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"Lean that way," I said as I urged the plug from her rectum, "be ready for the flood."
"Yes," she said, "Oooh; here it comes. Am I standing in the right place?"
And so I would hold her in the right place, with her legs wide apart and the content of her bowels flooded out into the funnel and joining the earlier offerings in the big plastic tub. Then she would do the same for me.
"Don't push," she would say each time, "I want to control the plug and the flow. Slow. Slow."
I would try to hold everything in place until the Doc Johnson popped out and then let go the torrent from my colon.
We've been so excited. Any escape of odours has gone un-noticed. Slowly, we've been filling the plastic drum and quickly screwed the stopper back into place. The more we've eaten, the greater the quantity in the drum.
After each bowel-emptying session, we've replaced our butt-plugs, showered and gone straight into the bedroom. And Dixie has gone straight into her tightest corset. And she's stayed in it for the rest of the night; until the next time we ate something. She's pulled and levered her waist to its smallest ever measurement and I've held onto that waist as I've shagged her into unconsciousness and until I was exhausted. We've never known such unrestrained passion and physicality. All because of her corsetry and the knowledge of what was coming in a few hours time.
*****Now it's today*****
For just yesterday and today, we also peed into the tub; just to make sure it wasn't getting settled or solid. I guess we peed 4 litres into it this past 24 hours.
And now the tub is installed in its frame above the pool. I guess there'll be 3 gallons of semi-solid waste and another gallon of urine; say 18 litres in total. It's cold and it's marbled in appearance; layers of different colours but all unmistakable dung, poop, ordure, excrement, crap, shit and pee. As I lifted it earlier, and turned it over into its frame, it all got nicely mixed.
We're both empty, except for our butt-plugs, and Dixie is tight in the second-best corset. Her waist is amazing; I think I could hold her in my fingers so it must be only 18 or 19 inches round. I lead her to the pool-bed and help her lie down. She needs that help when she's laced this tightly. She has a pillow under her shoulders and a bigger one behind her head, so she's very comfortable in a reclining position. My erection is growing.
"Lie back and open wide," I say, and she opens her legs as wide as the corset will allow.
I reach to the side and find one of the narrower pipes from the tap on the big pipe to the raised tub. I can tell by the feel of it that it's hers. It has a drilled 2? inch sphere on the end, with the thinner pipe running through it. I spent hours drilling that silicone sphere and gluing the pipe into it. So first I slowly pull out the plug that's in her, helped by the pressure in her abdomen from the corset.
Then I offer the pipe-ball against her anus. A gently push and I can see that it will go, with some urging from me and relaxation on her part.
"Breathe deep," I say softly, "push a little, open up and take this in. OK?"
"Mmm," she mumbles, "but what are you doing with all that stuff up there?" She indicated with her chin the filled container 8 feet above us. Her hands are down by her hips, holding herself against my pressing.
"Close your eyes, dear," I say, "and let's put this into you first. Then I'll explain."
"Mmm. OK," she agrees. Her eyes close and she pressed down with her rectum so that the sphere slowly passes through the outer sphincter, and settles inside her, behind the second sphincter. She relaxes and smiles gently to herself.
My erection is pulsing and almost painful.
"Now it's my turn," I say to her, reaching behind me for my own pipe-ball; mine's 3 inches across.
I take hold of the flange on my own butt-plug and let it push itself out with my gently pulling. It pops out and immediately I press the pipe-ball in its place. They are the same size, and it settles into me where the other had been. I can feel it stretching my bowel up behind the second sphincter -- a feeling I've come to enjoy and seek out whenever possible. This reminds me of a young woman I once knew who said, "I want to get to the stage where I can't use the toilet normally any more. I want to be opened so wide that the plug is a absolutely necessity. And then we can wash me out each evening with a water jet." Well, I know that desire although I've not attained it myself.
Now we're both connected up to the big plastic container. I lean forward and enter her with my erection. She swivels her hips a little so that I can get into her with no hands to guide me -- a trick we've developed over the past 2 years.
