turn. She took my flaccid cock into her mouth and
fellated me to another explosive climax. I turned to my side, clutching
my gut and weeping in agony, praying for Karen to finish at the toilet
quickly. Then she was done, and she came over to take one of my arms as
she and Tricia guided me to the john and eased the tube from my bung. I
sank to the seat, clutching my belly as the load of water made its
explosive exit. The cramps were intense, and I gave vent to unrestrained
farting as Karen and Tricia stroked my abdomen gently, urging me to
empty completely. At last, I slumped exhausted against the tank,
supported by four hands that began caressing me ever more perversely
before the two women assisted me in rising and helped me into the
shower, where we stood huddled in a soapy grope.
the shower, we dried each other with thick towels and moved en masse to
the bedroom, where Tricia announced, "While I was in Chicago, I picked
up some new garments that will emphasize your recently acquired
embonpoint." She took three shopping bags from her pullman suitcase and
handed them to me. The first contained lingerie, including sheer lace
panties (in pink, blue, beige, white, red, and black), matching bras, a
size 42DD breast form, waist cinching garterbelts in colors to match the
bras and panties, a black lace heavily boned corset, several pairs of
nylon and silk stockings, and lace bodysuits in the same colors.
"They're all the same size," she continued. "I think black is the color
for you today, since you've been so bad." I began to don the garments,
noticing that the panties were almost too tight to pull up over my hips.
Tricia nodded, smiling with approval. "I think Karen has done a good job
fattening you up," she noted. "I can't wait to see how your tummy bulges
when we give you that melted ice cream fillup Karen was telling me about
when you were taking a whizz in the airport men's room."
"Yeah," Karen seconded. "Especially since we'll be having Rima and
Andrea come over to watch, too. They haven't seen you since before we
started you on the weight-gain diet." She patted my bulging belly, then
kneaded my paunch gently, continuing, "You're such a submissive
male--it's nice to see you with more feminine curves. Now bend over so
us girls can check out your butt." As I bent over, Tricia pulled my
panties down, directing me to spread my cheeks wide. I heard a camera
flash go off, and I realized that they were taking pictures of me
exposed in my humiliating pose. In a moment, I saw Karen facing me with
a Polaroid in her hand. "Say cheese, Paul(a)." She snapped a picture of
my face, my artificial cleavage thrust toward the camera in obscene
offering, just as Tricia thrust a dry finger rudely up my bung, working
it in and out to inflame my prostate. My dick erected involuntarily, and
I felt the beginnings of pre-ejaculate emerging from the head.
"Oh, God, I'm gonna cum if you keep that up." I panted in arousal, my
rear swaying sensuously and helplessly as Trish continued her lewd
invasion of my moon, gasping as I felt my crisis approaching. Before I
could come, however, she withdrew her finger and added a second,
wiggling them around to stretch out my depraved and lustful asshole. I
could feel the pre- ejaculate seeping out my urethra by the time she'd
gotten three fingers inside me, and I groaned in utter need as she
pulled out the fingers and replaced them with a thick thrusting
vibrator, moving it from side to side as the head stroked in and out of
my open behind. I began gasping in pleasure, my prostate on fire from
the plastic appendage's invasion. Just before I could come, Trish
squeezed hard on the head of my dick, forestalling any ejaculation,
while Karen removed the vibrator from my rear and replaced it with the
head of a two-inch thick dildo nozzle. She held it in position while
Trish helped me to my feet, the two of them escorting me carefully to
the bathroom, Trish exhorting, "We're gonna fuck you good with this here
dick, then when he comes inside you, you'll look pregnant." She took
over Karen's chore with the dildo, positioning me on all fours, while
Karen mixed warm water and melted ice cream in an open-top five-quart
I heard the snap of the connector between the dildo lead and the hose
from the bag, then felt the dildo moving in and out of me slowly and
sensuously. "You're fucking him good, Trish," Karen remarked. "My crotch
is getting wet just watching you." She stood, pulled down her jeans and
panties, kicked them aside, and squatted by my left side so I could suck
on her breasts and watch her busy fingers working at her snatch. She
grinned lustfully at me as her index finger strummed rapidly across her
clitoris, observing, "Doesn't Paul(a) have the sweetest asshole, Trish?
I really like to fuck him/her there when we're getting down one on one."
"Yeah, his pooper is nice and tight, and it stretches out so nice
whenever somebody loves him up there. Are your cheeks burning, Paul(a)?"
She pumped harder in and out of my tush as she said this. "Answer me:
are you embarassed by me and Karen talking about your asshole like this?"
"No, mistress. I love every attention you pay to my bunghole. Fuck me
harder, please, sweet mistress."
I felt her action with the dildo speed up, and I moaned in ecstasy as it
opened my bung further and touched new areas inside me. "If you keep
this up, I'll probably come in another minute."
"Not before my penis does," Trish remarked. "In fact, I think it's about
to come right now." I heard a snap as she opened the clamp and felt the
beginnings of the diluted ice cream starting to fill my empty behind and
colon. The temperature was exquisite, just warm enough to be soothing
without scalding me in any way. I began to feel lightheaded, too, and I
was moved to ask:
"Does this strawberry ice cream have booze in it, or what?"
"In the first place, it's not strawberry; it's rum raisin. And it has
quite a bit of booze in it, as a matter of fact." She continued pumping
in and out of me as the solution kept flowing deeper and deeper into my
bowels. I soon began to feel full, and I glanced up at the bag, noting
that a bit more than a quart had drained out of it. I shuddered
inwardly, thinking about how bombed I'd be when I had all five quarts of
the load inside my straining middle. My erection was hard to the point
of shattering, and I felt a caressing hand on my belly; I could see that
Karen was still masturbating, and she had turned with her back to me so
I could see that she had two fingers of her left hand up her own asshole
while she masturbated her pussy and clit with her right. The hand on my
stomach soothed me, and Trish began crooning softly as she massaged my
midsection, forcing my bowels to accept even more of the warm,
booze-laced water. After a few minutes of this treatment, she announced,
"Now let's turn you onto your left side, so I can fuck you at a
different angle." I obligingly turned to position myself thusly,
relaxing on the bath rug with my legs apart. In this position, Tricia
pumped the dildo in and out of my rear while stroking my penis with the
"How much liquid is left?" I asked, my speech beginning to get a little
shaky and even verge toward slurriness.
"Three quarts--and you'll take it all nonstop." She began masturbating
me at a faster pace, the pace of her dildo assault in my open rear
speeding up to a similar rhythm and tempo. I felt wide open, my asshole
greedily sucking the oversized nozzle in on every instroke.
"Fuck me harder," I begged wantonly. "I love you fucking my open asshole
with that big rubber dick. Oh God, I think I'll come before I'm even
filled up all the way. Fuck me . . . fuck me . . . fuck me." I groaned
with the sheer kinky pleasure of being penetrated in my nasty rear end,
panting with arousal as she continued to slam the appendage in and out
of my behind. The solution kept coming, too, to the point at which I
looked down to see my belly swollen at least four inches past its normal
embonpoint. "Oh Jesus," I moaned, "you impregnify1 my lustful tummy so
good." I continued to moan in arousal, bucking back with each thrust to
take the dildo nozzle in deeper and deeper.
"Look at that slut," Karen remarked. "He's so turned on by your
assfucking, he'll probably come long before either of us gets a chance
to touch his dick. But I won't let that happen." She continued to play
with her pussy and bunghole as Trish fucked me and played with my
shatteringly hard erection. I felt my crisis approaching, and I moaned
sluttishly as the dildo moved in and out of my lustful rear. My
breathing became ragged, and Tricia, sensing the approach of my climax,
removed her fingers from my dick and slowed down her fucking motion with
the big nozzle. "Good move, Trish. We certainly don't want him to come
I wept in frustration, feeling the beginning of cramps in my hugely
swollen gut. My dick was still shatteringly hard, weeping pre-cum that
persisted despite Trish's eschewal of any more manual stimulation for
me. I felt as if I'd blow the dildo nozzle and huge load of boozy water
out of my ass at any moment, so great was the pressure inside my bowels.
Finally, I heard the snapping sound of the clamp closing, and I took
several deep breaths, trying to adjust to the fullness and crampy pain
in my colon.
"Just look at him," Karen announced. "The little slut is loving this, I
think. When he's empty, we'll have to ravish his butt for serious." She
began to pump my dick lustfully, speeding up her hand action to the
point that, without warning, I expelled my seed all over her hand, all
over the bath rug, and all over Trish's thighs, causing the latter to
swat my tush sharply with an open palm.
"I think it's time to prolong his punishment, Karen. Paul(a), you
weren't supposed to come just yet." She swatted my tush some more,
turning it pink, then turned to Karen, "Will you go fetch the studded
paddle and the inflatable vibrating plug? I think he's got about fifteen
minutes of punishment to endure before we let him release." I saw
Karen's voluptuous tush jiggling sensuously as she walked away to fetch
the specified instruments. Meanwhile, Trish slowly eased the dildo
nozzle from my open behind, warning me, "If you make a mess before we
get the plug in you, you can expect to clean the bathroom floor and
endure another five quarts of clear water before we let you release
what's left of this load." She held my asscheeks tightly together as she
waited for Karen to return with the plug and paddle.
The plug felt comforting going into my open hole, then I felt it swell
big as a inflatable nozzle balloon as Karen inflated it and locked the
valve to the closed position. Once it was secure, Trish began pelting my
rear with the paddle, causing my buns to burn and smart. They had
positioned me on all fours for this treatment, and once Trish began
paddling my tush, she ordered, "Now lick every drop of that jizz off the
rug, off my thighs, and off Karen's hands." Once I complied with this
task, they positioned me on my back so I could take turns lapping at
Karen's and Tricia's assholes. Hearing them moan in pleasure brought me
back to full erection, and I moaned in happy arousal as my tormentors
screamed in orgasm. They left me, knees bent, clutching my abdomen as
they went to fetch other instruments of torment, tears running down my
cheeks as I contemplated the gut-buster locked inside my straining colon.
The next sound I heard was Tricia's doorbell ringing, then the giggling
voices of Rima and Andrea as Trish and Karen invited them inside. I
moaned in bloated agony, the cheeks of my face bright red in
anticipation of my embarassment when my two new tormentors observed the
plump nakedness of my tortured body. I needn't have worried, however;
Andrea peeked her head around the corner and called, "Hello, Paul(a). I
see Trish and Karen have finally given you the ice cream treatment. How
does your tummy feel?"
"Like I'm about to explode. I'm also about half-bombed from the rum in
the solution." I hiccuped, partly from giddiness and partly from nausea.
"Will Trish and Karen let me release this soon? My cramps are so intense
I'm about to pass out." She approached my side and eased her petite yet
full rear over my face, and I began lapping eagerly, first at her labia
and clit, then, once she'd orgasmed hard against my nose twice,
transferred my tongue to her winking bunghole. Just as I was about to
slide my tongue inside her, she cut loose with a loud fart that set the
air reeking. "What did you eat before you came over here?"
"Rima just got done making a fresh batch of kimchee, and it's superhot."
She looked down mischieviously at me. "I must have eaten at least a pint
of the stuff, so my gut's full of gas." She farted again, then I thrust
my tongue into her nether hole, triggering an instantaneous orgasm. The
more I tongue-fucked her bung, the more she farted. The sound and smell
of her flatulence, plus my mental image of how distended with methane
her colon must have been, made my dick rock-hard.
"I'd sure like to fuck your asshole about now, Andrea," I suggested with
a lewd chuckle in my voice. "The gas in your bowels needs stirring up, I
"With pleasure." She moved toward my crotch, delicious fanny pointed
toward my face, and spread her cheeks wide to spear herself on my dick.
"Feels so good," she moaned. "Give it to me hard. I want to feel your
rock-hard cock plunging deep into my bowels." She eased herself upward,
then sank down with a throaty groan, repeating this action until she was
bouncing up and down on my lap.
The sight of her sphincter star swallowing my shaft was a major turnon,
and I grabbed her hips and forced her up and down on me harder and
faster. "When the other ladies let me release this water, I think we
should ask them to give both of us a high colonic. As full of gas as
your tummy must be, you could use a thorough cleansing." I felt my dick
approaching orgasm as I told her this.
"You sure know how to flatter a girl," she replied, forcing her ass up
and down on my dick even faster. "Oooh, I'm coming," she screamed, just
as I flooded her bowels with my copious semen. We kept pumping for
several minutes, just to make sure my balls were completely drained.
Suddenly, I felt a desperate urge to urinate, so I figured what the
hell, and began pissing in her insides. "Are you pissing in my butt?"
she asked. When I replied in the affirmative, she said, "Go ahead--give
me a piss enema." I continued filling her colon with my brine, hearing
her pant as she approached yet another climax. "So good," she crooned.
"This will help relieve some of my gas until Tricia, Karen, and Rima can
fill us both up." She groaned as I continued to fill her behind with my
urine. When I was done, she said, "Let's get in the tub--I want to
release this all over your body." My dick pulled out of her rear with a
plopping sound as she rose and helped me into the tub.
Streams of urine and feces squirted down over me, accompanied by massive
farts as Andrea's colon voided itself of much of the kimchee gas. I took
my dick in hand, stroking it furiously as I stared up at her beautiful
behind and her straining sphincter. She was masturbating, too, moaning
at the release of the burning urine in her insides. Just as we shouted
each other's names in simultaneous orgasm, I heard laughter and applause
from Trish, Karen, and Rima. "Did he piss into your dirty heinie,
Andrea?" Rima inquired. "Was the hot gas from the kimchee starting to
give you a tummyache?"
"Oh God, yes," Andrea replied. "And I'm still full of it--I want a high
colonic when Paul(a) gets hers." She rubbed her still-distended belly
vigorously, voiding a little more urine as she faced the others.
"Since you left poor Paul(a) holding his rum raisin solution, giving him
a much bigger bellyache than you have, we'll have to lube the colon tube
with soap, just to make sure you suffer like he has," Trish decided. "I
can't wait to watch you clutch your belly in agony, because your colonic
will begin as soon as Paul(a) starts releasing what s/he's holding right
now. Then you'll have to hold it until after he's taken and released his
clear water colonic." She left the room to fetch the equipment for our
"God, Paul(a), you look a little `pregnant,'" Rima exclaimed. "Let me
help you to the toilet so you don't have too much of a hangover later."
She looked down at my crotch, where my erection had risen at the sight
of Rima's naked body, clad in a black leather corset and bustier.
"What's this? Does our little sissy boy have another hardon? We'll just
have to do something about that." She licked her lips as she and Karen
assisted me from the tub.
By this time, Trish had returned with the five-quart bags and oversized
colon tubes. She placed Andrea on all fours in the tub, filled both bags
with steaming warm water after attaching the tubes, and took a bottle of
Castile soap from the medicine cabinet. Donning a rubber exam glove on
her right hand, she squeezed a good portion of the liquid cleanser on
the glove and began easing first one, then two, and finally three,
fingers into Andrea's behind, pumping them in and out to ensure that the
petite redhead was wide open for the impending invasion. Meanwhile, Rima
had wrapped her lips around my granite erection, easing the dildo nozzle
from my wide- open bunghole as she began fellating me exquisitely. Once
Karen had the dildo in her hands, crossing to the sink to wash it and
put it aside, Rima pressed forcefully into my belly as she seated me on
the toilet, ordering, "Bear down--it'll help the expulsion."
The rum in the diluted ice cream burned like gasoline as it exited my
rear; my cramps were so intense I thought I'd pass out. Rima's mouth
action on my shatteringly hard penis, however, felt like a slice of
heaven, and I moaned in absolute pleasure/pain as the purge thundered
from my bowels in time to her worship of my manhood. I felt my gut
deflating rapidly, just as my innards gave a lurch and I felt the
piercing sweetness of my jism exploding against the back of Rima's
throat. As if in a daze, I also heard Andrea's agonized whimpering as
the soapy tube went further up her behind, following the quart or two of
steamy water which had already flowed in to prepare the way for its full
insertion. Rima assisted me in squatting so she could wipe my ass, then
she positioned me on all fours in the tub beside Andrea, who was being
given a break to make her torment last longer.
I felt Karen's hands part my asscheeks, then insert a finger--no, two
fingers, then three--into my behind, lubing me with the K-Y jelly until
my anal region was full of the slippery grease. Then-- heaven--the
entrance of the thick tube caused me to erect almost instantly. I heard
a click and felt the steamy water begin to flow into me. I looked over
at Andrea, who was hiccuping noisily, her face bathed in sweat. "Does it
hurt?" I asked. "You look kind of sick."
"I'm about ready to throw up," she groaned. "This hurts so bad, and I
won't get to release it for quite a while." She clutched her distended
middle and gave vent to uninhibited weeping. Tricia, meanwhile, had
produced a large vibrator and was teasing the diminutive woman's labia
and clitoris with its humming caress. I was beginning to feel really
full, and I groaned as the relentless invasion continued, dissipating
pockets of gas left inside my colon from the effects of the alcohol in
the earlier purge. This time, Karen was distracting me from my bloating
abdomen by fellating me gently, her mouth caressing every part of my
penis as if it was made of rare porcelain. I was in heaven, caught
between the cramps in my distended belly and the pure pleasure of
Karen's mouth, and I moaned in ambivalent sensual overload as the rest
of the water filled my innards. I looked over to see Andrea with a
rictus of sheer agony etched on her face just before Karen and Rima
helped me to my feet, walked me to the toilet, and began easing the
thick tube from my bung.
As the water began to shoot from my behind, I noted that Andrea's bag
was empty, too. She lay on her left side facing the toilet, clutching
her swollen gut and moaning in agony. "Oh God, I think I'm gonna die,"
she rasped, her hands futilely trying to soothe her misery. She belched
nauseously several times, at which action Trish took pity on her, began
kissing her mouth passionately, and started fondling her vulva to
distract her from the crampy pain that was threatening to rip the
smaller woman apart.
Just watching Andrea's agony was enough to set me off; I screamed, "I'm
coming," and jetted my seed down Karen's throat, ejaculating for what
seemed like a half hour. My expulsion had slowed to a sporadic trickle,
and two minutes later, Karen and Rima helped me into a squatting
position so they could cleanse my rear, first with bath tissue, then
with a warm, soapy, wet washcloth. The three of us sat on the floor near
the tub, passing Trish's big bong around as we watched her help Andrea
to the john.
Andrea hiccuped violently as Trish eased the tube out of her rear, then
sank onto the toilet seat with the same rictus of agony etched on her
face. "Bear down," my raven-haired lover ordered, pressing imperiously
into Andrea's hugely swollen tummy with her left hand as she diddled the
woman's clit with her right. The soapy treatment must have been
excruciatingly painful for Andrea, because we heard agonized whimpers as
the water began its farting, spattering release; soon, the elfin redhead
gave vent to unrestrained sobbing, hiccuping nauseously as the suds
continued to exit her fundament. Stoned as we were, Karen, Rima, and I
giggled every time Andrea uttered a thunderous fart, conscious that the
kimchee gas in her system was intensifying this effect.
