Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: Hoop Title: Plague Girl Part: 3 Summary: The girls abuse their digestive systems. Keywords: FF, ws, scat, puke -- The Plague Father was bigger than the last time Kate had seen him. His huge arm was draped around her as she sat upon his knee, hugging her close. Becky sat opposite her, likewise nestling against his corpulent body. She looked up at his face, and he planted a gentle kiss on her forehead. He gave a rumbling sigh of contentment. "You favour me, my daughters," he said. Kate could feel his voice resonating in her bones. "You have embraced my servants, the countless billions that other humans shun. But not all humans are as enlightened." As he was speaking, Kate had been watching a lump swell beneath the grey skin of his chest, a few inches from her head. The skin was taut and bulging, a yellow-brown blister filled with pus. Now, finally, it burst, and its contents began to trickle down his chest. Kate licked it up greedily, running her tongue around the rim of the freshly-popped blister, scavenging every last drop of the thick ooze. Becky shot her a jealous look, and Kate decide she should share some with her. They leaned together. Their lips met and Kate passed a little of the pus into the other girl's mouth. It was like a full-fat cream, adulterated with salt. Their fingers intertwined as they savoured the treat, and when she swallowed, it was accompanied by the sad feeling that there might not be any more. She eyed a small spot on his massive thigh, but it was disappointingly inert. The Plague Father let out a booming laugh. "Enjoy my body all you wish," he said, "but it is your own, and each others' bodies, that will provide you with the most pleasure. Each of you is a host for whichever of my little ones you care to welcome." He brought his gnarled finger to Becky's face, stroking her cheek with a soft touch that let her feel the contours of every wart on his rough skin. "And you," he said, "will be the host of something very special." The massive finger trailed down her chest, coming to rest just below her navel. "Your womb will nurture creature borne from both of your bodies. I have gifted Kate with the means to plant the seed within you." The thumb and forefinger of his other hand rested delicately around Kate's recently-acquired penis. "The conception of the creature will reflect the intensity of your devotion," he said. "Make sure you fully explore the depths of your faith before the commitment is made." "We won't fail you," said Kate. The Plague Father's skin started to ripple and bulge. There was a bass hum, like the sound of an electrical transformer, and then the flesh of his body erupted outwards, dissolving away as a thick cloud of flies burst from within him. The girls were deafened by the buzzing of uncountable pairs of wings. The insects filled the room like a thick fog. Kate gasped in surprise and found herself with a mouthful of small, furry bodies. The girls blundered out of the room, hands held to their mouths as they tried to filter the creatures from the air. In time, the flies found their exits through windows and the kitchen door that Kate had flung open wide as they made their way out to the garden. They gasped as they were finally able to breathe again. Kate ran her tongue around her mouth, spitting out a few black flies. "That was a bit inconsiderate of him," said Becky. The Plague Father's mention of the 'intensity of their devotion' had not escaped either of the girls, and they spent the next hour sat cross-legged on the lawn, thinking up ways to demonstrate their piety. Discussing the deviant acts they would perform had quite an effect on Kate. The state of her newly-acquired body part amply demonstrated her amorous mood. Becky looked down at the girl's cock, which had been growing to full rigidity as they were talking about ways to improve the consistency and volume of their bowel movements. She played with Kate's cock for a while, amusing herself by making the girl trail off mid-sentence as she squeezed it lightly. She contributed her own ideas to the conversation, filling her mouth with the girl's organ when she had no need to speak. they could not waste the load that was destined for her womb however, and so she abated. Kate spent a frustrating ten minutes while she waited for it to return to its inert size. Their plans for the evening were finalised, and both the girls returned to the house. Kate found the largest saucepan she could in the kitchen, and they began to cook. A couple of hours later they ate in the garden, sitting with the saucepan between them and ladling out bowl after bowl. Kate had found several pounds of ground beef in the freezer, and together they had used it to make the most infernally hot chilli that either of them had tasted. They gulped it down between mouthfuls of milk, which went some way towards neutralising the unbearable spiciness. They ate until they were physically unable to swallow another mouthful, sprawling out on their backs and groaning as their bellies strained. Becky sat up sharply as she let out a loud belch, holding her hand to her mouth. