Author: AnnaliseLenai

Title: Miss Lenai's Collection

Summary: Follow along with Miss Lenai as she engages
in everything that makes her horny

Keywords: all of my fetishes

Story Details:
Original author: AnnaliseLenai
annaliselenai@gmail.com

Author note: this will be something new for me. This 
will be a stream of stories involving Miss Lenai until
I write no more. Each entry will be short to allow me 
to release more often. There will be an overarching 
story but it won't be a primary focus as the scenes go 
on. Please enjoy. If you haven't guessed from the title,
Miss Lenai is essentially yours truly in fantasized
and fictional form.

Miss Lenai's Collection

-Miss Lenai-

Miss Lenai was a pervert. To consider her anything
else would be extreme ignorance, and to simply use the
word 'pervert' was not sufficient to display the mindset
of said woman. Miss Lenai, age 39, held an office
assistant job by day, but at night her inner self would
shine. It was routine for the brunette to switch
frequently between jobs when individuals discovered her
true self, but it was never difficult to find a new one
with her buxom looks. Miss Lenai had considered just
dropping the job act on multiple occasions, realizing she
didn't really need the money to sustain her interests.
The inner mind and physical traits of the woman was one
of keen and dedicated interest to those who knew just how
important she was. Their desire to collect her knew no
bounds, pushing her from locale to locale. Lenai found it
amusing being hunted in such a way, especially since she
herself knew the reasons behind her pursuit. She had
explored the world allowing her to experience everything
that brought her excitement, everything that brought her
pleasure. Many who witnessed her exploits were stunned
and amazed at what a woman fueled by sexual desire could
do, let alone the feats she accomplished to attain such
desire. Lenai had found endless situations which brought
her to orgasm, however the pursuit never once ended. The
mature 39 year old found herself living in a single
family residence located in the American mid-west where
she went about her life. The office gig paid the bills
however unnecessary as they may be. It was nothing
special by any means, often choosing to work with as
little contact with others as possible. She knew many of
the men in the work area had assaulted her body with
their eyes, running them over all her glorious curves:
her elegantly thick thighs giving the impression she had
worked out consistently (she had not), motherly widened
hips as if she had birthed dozens of children, perfectly
squeezable area of fat that only a goddess woman could
possess, and not to mention her giant tits that appeared
the size of watermelons under her blouses, which each man
assumed was filled with nothing but warm milk. Her attire
was always tight form fitting which bordered on
inappropriate for the workplace, but no one ever called
her out on it. She knew each man that walked by her desk
wanted to bone her but they were never quite courageous
enough to try. She assumed they took her for a stuck up
bitch that wouldn't give them even the time of day. If
only they knew what she had done with her life.

The brunette hair which normally when left wild went
down to her waist but she often wore it in a simple bun
turning left and right as she inspected various papers in
front of her. She had worked this particular job for
nearly 6 months, almost a personal record. Miss Lenai
wondered where her hunters were. She always knew when
they had surfaced, men and women of particular attire
with focus on a particular emblem, a circular patch on
one arm of the suit they adorned. She wondered why they
kept it on every time, clearly they must've known its
visibility would alert her to them. Perhaps there was a
more hidden reason for wearing it constantly. Still, she
had not seen them in months, not since her last
relocation. She was in a slightly more dense area
compared to before and that might've made it more
difficult to find her. It was only a matter of time
before they came calling again, attempt after attempt to
rope her in. Once one of them had encountered her in an
alley at night as she was on her way home from a night of
sexual adventure. She listened to the man, the telltale
arm patch present as always, but just for a moment. They
had called themselves 'The Family.' She knew of course,
but she gave him a listen anyway just for amusement sake.
Every now and then she had released a video of her
extreme sex acts to those involved in the act itself. She
knew the videos were being provided to The Family by
various means, which only increased their effort to
acquire her.

"Miss Lenai," the man said, catching his breath from
running. "Please...We don't understand your need for
running." He ran his hand across his brow. He gazed upon
the magnificent woman in front of him. He wondered if he
was the closest any of them had been. "The Family needs
you. We all need you."

"You seem to be doing fine by yourselves," she
replied. "I've seen your works, and they are quite
interesting to say the least. I know how many members you
have too, and it just keeps growing. What do you need me
for?"

"I don't know the exact details," he answered. "But
I've been told you have knowledge and experience in facts
that are still a mystery to us."

It was clear the man's information was lacking, but
there was a hint of truth behind it. They were after her
experiences to make the Family greater than it was. After
the knowledge only a handful knew about.

"What would you do to get me to join?"

The man was stunned. He hadn't expected such a
response.

"Even if I were to divulge such information, there is
no guarantee of bringing such an event back," she
continued. "I don't know how it works completely, and its
been dormant for many years now."

"I..."

"Take that back to your superiors. Surely, you all
know by now just who I am and what I'm willing to do.
Don't you think if I knew how to open it again I would've
done so by now? Have you considered that if it ever
happens again I'd be ready to explore it with everyone,
to achieve new heights?"

Miss Lenai turned her back to the man and began
walking down the alley. The man knew it was impossible to
take her in. He would have to report her words up the
chain, perhaps it would affect their strategy. He knew.
It wasn't ready yet, and it seemed the key wasn't
either.

-The Shrine-

Katsushika, Tokyo. Japan - 1984

The crowds dispersed, parting down various alleys and
streets to head home for the night after long school and
work days. It was late, typical for the average Japanese
citizen on their travel from work, however the warm
summer air and complete lack of wind made it especially
pleasant. Splitting off in every direction like the roots
of a tree deep underground, the numbers grew smaller and
smaller, scattering about the dense city. One man, near
identical from the next, he is the image of the
'salaryman,' his black bag in hand tight while his head
turned to see the upcoming landmark tucked away behind a
set of concrete steps. The steps were swept clean,
immaculate, which led slightly upwards to a stretch of
walkway where the much commonly seen sight of a Japanese
shrine was visible. The country was covered in such
Shinto shrines, and it appeared like any other. The man
gripped his bag tighter, his knuckles white as he
increased his pace beyond the ceremonious area. His head
turned straight forward he walked through without a
second glance. It was not until 3 blocks later that he
slowed down to his normal speed to get a cool drink from
one of the many vending machines.

This man performed this same act routinely every night
after night except for Sunday, a day in which work was
not required. At home he forbade his wife to visit the
shrine, and encouraged her to tell any others in the
surrounding area, especially those new to the area. The
man had written to the local city office in efforts to
get the shrine shut down repeatedly, but nothing ever
came of his demands. He found it strange despite his
protest how such a place could remain standing. His
responses were identical with each letter, citing the
place as a 'vital place of worship which holds the
country together.' The man scoffed at the replies,
turning to his fellow neighbors, rallying them behind his
cause only for them to receive the same identical
message. The man had given up and vowed to simply stay
away and to make sure none of his family entered. Each
night he passed by he would peek in as he walked, the
steps and walkway were always spotless, devoid of any
leaves, dirt, or debris. It was obvious there was someone
maintaining it to keep it in such condition. He was not
keen on meeting such a person.