Finally, Andrea screamed, "Oh yes--faster, Trish," as she rode the other
woman's fingers to a climax, her howls of pleasure interspersed with the
ominous rumbling and farting noises from her tortured bowels. She
collapsed against the toilet tank as the last of the purge left her
behind. We all rose to assist in the cleanup, then Karen prepped her for
a one-quart warm water rinse, which she took with little incident and
emptied just as painlessly.
"Now that Andy's clean, Paul(a) will fuck her ass," Trish announced.
My dick was instantly erect--so hard it felt like it would shatter on
contact with female flesh. I watched with utter bliss as Andrea sank to
all fours and backed herself up to where I was seated on Tricia's big
bed. I reached my hand out to touch her curvaceous little heinie,
squeezing each cheek sensuously for several moments. "You know why I'm
fucking your ass now, don't you, Andy?" I squeezed harder, then began
inching the middle finger of my right hand between her delectable moons.
"It's `cause I could have let you release before we fucked, and I was
careless and left you in near-deadly agony without thinking about
anything but my own selfish needs. I need to be punished thoroughly, but
I still don't think of your dick up my ass as punishment." She placed a
palm on each cheek and spread them wide open; the little star of her
sphincter winked at me, causing my erection to swell into life. "I
probably won't need much lube, if any, after the irrigation my rear has
just gotten. Go ahead, big boy/girl, take my ass now." She wiggled her
rear, still open, and I could see her bunghole relaxing to a wide-open
Taking my dick in hand, I guided it to its dark target, pushing slightly
when the head was against her star; it slid in easily, and I grunted in
surprise as I was instantly buried to the base of my woodie. I slid out
carefully, then back in, savoring the warmth and tightness in Andrea's
back passage. I reached a hand around to fondle her clitoris while the
other found her elfin breasts and began to toy with alternate nipples.
"Is this the way you want me to fuck you?" I growled.
"I want it harder--faster--ohh, my ass is in love with your cock. Fuck
me harder." She repeated this directive until she was screaming it, and
I complied with sweat popping out of my face and trickling down my
chest. Finally, I sank one drive especially hard into her bowels,
certain I was going to spear right through her belly and out through her
navel. "I'm cummminnggg!" she ululated, tossing her head frantically
from side to side. Her lust-agonized shout sent me over the edge; it
felt like I came forever as I shot a huge load in six or seven extended
bursts. Spent, I collapsed against her petite body, resting until I
could breathe normally again.
Applause: Trish, Karen, and Rima were smiling as they observed our
performance, then Karen asked, "How do you like the way I've fattened up
our perverted little boy/girl enema slut/pig/whore? Does the roundness
of its body make you want to fuck it even more?" I blushed at these
explicit terms of praise/abuse, dropping my head in shame. "Does our
little genderbender ass slave wanna have his slutty pooper penetrated
with our rigid love?" She raised my head by pulling my hair, and added,
"Answer, pig. Do you want us to fuck your ass good, the way you just
fucked Andy's ass?"
"I want my bottom hole packed, and packed hard, with whatever you
goddesses can come up with to fuck me." I dropped my head to the floor,
placed one hand on each cheek of my rear, and spread my cheeks as wide
as I could get them. "Please fuck me good," I implored, moving my right
hand to let the middle finger lightly brush against my asshole. "I'm so
horny for your hard loving." I slowly eased the finger into my bung,
pushing slowly until it was buried all the way, then sliding partway
out. As they watched with lustful smiles on their faces, I began to
fingerfuck my asshole, panting as my arousal grew. "Please do me now," I
panted, "I need it so bad." I could feel my dick beginning to ooze
preejaculate, and I began to speed up my assault on my own opening
asshole. "Gotta get fucked," I chanted, building in intensity, pitch,
and volume until my litany became a pitiful scream.
I felt four soft, feminine hands caressing my upturned nasty bottom,
then the hands moved my hand away and began taking turns fingerfucking
my fanny, until I thought I'd squirt a forbidden load of cum all over
the bed. Slowly, I noticed that there were getting to be less hands on
my lustful rear, and then I felt the withdrawal of the last finger,
followed by the invasion of something bigger. I grunted when I felt the
smooth, rounded head of the gigantic dildo beginning to dilate my
sphincter to accomodate its girth. The head of my dick was oozing precum
like crazy, and I felt as if my heart would explode from the
excruciating pleasure/pain. As my fuckhole stretched, I relaxed so it
could loosen further. I was full to the bend in my transverse colon; I'd
never felt such belly rushes before, not even after a BBIIIGGGG enema
that I'd been forced to hold for an interminable length of time. "I'm
coming," I screamed, my seed jetting forcibly from my penis as I felt
deep contractions within me, from my navel down to my crotch. I
shuddered with my coming, collapsing into a puddle on the floor when
fatigue overtook me.
I wakened to the feeling of mouths on my asscheeks, fingers on my penis,
vaginas rubbing against my face--I was instantly erect, and I groaned in
sheer sensual overload as I squirmed at the sensations echoing through
my body. I moaned in arousal, feeling a tongue enter my behind as a pair
of lips surrounded my dick and yet another tongue entered my mouth to
tease me to lust-possessed overload. Soon I felt another mouth
alternating between my nipples, which in an instant became painfully
erect. It was then that I realized that the terms of the old gender wars
had been utterly reversed; suddenly I was the only biological male
participating in a gangbang, and then I knew my power situation had
moved from subject to object. Yet I did not feel degraded or
abused--instead, I felt transcendent, transported to another world and
another plane of sensual experience. I howled in sheer pleasure and
excitement, hoping against all hope that something more substantial than
a tongue would soon be penetrating my backside--just as quickly I
grunted as I felt a thick object stretching my slowly opening sphincter.
A burning rush of some unidentifiable substance began to enter my rectum
and colon, and I shivered at the sensation.
"Look at the little pig squirm," Rima said, with a bit of a Far East
lilt to her voice. "S/he's soon going to have an asshole that's kissing
sweet." I felt another squirt of the burning substance entering my rear,
stirring my insides into a bowel turmoil that had me writhing in agony;
my dick was leaking precum as I saw and felt Karen's soft lips surround
it and begin fellating me with exquisite tenderness. "This one-quart
douche bulb with the inch-thick tip is just the ticket for introducing
really irritating substances into a slave's rear end, Trish," Rima
continued. "I think the toothpaste treatment is going to refresh
Paul(a)'s bung in a major way." I could feel her squeezing more of the
stuff up into me, and Karen's mouth action in combination with the
toothpaste invasion soon had me approaching the edge. The inside of my
colon was on fire, and I began to hiccup from the long range effects of
my bizarre purge, soon howling in abandonment as I felt the burning exit
of my semen as it spurted deep down the reaches of Karen's accomodating
throat. As I ejaculated, I felt a long intense squirt into my guts that
signalled the remainder of the contents of the douche bulb, and I
collapsed wearily against the arms of my tormentors, my dick still safe
in Karen's mouth, the fat tip of the douche still buried in my lustful
bottom. "What kind of treats do we have in store for the little enema
slut's ass next?" Rima snarled sexily. "How long do we make him hold
"Long enough for me to brew a pot of coffee, and to mix it with water at
the right temperature," she replied, with a wicked grin on her face. "I
can't wait to see what that will do to stimulate him." She swatted my
tush playfully, got up, and directed, "Rima and Karen, will you put a
big tampon up his ass while Andrea helps me prepare the coffee wash?"
She looked down at me with a perverse tenderness in her eyes, adding,
"What you're about to receive will feel so goooooddd!! that you'll
probably need another nap after we bring you to a painful, wrenching
orgasm." She blew me a kiss, then walked away, buttocks swaying
seductively as she took Andrea's hand to lead her to the kitchen. Rima
and Karen helped me to my feet, Rima still holding the douche bulb
against my ass, and they walked me into the bathroom to find a feminine
plug for my opened, protesting bung.
"Lie down next to the tub," Karen directed, her hands on me to place me
in the proper position. She began to squeeze my buns sensually, adding,
"I just love to give your ass hot loving, because you seem to take such
joy in it." I felt her lips descend, bestowing tender kisses all over my
quivering fanny globes. "You just have the makings of a perfect little
ass slave, and I would no more think of having sex with you without
giving your heinie proper attention than I would think of making pizza
without oregano." By this time, Rima had returned to my side, her hand
bearing a well-greased super-maxi tampon. "Bear down while I pull the
nozzle," Karen directed. "We don't want you to lose any of this
toothpaste out of your rear until Trish and Andy have your wakeup call
prepared." I felt the fat douche tip leave my rear, followed by the
swift insertion of the tampon; I could relax then, softly hiccupping as
the strange purge continued to create havoc in my colon. I was nearly
asleep from Karen and Rima's caresses of my backside when I heard
Trish and Andy entered the bathroom carrying a huge bag with a double
inflatable nozzle attached to its hose; the scent of French roast coffee
was thick in the air. At Tricia's nod, Karen and Rima spread my legs
apart so they could begin easing the tampon from my moon, then Andrea
began sliding the deflated inner balloon of the inflatable nozzle into
my lustful pooper. I felt increasing pressure as she pumped the bulb to
full inflation, then a rush of too-warm fluid as Trish almost
simultaneously opened the clamp on the hose. Soon, I began to feel a bit
shaky, noting the effects of the caffeine hitting my bloodstream. The
diluted coffee made my colon burn, and my dick was once more erect, a
fact which Karen noted as she began to masturbate me lazily. I felt
utterly consumed, a depraved enema pig slut who couldn't stop
him/herself from craving eternal torment through a rear passage
consecrated in hell. I began to gurgle, conscious of nothing other than
the sensory bombardment assaulting my lower depths and my amoral,
rutting genitals. I screamed as the solution began to stretch my
plumbing near to the bursting point. Looking up, I noticed the biggest
bag I'd seen yet, so I inquired timidly, "How much does that thing hold,
sweet Mistress Trish? It looks bigger than all your other clyster bags."
"This holds ten quarts, and you'll take it all nonstop, too," Trish
snarled, as she regarded me with an evil glare. "Between the toothpaste
and the coffee, your system will be thoroughly cleaned out by the time
we're through with you this morning." I groaned, conscious of nothing
but my fullness and my randy need to climax in my gonads, penis, and
bowels at the same time. I began to hump against Karen's caressing
fingers, wanting desperately to get off as a distraction against the
chills and cramps that had begun to shoot through my system. Karen,
sensing the urgency of my need, began to stroke me more vigorously,
until my dick felt as if it was a glowing ingot of iron in her hand.
I looked up at the bag again, noting that it was draining perceptibly,
and it stood at below the halfway point. "How much is in me now?" I
inquired in a trembling voice.
"Between six and seven quarts," Andrea reported. "I should tell you,
Paul(a), that Trish added a little chicory to the coffee, just to give
you a spicier buzz." She patted my rump before rising to give the bag a
vigorous squeeze. I could feel the water jetting deeper into me than it
had ever been before, and I moaned in my explosive agony as I began to
experience knifelike cramps from the spice added to the mixture, which
only abetted the abrasive action of the three or four ounces of
toothpaste, two egg whites, and ounce of shampoo that had been injected
into me earlier through the giant douche bulb. I hiccupped again, my
gorge rising in mounting nausea; tears sprang to my eyes as I wondered
apprehensively if I'd survive this latest diabolical treatment dreamed
up by the minds of my four pulchritudinous tormentresses.
I must have passed out after that, because I came to looking up at the
ceiling; Karen and Rima held my legs folded back against my chest as the
remainder of the huge bag drained slowly, painfully, into my distended
colon. I began to hiccup with real, urgent nausea, and Karen, noting my
sweat and change in facial color, began a gentle message of my swollen
tummy in an effort to stimulate my bile flow. I was so full my heart was
thumping in my chest, threatening to burst at the excessive stimulation
to my system. Moaning in agony, I pleaded, "Please let me release
this--I think I'm going to die." I continued to moan, tears sliding down
my cheeks at the jagged cramps that took over my whole consciousness.
The diluted coffee continued to flow into my backside and into my
obscenely stretched guts; I began to belch as the initial toothpaste
douche began to push at my small intestine. The ensuing snap! that
signalled closure of the shutoff clamp assured me that my torment's
character was about to change.
As I lay there clutching my middle, Karen and Rima still holding my legs
in place, but rocking me gently to circulate the solution in my bowels
and ease my cramps, I looked up to see Tricia filling the tub with hot
water and bath salts. Andrea detached the inflatable nozzle from the
main hose to the bag and hung the apparatus aside, then crossed to the
other side of the bathroom to take something out of a drawer. She
returned bearing a pair of tight-looking rubber panties, remarking,
"Once the tub is ready, we'll pull the inflatable nozzle, put these on
you, and put you in the tub so your troubles can float away." The other
women grimaced at the bad pun, but Andrea was not to be dissuaded. "In
fact, Paul(a), if you are the perfect little enema pig that you claim to
be, you'll enjoy bathing in a diluted mixture of your own shit."
She slapped my swollen belly briskly, then jammed a huge vibrator with a
hum like an idling diesel against my paunch. "We gotta stir this stuff
up even more, make all of your shit go away." She continued to massage
my belly as the sound of running water tapered off. As Karen deflated
and removed the inflatable nozzle, Andy began pulling the tight rubber
panties up my legs. Karen and Rima stood me up while Andy pulled the
panties snug to my waist; my belly bulged out obscenely as they led me
to the tub. "Now get on your knees," Andrea directed. "You need to hold
a semi-squat for a few minutes while I finish the vibrator massage." I
assumed the position, clutching my hugely inflated middle, and winced as
Andy began running the vibrator deep into my belly flesh. Ominous
gurglings emanated from my innards, and I fought wave after wave of
nausea. Only when Andy hit a sensitive spot, dead center an inch or so
below my navel, did I come to understand the method to her madness.
I felt my belly give a frightening lurch then, a massive fart that rang
through the reaches of my dirtiest inner depths. I clutched my belly in
agony as the superheated water began to exit my rear, quickly drenching
the skintight rubber panties that still constricted my bulging middle.
My gut rumbled and cramped spasmodically as the steamy fluid continued
to explode from my overworked sphincter, a cataract that forced the last
of the poison from my system. As Andrea continued the rough vibrator
massage of my distended tummy, I felt my dick stirring to an immanent
climax; I panted, "Oh God, Andy, keep that up and my cum will start from
deep inside my bloated tummy. It's so goooddddd!" I belched in protest
at the crampy pain deep inside my colon; I was still utterly stuffed,
crammed full of the hydraulic cleanser that always made my dick erect
and my thighs and asscheeks quiver in anticipation. A rough ride was
what I craved, and Andy, Rima, Karen, and Trish were all giving it to
me. I had no time to speculate about the philosophical issues connected
to my preferred form of sexplay; I could only take these experiences at
face value, hoping that some insight into my soul might emerge from this
skewed search for pleasure in ceding control.
Andy was pressing the tip of the vibrator about an inch and a half below
my navel, dead center alignment, when I felt the major lurch, deep
inside my colon, traveling to my prostate and up through the shaft of my
dick until I howled, "I'm cummingg!" and squirted six long, joyful
spurts into the rubber panties. Andy continued to massage my bulging
middle as the irrigation began to ease to a trickle. Karen and Rima
began to ease the panties down off my middle, onto my crotch, my gut
still jiggling from the continued massage with the gigantic vibrator.
Karen and Rima assisted me to a position on my left side in the tub,
legs separated so clear access to my bunghole would be possible. I
clutched my now-empty gut, its clean reaches still ringing from the
volume that had distended it to resemble the belly of a woman at least
six months pregnant. "I think the delivery was a success," I quipped as
Andy began easing the tip of the vibrator into my still-slimy anus.
"Do you know what the plan for the rest of the day is?" Andrea asked,
her voice a misbegotten purr.
"I hope it's that you guys are going to fuck me half to death." I
wiggled my ass in lewd invitation, feeling the vibrator tip penetrate me
an inch or two. "Ohh, that's so good!"
"We're gonna make you cum . . . and cum . . . and cum," Andy replied, a
lustful shiver in her laugh. "If you think your asshole and belly have
been packed so far, you haven't seen anything yet." She pressed the
vibrator further into my opening manhole, switching it on as she
continued to press this forceful invasion. I moaned when I felt Karen's
right hand on my belly, lightly stroking its normal flatness, then
reaching to engird my newly-erected dick. I shivered in expectation,
impatient for the rigorous assault on my asshole to begin.
"Go ahead--shove it all the way inside me, Andy," I panted, rapt in
delight over the bliss churning in my rectum, prostate, and the first
few inches of my descending colon. I felt wide open, stuffed with the
large vibrator that soon had my prostate humming like a banjo string. I
moaned in arousal, begging, "Fuck me deeper, fuck me harder, ohh--fuck
me, fuck me, fuck me, fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme . . . " I wiggled
my ass as Andy thrust in and out of me, stretching my butthole wider
with each stroke. Karen's caress of my aching erection had me likewise
stimulated to the maximum degree, and I knew it would only be a matter
of seconds before I squirted a big load of come all over my belly and
her busy hand. I continued begging Andy to fuck me, conscious only of
the fullness in my nether passage and the stroking fingers on my penis.
Soon came the piercing sensation of utter sweetness, followed by the
convulsive squirts of my thinning semen all over my belly and Karen's
hand. I screamed in ecstasy, wanting the pleasure to go on forever.
"I think," Rima remarked as she removed her fingers from her glistening
clit, "That we should give him the ejaculating dildo, followed by
another big tummy wash." She patted my belly affectionately, adding,
"For the way Karen was fattening you up during the last week or so, your
middle should bulge more than it does, even with an empty colon. Oh
well, I guess we'll just have to keep this here tum filled to bursting
with our kinky, gut-busting treatments." She left my side to fetch her
instruments of preference. Karen and Andrea placed me on all fours on
the bathroom floor, spreading my asscheeks wide apart with busy hands
while Trish left to get her camcorder. She and Rima returned, remarking
almost in unison, "Such a lovely ass--it looks like it wants to be
fucked, and fucked hard." Rima giggled, "Look how wide open its
sphincter is, like it's begging to be filled." Trish responded, "It's
about time we capture this on tape--something to keep him docile in case
s/he starts to get a little cocky." I felt the tip of the ejaculating
dildo easing into my open rear, wincing a little at its thickness, then
moaning as it set a fire in my prostate. Soon, Rima was sliding it in
and out of my rear, causing me to pant with arousal.
"You fuck me so good," I moaned. "Don't ever stop fucking me." I wiggled
my ass in lewd abandon, shaking with excitement as the big phallic
substitute continued to move in and out of me with an irresistible
rhythm. I bucked backward in an effort to get the dildo deeper inside
me, whining in utter need as Rima continued her relentless assault. "I
want you to fuck me and fuck me and fuck me, and then come inside me,
drenching my inner depths with your hot love." I could feel my ass
swaying involuntarily as she continued to fuck me.