I start moving in her and she relaxes back to feel me pressing in her and against the big ball-plug in her rectum. She is so wet with her own excitement and I think tight corsets always do that to her. Her eyes are closed.
While I'm shagging slowly and deliberately into her, I reach round and open the tap on the end of the big pipe coming from the plastic tub. Two things happen. First, the air in all the pipes ascends towards the big tub. Second, the contents start to descend towards Dixie and me. For some seconds, there is no sensation but then I feel it cool inside me as it starts to trickle into my rectum.
"What's that?" she asks and her eyes are wide open.
"We're taking some back from up there," I explain, "just relax and see how it feels."
"I can feel it. It's cold. But I can't take all that," she begins to look startled, "I'll soon be full. You will stop it from coming, won't you?"
"You won't take much," I explain, "you'll see. And I'll take much more than you anyway."
Actually, I know that the 8-foot height of the fluid would fill her against the pressure of the corset and could do real injury if I don't keep an eye on the signs. Putting it crudely, that much pressure could burst right through her bowels and fill all the space in her torso with liquid shit. It could turn her into a sewage tank. And the corset would have the effect of raising the pressure in her intestines. But she doesn't need to know all that; I will be careful to get pleasure from this; not problems and certainly not dangerous.
By this stage, I am feeling very full but I keep on shagging this shapely woman. My erection is going wild but I want to wait before I shoot my load into her. My colon is standing out against my lower ribs. The coils of my small intestine are visible under my skin. I am being blown up like a big human balloon. Dixie raises her hand and presses on my abdomen, from my ribs down towards my groin. Even that slight pressure raises a discomfort in my and I take in an involuntary breath.
"You're very full," she says, "look at you. You'll burst."
And then she thinks about herself. "I'm very full now. It's pressing on me all over. I can't breathe properly. I have to stop. Please stop now. Mt corset is so tight."
"I know your corset's tight. You look amazing." And I kneel up between her legs, with my belly swelling out in front of me, and hold her waist in my two hands while I continue shagging. My climax is coming but I was holding it back.
"Is your corset feeling tight?" I ask.
"Yes, do something," she wails, "Ooooh, oooh, aargh, AAARGH. Stop it now."
"Let's release the corset pressure," I suggest.
"Yes," and she reaches to the bow that I'd tied at the front of the corset. Little does she realise what would happen as she unties it.
She pulls on the bow and it flies open. Then the laces begin to snake round her waist as the corset expands under the internal pressure of the liquid shit she's receiving. Within a few seconds the corset has opened at the back, under her body, and the shit begins to move further up into her. Now she becomes truly agitated. She's getting hysterical.
"Wait, I'm full. I'm bulging. Stop it; I'm bursting." And she starts gulping as the shit reaches up under her ribs and the bulging intestines puts pressure on her stomach and her lungs.
Her waist is expanding before my eyes. Her breast are rising and falling with the exertion of her breathing. She's bucking back and forth as her throat gulps for air. And her stomach rebels at the unaccustomed pressure
from inside. She's lifting herself off the floor of the pool and then flopping back as her body fills with the shit now that the resistance of the corset is removed.
My erection is as strong as ever and I keep up the shagging. I can feel the rising pressure inside her as well as the hard sphere that's holding back the flood of liquid excrement that transforms her.
In five minutes, she's been distorted from the curvy, fashion-model figure of a siren into a swelling, bulging and twisted bag of shit. I can feel the liquid in her rectum as I shag into her womb. She's holding her waist and her stomach, and moving her hands up and down to contain the swelling flood within her. In a few minutes she's changed from holding her splendid amazing feminine curves to pressing and gathering her swollen body as if to stop it from exploding under the internal pressure of all that sewage.
My climax is near. I can feel that I'll fill her in a few second. So I hold her waist again. What am I saying? There is no waist any more -- just a bulging floppy bag of manure between her breast and her groin. She is swelling up with the liquid dung in her intestines. And she is gulping more with eyes staring wildly, and a strange groan-cry in her throat.