The habits of this man were not unique to himself, no,
and it wasn't his word to others that spread his actions.
Many in the city had known of this particular shrine,
passed down from generations. The message was clear:
avoid the shrine, never enter the gates, never give
offering, but especially never to enter the gates. The
emphasis was always placed on the gates in particular,
repeated until the subject had it thoroughly memorized.
It was made very clear to all who heard the advice, never
enter the gates. As time went on the shrine and its
entrance were always kept sparkling clean, and some
wondered if what they heard was mere superstition, mere
folklore passed on via senile old people. Someone had to
have watched over the grounds, someone to light the
torches in the night, someone to protect it, care for it.
Still, they heeded their ancestors words and chose to
stay back, watching from a distance.

Bag clenched, the man made his usual glance. He was
startled at what he saw and paused for a brief moment,
only a moment he said to himself, to take a closer look.
It was true after all, the mysterious caretaker of the
shrine existed. There she stood, sweeping the walkway
just up the steps, her traditional shrine maiden outfit
adorned, the white and red distinct to the specific
function. She wore a white ribbon in her long black hair
which ran down her back. The man gasped when he saw her
face him. She smiled, acknowledging his presence, and
held the broom to the side with one hand and the other on
her hip. Adjusting his glasses, the man could only look
at her chest. The Miko garb was loose, yet the
unmistakable orbs underneath were plainly visible,
bulging the top. To see such a maiden with breasts that
size was a thing of fantasy for many men in Japan but he
knew he couldn't give in to his desires, he knew at all
cost to not enter the gates. After that day the man never
saw the maiden once again. He had categorized it as a
hallucination due to heat stress which was confirmed by
her lack of presence with each passing day.

It was a hot night, much like the one in which his
mind fabricated the maiden, his routine kept him moving
to the vending machine. Behind him was a mother walking
slowly with her child, whom she held hands with. She wore
her usual school uniform and red boxy backpack. It was
not her usual route to home, but the child had asked to
go such a way. The mother had initially refused giving a
variety of irrelevant excuses as to why they shouldn't
venture down the alley.

"Mommy?" The young girl asked as she looked up at her
thin mother. "How come nobody goes in there?"

The mother hesitated in responding, trying to conjure
up yet another reason.

"People...people go to other shrines," she answered.
It wasn't a lie by any means, but didn't go into the
truth either, hoping the daughter would take the response
quickly and easily. The 9 year old was not naive
however.

"It looks just like any other shrine," she continued.
"Every time we come here no one goes in. Do they need
help mommy?"

"No dear, they don't need help. Let's get home Akane.
It's getting late."

The mother and daughter walked onward to their small
home just a few blocks away. As they stepped into their
house the mother vowed to never let her young daughter
pass by the shrine again. The street lights had since
come on, illuminating the spotless roads and walkways
around the shrine. The torches shone bright at each side
of the hall of worship. The night was peaceful and calm,
stars covered the sky and the full moon could be seen
clearly. It was late and the residents of the city had
long since made it to their homes or capsule hotels for
respite. Not for Yuria Setsuko however. Yuria, a 36 year
old former office lady at a publication company. Yuria
had already been at home, a single apartment in a high
rise not far from the shrine. Earlier in the day she had
been terminated for work for making numerous small errors
which ended up costing the company thousands of yen. Due
to politics within the workplace, particularly favoritism
towards other females the senior executives let her go.
She had no intention of sleeping in her tiny abode for
the night.

Like many others, Yuria was well familiar with the
lore of the shrine. Unlike others, she did her research
on the inner details to go beyond the same repeated
instructions by her grandparents. Yuria was always keen
to find out the inner workings of such things and the
stress of her recent job loss had turned her in the
direction of the shrine. It was not easy for her to
collect the information about such a place, opting to
spend her limited vacation hunting down elders and
visiting historical libraries in search of true answers.
She had pieced together the timelines and details
provided to her, trying to piece it together like some
sort of abstract puzzle. She had no way of knowing what
was fabricated and what was accurate. She had found a
common theme that ran through nearly all of the stories
and scriptures she learned of, and when she had
determined that her puzzle was complete she knew the only
way to truly know was to enter the shrine
itself.

Yuria was not out for revenge, sorrow, or pity on this
night. She was out for only one thing: pleasure. She
wanted nothing else than to satisfy her needs, satisfy
herself. The puzzle had illustrated to her the hidden
reason for the shrines existence, and she had hoped the
tales were true if only for them to truly give her what
she craved. A job of 10 years lost, she thought of
nothing but giving herself what she really deserved.
Yuria looked to her right and left down the empty alley
before stepping forward slowly. She paused at the gates,
looking up at it. Forward she could see the walkway and
the torches. No hesitation, she thought. Give in to your
desires. Give in to your lust, her mind told her. Feet
forward, she walked through the gate swiftly. She felt
nothing, not even a tingle of excitement. From all the
warnings given she had expected ninjas to burst forth and
kill her on the spot. Perhaps it wasn't so blatant,
perhaps she had been cursed without her knowledge,
perhaps she would be stricken with illness immediately
upon leaving the shrine.

Forward she went down the impressively clean pathway
and grounds. She approached the area of worship and stood
still, basking in the light of the flames. Behind her the
moon shone brightly down upon the building. She stood
silently, still, listening to the chirping of the
crickets nearby and the occasional spit of the
flame.

"A beautiful night," came a voice from her
side.

Yuria was startled. She turned her head to see the
apparent maiden of the shrine. How did she sneak up on
her so silently?

"Yes," she replied awkwardly. She was surprised at
seeing the maiden, but knew her attendance meant one part
of the puzzle was truthful. Many accounts had mentioned
the mysterious maiden in traditional wear.

"You entered willingly," she said while moving slowly
behind Yuria. She inspected the woman's figure. She was
slightly chubby, but not overweight. Her pencil skirt was
down to her knees but it accentuated her wide hips
nicely. She stepped around to face Yuria. Her chest was
average for the Japanese female, certainly not in
comparison to popular American porn stars.

"Surely," she continued. "You know of this place, and
its history."

"I do," replied Yuria. "Perhaps more than
others."

"Oh?" The maiden responded with a laugh. Her voice was
alluring, yet had a dominant tone to it. Yuria had
glanced a few times at the maiden's apparently huge bosom
beneath the shroud of her outfit and realized the pull
this woman would've had on men. "If that's true, then you
must be here for a reason. Tell me, do you know the last
time I had a visitor walk in such as you did just
now?"

"No, I wouldn't be able to answer that."

"It has been many years," replied the maiden as she
looked around the mostly empty grounds. "Many years. So
many that I can't be certain of the time
myself."