"Gonna come soon," Rima began chanting in her sexy voice. "Gonna give it
all to you, then finish Tricia's video with you clutching your pregnant
tummy." She pumped at an increasing rate as I felt my erection leaking
precum like crazy. My panting was driving me over the edge with no
stimulation to my penis, until Karen wrapped the fingers of one hand
around my penis and began to pump it lustfully. Just as I was about to
fall over the edge, I felt the rush of liquid flooding my bowels, as
Rima screamed, "Coming--it's so good to cum in your slutty little
asshole." The liquid kept coming, overly warm in a way that had me
lightheaded with pleasure and increasing fullness. Karen's hand began
stroking me faster, and I felt the immanent approach of my crisis when a
snap! signalled that they had closed the clamp to make my treatment last
longer. While Karen relaxed her grip somewhat, I felt Andrea's hand
beginning to massage my swollen belly gently, marvelling at the
tenderness of her touch.
I belched, feeling sodden and stuffed with the steaming water, gurgling
with contentment as Andrea continued to ease my cramps with her tender
touch. Consumed by sensations, I noticed Karen's fingers returning to my
dick as a snap! signalled the resumption of my infusion. Rima assisted
me to a position on my left side so the water could flow into new
pockets of my colon--I felt the gas dissipate as she began rubbing my
lower back and buttocks in time to Karen's action on my bursting
erection and Andrea's caress of my tortured middle. "Uh," I belched, "I
think I'm gonna explode. Is this the eight-quart bag or the ten-quart
model?" I looked imploringly into Andrea's eyes as she continued to
knead my hugely swollen center.
"It's ten quarts, and we're going to make you hold it for a while so
Trish can finish the video before we let you release it." She squeezed
harder on my soft belly flesh, setting shockwaves of cramps and nausea
throughout my system. "After you release, and after your asshole is
squeaky clean and kissing sweet, we're going to take turns loving you
orally and digitally--but only after you get some exercise to circulate
the tummy wash through your system." She picked up a vibrator and ran it
across my abdomen, pressing deeply into me with an intensity that sent
shivers of sensation all the way to the back of my spine. Rima's
sensuous kneading of my asscheeks and Karen's relentless stroking of my
shatteringly hard dick made me sure I'd squirt out a hot, forbidden load
of my cum before I was completely filled.
But that didn't happen--a few minutes later, a final snap! indicated
that my treatment was complete, and I looked up to see the monstrous bag
hanging flat, its entire near-boiling load forced inside my hugely
distended paunch. "Bear down while I pull out this dildo nozzle," Rima
instructed, and I looked up to see Tricia's fiendish grin as she
continued to shoot footage of me in my obscenely submissive position.
Just as quickly, I felt Karen sliding a buttplug into my open bottom,
then felt it expand as she pumped the inflator bulb. She and Andrea
assisted me to my feet, switching on the vibrator switch to force a slow
leak of preejaculate to issue from my purple penis. They seated me on an
exercise bicycle and made me do twenty minutes while Andrea continued to
run the buzzing vibrator roughly against my belly. Finally, I could take
no more of this stimulation, and I ejaculated copiously, shooting my
semen six feet across the room after Karen had stroked me just a half
dozen times. I collapsed in agony against the handlebars as Karen and
Andrea swabbed my face, chest, belly, and backside with a damp washcloth.
The women helped me into the bathroom, deflating the plug and easing it
from my stretched bottom hole, then positioned me on the toilet, Trish
following to capture the last moments of my utterly depraved humiliation
on video. I began to shake with chills, certain my colon was going to
rupture from the enormous pressure inside. Just when I thought I would
black out, Karen wrapped her lips around my awakening erection while
Andrea snaked her right hand under my buttocks to thrust a soapy finger
up my hole; her fucking motion soon stimulated my release, and I groaned
as the steamy water began to shoot forcefully from my rear, punctuated
by wet farts and gut-wracking cramps as my colon voided itself noisily.
I leaned against the toilet tank, caught up in the sensory overload of
the moment; before I was through, I'd ejaculated again, shooting my
silver seed deep against the reaches of Karen's rapidly swallowing
throat. Rima ran the big vibrator against my deflating middle as the
treatment continued to leave my body, and I felt myself becoming erect
again, just moments after I'd bathed Karen's tonsils with my load. They
took turns wiping me before assisting me into the shower, where all four
women (once Trish got some final footage of my newly deflated gut)
scrubbed me all over, taking special care to scrub my ass and genitals
especially clean. After drying me with a thick towel, they patted baby
powder over my penis, testicles, and anus, then lovingly rubbed oil into
my private parts. Dressing me in silky panties and a teddy, they helped
me to the bedroom where they settled me gently on the bed, joining me
there in a group hug.
I woke some hours later, belly hollow from hunger. I rolled over onto my
left side, only to find that I was lying against Tricia's soft tush; she
squirmed against my crotch as I felt my penis begin stirring into
erection. "It feels like you're happy to wake up next to me," she
remarked. "How do you feel this evening?"
"My butthole's a little sore, and my insides feel so hollow and empty;
would it be possible to eat something, sweet Mistress Tricia?" I rubbed
my manhood against her voluptuous asscheeks as I put this question, and
she responded by rubbing her rear against me lubriciously. "I'm hoping
I'll have the energy to make love to you later, but I need to chow down
in order to do that." I reached around and grasped both her plump
breasts, teasing and tweaking her nipples into full erection, then
trailing my hands along her sides, down her thighs, teasingly
approaching but never quite contacting her crotch.
"God, Paul(a), you make me so horny when you tease me like that. I want
to ride your dick all night when you get me worked up with your roaming
hands." Sharp moans and gasps escaped her lips as I ran my hands back up
along her flank and across her pudgy belly, then sneaked my right hand
to the silky hair of her pubic mound and began stroking her glistening
clitoris while returning my left hand to my stimulation of her heaving
breasts. After several minutes of this treatment, she shook in
preorgasmic tremors, then rose to present her wide, round white ass for
my inspection. "Play with my fanny for a while, then I want to sit on
your cock." I began to knead the soft yet firm flesh of her gluteii,
reaching to her vulva to immerse three fingers into her cunt and
saturate them with the honey that was dripping out of her sexual center.
I brought my right hand back to smear the natural secretions on the star
of her anus, slowly working the middle finger inside her; I began to
fingerfuck that dark hole, adding fingers every few minutes until I had
her stretched open with not three, but four, of my fingers, plunging
them briskly in and out of her backside until a shriek escaped her lips
and she trembled in a huge, shuddering orgasm. "I need your dick up my
ass now," she exclaimed, lifting herself up as I spread her cheeks with
both hands so she could sink down until my penis was buried in the warm
snugness of her smelliest hole.
We began to rock back and forth across the bed, her up and down motions
speeding up and becoming more and more forceful. For my part, I had to
bite my lip in order to forestall ejecting my spunk into her caressing,
grasping rectum too quickly; it felt so good to have my dick back inside
the twisty reaches of her bowels that I wanted the sensation to last
forever. She kept bouncing up and down on my incredibly hard penis,
gasping and moaning as the friction triggered several more orgasms,
until, with a sob, she screamed, "Go ahead, baby, empty your balls into
my ass now." I grasped the pneumatic softness of her buttocks brutally
hard, squeezing and kneading them as I pulled her savagely up and down
on my root, until with an agonized shout, I felt the burning sweetness
of my seed exploding forcefully into her guts, continuing to rock her up
and down on my crotch for several minutes after I'd finished
ejaculating, her higher- pitched ululation of bliss resounding in my
As my dick began to wilt inside her tightest hole, I announced in a
husky voice, "I'm going to fill your colon with my piss, just so you
won't feel a forlorn emptiness when my dick pops out of your poop
chute." I hosed her innards with a powerful stream that set her gasping
again, and I reached around to circle her bloating middle tenderly with
my arms as I continued to bathe her center with my urine. "How do you
like my golden enema?" I asked, rubbing her tummy soothingly as I spoke.
"It kind of burns, but I love the feeling." She belched against the
moderate pressure in her guts, then called out, "Karen, can you bring a
kingsize buttplug for me? I want to lock Paul(a)'s pee inside my guts
until we sit down for supper." Karen rushed in with a plug nearly four
inches wide at its widest point, already lubed with K-Y jelly. Placing
her hand near my crotch, she observed Trish lifting herself up and then
slowly pushed the plug up the brunette's stretched-open sphincter, not
stopping until the gigantic instrument of discipline was seated with a
pop. Within minutes, Andrea and Rima came in with warm soapy washcloths
to wipe off my dick and the crack of Tricia's ass, then we all moved,
still nude, into the kitchen where Karen and Trish began a substantial
supper consisting of top sirloin steaks, baked potatoes, and steamed
fresh asparagus that Andy and Rima had brought over earlier.
Once everything was started cooking, Tricia came back to the dining
table where I was seated and planted her luscious fanny on my lap,
squirming around in an attempt to reawaken my slumbering dick. "God was
that a fabulous buttfuck, lover," she cooed. "I was so horny that I
couldn't carry your discipline any further until you satisfied me the
way you did after your nap. Things in Chicago got so hectic and scrambly
that I basically collapsed in my motel room every night, too exhausted
even to masturbate." She rubbed back and forth so I could feel the
flange of the plug up her ass against my penis, which was beginning to
stir back into life. She turned her head to one side, lowering her voice
to whisper lasciviously, "How'd you like a hot blow job before supper?"
I pressed forcefully on her belly and kissed the back of her neck in
assent before she got up, dropped to her knees, and began to fellate me
"Damn," Karen exclaimed. "You really are hungry for sex, aren't you,
Trish?" She donned oven mitts, pulled the broiler rack from the oven,
turned the steaks and potatoes, and replaced everything before coming
over to join us. While Trish worshipped my dick with her voracious
mouth, Karen began to kiss up and down my sides and along my chest,
occasionally teasing my nipples with her tongue and teeth until they
hardened into points. I began to gasp with passion, uttering lust-crazed
groans that began deep in my belly and somehow became strangled cries
the closer Trish and Karen brought me to climax. Finally, I croaked, "Oh
my God!!" and bucked wildly on my chair as I bathed my main lover's
uvula and tonsils with thick globs of my spend. She licked every trace
of my semen off my dick as Karen caressed my neck and shoulders, urging
me to relax.
By this time, Rima and Andy had the table set, and they placed a serving
dish with the asparagus on the table next to the platters of steaks and
baked potatoes. "Let's all go watch Trish expel, then we can come back
and stuff ourselves before the food gets cold," Rima suggested. After we
trooped into the bathroom, Rima and Karen each took one of Tricia's arms
and supported her in a semi-squat just inches above the toilet, while
Rima queried, "Do you want to do the honors this time, Paul(a)?" I began
to ease the huge plug out of her behind at the same moment that Andy
began running a large, powerful vibrator against Trish's slightly
distended middle, an action which caused the short brunette to hiccup
from the way the urine was being stirred around in her bowels prior to
her release. Once I had the plug free, I dabbed it with a paper towel
and set it in the bathroom sink, running soapy water to soak it in. When
I returned to observe Trish's evacuation, she was hiccupping noisily,
tears in her eyes from the burning brine which was jetting from her rear
in a chain of continuous farts and gurgles. Andy was far from gentle
with the vibrator, as well, stabbing it brutally hard into the
brunette's pudgy middle until Trish gasped with the sensation. When no
more emptying noises were audible for several minutes, Karen and Rima
helped her up and began to cleanse her rear, finally wiping her clean
with a soapy washcloth and half-carrying her back to the kitchen/dining
All five of us practically inhaled the heavy meal; I, of course, was
completely ravenous, not having eaten for over twenty-four hours, and
when I'd finished my steak, a large potato, and a cup and a half of
asparagus, cut another potato in half and took more asparagus as my four
delightful mistresses slowly finished their meal. "Look at him eat,"
Rima remarked. "One thing my Korean grandmother always said to me was
that a thorough cleansing of the colon makes for a hearty appetite." She
winked mischievously at me, then added, "I'll bet you'd like to help us
get that brine residue out of Trish's tummy, wouldn't you?" Andy and
Karen tittered as I looked at Tricia's crestfallen face.
"What about it, Trish?" Karen inquired. "Other than the hosing you got
from Paul(a)'s dick before supper, have you gotten your tum really
cleaned out recently?" She reached over and placed her right hand on my
mistress's belly, rubbing it gently to aid her digestion.
"I'll have to admit," Trish began, "that I was so worn out and plugged
up from the irregular meals and long hours that I didn't shit my first
three days in Chicago. On the fourth day of the convention, I dashed
into a Walgreen's near the meeting center and bought four Fleet
disposable enemas. When the afternoon session let out, I drove back to
my motel, threw off my clothes, and squirted all four of them into my
guts so I could get cleaned out thoroughly. I had my cel phone in the
bathroom with me, and I thought about calling Paul(a) and Karen while I
was doing that, but it felt so good just to know that I was getting some
relief that I rolled around on the floor for as long as I could before
hopping to the toilet to avoid making a mess. I think I farted as loud
as I ever have when all that impacted waste exploded from my belly, and
by the time I finished and wiped myself, my asshole was so sore the
tissue felt like sandpaper. I collapsed in my bed then, and didn't have
the energy to flush or throw away the little plastic bottles until I
stumbled into the shower after my wakeup call at six-thirty the next
morning." She paused, took a deep breath, and her shining eyes and
heaving breasts betrayed her anticipation at being subjected to rigorous
colonic discipline. "I'll need to wait an hour or so until my supper's
started to digest, but I would welcome--no, I would relish--the prospect
of getting as much irrigation as you people want to give me." She
squeezed my left thigh, inching her hand up near my crotch, and
concluded, "And I think my sweet boy-girl Paul(a) should call the shots
on this one." She looked at the other three women: "Agreed?", licking
her lips in depraved lust as she awaited their response.
"All right," Karen, Rima, and Andrea shouted enthusiastically, chortling
as they rose to begin clearing the dishes from the table. After rinsing
and stacking everything in the dishwasher, and putting away the
leftovers, they took me and Trish by the hand and led us into the master
bedroom. Karen took the big bong and party bowl out of the closet,
loaded it with kind bud, and we passed it around for the next half hour,
giggling more the higher we got.
We were in the middle of Kinky Anal Orgies #13 when Trish bent over in
front of me, spread her asscheeks wide to expose her winking sphincter,
and announced, "I think I've digested my dinner enough to submit to your
whims in the bathroom, Paul(a). For tonight, I exist only to do your
will." Before I could respond, she inquired, "Would it be your will,
master, that I fingerfuck my own asshole in preparation for what lies
ahead." She trailed her right hand along her flank, squeezing her right
buttock as she uttered her question.
"Considering what we're going to put your asshole through tonight, I
suggest you get it as open as you possibly can." I nodded to Karen, who
skipped out of the room, returning moments later with a large tube of
K-Y jelly and a box of surgical gloves. "Use plenty of grease," I
directed. "Rima, will you get the camcorder, please?" As she exited on
this errand, I inquired of Andrea, "Can you fill the six-quart opentop
bag with nice warm water and three ounces of Castile soap?" She left as
I watched Trish don a glove, grease the index and middle fingers with a
thick covering of K-Y, and begin easing the middle finger of her right
hand into her lubed behind.
I stood behind her, watching as she slid the finger in and out of her
bung, adding a second after a few minutes. I began to stroke my dick
lazily as I watched her glide the two fingers faster and faster, all
pretense of prepping for a colonic treatment gone as she gave herself
over to the sexual thrill of fingerfucking her own asshole. "This here
slutty ass of mine needs a thorough cleansing," she panted breathlessly.
"It needs to be fucked, and fucked hard and thoroughly, with whatever
nozzles you folks decide to use on me." Panting rapidly, she removed the
fingers as I took her hand to inspect them. I noted a coating of brown
on the two she'd been using, so I handed her the K-Y, nodding to her to
lube the rest of her fingers and continue the show, which Rima was
catching on videocassette. "I can tell by the look of disgust on your
face, master, that my bowels are absolutely filthy inside." She grunted
to insert three fingers, then abandoned all pretense at difficulty as
she jammed them rapidly and forcefully in and out of her poop chute,
moaning in increasing arousal as she continued this lewd act of
"I can't believe how shitty that latex glove looked when you pulled your
fingers out of your dirty ass," I remarked. "We're going to enema your
ass and belly until you nearly burst tonight, just to clean you out so
completely that any one of us will be able to penetrate you with
whatever tools, or fingers, or tongues we want to without fear of
encountering your rotten shit." I began slapping her ass rhythmically as
she continued to plunge three fingers in and out of her smelliest hole.
"Now I want to see four fingers gliding in and out of your fat fanny;
come on--you know what a slut you are for having your rear penetrated."
I continued smacking her ass as she pulled the three fingers out, added
the fourth, and continued her obscene show. My dick was achingly hard,
and I felt so close to climax from watching her self-sodomy that I quit
stroking it, saving my energy and semen for the next phase of her
treatment. "After your treatment, and after we fuck your ass for several
hours with anything we can get our hands on, I'm going to have Andrea
fistfuck your rotten bunghole, which shouldn't be so rotten by that
point." I continued slapping her buns to a reddened state as her four
fingers jabbed in and out of her rear; with a cry, she exploded in a
massive orgasm, her knees so weak she slid to a prone position, her
asscheeks shaking like jelly from the intensity of her experience. "I
think she's ready," I announced. "Andrea, put a rubber sheet on the bed
and we'll begin her treatment."
Once the sheet was in place, Karen and I lifted Trish onto the bed,
placing her on her left side with her legs parted. Andrea slid the
deflated balloon tip of the inflatable nozzle into her wide-open bung
and inflated the balloon; the apparatus was attached to a hose from the
bag that bulged with soapy water from a medical rack beside the bed.
"How warm is the water?" Trish asked, fear written in her eyes.
"It's 110o degrees, and we've mixed the soap in very thoroughly." As
Andrea opened the clamp to release the sudsy purge, I added, "You're
going to experience some excruciating cramps that won't go away for a
while. All the suds also mean that you'll experience some rather sharp
gas pains as the gas in your dirty bowels begins to dissipate." I patted
her middle as I watched the bag slowly empty into her backside. Once two
quarts had run in, I nodded to Andrea to stop the flow for a minute, and
I began to massage her middle with increasing force, grabbing her belly
flesh roughly to circulate the purge more thoroughly through her
insides. I heard her belch and hiccup as the soapy invasion began to
push further into her core, and I noted tears streaming from her eyes.