"Argh-kkkhhh-ooogghh. HELP ME. Argh-kkkhhh-ooogggggghhhhhh-oooohhaaaagh." Now she's screaming.
I empty myself into her swelling interior; a minuscule amount of my fluids in her womb amidst the floods of manure in her intestines. My final thrust brings a shriek from Dixie.
"Eeeehhhggg-HELP ME-eeeehhgggg."
I pull out from her although I want to stay in there until my erection subsides. Reaching round, I turn off the big tap on the wide pipe from the tank. I also notice that the tank is practically empty. We've taken almost all it contained. I lean forward and speak to her through her screaming and lunging.
"Hold still, it'll all come out of you now." And I reach down to pull out the pipe-ball. It is very firmly fixed into her and I need to lean back to force it to leave her. At the same time, with my other hand, I pull on my own pipe-ball. They come out of us at the same moment.
Can you imagine the deluge of liquid shit that poured out of us into the pool? Over the cotton base-sheet; over our limbs; until I'm kneeling in it and she's lying in it like a brown-green-yellow bath. And now it is steaming gently, having spent half-an-hour in our bowels. The stench is unbelievable but we take no notice. Dixie is pressing on her stomach and abdomen to force out all that she can. I stand and let it run down my legs into the pool that's formed around us.
What else is there to tell? We go together over the towel walkway to the shower-bath and clean up each other. I have an industrial suction cleaner in the garage, which soon collects the 6 gallons of dung-and-pee that was inside us. The corset is wrecked but I'll try to clean it. That's why it was her second-best corset; yes?
Then open the windows, turn on the Haze room freshener, get dressed in fresh clothes and plan something to eat. Of course, Dixie goes back into her best corset and she's glad to do it. To regain the figure she lost an hour before under the swelling pressure of so much liquid human excrement. She's relieved to have survived but also strangely excited. She comes to me during the lacing of her corset, and presses her body against me.
"My turn soon," she says and I know that means she wants an orgasm or two -- or more.
She is amazing. Women are.
The End.
Lines Are Crossed at the Beach
We first met Jake and Alex at the gym a few months before we were married. Initially we were just gym friends, but eventually we started to get together on weekends and do stuff – movies, going out to dinner, hitting the clubs, those kinds of things.
We met Brad and Paige shortly after we moved to our new house when they came over and introduced themselves and welcomed us to the neighborhood. They were another young, attractive couple and it wasn't long before the six of us were almost always together on the weekends.
I don't remember who first came up with the idea, but we all loved the thought of renting a cottage and spending a week at the beach together. We all rearrange our work schedules and before you know it our vacation is ready to begin.
The cottage is perfect. It's right on the beach and has three master-type bedrooms, so each couple has their own bath. The views are fantastic and we all will definitely enjoy the Jacuzzi on the deck.
Several days of wonderful weather pass by. We spend it playing in the water and on the sand; there are nights of dancing and drinking at the bars and having a good old time. One morning we wake up to a cloudy, rainy day. We spend part of that afternoon shopping, but the misty rain becomes a steady, driving rain so we retreat to the cottage, looking forward to some cold beers and icy margaritas. We quickly pass over or go through the board games available in the cottage as well as all of the card games we can think of playing.
We are all just lounging around, when Jake starts playing with one of the empty beer bottles; first he pulls off the label, then slides the bottle around on the table. When the bottle falls over, it spins around and winds up pointing at Paige; she giggles and says, "Oh no, who am I supposed to kiss?"
This leads to a conversation recalling all of our younger games of spin-the-bottle and then things take a more serious turn. Alex says, "Well, who wants to play now?"
We decide that maybe spin-the-bottle isn't quite the same exciting concept that it had been when we were teenagers, so someone suggests making things more interesting and play strip spin-the-bottle. Instead of kissing someone, if the bottle points at you, you have to remove an article of clothing. Another voice chimes in that even that is too lame and why not make it that you have to either strip or perform a dare if the bottle winds up on you. Everyone agrees and the room begins to perk up with excitement. We are all ready for the game to begin.