The maiden continued to circle the 36 year old. She
wondered how they would treat her, and if she was even
capable.

"Speak your name," she commanded.

"Yuria Setsuko."

"Yuria...haven't had one of those before. A question
you should be able to answer Yuria, and one that I want
truthfully. What is your reason for coming
here?"

It was a question Yuria knew the answer to. The
obvious reply for any normal person would be to pray and
hope for good fortunes, but strangely Yuria knew there
was no hidden meaning to the maiden's query. She felt
comfortable, enough to answer without
deception.

"The reason I came here..." she started. "Is because
I'm an anal expansion addict."

The maiden began to laugh deeply, covering the grounds
with her bellows.

"And what makes you think I can help you with
that?"

"From what I found out about this shrine, is that you
can grant wishes. I was hoping you would grant mine. I
want to give myself the pleasure my body
craves."

"Down the street," the maiden replied. "Go buy
yourself some nice toys. They can help you with what you
seek."

Yuria paused to consider the statement. Perhaps it
wasn't to be and she had just made a fool of herself. She
thought her next step would be to return to her closet
sized apartment and begin the tiring new job search in
the morning.

"No...I don't believe it," She refused to give up. The
job search couldn't happen so soon.

"The people who tell you of wishes and such
fulfillment are incorrect. I'm sorry Yuria."

The pair stood in silence, crickets surrounding
them.

"You answered me truthfully however, and I know your
passion is something that's deep within you."

"Thank you," replied Yuria courteously. The words
seemed to fall flat for the woman, it was small
consolation knowing she would have to leave empty handed.
Her efforts to learn of the shrines mysteries appeared to
have been for nothing.

"While I can't grant you a wish of the conventional
form, I can give you what you seek," the maiden
continued, her tone shifting to a more serious one. "Just
how far are you willing to go? How far will you go to
satisfy your desires? Those who come to this shrine are
required to commit to their lusts and urges completely.
Once you do so, you can never leave these holy grounds,
your previous life will come to an end and you will
remain here to satisfy not only yourself but ultimately
the purpose of this shrine."

The puzzle had become clearer than ever before, and
the story began to unravel for Yuria. It was at this
moment she realized what the warnings really meant, that
there was truth to the illusion after all.

"I am willing to give up my former life if it means
giving myself what I need." There was no turning back to
a common life for Yuria. The buildup of her desires had
grown to such a high degree over her years it had
consumed her, devoured her.

"And are you willing to push yourself beyond your
limits to sate that need?"

Yuria was not sure exactly what the maiden meant. How
far could one really go?

"Yes..."

"You hesitate."

"I'm sorry."

"Anal pleasure is the focus of this shrine, Yuria.
There's more to this place than you might think, and my
reasoning for checking your suitableness may not be clear
to you. The anus, rectum, and everything within is the
core of this place. Everything around you appears like
any other, but I as the caretaker need to ensure those
who enter are properly trained to handle what is expected
of all would be maidens. You are here to serve the
purpose only, and that should be your primary goal. Do
you understand my words?"

"To serve the purpose? I do this by training my
anus?"

"You understand, excellent. You should also know there
is a deeper element here, in that not only is your anus
trained but the contents within are worshiped heavily.
You must be completely comfortable with that."

Yuria thought to herself. She had an idea of what the
maiden was referring to.

"You're talking about scatology aren't you?"

"Correct. The value of a maiden's feces is equal to
the ability to expand ones anal cavity in this shrine.
All who serve here need to accept such a fact. It is
imperative."

While Yuria had not directly involved herself with
such a fetish, her acts of self anal pleasure had
occasionally presented the waste product accidentally.
She was not disgusted or turned off by it however, and
she simply removed it to continue her exploits.

"I accept this. I am choosing not to return to my
prior life. I, Yuria Setsuko, am asking for you to train
me as a maiden of this shrine!"

The maiden of large bosom grinned widely. It had been
such a long time since a fresh maiden was upon her. She
had grown worried that her own body had become stale in
its use.

"Excellent," she answered. She stepped closer to
Yuria, within arms distance. The 36 year old could smell
the caretaker as she approached. The scent was pleasant,
one that had a sort of fruity tinge but not overpowering.
The head maiden pulled a familiar object from her uniform
and proceeded to bring her hands near Yuria's neck. The
woman had seen such objects before. A thin piece of rope
attached a circular wooden talisman which was placed
around the delicate neck of Yuria. Various inscriptions
were written on the wood, which Yuria knew was of the
shrine and some sort of being she wasn't familiar with.
"Wear this for the next 5 days. You must not remove it
during that time. Once 5 days have elapsed you may remove
it. After, you must wear it at least once per
year."

"Per year?"

"This is very important," she replied. "As a maiden of
this shrine, you commit to leaving your prior life.
Wearing this prevents those who know you to come looking.
It protects you from thoughts of others outside the
shrine. People will forget, and not question your
disappearance."

"Do I wear this outside the shrine as well?"

"You will not be leaving the shrine."

"What? How do we get food, and supplies?"

"Everything is produced within the shrine, there is no
concern about such things."

Yuria looked behind the maiden to see the relatively
small building that included the main hall. She was
confused as to how amenities could be accounted for in
such conditions.

"You will live here with me solely on these grounds.
You will fulfill the shrines purpose as a maiden does.
Each day and night we do so. Over time, you will cease to
need the things of your previous life. Do not worry
Yuria, you will be provided for."

"Everything in there is ready for me?"

"Yes, I have many things prepared for these scenarios
including your uniform and sleeping area. I'm sure you
have many questions about your new life, but for now let
us rest for the night."

The main hall was spotless just like the grounds.
Yuria had figured since it was impossible to leave the
shrine the cleanliness was obvious. The head maiden had
shown her to a sleeping mat inside a small singular room.
It was warm inside, but a small window allowed the cooler
night air to circulate inside. Yuria lay on the mat, with
the talisman around her neck resting on her
chest.

"We will begin training tomorrow," said the maiden.
"Everyone starts at the same point, regardless of any of
your prior...experiences."

"I understand," Yuria replied as she became
comfortable. She tilted her head to look at the busty
woman. "If I'm going to live here, I should at least know
your name."

The maiden turned back to look at the laying woman. It
had been some years since she had spoken her name. They
did not know her by name either, only what she provided
to them. She paused while her gaze fixed on the new
recruit. Had she forgotten? Had it really been so
long?

"Izumi," she replied after a lengthy pause.

"Good night Izumi," replied Yuria happily. Finally,
she felt, finally she would be able to pursue her desires
without any worry of normal life activities.