"Oh--oww--God it hurts so bad. My tummy feels like it's gonna explode
any minute." Pushing my hands away, she grabbed her distending abdomen,
trembling from the force of the invasion. I nodded to Andrea to open the
clamp again, and we were soon rewarded by the sweet melody of her
stertorous breathing and convulsive sobbing as the liquid torture we
administered took over her entire consciousness. While Rima videotaped
her torment from various angles, Andrea began pushing a powerful
vibrator against Tricia's expanding paunch, forcing the water to
circulate through every hidden nook and cranny of the hapless brunette's
large intestine. I noted that only a quart and a half remained in the
bag, and I determined that we would let the rest of the solution drain
into her backside without further breaks, concerned that she take and
hold this load for the prescribed time so we could let her misery end
before we risked injuring her with the treatment.
"I guess this will teach you not to take off for a week without the
proper equipment in your suitcase," Karen commented. "After all the
colonic therapy that Paul(a) and I shared while you were in the
Chi-town, I'd have thought you'd want to return to our sheltering arms
with an asshole that's kissing sweet." She began running a vibrator
against Trish's puffy labia and clit, bringing her to the threshold of
orgasm as she continued her diatribe. "But instead, you come back with a
dirty butthole and half a week's worth of impacted shit in your sluttish
bowels, expecting us to do the dirty work of making you presentable."
She motioned to Rima and Andrea. "Andrea will take over the
videocassette chronicle of your discipline, but I think it's a good idea
if you perform analingus on Rima now. Remember, she and Andy ate kimchee
before they came over, so her gut must be as full of hot gas as Andy's
Rima positioned herself on the bed, lying on her left side with her rear
pressed up against Trish's face. She parted her asscheeks widely, just
as a huge fart erupted from her backside. "Suck the farts right out of
my pooper," she ordered Tricia. "Lick my smelly Asian asshole clean with
your dog's tongue, and make me come in the process or ten minutes will
be added to the time you'll have to hold this soapy purge before we let
you release it." She squirmed her buns against my lover's face as the
plump brunette with the dangerously distended stomach began to penetrate
her bung with her tongue. I was again stroking my dick, certain I'd come
just in time to splatter it all over Trish's face and breasts. Without
warning, however, Rima rose to a kneeling position on the bed, her ass
still turned so Trish was forced to gaze right at it, and announced,
"Now Paul(a)'s going to fuck my ass, and you get to suck the come out of
my butthole when he's done." Spreading her cheeks wide, she directed,
"Come on lover; no lubricant necessary, as your slut has moistened my
hole with her slave's slimy tongue already." I began easing my erection
into her sphincter, gasping as I felt it yield to my dick like a silky
vise. "I want you to fuck me, and fuck me hard and deep, and shoot every
ounce of come into my gasbound bowels so Trish will have a big dessert
to lap up." She wiggled her ass lewdly in invitation.
I began to hump in and out of her backside, feeling the suction of her
voracious hole that caused her to fart copiously with my motions. I
noted that Karen had closed the clamp on the hose from the now-empty
bag, and I directed, "Go fill the two-quart pitcher with icy cold water
and pour it into the bag, then we can stir up her insides and make her
expulsion a little easier." She left the room on this errand, her wide,
soft white fanny jiggling sensuously as she hastened to her duty. "I
can't take much more of your sweet, hot, tight asshole, Rima," I
observed. "I think I'm gonna be filling your ass with come a lot sooner
than I'd planned to."
"Go ahead--make my day," she replied with a Clint Eastwood vocal
inflection. "I want to feel your hot load squirting deep into my guts,
because I know my tight ass makes you come faster, and better, than that
slut's sloppy sphincter." I glanced over at Tricia, whose face was
contorted in agony at the fiery purge she held. Her sobbing, which had
ceased through her fascination in watching me buttfuck Rima, began anew
with her deep sense of humiliation at Rima's remarks; her face was red
and swollen from her embarassment and agony and wounded pride.
Groaning from the sensual overload, I slammed roughly into Rima's bung,
making the promised delivery of my seed into her thirsty guts. It seems
like I came forever, revelling in the delicious tightness of the exotic
beauty's darkest hole. "This is so good, Rima. It always takes me
forever to come inside Tricia's ass. I guess it's just her typical
Westerner's lack of discipline." As I continued spurting, I added, "And
it will be a delight to watch her suck my come out of your asshole."
Once my dick softened and plopped out of her rear, Rima exploded with a
chain of farts that continued as she positioned herself on her left side
with her butt against Tricia's face. I watched as Trish began to suck at
Rima's nether opening, clutching her belly against the two quarts of
cold water being forced into her colon to agitate the six quarts of warm
and soapy she still retained. Noisy slurping sounds accompanied Tricia's
cleaning of Rima's slimy asshole, and I could tell by the look of
ecstasy on Rima's face that the service was jump-starting her into
another climax. When it hit, she slammed her ass hard against Trish's
face, nearly breaking her nose in the process, then settling her fanny
against Tricia's nose to release another chain of kimchee farts.
By this time, the bag was again empty; Rima relented and moved away from
the bed, where Tricia lay holding her swollen tummy and moaning in
agony. "May I please release this, sweet master and mistresses? I feel
like I'm gonna die if I have to hold it for another minute." Taking pity
on her, Karen and I assisted her in sitting up, then in rising to her
feet. We half-carried her into the john, Andrea trailing us with the
medical rack, which was like a tail to Trish, since the inflatable
nozzle in her sweet ass was still attached to the monstrous bag still
mounted on the rack. We settled her in a squat over the toilet seat,
deflated the inflatable nozzle, and eased it from her tortured behind.
I knelt in front of Trish and began licking at her labia and clitoris
while I placed both palms flat against her grossly distended abdomen,
pushing in to help her expulsion. A huge fart wracked her middle,
resounding in the bathroom. "I think my guts are gonna fall out," she
whimpered. "I'm so full I feel like exploding." She began to weep
convulsively, grabbing my wrists to forestall any further kneading of
her tormented tummy. I continued to perform cunnilingus on her,
conscious by her accelerated breathing that she was nearing orgasm
despite the excruciating cramps in her inflated belly. "Oh, that's so
good!" she exclaimed, humping her crotch against my face in rhythm with
my oral action. Grasping her thighs firmly with each hand, I hastened
the speed and intensity of my tongue attack, until she screamed,
"Coming!" at the top of her lungs, collapsing against the toilet tank as
the diluted soap and feces continued to spatter into the bowl. Her hair
was wringing wet, and her breasts and gut were shiny with her
perspiration. I lifted my face to bestow tender kisses on both nipples,
then met her lips for an exploratory osculation that soon became a deep
soul kiss. Wrapping my arms around her, I gently stroked her shoulders
and back, still connected at the mouth, as she completed her defecation
and slumped exhaustedly in my embrace.
"Stand up so we can wipe you," I directed, giving her my right shoulder
to lean on. As she got weakly to her feet, Andrea and Rima took turns
wiping her backside, while Karen ran hot water and suds on a washcloth
to finish the job. We then helped her into the shower, where we scrubbed
her thoroughly with the washcloth and a loofah sponge, rinsing her to a
squeaky clean state before wiping her genitals and anal region with a
soft rag coated with moisturizing cream and oil. Toweling her dry, we
assisted her to a kneeling position on the shower floor, with a thick
towel underneath her.
"How does your stomach feel?" I asked, kneeling beside her to rub her
flattened, yet still pudgy, middle. "Are you still nauseous from the
soap left in your system?"
"God, yes," she moaned. "I'm never more than a hair away from barfing,
even after releasing that huge load." A sudden cramp seized her, and she
clutched her abdomen convulsively. "I assume you and the girls were
planning to rinse me out with clear water, or are you going to leave
this soap inside me until I really do get sick?" Again, she groaned in
utter nausea and klismaphilic need.
"I'd say she's ready," I replied, nodding to Karen, who produced the
ten-quart opentop bag with the largest size colon tube attached. "Now,
Trish, I want you to hold your asscheeks open as wide as you can get
them." When she was slow to comply, I slapped her tush repeatedly to
motivate her to follow my bidding. "That's better," I observed, noticing
the parting of her wide white fanny. "Now I've got to lube you up
again." Andy handed me an exam glove and the tube of K-Y; I put it on my
right hand, spread a big glob of the medical jelly on my right hand
index and middle fingers, and shoved the middle finger unceremoniously
into her bunghole. She flinched at the sudden invasion, then squirmed
lasciviously as I began fingerfucking her lewdly, turning and twisting
my finger to reach every hidden recess in her twisty anal passage. I
pulled out for a moment and added the index finger, again shoving them
both in with no preliminaries. "What's that dripping onto the towel?" I
inquired sternly. "Does fat-ass Trish get excited when I plumb her
pooper with my hand?" She only grunted, her breath coming in short gasps
that signalled her arousal. I pulled my fingers out again, adding the
ring finger, and shoved into her, causing her to squeal in a sudden,
"I think she's ready," Karen remarked. "I think we can safely blow up
the little pig's gut like a water balloon." She came forward and began
easing the tube into Trish's behind, not stopping until she had nearly a
foot inside the short brunette's fundament. Andrea caught her signal and
turned on the shower taps, adjusted the temperature (checking it with
her wrist), and held the bag under the tap until it was full. She then
suspended it on the shower nozzle and watched it begin to flatten as it
drained into Tricia's thirsty bowels. Once two quarts had run in, she
slid the tube deeper up Trish's rear, managing to ease another ten
inches inside her. We watched her belly puff visibly downwards as the
water continued to fill her, her breathing becoming ragged as she
struggled to accustom herself to the increasing fullness in her middle.
"It's filling me too fast," Trish whined, one hand going to clutch her
expanding gut. "I feel like I'm gonna explode." She began to breathe
raggedly, groaning with the force of the invasion of her smelliest
depths. I took pity on her then, seating myself on the tub floor in
front of her so I could manipulate her labia and clitoris. The rhythm of
her breathing changed to an aroused gasp as I played with her glistening
pussy, watching the huge bag continue to empty into her stretched-out
bowels. When six quarts had drained into her, Andy got on her knees
behind Trish's butt, reached her hands around her waist, and began to
gently massage her expanding abdomen. I continued to massage Tricia's
puffy genitals as she mewled and whimpered in a chain of orgasms that
brought my penis to full erection. She stared hungrily at my woodie and
asked meekly, "May I suck your cock, Paul? It'll help me take my mind
off the pressure in my tummy."
I nodded, and she began to fellate me exquisitely, just as Andy eased
another foot of the tube into her colon, leaving only a foot of it still
outside her hungry anus. I continued to stroke her genitalia as she
continued to blow me exquisitely, until, with a deep groan, I began to
squirt my essence deep into her swallowing throat. I looked up to see
that the bag was near-empty, and nodded to Karen, who had stationed
herself in the tub, with her hand on the clamp to the hose.
She closed it with a loud click! as Andy continued to stroke and massage
Trish's hugely distended belly and I kept up my efficient masturbation
of her inflamed cunt and clit. After she'd licked my dick dry, Tricia
commented, "God, I'm so full. I feel like I'll shit forever when I
finally get this tube out of my butt." She shivered, then pushed Andy's
hands away from her tummy and cradled it like a pregnant woman is prone
to do in public places. Still shuddering and panting, Trish continued,
"I don't think I've ever come so hard and so often; you folks really
know what you're doing. You really know how to torment someone in all
their erotic centers at once. But," and she looked at me with a pouting
expression, mock sorrow in her eyes, "my tits feel neglected. I still
haven't had a nipple-gasm since I've been back."
"We'll fix that when we get you on the potty," Karen promised. "Paul,
help me lift her up so she can sit on the edge of the tub for a minute.
Rima needs to get a little more video footage of Trish in her fully
inflated condition." I took Trish's left arm while Karen took her right,
and we eased her into position so the Eurasian beauty could continue her
video chronicle of the "blessed event." Tricia looked, literally, about
six months pregnant, her abdomen swelling roundly out above her crotch,
and she clutched it convulsively, moaning and sobbing as the pressure
overrode every other sensation she felt, including the afterglow from a
chain of thunderous orgasms. I got on my knees between her legs and
began lapping at her labia and clit, determined to bring her off at
least once more before we allowed her the release she craved so
desperately. Within moments, she thrashed against my face in a
tumultuous burst of ecstasy, slamming her pelvis against my jaw as she
shook in utter bliss. I continued until Karen squeezed my right shoulder
to indicate that it was time for the next phase.
"I'm getting some great footage," Rima announced. "I'll have to
duplicate all these videos in the hospital video lab when I get a
chance; we all need copies to fantasize about when we're away from each
other. I can't think of when I've had more kinky fun than I have since
you came into our lives, Paul(a). And to think it all started because
Trish needed an editor for her senior thesis," she concluded, snickering
As I helped Tricia to a squatting position above the toilet, she
announced, "I forgot to tell you guys--I saw my thesis director at the
APA convention. He told me to come in early next week so we could
conference on my final revisions. And," she smiled despite her shiver of
pleasure as Andy began easing the thick tube from her behind, "he told
me he's recommending it for some kind of research award given only to
undergraduates in the social sciences." She shook in another orgasm as
Andy slowly tugged the colon tube further out of her exposed rear, Rima
still recording video footage as the pink tube, lightly coated with
brown in places, kept coming out of Tricia's plump ass. "Oh God, that
feels so good. I guess I don't remember the high colonics we took when I
first introduced you folks to Paul(a), but it sure feels sexy, in a
really perverse, nasty way, as all that rubber caresses my bowels on the
way out. Uhh, OhmyGod, it's sooo gggoooooodddd!" she shrieked at the top
of her lungs, her butt settling heavily on the toilet seat as the last
of the rubber snake left her rear.
Andy got on her knees between Trish's legs and began to massage her
bloated center more forcefully in an effort to ease her explosive
voiding, bringing her mouth to the brunette's breasts to begin teasing
her nipples with her lips and tongue. Trish began to pant and moan with
renewed arousal, and she exclaimed, "God that feels good, Andrea. I'll
give you exactly twenty- four hours to stop doing that." With a
thunderous fart, she began to pass the huge load of water and soap and
diluted feces that distended her middle, licking her lips lustfully as
Rima continued shooting her video of the torment and teasing she was
enduring willingly, all in the service of lust and healthy living. "I
think Rima needs to get rid of the gas from the kimchee, too," Trish
remarked. "Take a look at her tummy; she's built as slender as Andrea,
but there's a definite bulge, a definite sign that she needs her rear
invaded with a nozzle of liquid therapy." We all stared at Rima's
middle, noting that it was slightly distended, just as Andy's had been
when she'd first come upon me when I was holding the rum raisin
treatment Trish had given me. "Karen, take over on the camcorder while
Paul(a) and Andy get her ready for her treatment."
I washed the big bag and hose thoroughly, running some antibacterial
detergent through it, then rinsed it with several loads of alternating
cold and hot water. I then ran water to the desired temperature, filled
the bag, and hung it on the shower curtain bar. I stationed Rima on all
fours in the tub, her rear sticking up so Andrea and I could begin
prepping her for her treatment. "You're the vixen who's responsible for
all those nasty farts you and Andy have been cutting all afternoon and
evening," I lectured sternly, "so I hope you'll realize that this purge
will be both therapy and punishment. Damn but your rotten ass needs a
thorough cleansing," I observed, coating an exam glove with Vicks before
shoving my right hand middle finger roughly up her bung. I heard a gasp
and then sobbing as the fiery lubricant hit the delicate nerve endings
in her anus, so I began to fingerfuck her butt vigorously, stopping in a
moment to withdraw and add my index finger. I fucked her ass with two
fingers for several minutes until Andy winked at me and I withdrew,
removed the glove, and coated the first foot and a half of the colon
tube with K-Y jelly, handing it to Andrea so she could begin easing it
up Rima's now-loosened sphincter. Starting the flow, I continued to
lecture her, "So you think your elegant Asian ass is too good to receive
a thorough irrigation at my hands? Well, think again, because I'm going
to bloat your middle up bigger than Tricia's was a few minutes ago. And
I'm going to make you hold it until you gag and retch and cramp up like
you're about to burst." By this time, two quarts had flowed into her,
and I began to rub her belly as Andy eased another foot of the tube into
her behind. "There's no way you can master the power of this enema, so I
want you to give in to it and start crying." I reached for the big
vibrator and began stabbing it brutally into her middle, commenting,
"We've got to get this stirred up so the kimchee gas will leave your
bowels." I continued massaging her inflated gut as quarts five and six
"Look at that belly now," Karen commented, as she came over to take the
vibrator from my hands. "Trish," she looked back to where the pudgy
brunette was operating the camcorder, "do you think her tummy will be
fatter than yours if we refill this bag before we let her release?"
"Could be--I don't really recommend that, but it will be fun for us to
"Exactly what I thought. The video footage of her agony should be fun to
show around in the nurses' lounge, too." She left off with the vibrator
and began kneading Rima's distended midsection brutally hard, squeezing
the flesh with an iron grip as the Eurasian beauty began to gasp and
hiccup in utter excruciating nausea from the enormous pressure inside
her colon. Karen began to manipulate the raven-haired woman's genitals
with her left hand while she squeezed and roughly massaged her abdomen
with her right. By this time, four feet of the tube were coiled
sinuously inside the length of Rima's bowel, and the bag was nearly
empty; Andrea opened the shower taps, adjusted the temperature, and
filled the bag again.
"Let's try for a record, shall we?" she inquired, bending down to look
into Rima's tear-filled eyes. "What do you say, sport? Are you game, or
are you gonna be a pussy and wimp out on us?"
"God, I feel like I'm gonna explode," Rima sobbed. "But I guess I have
no choice, do I?"
"None at all," Karen replied, returning to her massage of the slender
woman's grossly expanded belly and puffy genitals. I watched in
fascination and growing arousal as quarts seven, eight, and nine drained
into her middle in quick succession; Rima's tummy looked at least six
months pregnant when she hiccupped, gagged sharply, and fought the urge
to vomit. I could see her throat working convulsively to control her
nausea, brought on by the crushing fullness of the humiliation she bore
deep in her inner depths. Karen's rough kneading of her abdomen became a
gentle caress then, and Rima's breathing slowed to nearly normal as the
soothing touch eased her cramps somewhat. Andy reopened the clamp with a
loud click! and sent the other three quarts into the hapless
black-haired beauty's stuffed tummy, Karen remarking, "I'll bet she's
gonna make a succession of huge farts when she starts releasing that,
after a ten-minute wait. Then we should hear no more of the kimchee gas
for the rest of the evening." She kneaded our victim's tum with greater
force, causing alarming gurgles and rumbles to emanate from her
dangerously over-stretched guts. "Isn't that right, Rima?"
"I probably won't be able to fart after I release this huge load," she
sobbed. "I'm almost afraid my asshole is going to turn inside out by the
time I'm through shitting." She clutched her huge belly as a series of
cramps shot through her, and her hiccups returned with some force as
Andy closed the clamp to leave her three gallons of liquid torment to
percolate inside her invaded colon.