Jake decides that since he has started the whole thing, he is going to spin first. It isn't too long before we are all nearly naked; my wife Laura, is the last of the girls down to two pieces of clothing and all of us guys are down to our underwear. Strangely, no one has asked for a dare rather than stripping, apparently we are all willing to get naked and see what happens.
Laura sends the bottle spinning. We all watch anxiously, realizing that we are about to see parts of one of us that we don't normally see. When the bottle stops on Jake, he good-naturedly shakes his head."Not quite what I was hoping for when this started, but what the hell...," he tells us.
Jake stands up. He turns around, lowers his blue boxers to his feet and kicks them to the corner. All the girls watch, admiring his chiseled body and tight ass. When he turns around, everyone can see that his cock is semi-hard. To be honest, I am happy to see that, because mine is too. I am also happy to see that while his cock seems thicker than mine, I think mineis a bit longer. Sitting back down next to Alex, Jake sends the bottle spinning again.
The bottle slows. We all wait anxiously, some of us are excited, some a little nervous, still getting used to the idea of being naked in front of someone other than a spouse. When the bottle comes to a rest pointing at Paige, we all figure this will be a make it or break it moment. Sure one of the guys is naked, but that's a guy.
Paige though has a surprise for us. She stands up, reaches beneath the long t-shirt she is wearing and pulls down a skimpy thong, steps out of it, twirls it around her finger and tosses it over to join Jake's boxers. As she sits back down, something is muttered about that not being fair, but she just giggles and says, "I guess you've got to wait a little longer boys." With another giggle, she sends the bottle spinning again.
When the bottle stops on Laura, she has to make the easy choice between her lacy black bra or tiny black bikinis. Turning around, she brings her hands up to her chest and unfastens the front clasp of her bra. Sliding the straps from her shoulders, she extends her arms, still facing away from us and lets her bra fall to the floor. Her hands covering her breasts she turns around again. With everyone watching her and encouraging her, she shakes her head with a smile, finally dropping her hands and letting everyone see her f
irm breasts and stiff nipples. Looking around at everyone and enjoying the positive responses, she smiles and sits down, pausing to give the bottle a rap as she does.
Paige is concerned to see the bottle come to a stop pointing at her. "Oh no," she says, realizing that she's about to become the second one naked. "Oh yes," Brad replies, "c'mon baby, you know you've wanted this ever since we started."
With another giggle and a toss of her long red hair, Paige stands up and her hands fall to the hem of her shirt. "Here goes nothing," she says as she pulls the shirt over her head and throws it at Brad. Everyone hungrily takes in her naked body, from her long legs and firm pink-nippled breasts to the surprising revelation that she has a completely shaven pussy.
I feel my cock throb at the sight before me, and looking around it seems that I am not alone in my excitement; Jake's cock has gotten harder, Brad has a nice bulge going in his briefs and Alex's hard nipples are poking through her thin bra. With a little shimmy, Paige leans over to set the bottle spinning before sitting back down.
When the bottle stops on me, I am a little anxious because my cock is pretty hard by now, but rules are rules. Standing up, I turn to Laura, holding my hands out and say, "Would you like to do the honors?" With a smile at me, she nods and rises to her knees.
Running her hands up my legs and over the throbbing tent in my boxers, she grabs the waistband. Pulling out and down, she exposes my hard dick, then lowers my boxers to my ankles where I step out with one foot, then kick them aside with the other. Sitting back down, I look around, happy with the reaction. As I lean forward to spin the bottle, I feel Laura's hand squeezing my thigh and I smile, knowing that she's definitely getting into this.
My spin settles to a stop on Alex, who shrugs, reaches behind herself and slides off her satiny pink bra, revealing the largest breasts of any of the girls, again with very stiff nipples.