-Miss Lenai-

Her mind often diverted to the far more interesting
activities she would partake in later in the day, and on
the weekends. Her only friend, Julia, a pharmacy worker,
was well aware of Lenai's deviancy. They had met when
they were 15, and when Lenai had told Julia that she was
going to eat her pussy after school she knew it was going
to be a wild friendship. Despite Lenai's aggressive
lesbian tendency, the pair stuck together through to
their adult lives. Not surprisingly, a relationship of
such strength was only possible with Julia's acceptance
about what Lenai was at heart, which was demonstrated on
numerous occasions when Lenai had needed help with
certain situations. Lenai had loved that Julia never once
questioned what she was doing, never gave her a speech on
morals or ethics, in fact she had multiple times
encouraged more extreme behavior. Lenai quickly began to
wonder who of the 2 actually was the true
pervert.

It was one particular bland day when a man had
approached Lenai at her desk asking for some useless
thing or another when he commented that the attractive
lady reminded him of a school teacher he once had. Like a
spark in her mind, Lenai knew what she wanted to plan
next. Her eyes stared off blankly as she conjured up the
details. She knew which theme she wanted from the start,
all she needed to do next was to organize it. Of course,
she knew Julia would gladly be of assistance. Immediately
after work, Lenai described her idea to Julia.

"It's very creative," Julia answered after hearing
what was on her mind. "There's that small school just
down the street from your house and getting inside
shouldn't be any trouble," she continued.

"When I thought of this," Lenai replied. "It wasn't
the specifics I was concerned about actually but just how
long I'll have to wait for the payoff."

"Just think, the time spent during that will let you
give everyone what they want to see, and after that long
you'll have so much of it there that you won't be able to
contain yourself."

"Oh Julia, you're so right. Can you imagine all of it
there, all ready for me? Julia, just thinking about it
now is making me so horny. We need to find all my
students right away!"

Julia had started with one student of the collection.
She knew exactly where to begin: one of the young boys
who often tried to steal condoms from her work. She
explained the situation to him, with the bonus of
providing him free condoms anytime he wanted if he would
participate and gather more boys like himself. It took
only a week for Julia to report back to Lenai her grand
group of students had been assembled. Using a set of
tools provided from a friend in the area, Lenai allowed
herself entry into the high school close to her home. The
time was set for their first meeting and she knew the
students would show given the circumstances. She found an
empty class that would be perfect for the set and quickly
took to her position at the front desk.

Lenai stood, awaiting her students, her beginning of
her new adventure. She stood tall in her white blouse
which wrapped around her giant melon tits. She had
intentionally not worn a bra underneath which clearly
showed off her thumb sized nipples practically piercing
their way through the fabric. Even her areola, palm width
pink circles pressed into the thin top letting all who
would stand before her take in the sight of the wondrous
breasts. Her blue pencil skirt ran so far up her thighs
that the purple lace of her panties was clearly visible.
The lace continued down her creamy thighs which connected
to her thigh high stockings. Lenai turned her head to see
the first student walk in. He was short, at least a foot
under the 5'8" mature woman. She held out her hand and
directed him to one of the wooden desks in the room.
Lenai watched with excitement as more and more young boys
filtered into the classroom. Each of them were all within
a specific age range, up to 16 years. Lenai knew these
ages would be prime for the boys as their bodies went
through so much change. She also knew their libidos would
be running rampant, driving their primal urges.

Soon the room was full. She scanned the desks with her
eyes and counted 24 young and willing boys.

"Now then," she began. "You all know why you are
here."

She picked up a stack of papers and pencils and began
walking down the rows distributing a sheet and writing
utensil to each boy as if she was really a teacher in the
school. Each boy eyed her figure as she walked slowly
throughout the room, her hips swaying with each step. She
returned to the front of the class just a few steps in
front of the blackboard.

"OK boys. We're going to have some fun. In front of
you is some paper that I want each of you to write what
you want me to do," she said while her hands rested on
her wide hips. "Before you leave tonight I'm going to
give you all a container from my car so you can take
home, but before then make sure you write down every
little thought you might have about what you want to see
from me. I want you all to know that nothing is off
limits. I will do anything, and I mean
anything."

"And we're going to do this for a whole year? You'll
make videos for us for an entire year?"

"That's right," she replied. "For the whole year I'll
do whatever you want."

"And all we have to do is jack off into those
containers?" The same boy asked. He could see the color
of Lenai's face change.

"Yes. I will make your most desired videos, whatever
will bring you orgasm the strongest and hardest so you
can collect your cum for me. After each of your huge
loads you shoot store the container in a freezer and at
the end of the year you will bring all of them back here
for me."

"Holy fuck," answered the boy. "Julia was right about
you."

Lenai simply smiled. The boy Julia started the
recruitment with was a perfect fit.

"Now then, if you would please think of your favorite
sexy ideas and write them down we can begin right
away."

She watched the boys write quickly, glued to their
paper. She knew this was far more interesting than real
school would've been for them and she wondered what
deviancy they had conceived for her. Thinking of their
ideas alone aroused the mature woman but knowing what
would happen after a whole year was even more exciting.
When the boys had signaled they were done she collected
their papers one by one. She escorted them out of the
school into the late night and brought them to her car.
She opened the trunk to reveal boxes and boxes of glass
containers for the boys. She handed one to each and
reminded them of their duty to shoot into them every
night while they watched the videos she made for each of
them.

As the boys dispersed, Lenai made sure she had their
papers before driving home. She continuously thought of
the contents of the papers and what she had gotten
herself into. It drove her mad with passion thinking of
how perverse she was, which only added to her excitement.
The moment she arrived home she quickly brought the stack
of sheets to her office where she prepared to transcribe
the delicious contents into digital form for tracking and
completion. Her pussy was drooling from the drive alone,
but as she read the entries submitted by the students she
quickly found her chair soaking through with her cream.
It was clear Julia had picked a good prime student and
she could tell the others he found to join in were just
as depraved as he was based off their desires. Lenai knew
then she had chosen well with her age range. The hormones
controlling their bodies amplified their arousal states
and feeding them ever extreme pornography throughout the
year would only cause them to become even more aroused
which ultimately led to bigger and creamier loads. She
imagined them all watching her sexual insanity on video
and shooting their huge ropes into the containers for
her. Her fingers twitched at the thought, giving her
pause during entry. When she had finally finished she
quickly read through it one more time and began to note
what would be needed to begin. Julia would definitely
need to be consulted, but her surprising ways of coming
through when needed was going to be an asset in the year
long event.

Her first video was a theme she had seen in her
travels many times over. She was always impressed with
the lengths the performers had gone to satiate such
desires, and now she would find herself among their
ranks. It was a simple setup at first, the cameras having
been setup in her very own room. She wore a tight blue
top that showed off just how large her tits were even
when concealed. She was bottomless, as she needed to be
to pull off the request. The request was blunt. Not much
had been written, taking up only a few lines of the
entire page, but the boy obviously knew what he wanted of
Lenai. Her chair had been rotated so that the back was
pressing into her huge tits. Her arms went over the head
rest and she looked back at the seat. On it sat a 3 inch
wide butt plug which had been heavily lubed up. Lenai had
stocked up on lube for her event as she knew it would be
needed in high quantity.