"You'll have to digest that for at least ten minutes," Karen directed.
"I think it would be best if you lie on your back so Paul and I can go
to work on you." Rima flopped weakly on her left side, slowly turning
turtle so that her belly looked slightly less inflated. "Paul(a), which
would you rather do? Eat her pussy or rub her tummy?"
"I want a crack at that big gut; it will be more of a turn-on for the
video if you do the cunnilingus honors. Is that cool with you, Karen?"
"Absolutely." She knelt between the raven-haired woman's thighs and
began to give her head exquisitely, while I alternated my hands,
kneeling at Rima's left side, between kneading her swollen middle and
tweaking at her hardened nipples.
"This set of tapes we've been making since I returned," Trish announced,
"are going to be a terrific form of foreplay the next time we have an
enema orgy." She set the camcorder on its tripod, still running, and
drew Andrea into her arms. "But I need to come too," she moaned, drawing
the petite redhead into a deep soul kiss, then diving between her legs
as Andy reciprocated in a wicked sixty-nine. Conversation ceased at that
By the time Trish and Andy had eaten each other to several screaming
orgasms, Rima began to shake with chills and returning nausea from
holding the huge load inside her pregnant-looking belly. Due in part to
the agony of her internal pressure, and in part due also to the orgasms
she'd experienced from Karen's talented tongue, her face, neck, breasts,
belly, and crotch were damp with sweat and vaginal secretions. Taking
pity on her, we helped her up, positioned her in a squat over the
toilet, Karen and I supporting her with arms around her shoulders, and I
directed, "Andy and Trish, can you come over here and pull the tube out
of her butt? The poor dear's about to explode."
They hastened to assist us, and we seated her gently on the throne,
Karen massaging her middle while I did service at her mons veneris. An
explosive fart thundered from her bottom as the massive load of water
and diluted excreta began to eject forcefully from her overworked
center, and she leaned wearily against Karen's plump breasts as her
evacuation continued for a seemingly infinite duration. Her pelvic
thrusts against my rowdy tongue bruised my face, so I hung on for dear
life, knowing that her orgasmic contractions would make her emptying
more bearable. At last, she slumped weakly against us, the water
continuing to spatter from her rear, until the stream became a trickle
and faded. Letting her rest for a few moments, we then lifted her
slightly so Andy and Trish could cleanse her rear, then moved en masse
to the shower where we took turns scrubbing her, then each other,
carefully, to get every nook and cranny, every hidden orifice, of our
bodies squeaky clean.
As we stepped out of the shower, Trish announced, "Someone here has been
neglected," pointing at Karen's pudgy tummy. "I think we can make that a
lot bigger before the night's over." She engaged the blonde in a deep
soul kiss, running her hands caressingly down Karen's back and kneading
the blonde woman's ass sensuously. Coming up for air, Trish remarked, "I
am deeply grateful to you for the way you took care of Paul(a) while I
was away at APA; not only does he look overripe when we cross-dress him,
but he seems really happier now when we torment him sexually. I can't
help but thinking your care and tutelage had a lot to do with that." She
worked her tongue back into Karen's mouth as she surrendered to her
passion for her cherished friend. "I love you, sistah, and I love you
even more for taking good care of my sweet slave-boy while I was gone."
She fell silent, noting that tears were sliding down Karen's cheeks.
"What's wrong, hon?" she inquired in a soft voice.
"You're gonna hate me for telling you this, Trish, but I think I've
fallen in love with your slave- boy." She shook with her sobs, making
little mewling noises deep in her throat. "So many times while you were
away, after Paul(a) was deep in sleep, I lay beside him, looking at him,
wanting to kiss him all over his body and tell him how precious he's
become to me, but I didn't want to have you angry at me." She shook in
the depths of her sorrow, her voice nearly a wail.
"It's okay," Trish comforted her, hugging her more tightly and running
soothing hands over the back of Karen's head and down her back. "Don't
you think I noticed the way you've been looking at Paul(a) ever since I
got back?" She gently kissed away the zäftig blonde's tears, then added,
"I'm happy that you have fallen in love with him, as long as you'll
share him with us. Oh, Karen, sweet baby, I know how lonely and hurting
you've been--during all the years I've known you, I've seen you fall for
so many men who weren't what you thought they were, and I know how it's
eaten away at your heart and self-esteem. But Paul is different, and
although I can't say I don't wish I feel the passion for him that you
feel, I love him in my own way just as much as you do." Hugging Karen
fiercely, she added, "So it's okay that you're in love with him, and I
assume he returns your feelings, because I've noticed him looking at you
in a special way since my return from APA. Now dry those tears, and
we're gonna purge all those feelings of sadness and fear of rejection
right outa you." She grabbed Karen's buttocks then, squeezing them
tight, then wormed the middle finger of her right hand up the buxom
woman's fundament. "Do you remember that trick I taught you, lover?" she
"The one you did that time when it was just the two of us in that porno
movie house? The one where you wormed your finger into my butt when I
was in my seat, and plumbed my nasty backhole until I came?" She began
to pant in arousal.
"That's the one," Tricia replied. She began pumping her finger in and
out of Karen's tush as she added, "Let's give Paul and the gang a great
show so his dick will be hard as a rock when we begin filling your tum.
That way you can give him some great head while we're bloating your
stomach to impossible dimensions." Karen's gasping served as an
indication of how much Trish's lewd foreplay and hot talk were arousing
her; I could feel my dick stiffening into full erection even before Rima
came up to me and began an exquisite handjob as Andy began fingerfucking
my bung while simultaneously eating out Rima's glistening box. Thrusting
her tongue hotly back into Karen's mouth, Trish observed, "You should
see what a daisy chain our little show has set off. Are you having fun,
"God, yes," Karen rasped. "I think I've already come at least three or
four times." She thrust her tongue into Tricia's mouth, and reciprocated
her kinky foreplay by worming the middle finger of her right hand into
the brunette's bunghole. "But one finger isn't enough anymore--please
put more fingers into my asshole. I need to come inside my ass--deep in
my bowels where the nerve endings to my heart lie." I looked at Trish,
noticing that tears had begun to slide from her eyes, so moved was she
from Karen's amazing statement, then noted the same tears on Rima's face
and looked down to see that Andrea too had tears sliding down her cheeks.
"You're crying, too, Paul(a)," Karen observed. "What is it with you
people? I didn't say anything that special, did I?" She began to kiss
away Tricia's tears as the two voluptuous women continued pumping
fingers lustfully in and out of each other's behinds.
"You're a poet, Karen," I observed. "Nobody else had the imagination--or
the courage--to express what we've all begun to realize about our
individual and collective erotic triggers, however unconsciously."
Gently disengaging myself from Rima's and Andy's attentions, I
approached Trish and Karen, drawing them into a three-way hug. "I feel
like the luckiest guy on the planet, having such terrific ladies in my
life." Kissing Karen gently on the lips, hesitant about following up
with my tongue because I didn't want to spoil the moment, I added, "Now
it's time for us to party-- Karen's ass and tum will be our playground
tonight." I squeezed her ass lovingly before I rejoined Andy and Rima,
motioning for them to follow me into the bathroom.
"Do you think Karen can take a bigger load than you just took?" I asked
Rima, caressing her fanny in a friendly manner as Andy began running
water for my blonde lover's ordeal. "She is considerably bigger and
heavier than you are, after all."
"You make it sound like a criticism, Paul(a). This is the woman who just
declared her love for you and you--presumably--are in love with her,
too." She looked at me sternly, making me feel as if I'd stepped over
some kind of uncrossable line.
"No--it was only an observation. One thing that I've discovered in
recent years, and especially since I've been hanging with you four
ladies, is that I'm especially drawn to big, plump, full- figured women.
I don't know if it's a desire to return to maternal arms or what,
exactly, but chubby women really turn me on. I was just thinking that
Karen might have a bigger capacity than you do--and I want to give her
all the bursting enema love that she can possibly handle, because I'm so
in love with her. I feel like I'm going crazy--I haven't felt this
deliriously excited about a woman for a very long time."
Rima took me into a tender hug and said soothingly, "Sorry I bit your
head off, but Karen is really sensitive about her weight sometimes, even
though she and I both know that you think she's hot stuff. Now bear in
mind that we don't want to do any permanent damage to her--it wouldn't
be very sexy if her colon burst and she had to wear a colostomy bag for
the rest of her life--but I've seen you take ten quarts or more (sixteen
if what Karen told me about the high colonic she gave you during spring
break is accurate), and I took twelve not long ago. What say we shoot
for fourteen to sixteen, after we've first cleaned her guts out good
with hot soapy water?" She caressed my balls as she suggested this,
regarding me with a mischievous smile. When I just stared stupidly, she
added, "I've seen her take at least three gallons and hold it for as
long as an hour--of course, she was a sweaty wreck when she finally got
to release all that water, and we did have to help her into bed, where
she slept for about ten hours--but the point is that she's much more
physically robust than her emotional fragility might suggest."
"Let's get her in here and see what she can hold," I directed, my
erection returning at the thought of blowing up my luscious blonde
plumper like a balloon. As Andrea left to get Karen and Trish, Rima
beckoned me with her right index finger crooked.
In a low whisper, she confided, "I have a special additive out in the
car, so cover for me when they get back in here."
Before she could leave, I asked, "What kind of additive are you speaking
"It's an old Korean formula--now recognized as one of the true,
effective, foolproof aphrodisiacs in existence. It's more effective in
producing erections than Viagra, and makes every woman multiorgasmic.
Karen will be begging you to fuck her before the first cup of water
flows into her butt." She scampered away just before Andy, Trish, and
Karen returned to the bathroom.
"Where did Rima go?" Trish inquired. "We can't start without her." She
assisted Karen into the tub, directing her to kneel on all fours with
her head resting on her hands and her tush thrust high in the air.
"She'll be back in a minute with an extra-special something for Karen's
treatment." I slapped lightly at Karen's big round butt, remarking, "I'm
so excited about the way we're going to invade your ass that you'll
probably feel my jizz all over your rear end even before you start to
feel full." I slapped her ass some more, bringing it to a bright pink
shade while she squirmed in arousal.
"Baby spanks my fanny so sensuously," she crooned. "Are you sore at me
for fessing up to Trish about my feelings for you?"
"No, darling--I'm ecstatic that you had the courage to be up front with
all of the gang. I'm just slapping your butt because I love you and want
you to feel good." I knelt beside her and began to caress her soft,
rounded middle. "Is your empty tummy aching to be filled?" I inquired,
trailing my right hand down her belly to tease at the opening lips of
her glistenig vagina.
"God, yes. I want you to fill me until I'm about to burst. I feel so
hollow and empty and kind of left out of things." I began to rub her
center sensuously as she gurgled contentedly.
By this time, Rima had returned from her car, carrying an opaque plastic
container. "This stuff is the shit," she began. "Prepare for the wildest
sexual ride of your lives, Karen and Paul." She handed the container to
Andrea, directing, "Pour about a quarter cup of that stuff into the bag
and mix it thoroughly with the water and soap," then flexed her right
bicep and added, "good thing I've been working out, as Tricia and Andy
and I will probably have to half-carry you two to bed when the evening's
festivities are over."
"Is it that old family recipe you told me about?" Trish inquired.
"Yeah--it's called something untranslatable, something about `heaven in
the loins' and it's guaranteed to make men's members hard like steel and
women's secret places convulse like chains of firecrackers." She
tittered as she delivered this witticism, and I looked down to see Karen
looking lovingly into my eyes. "You folks are in for such a treat," Rima
concluded. "I'd been waiting for an occasion special enough to introduce
you to this stuff, and this is definitely it."
"Are you gonna leave me and Trish out of it?" Andy complained.
"Hell no--I just want to get Karen and Paul going on this stuff first,
then the three of us can have our own private orgy once we've put them
to bed." She gestured to the petite redhead, who began inserting the
hospital style peartip nozzle into Karen's open behind, opened the
clamp, and let the soapy water begin its gurgling journey into the plump
blonde's rectum and colon. "Now, Trish, will you get a beer and a glass
for Paul here?" The Rubenesque brunette skipped off to her errand,
callypygous fanny swaying sensuously as she departed. Rima weighed my
balls in her hands, remarking, "This is going to blow your mind,
Paul--I've only given some of this stuff to one other man, and we fucked
for fourteen hours straight (he probably came ten or twelve times in
that period, each time as intensely as the first one) and finally had to
quit because we were so sore that the thought of further coupling held
very little appeal for us." By this time Trish had returned with a cold
beer; she handed it and the glass to Rima, who measured a quarter cup of
the powder, poured it into the glass after pouring the beer, and stirred
it vigorously with her finger. "Enjoy, Paul," she remarked, handing me
I took a healthy swig, noting that the additive had no taste except to
slightly sweeten the normal bitterness of the beer. I took another swig,
noting that heat was beginning to spread in my groin region, and topped
off the glass with a third huge gulp. Before I could even hand my glass
to Rima, I felt my dick erecting harder than it ever had before, and I
looked down to note that it appeared to be about two inches longer and a
half-inch thicker than its normal erect state. By this time, Karen was
bounding out of the tub, nozzle still buried up her ass, begging, "You
gotta fuck me now, Paul. I'm burning up inside." I sat on the edge of
the tub as she lowered her glistening cunt over my erection, humping up
and down on me forcefully as if a demon had taken over her sexual parts.
"Aren't you feeling cramps from the soap?" Andy inquired. "If it was me
in your position, I'd be wanting to shit before I could even think of
"You're so deliciously naïve," Rima noted, adding, "just wait until it's
your turn. This is an aphrodisiac so powerful it overrides every other
bodily sensation." She threw her arm companionably around Andrea's
shoulder, thrust her tongue lewdly into the smaller woman's left ear,
and observed, "Just watch, grasshopper, and you'll see the method to my
Meanwhile, Karen and I were ignoring the other women completely, so
feverish with lust that we slammed furiously into each other in utter
consuming need for release. Not until Tricia closed the clamp on Karen's
hose and gently eased the nozzle from her rear did we even notice that
she was holding nearly four quarts of soapy water in her distended
belly. "Did you want to release that gut-buster before we go any
further?" I inquired, trying to empathize with how she must be feeling.
"Hell, no, it just makes me hot as a twenty-dollar firecracker. Don't
stop fucking me, whatever you do." I felt the feverish heat of her
vaginal walls snapping around my hugely engorged penis, and I complied
with her request, slamming up to meet her pelvic thrusts with all the
strength I had. After a few dozen of such bone-jarring thrusts, she
ululated, "Comming--and it's sssoooogggggooooooddddddddd!" as she
smashed her pelvis into mine with even greater force; I felt a burning
sensation that began in my belly, traveled through my loins, and
manifested itself as the most intense, longest, hottest ejaculation I'd
ever experienced. "God I love fucking you," I exclaimed, shooting my
seed deep into her belly, which only triggered another chain of orgasms
for her, causing her eyes to go wide, then roll back in her head. She
hung limply in my arms for a moment, breathing stertorous as she
struggled for consciousness.
"Are you okay, baby?" I inquired solicitously. Despite the sheen of
sweat on her forehead and the sexual flush on her neck and breasts, her
face was whiter than I'd ever seen it.
"Ask Trish and Rima and Andy to leave us alone for a few minutes, okay?"
she whispered, her hand caressing my face in such a loving way that I
was overwhelmed with emotion, and began to weep in a sympathetic
response to the tears in her eyes.
"Trish, can you and Andy and Rima give us a few minutes alone?" Trish
smiled, wrapped her arms around Andrea's and Rima's shoulders, and led
them out of the bathroom, giggling as they departed.
"What is it, lover?" I inquired, concerned that something bad was about
to happen. "Is anything wrong?"
"Actually, hon, things couldn't possibly be more right--unless, that is,
you're the kind of guy who fears commitment and will run to the ends of
the earth to avoid it." She looked deeply into my eyes, searching my
soul for a clue to the intentions of my heart.
"No--I'm not afraid of commitment. I've been in and out a lot of
relationships over the years-- some happy but doomed--some troubled but
intense. Are you asking me for a commitment? If so, I'm very happy to
declare to the world that I love you and want to be with you forever."
"I'm so relieved to hear you say that, darling." She paused, beginning
to raise her pelvis to tantalize my returning hardon, stirring me into
full arousal within a half-dozen strokes. "Do you remember how I went
into that chain of orgasms, when my eyes rolled back in my head, and I
had to struggle for several moments to catch my breath?"
"Sure do--I was scared that you were having some kind of seizure, and
that I wouldn't know what to do to help you, and I almost broke down
crying because I couldn't bear the thought of losing you." As I spoke
this, I felt the moisture rise to my eyes again.
"Don't cry, baby," she cooed, stroking my face gently with her right
hand. "I'm too healthy to die from a bellyful of soapy water and a chain
of multiple orgasms. The reason my eyes rolled back in my head is that I
felt something deep inside when I went into that multiorgasmic chain,
something that I've looked at in the clinical literature and spoken to
my mother, my older sisters, and a few other girlfriends from the
nursing program about, but never believed until it happened to me
tonight." Her face bore an enigmatic expression, a sort of Mona Lisa
smile that made my heart a triphammer in my chest.
"I think I know what this is leading up to," I ventured, my voice husky
"You're one of the few men who might understand that, yes--most guys
don't have your intelligence and sensitivity, but I think you do know.
But I'm not going to keep you in suspense any longer, in any case." She
paused, cleared her throat, and continued. "I felt a sensation behind
the walls of my vagina, a physical rush that sexual mystics like D. H.
Lawrence have called the quickening. Paul, I hope you're being for real
with me about not fearing commitment, because I think we made a baby
tonight." Her eyes searched mine, praying that she wouldn't find
"Oh Karen," I moaned, holding her tight and beginning to move her up and
down on my bursting erection. "I'm so happy--I can't think of any other
woman I'd want to have a child with than you. And I can't wait to see
the changes that pregnancy makes on your body--to lie beside you in bed
at night and hear the fetal heartbeat, to have you swell my tummy up
with bigger and bigger loads of water as your belly gets bigger, to
gently rub soothing lotion on your breasts when they start to get sore
and tender." I hugged her hard as I brought her body up and down on mine
with increasing speed and force. "And through it all, I'll want to keep
having sex with you, making sweet love or rutting like crazed weasels,
depending on what suits our moods." I could feel her breathing quicken
as she approached yet another chain of orgasms, and I asked,
semi-flippantly, "Is that enough of a commitment for you?"
