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."