"Are you ready?" She asked the camera behind her,
which focused in on her wide hips and naked plump
buttocks which hovered just above the black object. "I'm
going to expand my asshole with this huge plug. It's
going to hurt so bad the first time taking my anal
virginity with something sooo big!"

Lenai had lied, she had penetrated her asshole before,
but she played it up for the boy who would inevitably
watch her series of videos. She was completely ready to
go all out for these boys, and was fully aware the
lengths she was willing to take her body for their
pleasure. The boys request was simple without going into
thorough detail, she knew what he really wanted, and when
she pressed her already wet asshole down onto the tip of
the rubber plug she was committing to giving him all that
he wished for.

"I want to see you break your asshole," the note said.
"I want to see you make it really fucking big and take
huge things up there."

The mature woman forced her rear down onto the plug.
She quickly felt the pain of having her ring spread. Even
with the lube it was difficult for Lenai, but she had no
intentions of giving up. She needed to make the videos
for each and every boy so they could provide every drop
of their semen for her. She was prepared to tear her anus
in pursuit of this goal, realizing it would take many
days of training to achieve what the boy needed. Lenai
would chronicle her anal expansion right from the start,
and she wouldn't stop until the plug was inserted to the
base. Her moans flew forth into the camera capturing her
pleasure and pain while she continued to use her weight
to press more of the dildo inside. The pain stung like
many needles collected all around at the same place, but
she persisted.

"Watch this fucking thing force its way into my
rectum!"

Downward she pushed onto the chair until she felt her
ring spread even wider. Her face contorted, which the
camera caught plainly when her rectal cavity finally
opened to accept the dildo.

"Ohhh yes!" She exclaimed at the moment of victory.
She winked to the camera before switching it off. Lenai
left the plug inside herself for the remainder of the
night and throughout the day at work as well in order to
keep herself stretched for future videos in the series.
With Julia's help, Lenai would make mock porn covers for
the boys as well, to help tease them for the actual
videos. Lenai's anal stretching was merely one request
from the set and while anal insertion wasn't nearly as
extreme as things she had seen she was determined to take
it as far as her body would allow. Other requests were
not so vanilla but Lenai took on everything with
eagerness.

-The Shrine-

The night went by quickly, but when Yuria had woken
she had felt extremely energized unlike any morning when
she had a normal job. She had felt amazing, having
started her new life as she stretched her arms long. She
left her small room and out into the grounds where the
hot sun beat down upon her. The cicadas loudly assaulted
the shrine from their treetops. The grounds appeared
empty as usual, and Izumi was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps
she was still sleeping or preparing a meal for the new
maiden. She looked down to see the talisman still on her
chest, which pressed against her office clothes she had
not taken off overnight. She realized she would need to
switch out to the proper wear for such a duty so she
returned to her room where she exchanged the old blouse
and skirt combo for the new red and white Miko uniform.
Back outside she enjoyed the warmth of the sun while she
looked around the area. It was as typical as any other
shrine, nothing indicated it had any sort of special
purpose. The clean concrete walkway showed signs of age
despite the lack of dirt, slight cracks were visible once
carefully inspected. The small gravel around the edges of
the grounds covered it near completely. Looking up, Yuria
could see just how dense the trees were and she was
impressed at how they completely blocked view into and
out of the shrine. Only high up near their tips was the
sun able to shine down upon her.

"Umm...hello?"

Yuria, the former OL turned startled to see a little
girl standing on the first concrete block in the walkway.
She was caught off guard by the young girl, unsure as to
how to approach the situation. She hadn't even officially
started her training and with her knowing more about the
shrine she had considered what would happen in such a
situation. The girl was young, and very short. She had a
pair of light blue shorts on and a simple white top
patterned with various fruits. Her black hair was tied up
into twin tails. She was very cute, but Yuria hesitated
in responding to her. Izumi didn't seem to be around, and
she was not alerted to the girl. Yuria looked around once
more to see if Izumi would rescue her, yet she didn't.
Before she could turn back to the girl it was clear she
hadn't been afraid of the place as she stood mere inches
from Yuria.

"Why doesn't anyone come here?" She asked.

Yuria looked down into the little girls eyes. She felt
herself began to sweat. She had no way of responding to
the question, but she knew the girl had entered of her
own will, as evident that she was by herself. There was
no one on the outside world portion of the gate watching
in, and no one calling out for the girl.

"I'm Akane," she continued. "I never see anyone come
here, and I want to help you out!"

The girl was full of energy. Each time she had walked
past with her mother she looked into the empty shrine,
never to see others inside.

"Look," she held up some papers which had some
colorful drawings of shrine maidens being happy in the
shrine. "I drew these for you! We can put them up on the
gate!"

"Do you want to help this shrine little
girl?"

Yuria turned to see Izumi standing there with her
uniform as impeccable as the night before. Again she had
appeared without a sound next to the girls. She glanced
at Yuria and smiled, pleased that she had put on the new
outfit. Akane turned to the maiden who posed the question
without a blink.

"Yes! I want to help, see these? I drew
these!"

"Your pictures are very nice, but those won't be
enough to help us," answered Izumi.

"How can I help?"

Izumi would be a fool not to throw away such a special
opportunity. They had not had such a young girl in many
many years. She wondered how their biology would change
from the innards of a pre-teen. Without answering the
girl she moved in closer and placed a talisman similar to
the one Yuria had worn. The inscription was the same, but
the material it was made out of was some sort of metal.
Akane stared back up at the 2 maidens. Yuria could see a
blankness wash over the young ones eyes as if she had
forgotten why she was standing before them.

"You can help us by becoming one of the maidens of
this shrine."

"Really?! You want me to become a maiden?"

"Yes, but the only way to join is to serve the shrine
and its purpose."

Izumi bent down next to the 9 year old girl. She
placed her soft hand on the girls cheek, on top of her
small shorts.

"To be a maiden," she said. "You must make this
bigger."

Akane looked back at the hand placed on her
bottom.

"My bum?"

"That's right, but not quite your bum,
this..."

Izumi slid her hand up underneath the opening of the
shorts and pressed her finger to the girls tight
hole.

"We need to make this bigger."

Akane looked back to Yuria standing in front of
her.

"You do this too?"

"Yes," she finally answered. "I make my bum bigger. I
really like it too."

"This will help the shrine? Help the
people?"

"That's right," replied Izumi.

"OK! I want to be a maiden too!"