"Oh baby--yess--ooh, fuck me harder!" she shrieked, as her body began to
shake and tremble in ecstasy, so I slammed into her faster and harder
than I'd ever fucked anyone before in my life. "Commminnnngggggg! It's
soooo ggggoooooddddd! Ohhhhhhh--I feel like I've died and gone to
heaven. Baby, baby--ohhhh, don't ever stop fucking me!" By this time,
her shrieks were so loud that Tricia, Andrea, and Rima came running into
the bathroom, alarmed by the intensity of Karen's climax, just as I
grunted and moaned in my own bliss, exclaiming, "Let's try for twins,
hon." As soon as I said this, I looked into Karen's eyes, which bore
only a mischievous twinkle. "Sorry I gave away our secret," I intoned
"It's okay," she whispered. Motioning to the three other women to come
forward, she spoke in a more audible tone, "A little anouncement, girls.
Just before I had Paul chase you guys out of the john, I felt an
unmistakeable sensation in my uterus; I was just telling Paul I think we
made a baby tonight." She looked beseechingly at the other women,
seeking affirmation and approval from them.
"That's wonderful," Trish announced, coming forward to throw her arms
around both of us. "This is real, and this is right, Karen. I'm thinking
back to the fear you manifested about telling me how you really feel
about Paul, and I'm realizing that my understanding and approval has
sanctioned your coming together in a holy way--a way that no church or
magistrate can put aside or supersede." Turning to Andrea and Rima, she
inquired, "How do you two feel about the news?"
"It's terrific," Andrea declared. "I too had had a feeling that
something special was happening between Paul and Karen, but I held my
tongue because I didn't want to run the risk of jinxing it." She came
forward and hugged us, wisecracking, "I wonder what our other friends in
the nursing program will say when they realize that giving you a baby
shower implies receiving a golden and a brown shower."
We all exploded with laughter at this comment, then Rima stepped over to
give us a hug and her blessing. "Now you should understand why I decided
to try the family formula on you two first. I'd noticed the chemistry
between Paul and Karen the first time all of us got together--if what I
did helped push things ahead a little, let me be the godmother, okay?"
"You got it," Karen and I almost shouted in unison. All of a sudden
Karen winced, looked at me fiercely, and observed, "I think I gotta
release this soapy water right away--my belly's starting to hurt now
that I've slaked my initial lust for my new lover--my life partner--my
devoted slave--my husband." She lifted herself off my lap, sat on the
toilet, and began a farting, gurgling expulsion as I raced to her side
to massage her bloated middle. "Thanks," she gasped. "I hope you folks
intend to rinse me out so I'm not too sick to fuck Paul's brains out all
Andrea tittered, then admonished in a stern tone, "Actually, before you
and Trish came into the bathroom earlier, Paul and Rima and I were
speculating about how big your capacity actually is-- we thought we'd
try to push it a little further tonight."
"And I'll probably come so hard my heart will stop beating, right?" she
grunted as the soapy purge continued to leave her plump bottom. Finally,
she flashed us a bright smile, announcing, "I think I'm done," rising
from the toilet seat so we could team-wipe her magnificent fanny.
"What about our enema parties?" Rima inquired. "Is your pregnancy going
to put an end to those? I'd sure hate to see wedding bells break up that
old gang of mine." She tittered as she delivered this remark, turning to
present us with her ass, on which Andrea had drawn the words, "Just
Married" with a water-soluble highlighter.
"Don't be silly, ya fuckin' WASP wannabe," Karen quipped. "In the first
place, Paul and I haven't discussed marriage--just emotional and
spiritual commitment. That's enough for now. In the second place, I'll
need those enema parties more than ever now that I'm pregnant (dare I
say I hope I'm pregnant, because I want to have Paul's baby so bad I can
almost feel the contractions through the tunnel of time?). Come
on--everyone except Trish and Paul is trained in medicine; you all know
what happens to a woman's digestive tract during pregnancy. And I intend
to keep Paul(a)'s belly inflated to a size similar to mine during each
and every day of my pregnancy. Does that answer your question?" She
smiled warmly at Rima.
"I think it's time her asshole met its doom," Andrea observed. "Were we
talking about fourteen quarts, Paul, or eighteen?"
"I don't remember--let's see how much she can really take." I patted
Karen's belly gently as I said this, adding, "I don't want you to think
that I made a bet with these reprobates or anything like that, but if my
estimate is right, we won't have to buy any Pampers for the first six
Karen swatted my tush sharply, then thrust a finger affectionately into
my behind, remarking, "I think you have to try to match quarts with me,
since you made a bet based on the elasticity of my colon." Turning to
the others, she asked, "How about it girls--shall we make him try to
keep up with me?"
I gulped as I saw three thumbs pointing up before hands grabbed me, put
me in the oversized tub next to Karen, and began lubing my tush for the
Minutes later, Karen and I found ourselves bent over, butts touching, in
Tricia's oversized bathtub; Rima and Andrea were lubing our heinies with
slippery, bare fingers (Trish figured the intimate touch was best, since
she wanted to create good karma for our fledgling family unit). My dick
was erect, as it had been through most of the evening, and when I
glanced over at Karen, I noted that she too was panting in arousal. I
mouthed the words, "I love you," and she gazed at me with such
tenderness that I felt the tears well up in my eyes again. Meanwhile,
Tricia was filling two of the six-quart bags (with pint increments
measured off on the sides) with warm, steamy water. "Here's the game
plan," she announced. "We'll start off with Karen, and give her two
quarts before we give Paul(a) any water; my plan is to stagger this so
both of them aren't full to bursting and ready to expel at the same
time." Squeezing our fannies lasciviously, she asked, "Are you ready?"
We both nodded, so she nodded to Rima, who started Karen's bag. "Feel
free to play with each other's genitals, breasts, etc., while this is
going on," Trish added.
I reached over and ran my hand along the curve of Karen's belly, asking,
"Are you sure you're game for this?"
"Oh yes--I wanna go for a new record. But play with my tits and pussy,
will you?" I responded by rubbing both breasts with one hand while
teasing her labia and clitoris with the other, causing her mouth to open
to utter little gasps of passion and utter sexual need. A double
clicking sound indicated that Karen's flow was closed off and my
infusion was beginning. She weighed my balls in her hand, then began a
slow, exquisite stroking of my engorged manhood. I felt the overly warm
water flowing into my belly, pushing aside everything in its path; my
erection throbbed harder than ever, were that even possible. Karen's
warm fingers wrapped around its rigid length felt like a touch of
heaven, and I moaned in desperate arousal. Just when I thought I'd
tumble over the edge into orgasm, a snap signaled that my first two
quarts had flowed in, and that Karen's next two were beginning. I began
to rub her expanding tummy gently, occasionally sneaking a couple of
fingers downwards to tease her labia and clit, hearing her gasp in
arousal as the heat from the massive infusion began to permeate her
body. "Touch my titties," she moaned. "My nipples are like little
penises standing at attention." What I felt when I brushed my hands over
her breasts confirmed this assertion, and I felt an electric thrill of
erotic empathy shoot through my loins, especially when I began to work
those rock-hard buds with the thumbs and forefingers of each hand. At
one point, I twisted both points especially hard, and she jumped on all
fours, rubbing her wide, soft ass against mine as she erupted in a chain
of mini-orgasms. Just as quickly, a snap! indicated her break period.
The second that quart three began to flow into my bowels, I felt the
pre-ejaculate dripping furiously from the end of my penis; Karen looked
over to note this, and began to speed up the pace of her hand movements,
intent on bringing me to a quick climax so the treatment could build me
up to yet another bursting erection. I soon found it impossible to hold
out any longer, and with a basso groan I felt the burning exit of my
semen, which shot violently against the far end of the tub in five or
six powerful bursts. I heard applause, then Trish remarked, "It appears
that Karen and Paul are one on one in the orgasm department, although I
have a sneaking suspicion that Karen has come more than once since the
treatment began--she's just not letting us know that she has." She
pelted Karen's tush lightly with a studded rubber paddle, and inquired,
"Isn't that right, homegirl?"
"Oh, yeah," Karen panted. "I've probably come at least six or seven
times." She cradled her abdomen against the four quarts of water now
inside her before bending to cleanse the tip of my dick with her velvet
mouth. Just as quickly, a snap! signalled that quarts five and six were
on their way into her colon, and she resumed her position, head down and
rump thrust lewdly up in the air. She turned her head to face me, and I
noted her open mouth, etched into a silent moan of passion as the water
caused her belly to distend further and puff downward.
"You're starting to look a little `pregnant'," I observed. "Damn but you
have a sexy big belly, Karen, even when it's empty." I felt her hand
slide up my thigh to caress my re-awakening erection. "Trish," I
inquired, turning my head to face her, "may I please have the next two
quarts, please? I want to enjoy the feelings of fullness Karen is
hogging for herself." A snap! signalled that the water was on its way to
join the load already pooling in the stretching reaches of my colon;
another snap ten seconds later indicated that Karen had finished quart
six. I looked lovingly into Karen's eyes and remarked, "You know that
you can forget our bet if you want to--I don't want to see you do
anything that might hurt you, now that I realize how deeply I'm in love
"Quit being a pussy," the blonde plumper teased. "If you're trying to
get out of the endurance race, you'll have to come up with a better
excuse than that." Looking at Trish and Rima, she replied, "Tell him,
girls. You know how I got my reputation as the Lavage Queen; maybe it'll
take his mind off his expanding belly and put his attention back on his
genitals where it belongs."
Rima knelt at my side, rubbing my paunch gently, then trailing her
fingers to my granite erection. "It's true, Paul(a). When we first did a
gastroenterology practicum in our first year of the nursing program, the
professor, a notorious dyke, once held a contest after we'd gotten about
three weeks of practice giving each other enemas. Karen walked in, took
eight quarts, and held them for an hour without the use of any retention
devices." She giggled, then concluded, "That dyke professor fell in love
with her, and invited Karen back for about four semesters running just
to demonstrate that such feats are possible if an individual is able to
master control of their sphincters and abdominal muscles. Of course, the
professor also promised Karen an A+ in the course if Karen would let the
prof eat her pussy while she was holding the two gallons of water."
"And that was no real problem," Karen rejoined, grunting just after the
click! signalled that the end of quart eight had run into her beach-ball
middle. "I got my A+, but then I had to call security on the dyke
professor because she started stalking me." She reached over to touch my
pendulous abdomen, which was just receiving quarts seven and eight. "You
want a real rush?" she inquired, with a wicked smile on her face.
"What's that, hon?"
"Let `em run you all the way up through quart ten while I give you head
and Trish tells you another one of my Lavage Queen exploits." She
brought her face to mine, thrusting her tongue lasciviously into my
mouth, swirling it around to the point that I could again feel precum
leaking from the head of my shatteringly hard penis. "How about it,
baby? Do you trust me?"
"Let's do it," I sighed, my voice shaky with a combination of lust and
apprehension. Karen's mouth on my dick felt exquisite as I felt the
volume and pressure increasing inside me to excruciating dimensions. I
looked at my belly, noting that it was swollen as in pregnancy, and I
felt as if I might burst at any moment. The water kept coming,
possessing my entire consciousness as Trish recited the story of the
time they all visited a colonic clinic (it was at this point that I
discovered that Tricia had once been a nursing student but had burned
out in her junior year and switched her major to psychology) just to
treat themselves to a new kind of klismaphiliac experience.
"It was the standard routine," Tricia observed. "Total treatment volume
for each of us was five gallons, and we could stop the infusion at any
point to release as much as we wanted." She giggled, then began frigging
her own clit as she drifted back into the memory: "Rima took about a
gallon and a half, maybe two gallons, before she needed a break, but she
was even thinner then, still lean and bony like a preadolescent. She did
finish the rest of the five gallons, but could only manage a gallon to a
gallon and a half at a time, and she rested for twenty minutes at each
break, after releasing most of the water she'd absorbed." At this point,
Rima came over and began lapping at Trish's labia, before picking up
with the story.
"Andrea surprised all of us--her first three gallons went in with no
problems at all, then she went all rigid, started shaking, and clutched
her belly as if she was going to explode. The colonic therapist, an old
hand at this kind of reaction, shut off the flow, whisked the tube from
her rear, and massaged her stomach as she passed about two gallons of
the infusion. . . ."
"My stomach looked like a medicine ball," Andy interrupted. "But after
that I kept a gallon inside and took the other two gallons without
incident, although it did take me forever to shit the rest of it back
out." She began frigging her clit at the recollection, shivering over
the intensity of the experience. "And then," she concluded, "I came
about eighteen times in quick succession that last time the therapist
pulled the tube out of my ass--it was heavenly!" Her eyes rolled back in
her head as she bounced on the bathroom floor to the throes of her
climax. I felt Karen's hand move from my weeping erection to my own
beachball middle, caressing me gently before she looked over to Tricia
"His gut's rock-hard," she observed. "I hope he doesn't rupture before
we're through." She looked at me and nodded to Andrea: "Can you get the
salt and a measuring spoon from the kitchen, and dump about two
tablespoons into each bag?" Andrea scampered away, still wobbly from the
climax she'd just sustained, returning within moments to do the
necessary doctoring to our purges.
"Tricia also took about three gallons at the start, passed one, took the
last two and screamed for the toilet just after the therapist shut off
the water. But Karen," and here Andrea licked her lips in a lascivious
manner, leaning over us to caress our distended paunches before resuming
her story, "took all five gallons nonstop, fingering herself the whole
time and moaning in orgasm. She was lost in her own little world, and
after the rest of us had expelled and were lying around absolutely
exhausted, begged the attendant for another gallon because she felt so
`empty'." She patted Karen's tummy as she opened the clamp to let quarts
nine and ten flow into her expanding middle.
"Give me a whole gallon at once--then I'll still be two quarts ahead of
that pussy Paula," Karen snarled lustfully. She rubbed her stomach
luxuriantly as the water stuffed itself further and further into the
farthest reaches of her colon, and then returned her attention to my
dick, capturing it in her mouth to fellate me exquisitely until the
twelfth quart had finished flowing into her. She removed her mouth from
my manhood long enough to ask, "Can you handle just two more little
quarts, dear, or are you needing to get rid of your load?" then returned
to her exquisite act of fellatio.
"As long as you let me come in your mouth," I replied, grunting as a
snap! indicated that I'd soon be holding three gallons of water inside
my exploding tummy.
"The really amazing thing," Trish observed, "is that even after taking
the extra gallon, Karen kneeled in front of the therapist with her fanny
up in the air and masturbated for another ten minutes before she asked
the uniformed woman to help her into the john." She came over and began
slapping at our buttcheeks with a wire-bristled hairbrush to spur us on
to climax, adding, "Of course, we didn't see Karen for about two days
afterwards--she slept for about thirty hours after we dropped her off at
"Between the cleaning out and sleeping through about four mealtimes, I
lost about fifteen pounds on that excursion," Karen remarked. "All my
jeans and panties were baggy and my tits shrank-- until Trish and Andrea
took pity on me and forced me to eat two pizzas and a half-gallon of ice
cream at one sitting." She shivered from holding her twelve quarts of
water, just as Rima opened the clamp to let quarts eleven and twelve
flow into my depraved behind. Karen resumed her mouth action on my dick,
to the point that I shot a copious load into her mouth and down her
gullet when I was halfway through quart twelve.
"God, it hurts so bad!" I complained after Rima closed the clamp. "I
think I've reached the end of my road--can I please release all this
water?" Rima and Tricia quickly helped me to stand, sat me in a squat
over the toilet, and began to ease the oversized nozzle from my rear,
holding me as I collapsed in their arms while the huge load of water
thundered from my behind. I looked over to see Karen furiously frigging
her clit as Andy released quarts thirteen and fourteen into her
overstuffed bowels. As I grunted from my own cramping expulsion, I asked
Karen, "Isn't your belly starting to hurt, even just a little?"
"I feel pretty full," she replied, "but no, the initial cramps from the
first gallon or two passed long ago. What I do feel is a chain of
orgasms ripping through my whole body." A loud click! indicated that she
now held three and a half gallons of water inside her straining belly,
and although she denied feeling pain, a sheen of sweat covered her
entire body. "Once you're done on the john, honey dearest, I want you to
come over and fuck me dogstyle; I want your hands all over my big belly
while I take even more water inside me." I grunted and strained to
release the last of my huge hydraulic humiliation, then nodded to Rima
and Andrea, who came over to wipe me, cleanse my rear with washcloths,
and pat baby powder into my overworked anal region. I approached Karen
in her obscene position as Trish opened the clamp to release quarts
fifteen and sixteen into her insatiable bottom, my erection stirring
back into life at the sight of those soft white globes. "Come fuck me,
darlin'--I need it sooo badddd!" Her voice was a ragged gasp as I eased
my erection into the moist heat of her vagina. "By the way, from the
pictures my mother--a spit and image of me when she was younger--showed
me of her when she was carrying me, this is what I'll look like when I'm
about seven months along. So you can imagine the kind of agony you'll
face trying to keep up with me in the third trimester." I began running
my hands soothingly across the grossly distended curvature of her fecund
belly as I slid in and out of the moist heat of her hungry vagina, its
walls compressed by the weight of the enormous load inside her colon.
"Please rub my tummy a little harder," she begged, "so the water will
reach every hidden gas pocket and clean me out really well. If you don't
help me with that, there's a real chance that my colon could rupture
when I release this load." I began squeezing her belly with increasing
force, likewise accelerating the intensity and speed of the pistoning
motion of my hips driving my lust- engorged cock in and out of her sweet
pocket of feminine mystery. Her voice became a ragged gasp as she urged
me onward, grunting with the gurglings and rumblings that emerged from
her distended middle. "Trish, how much water is in me now?" she inquired
with an obscene purr in her voice.
"Sixteen quarts, so there's two left in this bag; shall I have Andy and
Rima fill some more pitchers to top you off when I run in the last two?"
Her face bore a mysterious smile that didn't quite hide her fear for
"Absolutely--I want to show Paul what I'll look like just before our
baby is born." She moaned in orgasm several times as Trish let in the
last two quarts in the bag, while the other women filled the pitchers
with six more quarts in reserve. "Andy, will you get the camcorder from
my purse?" Karen shook with an overload of lust. "Damn but I wish we'd
been taping this from the start. Oh well--better to have some footage of
my tummy getting really big so Paul will have something to masturbate
over in case I don't survive." I stopped my stroking as tears leaped to
my eyes; I couldn't face the possibility that this dear woman might push
the envelope so far that she died in my arms. "Don't you dare stop
fucking me, Paul," she said in mock sternness. "I don't think I'll
die--I really do know what I'm doing."
"But you're trying to match a record you set how many years ago?"
"About four, to be precise. I took a year off from school to work as a
medical advisor to the Hellfire Club in New York City." The thought of
that famous venue for sadomasochistic excess revived my arousal to an
incredible degree, and I began slamming my dick in and out of her even
more forcefully. "I like that--in fact, I think I could use a lot more
of that before the night is through." Her callypygous fanny slammed back
at me, the weight of the internal swimming pool she held by sheer will
adding to the force of the movement with which she met my thrusts. "God,
I love fucking you, Paul. I don't think I'll ever stop coming tonight."
She began making little mewling gasps deep in her throat, interspersed
with gutteral grunts that made my dick throb all that much harder.