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed something back down. "Now what?" she said. "We wait," said Kate. They were lethargic for the rest of the day after that. As soon as they felt there was room in their stomachs they filled the space with more chilli, and when that ran out they switched to porridge, on Becky's suggestion that its consistency would be pleasing for what they planned to do later. By the time night was drawing in they had moved inside. Kate was draped over a sofa in the living room, a hand resting on her taut stomach. Becky sat with her back against it, a bowl of rice in one hand. She swallowed down spoonfuls in between groaning breaths. "Urgh," she said, "I've never felt so full. Oh my god. I can actually see it, look at this," she said, prodding a finger against her belly. "Need to go yet?" said Kate. "Not right now. Oh, let's just go to sleep. It'll make the time pass quicker," said Becky. The previous night's sleep, spent in a bathtub full of meat, had not actually been all that restful. Both the girls were tired enough that they were able to drift off fairly quickly, and it was completely dark by the time Becky opened her eyes again, finally roused by a stirring in her bowels. She sprang up, feeling excited as a child on Christmas day. She switched on the lights, and shook Kate's arm to wake her. "Kate!" she said, "Kate! I can feel it! I need to go!" The other girl rubbed her eyes blearily, and sat up. Then she clutched her stomach, and hunched over forward. "You too?" said Becky excitedly. Kate gave her a thumbs-up sign as she grimaced. "Which should we do first?" said Becky. "I think one will follow the other," said Kate. "Lie down." Becky did as she was told. She lay with her arms by her sides, face up, almost quivering with anticipation. Kate moved sluggishly, one hand to her abdomen as she knelt down carefully with one leg either side of Becky's head. She lowered herself, and Becky could hardly contain her excitement as the girl's buttocks parted above her, revealing the dark asterisk of her anus. She continued to descend, and did not stop until the tip of Becky's nose was just nudging against the girl's sphincter. Kate closed her eyes in concentration. "Nngh", she said. She spread her legs just an inch wider, and felt her muscles relax. Her ass hole made a soft rasping noise as she discharged the first of her farts directly on to Becky's face. Their meal had done its job better than they had thought - Becky was caught off guard by the overwhelming stench, and she gagged almost immediately, swallowing hard against her stomach's reaction. 'Not yet,' she repeated to herself, 'not yet.' Another redolent blast of intestinal gas washed across her face. She felt small spots of liquid landing on her cheeks and around her mouth. She extended her tongue to lick her lips, and the taste was sour. The muscle above her twitched, and bulged. "It's coming!" said Kate. Becky opened her mouth wide, clamping her lips around the girl's anus. The sphincter distended, and Becky felt a thrill of joy as the head of the turd pressed softly against her tongue. It pushed onwards, more of the same filling her mouth. They had eaten well, and the texture was thick and firm, full-bodied like wet clay. The flavour spread across her tongue, and she thought she could detect remnants of spiciness amongst the melange of other tastes. It was sour and meaty, acrid like a blue cheese, and she loved it. The volume of the girl's shit was more than they could have hoped for. Kate had to lift her buttocks from Becky's face as it continued to coil out of her, terminating in a thin worm that fell across her cheek and down the side of her face. Becky's mouth was crammed with faeces. She grudgingly acknowledged that she would have to breathe at some point and plunged her fingers into the mass, pulling out a wad of shit while she swallowed the rest down. She gasped for breath, and inhaled at just the same moment that Kate passed another voluminous fart. As much as she wanted more of Kate's shit inside her, there was a more pressing issue for Becky to consider. Going against every physical instinct her body had was not easy, and she could feel her stomach churning. There wasn't much time. "Kate!" she said "gonna puke, get ready!" "I'm not finished!" she protested. Another turd, just as thick as the first, pushed its way to freedom through her anus, and smeared against Becky's chin as she wriggled free. "Now or never," said Becky. She let out a loud belch, and the sound was liquid enough that Kate appreciated the girl's urgency. She let the girl squirm from beneath her. The rest of her turd was wasted as it dropped onto the carpet, squashed beneath the girls' knees as they adjusted their positions to kneel facing each other. Becky placed a hand on either of Kate's shoulders, and let out a deep breath. The watery taste of impending vomit was somehow still there, mingled with the much stronger flavour of the other girl's excrement. Becky's stomach gurgled, and another loud belch made the transition into something much more substantial. She threw herself forward as the puke spilled from her lips, embracing Kate savagely as she pressed her mouth against the girl's own. The latterly-eaten parts of her feast emerged up through her throat. The partially-digested porridge was thick and stodgy. It didn't so much flow as ooze into the other girl's mouth. She urged again, and the second bout of vomit saw some of the yellowish slime force its way out between their lips. Soon the pressure from her contracting stomach was too much. She withdrew from Kate as the puke started to run from her nose, mingling with reflexive tears. With her mouth unobstructed she made a strangled barking sound as another plume of thick vomit burst out of her, plastering Kate with the slime. The girl laughed, scooping handfuls of the vomit to rub across her face and back through her tangled hair, and then her laughter segued into a long, liquid burbling sound. It was her turn to reciprocate, and Becky stooped forward, turning her head sideways to look up at Kate, and opening her mouth expectantly. The girls delighted in the subtle differences between their