Yuria was surprised at the girls decision. At such a
young age surely she couldn't know the meaning behind
making 'her bum bigger' yet she answered as if it was
something simple. She clutched the talisman on her chest
and rubbed it with her fingers. Looking down she could
read the shrines name and the kanji next to it presumably
representing the god of the shrine. She was not able to
read the ancient symbol, clearly rare and likely lost to
time. She glanced at Izumi, still pressing her finger
into the child's anus. The head maiden had no inhibition
in exploiting the girl for the shrines need, and the
words she spoke were quite obviously chosen to make it
easier for the young one to understand. The history
behind the shrine grew deeper than before even with all
the research she had done. There were no accounts of
young girls being lost, but perhaps these talismans had
something to do with it. Izumi had mentioned they were
used to block thoughts towards those who entered, and
perhaps they had other abilities that were yet to be
revealed. Akane's acceptance seemed so simple and so
fast, there was no convincing, and no fear shown on the 9
year old face despite the idea of anal expansion. Yuria
had wondered if the talisman given to her was more
powerful than the one she herself wore.

"If you will come inside," Izumi continued. "You can
put on your uniform."

Akane smiled greatly, clearly happy to be accepted by
the shrine. She only wanted to help, and now she would be
given the chance. Yuria watched the pair head into the
shrine to get the new girl dressed. In just a day the
shrine had welcomed 2 new girls and Izumi was extremely
pleased at such an event. Two within such a short time
had never happened in all her years but it wasn't the
most she had trained simultaneously. Yuria remained on
the walkway absorbing the summer heat. She contemplated
her training and how such a young immature girl would be
incorporated. She wondered just how far Izumi would push
her and what she meant by going beyond limits. As she
thought of such perversions she began to feel aroused,
eager to begin. The little girls presence was not a
factor in pursuing her own pleasures.

Yuria waited for a few moments before she witnessed
Izumi and the short Akane appear outside once more, this
time with Akane dressed appropriately.

"Now then, let's begin your training," Izumi said.
"Yuria, please get on your knees and bend
over."

-Miss Lenai-

It took her some time, but she had saved every last
drop of it. Having already prepared her bathroom ahead of
time. The thick bodied woman stripped completely nude,
showing off just how far her protruding nipples went, and
how large and round her areolas were. A small patch of
brown pubic hair was visible as she laid down onto her
back in the slightly hot water. She smiled up at the
camera while her hair sunk underneath. She ran her hands
over her curvaceous figure, pressing her fingers into her
impressively soft skin, teasing the future viewer. Her
large orbs were pressed into and quickly became wet from
the clear water. Lenai's pure squeezable body was fully
exposed. Briefly, Lenai sat up and reached her arms over
the side of the tub only to return back dropping a
handful of plastic bottles into the water. The distinct
yellowish contents explained the theme of the video
within seconds of them floating around. Lenai repeated
the motions collecting more and more unmarked plastic
bottles. A few dozen of them had found themselves warming
up sitting in the bath before Lenai started dropping even
bigger bottles in eventually reaching up to 4 liter
sizes. Her legs were surrounded and part of her
midsection as well. The tint of each bottle was slightly
different, some darker and some faint but it was all hers
to be certain. With a surprisingly feat of flexibility,
Lenai brought herself to rest on the back of her neck.
Surely, it was a strain on her, but she enjoyed the idea
of such a position so much she had to include it for the
boy. Her legs parallel to the base of the tub, she
allowed the camera to catch the full display of her
slightly meaty pink labia. A few seconds passed before
the stream of hot piss flew from her urethra in an arcing
manner. She watched the spray shoot above her briefly
before adjusting herself. A moment later and she closed
her eyes only to feel her own piss land squarely on her
face. The warmth of the liquid splashing against her
closed eyes and mouth brought her excitement and she held
herself in place while her entire bladder emptied down
upon her. The clear content of the water slowly started
to turn yellow as her fresh piss mixed in.

When she was empty she sat up, smiled to the camera
and began standing up all the bottles before her. One by
one she removed the caps on the bottles and tossed them
aside. Carefully, she picked up the smallest 500ml bottle
and slowly tipped it over her legs, crotch and belly. Her
saved piss began pouring out onto her body soaking it in
filth. The smell quickly began to overcome her and
silently she had her first orgasm as she tossed the empty
bottle away. She wasn't done, far from it. The next
bottle was taken and poured over her like it was water
inside. She let it spill over her cunt and tits
completely. The sound of the stored piss emptying the
bottle was clearly heard splashing onto her motherly
figure. She began to grab 2 at once pouring the contents
all over her pale skin. The water had become a deep
yellow and she found herself literally bathing in piss
she had saved for herself in the bottles. She had worked
her way up to the bigger bottles and it was at this point
that she held them up high before simultaneously pouring
2 of them down onto her head. Instantly her visage and
hair were soaked in rotten piss. Her features were
covered in the splashing urine as the bottles slowly
vacated. Repeatedly she grabbed the 2 liter bottles and
performed the same action covering herself in the urine.
After a few sets of these heavy bottles she began to open
her eyes while it splashed onto her quickly straining
them red. Her orgasms overcame her multiple times while
she rained down her saved piss onto herself. The empty
bottles quickly began piling up on the other side of the
tub while inside the yellow liquid level simply rose and
rose submerging more of her soft skin underneath. It
could only come to an end as her last 4L jug was emptied
over her pretty face. Lenai had cum multiple times after
taking in the scent of the piss filling the bathroom and
feeling it cover her skin. She felt the warmth of the
urine surround her body completely before she masturbated
herself to one more climax.

As time went on she had provided videos along with
amateur made covers for the boys. USB media was the best
way to distribute it to her class and she was always
overjoyed to give it to them after they had patiently
waited for each sequential video in their set. Lenai's
pornography film career was in full swing producing
videos nearly every day. She thought of nothing but
handling her students needs at work and their cocks
erupting into the containers she had also given them. She
vividly imagined their ropes flying into it, pooling, and
growing deeper and deeper.

Crouching, Lenai was topless letting her milkers hang
toward to the floor, nearly grazing it. The cameras were
of course in position as she attempted to guide in her
guests for the video. In a warehouse Julia had arranged,
where it would be easier to manage, Lenai brought in her
first 2 helpers for a students video. Using her soft and
silky hands the mature woman began stroking the large
black dogs. In seconds their fully erect deep red cocks
were ready for her and she wasted no time in shoving them
in her mouth at the same time. The veiny members ran the
woman's mouth and throat becoming coated in her saliva.
Lenai was loud in her blowjob ensuring the cameras caught
all the noise and vivid action. She was careful to look
into the cameras during her oral pleasure on the dogs
making sure the boy would see her excitement. The canine
fellation continued deeply and consistently until the
animals erupted down her throat. The impressively hot
semen flew down her esophagus into her stomach. Her
throat gulped with each powerful shot as the beasts
unloaded within.

With a plop, the cocks were released from her oral
grasp.

"I love doggy cum," she said smoothly to the camera.
"I'd love it on my face too."