"Thanks for sharing the family formula with us, Rima; I've never been so
incredibly horny in my life. But when are you and Trish and Andy going
to get down and dirty like we've been doing all evening?"
"As soon as you're done hogging all the hot water and have released it
safely," Rima replied. "I'll need to rinse those six-quart bags so we
can all hook up and fill up together. In fact, Andy, will you get the
other six quart model out of the car, please?" The elfin redhead left to
pursue her errand, returning moments later as Rima directed, "Now rinse
out the bag Paul(a) was using, run water to the right temp, put two
ounces of the powder in each bag when they're half full, and top them
off." She poured one of the pitchers of reserve water into Karen's bag,
then slowly began pouring in the contents of the second pitcher after
opening the clamp. "This is the home stretch, hon. Are you ready to take
the rest of it nonstop?"
"Oh yeah, baby. Fill my guts until it comes out my mouth." She humped
back forcefully against me, commanding, "Paul, don't stop fucking me
whatever you do. Even if you come, keep sliding that dick in and out of
my cunt--it's the only thing that keeps me from cashing in my chips."
Her voice became a wail, changing into a high-pitched ululation then a
caterwauling that sent Tricia running to put a heavy metal CD on her
stereo and crank the volume up loud. "Fuck me harder,
baby--fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckmefuckmeFUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKME . . . ooh baby
baby baby FUUUCCCCKKKKKMMMEEEEEEE!!!" she screamed at the top of her
lungs; I looked up to see that the bag, filled for the fourth time, was
nearly empty. Slamming my dick in and out of her cunt as fast and hard
as I could, I pressed hard into the hugely swollen expanse of her belly
at the same time, squeezing its distended contour roughly to work the
last of the water into places inside her system that might have trapped
undigested food for a decade or more.
Then, feeling her big soft round ass slamming against my groin, I began
to come profusely, delivering my spunk in hot jets that made me tingle
from every bodily locus at once--from the tips of my toes to the top of
my head, in my nipples, in my ass, deep inside my belly, throughout my
chest cavity, ringing in my ears, blurring my vision, and finally making
my balls and the head of my dick feel as if they were being ripped out
by the roots. I slumped against Karen's plump rear, still easing my dick
in and out of her superheated womanhood as I heard her screaming and
gasping and moaning as if from a great distance away. I continued to
massage her belly roughly, wanting to ensure that she'd be able to
complete her expulsion without rupturing her precious colon, which had
to this point taken the most strenuous of discipline it had taken since
she began her nursing program.
"Ease up, baby, or I'm gonna shit all over your crotch." She slumped
forward, my dick popping out of her pussy with a wet plop, and lay on
her belly barely moving. "I'm so full," she groaned. "Why oh why did I
do that to myself again?" Rising to a vertical position where she sat on
her feet, she said, in a softer tone, "Just rub my tummy gently, and
keep with me while I try to make it to the toilet without having an
accident." I cradled her waist with my arms, supporting her with my
shoulders as she got shakily to her feet, then followed her, still
tenderly massaging her huge gut, as she made a tipsy beeline to the
waiting john, Rima trailing behind us with the bag in her hand. "Now
ease that big nozzle out of my rear end, then get on your knees and love
on me while I expel." I gently backed the hospital special out of her
behind, closing the clamp and handing it to Rima, then sank to my knees
as she sat heavily on the can. I kissed her tenderly, and her eager
response guided me to begin a soul kiss that seemed to last forever, a
tongue duel that distracted her from the crampy pain in her midsection,
while reaching to stroke the orgasm-swollen lips of her vagina and fully
erect clit with the fingers of my right hand. "Ooohh-- that's so gooddd!
Keep it up, darlin'--don't stop until my gut has deflated all the way."
I continued kissing and stroking her, somewhat alarmed by the ominous
rumbles and gurgles and thunderous farts that echoed continuously from
her slowly-deflating paunch.
Just as I was about to comment about these dangerous-sounding noises,
Andrea observed, "I'm getting it all on video, from the time you started
taking quart seventeen, all the way through twenty-four and the whole
expulsion sequence." Bringing the camcorder in for a closeup of Karen's
sweat-sodden hair, red face, and sex-flushed neck and breasts, she
asked, "How does it feel to gain and lose nearly fifty pounds in less
than a half hour?" She grinned cherubically at Karen as she waited for a
"It feels as if somebody stuck a garden hose at full pressure up my ass
for about ten minutes. How do you think it feels, you little ninny?" She
glared at Andy for the inappropriate nature of her question, then
relented and replied in a softer tone, "Actually, hon, I think I've come
about a hundred times just since Paul pulled the nozzle out of my ass.
And I'm by no means done expelling," she grunted as another huge fart
wracked her gut and we heard her passing more diluted waste. I met her
lips with mine again, stroking her clitoris and massaging her abdomen
with busy hands as she continued to empty of the huge invasion.
"I can see that your belly is still pretty distended," Andy noted. "I'll
keep on snapping footage of this tender scene while Rima is getting our
bags ready." She approached us to bestow a tender peck of her lips on
each of our foreheads, then backed off for some profile shots of Karen's
dwindling paunch. I heard my chubby blonde lover gasp in orgasm numerous
times, in rhythm to the sound of her emptying, before she pushed my
hands away from her belly and crotch, redirected them to her breasts,
and wrapped her arms tenderly around me.
"That was wonderful, dear. If Andy and Trish and Rima can wipe me, I'll
send you out to my Versailles for some more three-quart pitchers and
camcorder cartridges so we can finish shooting this video when they
surrender their backsides and tummies to our treatment." She kissed me
with tenderness and passion before swatting my rump and directing me to
her purse where the keys to the Lincoln resided. When I returned a few
minutes later, Karen had just started Tricia's bag and was lubing Rima's
butt for her heavy load; after filling the pitchers to the proper
temperature, I began prepping Andrea, wiggling my thumb in and out of
her tiny, puckered asshole to the point that she screamed in arousal;
"It's not fair to make me come before you even start draining the water
into me. Karen will be sooo jealous!" Still, her backside bucked against
my left hand to draw the three fingers I'd inserted just a little deeper
inside her fundament.
"I don't do jealousy with my sistahs," Karen replied. "However, if you
divert Paul away from me when I want to play with him, I will take my
revenge in some really perverted way." She came over after starting
Rima's flow, grabbing my wrist so my fingers pulled out of Andy's tush
with a pop, then lubed her nozzle with Vicks and thrust it roughly home.
"Owwww--you weren't kidding about that revenge buzz, were you? Now how
am I supposed to even compete with Trish and Rima when my asshole's
already on fire?" She squirmed her petite asscheeks, swaying them
lasciviously as if the sight would break Karen's resolve. After a few
more minutes of squirming, during which two quarts or so of the steaming
water had drained into her innards, her asscheeks shook like jelly in
what looked like the granddaddy of all anal orgasms, so Karen and I
helped her to her feet and positioned her next to Rima and Trish in the
tub. After a quick inventory of the pitchers (six in all, filled to
their capacity of three quarts apiece), we left the bathroom to fetch
three oversized vibrating buttplugs from Trish's master bedroom.
"We've got a little surprise for you, girls," Karen announced on our
return. "Trish, how much water do you think you can hold for an extended
period of time?"
"I don't know--probably about three gallons right now, since you folks
cleaned me out so thoroughly earlier this evening."
"And you, Rima?" Karen tapped her right foot impatiently while she
waited for an answer.
"I've been putting on some weight lately, so I'm sure my colon can
stretch to hold three gallons, too."
"Andrea?" She had to repeat herself because the petite redhead was in a
world of her own, writhing in orgasm after orgasm, since her lower body
weight meant that she'd absorbed the aphrodisiac formula more quickly
than Trish and Rima. "How much, Andy baby?"
"Oh, at least three gallons, if not more." Her ass churned with passion
as she diddled her clit busily, so Karen nodded to me to start refilling
her bag first. I got five of the six quarts in, waited for a few
minutes, and poured in the rest. Meanwhile, Karen was topping off
Trish's bag, and we met to pour the last two pitchers into Rima's bag.
By this time, all three women were writhing sensually to the internal
rhythms of their individual arousal; I stood with my arm draped loosely
around Karen's waist, squeezing her right buttock as we watched the
show. "Here's the game plan," she announced, as we watched the bags
flatten out high above the three women's heads. "We're going to seal
these loads off with vibrating buttplugs so you can do a three-way
sixty-nine while Paul fucks my ass. Is everybody ready?"
"How long do we keep the buttplugs in?" Rima asked suspiciously.
"Oh, at least for an hour," Karen answered. "I want you gals to be fresh
as daisies in your back doors once you get rid of your loads." She led
me on a circuit of the three bloated women, first pulling Rima's nozzle
to replace it with a plug; seating it with a pop, she switched on the
vibrator while I helped her into a pair of skintight, crotchless rubber
Next came Trish, who was just starting to shift into orgasmic overdrive
from the aphrodisiac in her system and the heavy load of water in her
belly; she belched as Karen twirled the nozzle out of her bung and
replaced it with the big plug. She too looked nearly pregnant once I'd
snugged the skintight latex panties home on her body.
Andrea, still vibrating to her own internal drummer, gasped and shook in
a chain of continuous orgasms when Karen pulled her nozzle and shoved
the plug home deftly, hiccuping against the fullness in her gut as I
pulled the tight panties up over her hips.
"Now grab a rubber sheet from the closet so you folks can lie down and
take your pleasure with each other," Karen directed, before getting on
her hands and knees in front of me and adding, "lube me up, baby." I
responded by smearing a big blob of K-Y on my right thumb and pushing it
slowly into her plump moon, twirling it around so her sphincter would
loosen up enough to accept my rock-hard dick easily. "That's the way,"
she moaned. "Oh--give it to me--now." I dropped the tube of lubricant,
seized her asscheeks in both hands, and shoved forcefully into her, not
stopping until I was buried to the hilt. "SO GOOD!" she shrieked,
humping back against me to encourage my movement in and out of her
lustful ass. I began to hump faster and harder in and out of her plump
rear, revelling in the delicious tightness of her nether eye.
"God, Karen, you've got the sweetest ass I've ever fucked. I can't
remember when my dick has felt this hard--or this big. When I come, I'm
going to shoot my jizz so hard and so far you'll be able to taste it in
the back of your throat." I slammed forcefully in and out of her ass,
grippng her cheeks savagely as if to rip them apart; she responded with
obscene grunts, slamming her ass harder and harder back against my
crotch, to the point that I was certain I'd show the bruises on my
pelvic area for a week.
"This is the best fucking I've ever had," she exclaimed. "Your dick
feels so big inside me that I'm sure I've died and gone to heaven. Don't
stop fucking me, whatever you do. But play with my tits now, okay?" She
humped back at me with even more force, as if to encourage me to savage
her breasts in the same way I was savaging her ass. I responded by
mauling the luscious plumpness of her boobs, squeezing them hard and
twisting the nipples until they became rock-hard points. I could tell by
the rising pitch of her gasping that she liked the way I was manhandling
her boobies, so I squeezed them even harder, pulling on her nipples with
a force that threatened to rip them from her breasts. "I like it when
you get a little rough with me--it fires my blood and makes me feel
alive. Now fuck me even harder so we can both come."
I sank my dick faster and faster into her lush behind, marvelling at the
heat and tightness of that dark back passage, until I began to gasp out
my passion, slamming in and out of her so forcefully I was sure I'd
rupture her colon before I was through. She humped back at me so hard I
was sure my schlong would be pulled out by the roots, until her voice
became a high-pitched whine, then a desperate scream,
"CUMMMMMMIIIINNNNNGGGGGGGG! OHGAWD OHGAWD OHGAWD UH UH UH" and lunged
back at me as I felt my semen begin to rise, making its long, sweet,
searing journey from the base of my belly through my swollen testes and
out the head of my rock hard penis, shooting deep into the clenching
reaches of her bowels while I kept slamming my dick in and out of her
ass with all the force I could muster. Finally, spent, I collapsed
against her plump tush as she slid forward onto the floor, sprawling
there below me like some obscene fucked-out doll as I kept my
slowly-detumescing penis inside her ravaged asshole. "Don't pull out,
baby. I want you to pee inside my guts when you're ready to let fly."
Finally catching my breath, I felt the pressure begin in my bladder, and
eventually the burning urine travelled through my urethra and out into
the warmth of her back passage, filling her with my brine as I revelled
again in her delicious tightness. I began rubbing her sides and what I
could reach of her breasts as we lay there in our perverse afterglow,
until finally, she grunted and inquired, "Can you help me get to the
john? I don't want to let your piss out all over the floor?"
"Sure thing, darling." I moved back as my dick pulled out of her with a
plopping sound, then brought my hands to her rear to squeeze her cheeks
tightly together as she rose in front of me. I followed her as a rear
guard as she limped to the toilet, not taking my hands off her ass until
she was safely seated and began a farting, thundering release of the
brine I'd scalded her guts with a few minutes earlier. Considerable
farting accompanied this action, and I felt my dick rise in response;
"God, the sound of the gas I pumped into your butt is making me horny
again. Can we do this again when you're done shitting?"
"Oh yeah," she crooned enthusiastically. "But first I want you to flush
me out with a hot enema, then give me a smaller one that I can hold
while you're fucking me." She looked at me lustfully as a shiver ran
through her body.
"Isn't that kind of dangerous, to retain an enema with a dick up your
ass?" The thought did intrigue me, however, and I could feel my peter
weeping precum at the thought of plunging into her rear filled with warm
"Only if you get carried away, or try to fill the colon too full." She
grunted again, uttering more of those urgent farts that made my erection
throb at the sound. "Look at Trish and Rima and Andy," she indicated.
"It looks like Rima's family formula has done them in." I stared at the
three of them lying asleep with their mouths still at each other's
crotches, bellies still bulging with the enemas they retained.
"Should we wake `em up for our show? They'll be really sick and achey if
we let them sleep too long with three gallons of water apiece locked
inside their tums."
"Naw--let `em rest. Nature will wake them up when the retention cramps
get too intense. Now come on and run a tummy wash for me--I can't wait
to feel your dick inside my ass again." She rubbed her stomach, adding,
"It feels so empty, and I don't want to feel empty again until after I
give birth." She rose to wipe herself as I began running water to the
proper temperature, directing, "FIll one of the six-quart bags, add some
salt and the aphrodisiac compound, okay?" She disappeared for a few
moments while I completed this chore.
When she returned, she was carrying a two-quart douche bulb with a fat
tip shaped very much like a butt plug. "Once you get my water started on
its invasion of my bowels," she declared, "I'm going to stuff this up
your ass and squeeze it all into you at once, complete with more of
Rima's aphrodisiac powder. Then you'll really be ready to fuck me in the
ass again." Her voice was a shiver of lust as she informed me of her
plans, and I reached to her midsection, trailing my hand down her gently
curved belly to slide two fingers into her superheated cunt. "Oh, Gawd,
I'm so hot just thinking about how we're going to get off." I plunged my
fingers deeper inside her, hooking them toward the back of her vaginal
walls in an attempt to find her Graffenberg spot, causing her to moan in
an unexpected climax. "So good--I haven't had a G-spot orgasm for a
Her ragged breathing soon gave way to uninhibited panting as I brought
her to three more orgasms before removing my fingers, only to thrust
them up her hungry anus. Pumping them in and out, I watched her eyes
glaze over as she came again. "Enough already," she protested, pulling
my hand away from her ass and bringing my fingers up to her mouth to
suck her slimy secretions off them. "Mmm--it tastes like my pussy and my
butt all mingled together. Sexy." Bending over in the tub, she directed,
"Stick the nozzle all the way inside me and let `er rip," so I took her
at her word, hanging the bag as high as I could get it before opening
the clamp to release the near-scalding water into her greedy asshole. I
began a gentle massage of her expanding middle as the water forced its
way in, increasing my pressure as I watched her tummy start to bulge
Finally, I noted that the bag was empty, and I closed the clamp before
sitting on the edge of the tub so that my own anus was exposed to her
ministrations. "Come take my ass with that douche bulb," I begged. I
heard her get up, hiccupping from the fullness in her colon, and then
felt the huge tip of the nozzle entering my rear, followed by a quick
burst as she squeezed the entire two quarts into me all at once. My dick
was rock-hard within minutes, testament to the aphrodisiac powder mixed
into the water. Kneeling in the tub facing her, I took her into my arms
for a deep soul kiss, the nozzles of both instruments still dangling
from our behinds. "I love you so much, Karen," I crooned. "You are so
"Do you really think so, hon? You're not just saying that because I'm
carrying your baby? I always thought I was a big fat cow." She delivered
this last remark with her eyes downcast, a tear sliding down her
"Oh no, babe. I find the soft, lush lines of your body a major turnon.
You're not a cow--you're a love goddess." I hugged her hard, pressing my
bursting erection against her inflated belly. "My sexual aesthetic is
more like a Hispanic male's, I guess--I really dig the feel of a woman's
soft, opulent flesh next to my body." I cupped the cheeks of her ass
with my hands, remarking, "Such a marvelously soft, wide, squeezable
ass, and it feels so good slamming against me when I fuck it." I brought
my hands up to caress her swollen middle, observing, "And a warm,
fecund, ultra- feminine belly, a sweet pudding that invites my
delectation," then cupped her breasts with both hands, "and mammaries
that cry out to be squeezed and fondled." I drew her into a bone-
crushing hug, ending my testimonial, "Yours is a female body that won't
break when I hug you hard, a solid, substantial refuge for my feral
lusts and my fragile heart. I love every inch of you, so don't be
developing an eating disorder or deciding you want to be thin as a
model, because that would turn me right off." I returned my hands to the
ivory pillows of her ass, squeezing and separating the globes as our
mutual arousal grew.
"Let's release our purges so you can run a couple of quarts up me with
the douche nozzle; I'm craving your dick up my ass way bad."
"You go first," I offered, taking her hand to lead her to the john. I
squatted in front of her after pulling her nozzle and settling her on
the seat. Pressing hard into her belly, I felt my erection throbbing
even harder as rumblings and farts emanated from her bowels. I looked up
to see that she had a beatific smile on her face. "Feels really good to
let it go, doesn't it?" I asked.
"You can't imagine--I keep having these mini-orgasms as the water shoots
from my rear." Wrapping me in a warm hug, she added, "You're about to
get into something so deliciously kinky, so nasty, when you fuck my ass
with a bellyful of water inside me. God, I shiver just thinking about
how good it's going to be." She pushed my hands away momentarily,
pressing hard into her swollen middle to hasten her evacuation.
"Have you ever had other guys fuck you up the ass while you were holding
an enema deep inside you?" I revealed my voyeurism by that remark, and
she stared at me with deep lust in her eyes.
"Only one, but that was a disaster because I hadn't cleansed myself
adequately before I tried it. We got watery shit all over the bed, made
a trail of it enroute to the bathroom, and I never saw that guy again.