bodies. Kate's vomit was more watery, and a dark shade of brown. It flowed easily as it splashed down on to Becky's face, soaking her hair. She closed her eyes against the acid deluge, feeling small chunks spattering against her face and trying to discern the girl's flavour from her own as she stuck out her tongue. Kate's vomit was definitely milder, perhaps the result of a less aggressive stomach acid. Whereas Becky's was hot and sour, the flavour of Kate's puke was more mellow and bitter. It foamed up into little clumps of suds as it cascaded onto the carpet. Becky replied with more of her own after that. She was starting to feel drained from the effort, and supported herself on her arms as she coated Kate's thighs with the dregs from her stomach. A thin, sticky strand hung down before her, and she looked up to see Kate's face. She was smiling raptly, thick trails of snot hanging from her nose and lips. Becky had still not voided her bowels. Kate sat cross-legged on the floor, and spread her arms. Becky sat in her lap facing away from her, and Kate hugged her close. She dug her fingertips into the scabs left by her healing cuts, and dark pus welled up from beneath them. The staples still embedded in the wounds tugged at Becky's skin. She could contain herself no more. She grunted as she let rip a thunderous fart with a burbling, liquid sound. The odour took a few seconds to diffuse to the girls' nostrils, and it did not disappoint. It seemed wrong that something so foul and putrid could be produced by her fragile, girlish body. She actually found herself retching again, although her stomach had no more to offer. The miasma heralded the start of a copious torrent of semi-liquid shit. Becky's intestines had dealt differently with the food, and now its indigestible remnants flowed from her ass hole in a continuous, smooth motion. It squashed between her back and Kate's belly, spreading out where their bodies met. More of it surged downwards, and Becky shifted to one side to free herself from the obstruction of piled-up faeces, disgorging more of the wanton mess upon Kate's thighs and legs. She heard a choking sound from behind her as Kate was overwhelmed with the stench, and Becky turned her neck awkwardly so they could share a kiss. Kate vomited up remnants of thin bile as their tongues probed each others' mouths. A few more wet, rasping sounds signified the end of Becky's movements. She reached down between her legs and scooped the soft excrement into her hands, smearing it over her belly and rubbing it on her chest. Kate's hands were on her as well, one hand cupped beneath a breast as the fingers of the other played with her pussy, sliding in and out easily as they were lubricated by the girl's waste. She had been able to feel Kate's dick pressing against her back during the previous episode, swollen hard. Now she felt it shift behind her as Kate adjusted herself, guiding her cock upwards into Becky's cunt. It was awkward for them both to sit up, and so Kate lay on her back, with Becky sitting on top. She slid herself up and down, impaling herself again and again and grunting as she crushed downwards on top of Kate, accepting as much of her as she could. She withdrew it to turn around, in order that they could face each other, and the girls held hands as Kate bucked her pelvis and Becky's thighs flexed and tensed. "Do you think..." she said, between gasping breaths, "that this... will be enough?" Kate withdrew her shit-stained fingers from her mouth for long enough to reply. "Yes," she said. "It's perfect. You ready?" "Don't finish," said Becky, "not yet." She let out another groan as she managed to force herself down especially hard on Kate's cock. She rode her for minutes more, and the expression on Kate's face belied the internal turmoil she suffered to prevent herself from finishing too soon. The snug embrace of Becky's pussy eventually proved too much, and Kate's pelvis thrust upwards as a thick stream of ejaculate surged out from her. Becky was already close to her own climax, and rubbed at herself with her fingers to make the final push into her own release. Her orgasm came as Kate's dick twitched once more, a second surge fillng her up with its warm slime. The sheer amount of the emission forced some of it back out to run down Kate's shaft. The fluid was abnormally thick, almost the consistency of treacle, and the same dark colour. It mingled with the copious quantities of faces that had been smeared around as the girls fucked. She slid off from on top of Kate, slowly collapsing backwards on to the floor. Some of the shit had started to cool now, and another of Kate's turds felt moist and doughy against her back. Kate was stroking at her penis as it deflated, trying to wring every last bit of pleasure from it that she could. There was a wet tearing sound, and the girl made a surprised noise. Becky propped herself up on her elbows to see Kate holding the remnants of her dick. It had become detached from her body, reduced to a sausage of withered meat in her hand, coated with black semen. "I guess it's fulfilled its role now," she said. There was a tinge of disappointment in her voice. The vigour of their activities had drained both of the girls. It was also the middle of the night, and they were both starting to feel sleep-deprived. Kate fetched a large blanket and they curled up together beneath it, a few feet away from the huge, dark stains and piles of faecal matter. Becky was amused by the handprints that had been left on the walls and carpet. Their exhaustion meant that sleep came quickly. As Becky drifted off, she was sure she could feel something moving within her. Swelling. Growing...