The next pair of dogs lined up and she laid both down
onto their backs like an expert at dog bestiality. Both
of the big beasts had cocks that approached 10 inches in
length and she rested herself over top of their bellies
as she vacuumed their schlongs with her mouth pussy. She
caressed them lovingly but not without a forceful
approach as only a pervert could perform. Up and down she
went on the entirety of the red beasts taking every last
bit inside. Impressively, she pressed her hands together
against their fat knots before widening her mouth so far
around that she inhaled part of them at once. The taste
of the dog cocks drew her into a sexual frenzy of pure
bestial eroticism that few could match, or even come
close to. Her slurping of the veiny shafts continued
repeatedly and rapidly, until ultimately the dogs burst.
Freeing her supreme dick sucking lips from the animals
she held her face in place as they gave her a dual
simultaneous facial. Huge ropes flew up into the air
before landing down onto her so pretty face, coating it
in fresh hot dog semen.

"I fucking love dog cum!" She screamed as the ropes
continued to fly. "Yes! Yes! I want it all over my face.
Give me all of it!"

The dogs seemed to never stop ejaculating, practically
giving her a 2 dog bukkake. It wasn't enough for the
woman however, as Lenai quickly brought in another pair
where she sucked them off, deepthroating their fuckers
until she received another set of cumshots. The cum stuck
to her face like cream, coating an impressive white. She
stared into the camera smiling. Some of the dog cum began
to drip down her face, but she ran her finger over it to
catch it, and promptly licked it off.

"Animal cum is amazing," she said happily. "I can't
get enough of it."

-The Shrine-

The 36 year old was more than ready to begin her
treatment. Izumi had explained to her that the training
would follow a set progression regardless of what Yuria
may have done to herself in the past. The mature woman
was fully willing to do as Izumi commanded. Doing so, she
presented her rear for both her and Akane to see. Izumi
was quick to fold up the bottom half of the uniform which
revealed the naked bottom. Yuria had a respectable ass
for a Japanese bottom, but it didn't eat at her that it
wasn't more full. Izumi guided little Akane
closer.

"This is what we do," she said. "You will start your
life as a maiden by putting both of your arms inside
her."

Yuria's eyes went wide at the statement. She knew then
she had come to the right place. It didn't matter who was
doing it, the 9 year old or Izumi herself, all she wanted
was for her to sate her anal expansion needs. She had
taken her own fist in her ass before, surely she would be
able to accept the small arms of a child.

"Inside her bum?"

"Yes. We need to make her insides bigger, as big as
she can go. We'll start with your arms OK?"

The little girl looked at her hands. She wanted to
help the shrine, and she would do whatever was needed.
She put her palm to the hairless asshole of Yuria and
pressed into it.

"Not like that," Izumi corrected. "Use your fingers
first." Izumi used her own hands to adjust the position
of Akane's. With ease the pair were able to shift into a
simple anal fisting for Yuria. Promptly, her rectum
inhaled the small girls hand with a plop. Yuria had
enough of her own special training to control any orgasm
she might've had, especially from such a small
object.

"Please, put the other in too!" She cried. Izumi
nodded to the child, urging her to continue. It was only
the beginning for Yuria.

"Do it," Izumi added. "Do the same with your other
hand Akane."

"OK! I can do it!"

The girl was full of energy, ready to help. As before
with a plop her second hand slipped into the soft
rectum.

"It feels squishy!" She laughed.

"That's good," replied Izumi. "It means she can take
much more inside."

"What do I do now?"

"Push them deeper. Push your little hands deeper into
her bum."

The small wrists and forearms of the girl pressed
forward until she buried them up to her elbows. The
grounds were largely empty, but the scene of a 9 year old
girl double fisting the bent over woman was delightfully
obscene for such a place.

"Ohhh yes," Yuria moaned.

"That's good, you made it up to your elbows. Do you
feel anything in there?"

Akane opened and closed her fists inside the warmth of
the anal cavity. Her tips could easily detect clumps
within.

"Poop?"

"Good. I want you to pull it all out OK?"

"Pull the poop out?"

"That's right. Scoop it out with your
hands."

Akane began to collect the chunks of scat within Yuria
with her small hands. There wasn't much inside, but when
she pulled her hands free, leaving Yuria gaping, the shit
resting in her small hands made it look like a large
amount.

"Wonderful!" Izumi exclaimed. She focused on the
semi-soft clumps of scat in Akane's hands. It was like
any normal persons waste, which she would need to change.
Izumi walked around to face the bending Yuria. "Your
first session was well done," she complimented. "I assume
it was simple for you considering your interests
however."

"I want to continue," Yuria replied. "Please..." She
needed more. She was not used to stopping her sessions
until she had cum multiple times.

"Oh no, there is more we as maidens must do here.
Akane."

The girl walked over, hands full of shit.

"Yuria. You must now consume your feces that Akane has
generously pulled from you."

"What?"

"Our training goes beyond simple anal expansion, as I
had explained to you. Our purpose is not only to train
our bowels for stretching and size, but to produce the
tastiest and most impressive shit loads. The first step
in successfully doing this is to eat your own scat to
re-digest it. If you do not do this, you cannot be one of
my maidens."

Yuria looked up to see Akane standing there. The 9
year old had the look of complete innocence on her face,
yet she smiled while holding the waste product in her
tiny hands. The girl was accepting of dual fisting the
woman, and now she presented the shit for her to eat as
if it was a normal practice in life. It seemed for a
moment as the 36 year old looked at her own shit that
perhaps the little girl was more of a maiden then
herself. She knew the only way to continue her pleasures
was to do as Izumi asked. She as a maiden would need to
serve the shrines purpose. Reaching her hand out she
picked up the smallest clump of brown matter and squished
it slightly in her fingers. The scat compressed inward,
mushing it in between her skin. She hesitated a moment
longer while looking up at Izumi. She could tell the head
maiden needed her to do it, needed to obey her.

Inserting her fingers into her mouth, Yuria's face
contorted at the taste of her shit. It was something
completely foreign to her which combined with the taboo
of scatplay made her wretch and squint.

"You will get used to it in time," Izumi continued.
"In fact all my maidens come to love shit play. You will
too."

"Me too?" Akane asked as she watched Yuria pick up
another small piece.

"Do you really want to be a maiden? Even if it means
eating and playing with poop?"

"Yes!"

"Then you will love it as well."

Yuria continued her eating while she listened to Akane
talk of how she wanted to eat poop. Truly, the girl was
more perverse than she thought. As Yuria chomped and
squished the scat in her mouth she thought once more of
the talismans they wore, partly to get her mind off the
awful taste. There was clearly more to them aside from
their protection against the outer world. Akane seemed to
not care or mention her parents, she only wanted to help
the shrine, and her devotion to fetish play was
comparable to someone who was much older and much more
experienced. Had the talisman drawn out the latent
fetishes within the 9 year old or was it being imprinted
onto her, molding her for the shrine?

"That's it Yuria, you're doing well. The taste should
become familiar to you with each bite. Learn to savor it,
learn to crave it, just as you do when you think of anal
stretching."