It's too bad, in a way, because he was really sweet. But he was a lot
younger than you, much less worldly, and he just didn't understand." She
fell silent, concentrating on voiding the rest of the solution from her
bowels, still pressing hard into her midsection to hasten the process.
Finally, she announced, "I'm done--it's your turn. Unless . . . " her
voice trailed off.
"Unless you want me to lock that inside you with an inflatable plug, so
we're both super-hot when I have you do this really nasty activity with
me." Her eyes implored me--in answer I just kissed her. She directed me
to bend over in the tub and skipped away to fetch said retention device,
returned momentarily, slid the douche tip from my ass, and inserted the
plug, pumping it to maximum inflation so I could relax with the pool of
water sloshing in my guts. She filled the douche bulb at the sink
(Trish's bathroom sink was set up like a medical deep sink, with a
special gooseneck faucet to which bidet, douche, and enema lines could
be attached), rinsed the tip and relubed it, and came over to the tub
and turned so I could watch her squirt the liquid into her bowels. "It
feels so good squirting into me this way--I know a lot of guys have
gotten freaked out because they figure I'm defying gravity and asking
for trouble by doing this in a standing position, but it only makes me
hot." She eased the oversized tip out of her rear, smeared another glob
of K-Y on the star of her sphincter, and bent over in front of me. "Now
shove your dick up my randy asshole," she ordered. "I want to feel the
fullness and pressure like I haven't felt it for several years."
"Like back in the days when you first earned your `Lavage Queen'
soubriquet?" I quipped.
"Exactly. Come fill my nasty backhole with your steelhard love." She
wiggled her wide ass in front of me, setting off a flame of desire in my
loins. I eased my erection slowly into her behind, marvelling at the
moist heat inside.
"God it feels good, Karen. That warm water just caresses my dick like a
perfect bath." I began sliding in and out of her, building in momentum
and force as she began gasping and crying out sharply, then screaming my
name over and over. I was just about to come when Rima hobbled over to
the toilet, eased the buttplug nozzle from her ass, and began to pass
her twelve quarts with ominous farts and rumblings emanating from her
She looked amusedly over at us, and inquired, "Did you folks help
yourselves to more of my special powder?" She pressed hard into her
inflated belly as she looked at us intently.
"I hope it was all right," Karen grunted, then asked me, "are you ready
to come yet, baby?"
"Oh yeah--I can't believe how good this feels."
"Let it go, sugar. Fill me with your cum, and stay inside me so you can
piss in my colon, too."
"You Westerners think you invented kinky sex, don't you?" Rima observed,
grunting as the water shooting from her behind slowed to a trickle. "Do
you suppose I should wake Trish and Andy so they can release, too? Big
orgy plans today; you two are invited, unless you want to spend some
time by yourselves."
Turning her head to face me, Karen said, "Let's talk about it after
we're done with this activity, okay, hon?"
I just grunted, humping harder and faster until I screamed, "I'm
coming!" and jetted my seed into the clenching reaches of her bowels,
hearing her own moans and yells within a half-second after my own
exclamation of joy.
By this time, Rima was wiping herself, and she crossed the room to where
Trish and Andy still lay entwined. Slapping each of them sharply on the
ass, she shouted, "Wake up and empty, girls. We've got a lot of
preparation to do for that orgy we're invited to."
I relaxed, still connected to Karen, felt a burning in my bladder, and
emptied my urine into her stuffed belly as I stroked her flanks.
Karen and I were just about to take our turns on the toilet seat so
recently vacated by Rima when Trish plopped herself down as she pulled
her plug out, called a groggy "Morning, lovebirds," and farted loudly as
she began passing the twelve quarts of water locked in her belly for
several hours. I looked at Karen: "The tub?"
"Yeah--I can't hold this any longer, especially not with your pee
agitating the water and cum inside my bowels." She plumped her ass on
the inside of the tub, seated on the rim with her legs on the tile
floor, and I followed suit, sitting beside her. She deflated the plug
and eased it out of my ass, I goosed her butt, and we both let go,
rubbing our bellies as the water shot out of us.
"I hope you perverts are planning to scrub my tub after that nasty
show," Tricia intoned with mock severity, her hand straying to her pubic
mound to fiddle with her clit as she continued to release the huge load
that had increased her abdominal girth by a foot. We sat with our arms
around each other as the last trickles of water left our rears, then got
up and wiped each other before getting on hands and knees to scrub and
rinse the tub. By the time it was spotless, Trish was finished, and she
joined us while Andy sat on the pot grunting to get rid of her heavy
load. "Ready for a shower?" she inquired.
"Yeah--I guess we all need to get clean, don't we?" I remarked. "I hope
Karen and I didn't make too much noise while you fools were passed out
from your wet daisy chain."
"Just enough to make me crave a dick up my ass again," Trish said in a
shivery voice. "Do you mind if I borrow Paul's cock for some friendly
sodomy while we're taking our group shower?"
"Not at all, sweet sistah, because I'm going to have him eat my asshole
while he's fucking yours." She farted loudly, giggling because her anus
craved loving so much.
"Hope Andy and Rima don't feel left out," Trish commented.
"Don't worry about us," Andy called from the can. "Rima's getting one of
our favorite toys from the car--a double-headed dildo twenty-two inches
long and three inches thick. Once we're both nice and clean, we're going
to bump our butts together in the shower while you three are doing your
wild kinky thang." She forced the last of the purge from her rear, rose,
wiped carefully, closed the lid and flushed, then came over to join us
with a bright smile on her face, just as Rima loped in with the awesome
toy intended for their mutual anal delectation.
"What a rectum-wrecker," Karen commented. "Looks to me like you two will
have to put tampons or buttplugs in after you get done with that; it'll
probably churn loose more shit before you get dressed to go out and pick
up party favors for the orgy." She shivered slightly as Trish turned on
the shower taps to begin running steamy water. "How'd you like one end
of that thing in your ass, Paul(a)? Think you could handle it?"
"Only if the other end was up your butt, sweet lady." I wormed a finger
up her bung, causing her to gasp in arousal.
"The kitchen clock read eight-thirty when I came back in from the car.
We've got a lot to do, so we'd better hurry up if we're going to make
the orgy by two p.m.," Rima noted.
After we were all in the shower and had begun to lather each other and
scrub one another's hair with shampoo, Karen kissed Rima on the lips,
then said, "Tell us about this orgy we're all invited to. Like, who's
gonna be there? And what kind of play are they into? Also, what about
etiquette?" She rinsed off quickly, taking special care to make sure her
cunt and asshole were squeaky clean, then ceding her place under the
spray to Tricia, who was anxious to feel my blood- engorged woodie in
her tight asshole.
"Nursing students and a few faculty, a number of psych people who know
Trish, and a few really cool, gentle guys from this biker club composed
almost entirely of local poets. A lot of the action will be similar to
what the five of us do, although some of the people are also into golden
showers and fisting. The usual etiquette: cleanliness, bring snacks and
your choice of booze or other goodies, no jumping into a scene without
permission, that sort of thing."
"Tell me," Karen inquired, "is that dyke professor who stalked me likely
to be there?"
"She might be, but I was told recently that she'd spent several months
in a psych ward because the faculty senate ordered her into therapy
after a number of sexual harrassment complaints from other nursing
students. So she might just have a different attitude now."
Karen looked at her dubiously, turned to me, and rolled her eyes: "It's
pretty damned hard for a leopard to change her spots, I'd say." Turning
back to Rima, she answered, "I'll tell you what--let me think on it
while Paul and I help you three get ready, then we can decide just
before you folks are about to go pick up supplies." She got on her knees
to suck me into a firmer erection as Trish bent over in front of me,
lubing her sphincter with liquid soap. Within minutes I was pumping
lustfully in and out of the brunette's behind while snaking my tongue in
and out of Karen's rear. "Baby, you eat my ass so good," Karen grunted
lustfully. "I'm almost sort of jealous of Trish because she has your
dick buried in her ass, and mine has to settle for your tongue--for
right now, anyway."
"It makes me wish I had two dicks, mounted side-by-side, so I could
buttfuck both of you at the same time," I commented wryly.
"Now there's a genetic engineering project that few horny women would
question," Rima giggled. "Seems to me like my ancestors once had a line
on something like that."
"The hell," Andrea grunted, feeling her end of the double dong pushing
deep into her bowels. "To hear you talk, Rima, your ancestors invented
every sexual nuance around."
"Oh yeah?" the Eurasian beauty retorted. "Take that!" and shoved
especially hard so the dildo penetrated the redheaded pixie even deeper.
"Cumming!" Andy gasped. "I'll probably bleed from my ass later, but it's
worth it for the intensity of the sensation." She bucked back at Rima,
bumping hard into her ass.
"Baby eats my ass so good," Karen moaned; I could see that she had a
hand between her legs, her fingers busily working to get herself off.
Trish, meanwhile, was grunting with pleasure as my engorged dick plumbed
her tight asshole.
"I'm gonna cumm!" she shouted, humping harder against my belly. I
couldn't take much more of her tight back passage, and I buried my
woodie to the hilt at her shriek of ecstasy, delivering several hot
squirts deep into her bowels. As Tricia began to recover her breath, she
ran her hands up Karen's thighs to stimulate her to orgasm, touching the
blond woman's hands that were busy in her box. "Karen, hon, is it all
right if Paul(a) pisses into my colon?"
"Oh, yeah. Paul, do it--give this slut a good strong piss enema,
whenever you're ready." I grunted, feeling the postorgasmic pressure in
my bladder, and began to deliver the yellow load into Trish's greedy
fundament, not stopping until I was drained, simultaneously hearing her
gasp from another climax brought on by the burning fullness. My urine
spent, my dick began to wither, sliding out of her asshole with a plop.
"My turn," Karen said, getting on all fours as Trish clutched her belly
against the burning load she was determined to hold as long as she
could. "Come here, hon," she directed, and took my slimy rod in her
mouth, cleansing it of Tricia's rectal mucous and my spend and urine,
bringing it back to full erection by simultaneously inserting a soapy
finger up my bung. "Fuck my pussy so I can make sure I've got enough of
your cum inside me to make our baby grow strong and healthy." She spread
her cheeks as I inserted my dick into her glistening vagina, humping
back forcefully as she began a lust-crazed pattern of grunting and
Meanwhile, Trish had given up on holding her load of semen and urine any
longer, and she squatted over the shower drain, farting loudly as her
organic purge spattered from her rear. "Sorry, folks; I'd hoped to get
in on the double dong with Andy and Rima, as it would have been fun to
be penetrated by that monster while I had a bellyful of hot piss, but I
just couldn't hold it anymore." After directing the spray to rinse the
nasty ejecta from her rear down the drain, she rose, scrubbed her
backside, and said, "I'm going to dry off, get dressed, and start making
breakfast. Andy and Rima, you might want to finish what you're doing so
you can help me with breakfast and check over the list I made for the
Giggles and whimpers accompanied this announcement, but the redhead and
the dark beauty obediently rinsed off and exited the shower, leaving us
alone. As I continued to slam my dick in and out of Karen's molten cunt,
she asked, "Do you want to attend that orgy, or should we just go over
to my place and feast on each other?" Her gasping reassured me she was
again on the verge of an orgasm, so I reached between her legs to begin
toying with her engorged clitoris. A sharp cry escaped her lips,
reassuring me I'd found the right button.
"I am kind of intrigued about fisting; I've never seen it done except
for the time I saw Caligula on video and watched Malcolm McDowell do a
guy that way with sheep grease. I seem to recall, too, that earlier
Trish was threatening to have Andy fist someone."
"I am a little apprehensive about running into that dyke professor
again," she said with a tremor in her voice. "And besides, I really just
want to enjoy you all to myself this afternoon and evening. It's a
beautiful Saturday in November, we're both caught up on schoolwork,
classes resume on Monday, and we've just declared our love for each
other. I thought it might be fun to take a drive somewhere, maybe even
go hiking, then come back to my place and make hot monkey love all
night." She screamed in a sudden climax, with such intensity that I
found myself jetting my seed deep against the walls of her cervix,
continuing to hump into her until my dick shriveled and popped out.
"Actually, after the homemade orgy here the last day or so, I don't know
if I want to go hang out with strangers, even strangers that you and
Trish and Andy and Rima all seem to know. I think I'd just as soon hang
with you, get outdoors, and have a double or triple or quadruple serving
of that hot monkey love." I drew her into my arms as we stood under the
shower, kissing her with a tenderness and passion I didn't remember
having felt for anyone ever before. "I'm kind of amazed at how things
worked out, Karen. When I decided to call you at the beginning of the
break, I had no idea things might move in this direction. I expected
good sex, lots of kinky, gut-busting enemas, and a relaxing time of
getting high and eating whatever I wanted, but I didn't expect to fall
in love." I kissed her again, tracing the planes of her alabaster face
with my fingertips.
"Any regrets?" She took the initiative on the next kiss, sliding her
hands down my sides with a tenderness that made me ache with love and
"None whatsoever. I remember thinking, when I first moved down here to
start grad school, that if I was really patient with people, and kept my
karma balanced, and treated women as friends first, that I might meet
someone I could really hit it off with." I paused, a lump in my throat,
then went on, "I just never expected it to be with someone as beautiful
and tender and caring as you are, Karen. It's kind of freaking me out."
"I'm kinda freaking out, too, Paul. Maybe sometime soon I'll be able to
open up to you about why Trish and the rest of the gang are so
protective of me. The point is this: I never expected to meet someone as
bright and sensitive as you are, or as perfectly matched to my sexual
tastes. The first time I met you, when Trish brought you back to her
house in feminine clothes, with that tampon up your butt, I was silently
praying that Trish didn't have her hooks into you too deeply, because I
was so instantly attracted to you." A slight sob escaped her throat, so
I hugged her all that much harder, making comforting noises as she shook
in my arms. "I know I sound really insecure, but what is it that so
attracts you to me? I'm not as academically inclined as you are; in
fact, I have to work really hard to keep up my grades. I've always been
a little bit inhibited, too; in high school, they called me the Ice
Queen. In fact, it's been my exposure to Trish and Rima and Andy that
has drawn me out of my shell. I was a real wreck when I met them in our
first semester of nursing school." She sighed as she recalled that first
"I don't want to interrupt, but I think the hot water is running out.
Can we continue as we dry off and get dressed?"
"Of course," she smiled, taking my hand as she shut off the shower taps.
We dried each other tenderly with some of the big fluffy towels Trish
had left in the bathroom for us, then loped through the kitchen, where
the inviting smells of frying bacon, sausage, and eggs greeted us.
"We're heading to Trish's bedroom to get dressed--I hope that's all
"Of course," Trish answered. "I think Andy brought your bag in from the
"How come Andy's making all the trips to the car? It seems like
everyone's treating her as their personal errand girl."
"It's all right," Andy chimed in. "I need the exercise to keep my
girlish figure." She giggled and slapped Karen on the butt as we were
about to leave the kitchen.
"Trust her," Rima joined in. "You haven't seen her eat lately, have you?"
Rima's rear end was the new recipient of a swat from the pixielike
redhead. "I don't eat that much," Andy replied. "But all that enema
action yesterday has stimulated my appetite."
"Yes, and how many pounds of bacon have you already snarfed while Paul
and Karen were finishing up in the shower?" Trish inquired.
"Oops." She fell silent, then said brightly, "Fuck it--sex is hard
work." This time it was her rump that received a swat, from Trish's
greasy spatula. "OOH, that burns. Kinky!" She skipped away to load more
bread in the toaster.
We departed the frivolous scene enroute to Tricia's bedroom. "You know,
hon," I observed, "it's going to be really hard to get dressed in here
with you; I'm afraid I'll attack you before you manage to get a stitch
on." I squeezed her asscheeks lovingly as I said this.
"You'll notice that nobody in the kitchen is dressed yet either; they're
all buck naked. Maybe we should just lay out the clothes we want to wear
today, then go back and join them in our birthday suits."
"Good plan." I pulled a t-shirt, undershorts, jeans, and socks from my
tote, watching as Karen selected a really sexy bra with nipple cutouts,
crotchless panties, the tight white shorts and blue top she'd worn when
she'd picked me up a week earlier. Placing our clothes in neat piles on
the bed, we walked back to the kitchen.
"Great outfits," Andy quipped. "It must have taken the two of you hours
to decide what to wear."
"Enough, squirt," Karen replied. "Where's that spatula, Trish?"
"I'm already getting a blister on my butt," Andy whined. "That was mean,
"I'll kiss it and make it better before we leave for the orgy."
"Promises, promises," Andy commented as she set the platter of toast on
the table and came back for the sausage and bacon. "Have you guys
decided about the orgy yet?"
"Yeah, we're gonna pass this time. I want to show Paul this really cool
hiking trail and then lure him back to my house when we're all tired
"Party pooper," Rima intoned. "I was so looking forward to watching
Andrea fist fuck your butts at the orgy."
"Another time, I promise," Karen stated. "Can we help with anything?"
"Grab yourself a mug and some coffee," Tricia directed. "Everything else
is ready." She set the last of the platters of food on the table, poured
herself a cup of coffee, and sat down, waiting for Karen and me to join
her and the others.
We were all ravenous (naturally, after the colon flushings we'd all
endured previously), and as a result there wasn't a scrap of food left
when we got done. Andrea did distinguish herself as a real trencher,
too, putting away so much food that Tricia and Rima started giggling
when she helped herself to her fourth egg and eighth piece of toast.
"Where do you think she puts it all?" Rima asked, highly amused.
"I don't know," Trish replied, "but I think I can understand how such a
petite woman can take a bigger enema than I can. Her innards must be all
stretched out from packing it away like that."
Andy got up, hugged Karen hard, and said, "They're picking on me,
sweetie. Will you make them stop?"
"You know where the spatula is, Andy. This is a battle you'll have to
fight for yourself."
"Fuck--I guess I'll have to get rough with them all right." She pulled a
squeeze container of whipped cream from the fridge and gave Trish and
Rima each a healthy shot in the face.
"Delicious," they replied in unison, as we collapsed in laughter.
After helping them rinse the dishes and put them in the dishwasher, we
left them with felicitations and wishes for good times at the orgy (by
this time we had somehow magically gotten dressed), dragged our stuff
out to Karen's Lincoln, and headed out for our own private explorations,
with promises to call them the following day.
End of Chapter 3
Impregnify (v.t.) is a coinage I used in another title, 'Polymorphously
Perverse, or, Spank You Very Much'. Its etymology is uncertain, but it
means to distend the abdomen, especially in male klismaphiliacs, to a
state resembling that of pregnancy. Because it is used by a specific
male in this context (mainly your author, twisted readers), it has an
added semantic dimension of gender dysphoria and erotic shapeshifting.
It thus summons both visceral and concrete sensory experience, because
the act of distending the abdomen in this manner can also create severe