Yuria picked up piece after piece gradually picking up
her pace for chewing and swallowing. With each swallow
she felt the scat slide down her throat until it added to
the growing clump in her stomach. It was disgusting to
the say the least, but she knew just as she had trained
her asshole, she could train herself to enjoy scatplay as
well. She knew this was the only way to be a proper
maiden.

"Wow she ate it all!"

"Indeed," added Izumi. She was pleased with the first
effort. "Akane..."

The girl looked up to Izumi.

"Your training must begin as well."

Before Izumi could utter another word, the young girl
had anticipated the request and promptly bent over in
front of her.

"Are you going to make my bum big now?"

Izumi's grin went from ear to ear. She knew the 9 year
old would have no experience in anal stretching or scat
play, but there was no reason to hold back on her tiny
body. Izumi had become aroused at the fact she had such
contrast in her new maidens, and she knew they would be
greatly pleased as well. She hadn't even explained to the
new recruits what awaited them underneath the shrine yet
Yuria had already succeeded in swallowing her first scat
load and the talisman was working perfectly on Akane.
Before her was a bent over little girl awaiting her intro
to anal destruction.

"Yuria, you will begin Akane's training."

The 36 year old stood, feeling the air flow into her
emptied gaping anus. She moved around to the back of
Akane and flipped up the bottom half of her
uniform.

"Both hands?"

"You can try, but she's unlikely to take such a
stretch."

With zero lube to assist her, Yuria began to spit into
the tightest hole that she had ever seen. Using her
fingers she began to press them into the well puckered
hole of the girl. Akane began to wince and squeal with
the pushing of such a foreign object into her. The finger
assault continued and with enough prodding Yuria was able
to slip in merely 3 fingers, a far cry from 2 whole
fists.

"There's no way she's opening up past this right now,"
the woman added.

"Hmmm," Izumi replied. She crouched down to face the
little girl, tears running down her cheeks from the pain.
"We can't make your bum bigger, Akane."

"Why-why not?"

"You're too tight and too small. This won't do for a
maiden."

"But..." the tears continued. "I want to be a
maiden!"

"Hmm...I have an idea that I think will work for you.
It will help in making your bum really big. Do you want
to try it?"

"Yes, please let me try!"

Izumi stood up and smiled once more. She knew the
recruits would perform well, and the fun would only
increase as the days went on.

"Come with me," she instructed.

The trio entered the main hall of the
shrine.

"This way," she said as she pointed to a small door.
Akane and Yuria followed into the near closet sized room,
barely allowing all of them to fit. Izumi reached into a
pocket on her uniform and pulled out a small container.
Opening it, she tipped it partially on its side which
produced a few odd looking purple strands, almost like
grass. "Eat these," she said while handing it to
Akane.

The girl picked up each of the blades of purple grass
and chewed on it before swallowing.

"Good. Now, the next part of your training will be a
bit extreme Akane. You will feel lonely, but don't be
worried, we will both be here all the time."

"I can do it," the girl replied happily as she
swallowed the last of the strange grass.

"Excellent. Now please, crawl in through
here."

In the corner of the room was a box on the floor which
was connected to an unmistakable basin at the top. It was
clear the apparatus was used for one purpose only. A
small door was opened on the box, just large enough for
the girl to enter.

"It's dark in here," she said.

"Don't be afraid, we're here. Turn on your back and
place your mouth on the plastic tube just above
you."

The girl did as instructed despite the cramped box.
The door was left open to allow her to stretch her legs
out while inside. Izumi maneuvered her hands inside to
adjust the tubing and to screw it into a mouthpiece that
was attached to Akane's face. Using one of her own keys,
she ensured the tubing mechanism was in place and locked
it into position. With the apparatus attached to Akane's
mouth she would be unable to speak or move from the box.
Izumi stood and pulled out a different container from her
pocket, this time one containing a much darker shade of
purple grass.

"This is for you and me," she said. She handed a set
of blades to Yuria shortly before consuming her own.
Bending down back to Akane she looked at the girl inside
the box and ran her hands gently up her legs. "This will
be your training for now Akane. This will make you a
better maiden for the shrine."

"What is this stuff for?" Yuria asked.

"By consuming this, it will sustain us for many days
without the need for natural food. You were concerned
about such things before, and this is why it's not a
factor for maidens of the shrine."

Izumi looked down at Akane.

"That's only one effect of this herb," she continued.
"The other is that it causes our bodies to produce waste
at an accelerated rate."

Yuria could see what Izumi was planning.

"The ones I gave Akane will allow her body to subsist
similar to ours without the need for nutrients for an
extended period, however her rate of waste production
will be slowed. Her body will store the waste for much
longer than we normally would allowing it to grow inside
her."

Amazing, Yuria thought. This caretaker of the shrine
was well prepared for such training. The herbs she had
used were beyond anything she knew of in the 'real world'
and their effects were well suited for the
shrine.

"I can only assume," she said. "That you intend for us
to use Akane as our toilet?"

Izumi smiled back at Yuria, happy that she knew what
was required as a maiden.

-Miss Lenai-

Legs parted and held near her head, Lenai showed off
her gorgeous plump ass. Bottomless, she faced the camera
in front of her. Her pussy lips appeared as a simple slit
for the boy to watch, giving the appearance the woman had
never once had sex, an oddity for such a
person.

"Are you ready to see my insides?" She
asked.

Grunting, she began to push. With ease, her pink lips
began to spread wider and wider eventually revealing a
round purple object within.

"Ugghhh!" She acted as if it strained her.

More and more of the silicone toy emerged, its width
growing by the second as she pushed. Within not even a
minute the toy had grew to over 3 inches. Its sides were
coated in her pussies creams but still it came out. The
toy had reached its maximum width, but the length was
clearly more impressive. As the time elapsed on the video
the purple object continued its birth from
Lenai.

"Ohhh fuck!"

Lenai's head went back as she continued her dildo
labor. Over a foot of the 3 inch wide fake fuck toy had
been brought into the world and it only continued to grow
the longer it went on.

"It's stretching my fucking womb so much!"

The boy had an interest in birthing and pregnant
women, and what better way to get his interest going than
by literally giving birth to one of her favorite dildos.
She continued to push and the toy continued to worm its
way outside of her. After over a foot of 3 inch wide
dildo was expelled Lenai focused in on the camera and
smiled wide.

"Here it comes!"

With one last forceful push the 4 inch wide head burst
out of her uterus for the student to see. The cervix and
womb of Lenai pulsed after having expelled the 15 inch
monster toy. Deep into the birth chamber was clearly
visible all the way to her delicate fallopians.

"You can see all the way into my womb. Look at how
wide my cervix is! I shoved that entire dildo
inside!"

Lenai let the camera capture her most sensitive
innards for a moment before she flipped forward and
peered into the lens.

"Want to see me stuff even more inside and birth it
out? Want to see my belly full of fat and huge dildos to
the point where my womb is bursting? Make sure you give
me all your loads and I'll do it all for you."