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Heavy Scat, rape, humilation, vomit, creapy-crawly, impregnation

     Lisa strolled around the abandoned warehouse looking
for the drainage gate Mark had told her about.  She checked
the slip of paper with the instructions again, and looked
around for “the large dripping pipe next to the pump shaft”
– whatever a pump shaft was.

     Well, a leaking pipe she could see, and then she saw
the gate leaning up against the wall behind it, completely
unscrewed and loose.  Lisa sighed as she looked around the
empty building.  How the hell had Mark found this place?  He
had probably spent hours looking for it, searching
everywhere before finding what he wanted.

     Lisa slipped out of Mark’s trench coat, which he had
left for her, and draped it over the big piece of machinery
right next to the shaft.  She was left in her two piece
bathing suit, the one she wore when playing volleyball.  Not
as skimpy as some of the other suits she had, but Lisa
figured Mark had specified this one because it could hold
more in it for when she left.

     She read the instructions one final time, making sure
understood it all.  Not that Mark would ever know if she had
done what he requested or not, since he was gone for ten
days on business, but Lisa thought it thrilling that he had
left her notes for certain days with specific instructs as
to what she should to in his absence.

     She stripped off her bathing suit as well, doing as she
was told, and held them in her teeth as she bent down and
pulled the grate away from the wall.  She looked into the
tunnel beyond, but there was little light.  Giving another
sigh and wondering what was wrong with her for listening to
Mark, she began to crawl into the darkness.  The shaft was
wide enough to her to easily crawl on hands and knees with
plenty of room.

     The shaft curved around a bend, and the light behind
her disappeared completely, leaving her groping in the dark.
The shaft was lined with thick, foul-smelling sludge, and
Lisa breathed in deeply through her nose and made sure she
dragged her tits along the floor of the shaft and brush
against the sides as much as possible to collect the goop
all over her naked body.  Both were orders in Mark’s letter.

     She could feel things moving in the slime around her,
withering like long worms and some scurried around and
across her skin, causing her to shudder in revulsion and
delight- probably cockroaches.  It was such a thrill to be
crawling in the darkness, smearing herself with this
disgusting mess, and not even being able to see what creepy-
crawling things were exploring her body.

     The shaft continue to curve, and she crawled on, the
filth she was in growing deeper – her hands were sinking up
past her wrists as she crawled on and the smell was getting
worse.  The shaft was full of cobwebs, she could feel them
cling to her face and hair as she crawled forward, and soon
she felt the webs inhabitants crawling over her body as
spiders scurried across her naked back and bum and across
her neck.

     The smell was getting worse, and even after her
experience with shit-smelling and poo-playing, this was too
much.  Her stomach heaved as she breathed in, and with a
wretch, she unleashed the contents of her stomach all over
the place.  In the process, she dropped her bathing suit
into the muck and proceeded to vomit all over it three more
times until all she was unleashing was watery stomach
fluids.

     She wished she hadn’t done that, but it couldn’t be
helped.  Her vomit made the stench worse, if that were
possible, but Mark had also given her instructions should
she drop her bathing suit.  She dipped her face into the
mess of vomit and slime and bit around until she got one
piece of the suit.  Opening her mouth and forcing it down
further, she managed to grab both piece in her mouth, but
they were completely coated with puke and whatever was
coving the floor – the taste was horrid.  Her suit
retrieved, she had to complete her punishment for dropping
it.  She lowered herself into the mire, lying flat on her
stomach in the mush, and she started the thrash around and
flop over like a fish out of water.  She wiggled and rolled,
coating her entire body in the ooze and causing insects and
pests of all kinds to emerge from there homes in panic.
Some crawled across her body and away from her; others got
stuck there, while some simply buried into the filth
collected on her body.

     She was covered completely, she made sure of that by
rubbing the mess onto her skin with her hands and scooping
up handfuls and applying them as needed, mainly between her
thighs and in her ass crack.  She gave herself a quick
rubbing with her fingers, amazed by the wetness this
disgusting act had provoked.  Her fingers felt so nice, and
she was suddenly aware of just how turned on she was.  Mark
was so good to her, knowing just what to do to get her off,
even if he wasn’t around.  But, Mark had also said that she
was not allowed to make herself cum, so just as her first
orgasm approached, she reluctantly stopped and left herself
unsatisfied.  Having finished Mark’s orders, she continued
forward again, her suit in her mouth and many small things
moving about in the mud-like coating on her body.

     She crawled around another bend and saw the light ahead
of her, just as he said there would be.  She continued
towards it, seeing that the light was coming from a hole in
the floor; there was a ladder leading down, and she climbed
down it onto the slick and slimy stone platform below.

     The stench of stagnant shit, and lots of it, filled her
nostrils.  She looked around at the sewer, if that’s what it
was, around her.  Mark said it was some old sewage
processing plant, or something like that.  It didn’t really
matter to her.  There were pools of churning water around
her, all of them black with a thick skin on top, despite the
movement.  She looked down at herself and the messy coating
she had created – she was fully covered in black mud – only
it wasn’t just mud, she was sure of that, and did not want
to know what was covering her skin now.

     The light was very faint, a small florescent overhead
light covered in guck leaving dark shadow corners.  But she
had her instructions.  Lisa dropped her bathing suit on the
stone floor and jumped into the water.  It was thicker then
water, very foul and greasy on her skin, but it washed away
whatever she had covered herself with.  She swam around,
naked, as he had instructed, down the other side of the room
onto another stone platform.  She climbed out of the water
and sat down on the cold stones.  She was in the shadows,
now – the lighting fixture above her not even having a bulb.
And here, she resumed masturbating, scooping up handfuls of
water with one had and pouring them across her cunt as she
wanked away with the other hand.  When she felt herself
reaching an orgasm, she switched her hand from her cunt to
her ass, inserted a few fingers and started pumping away,
once more pouring water around her asshole as she did so.
When she got close to orgasming this way, she stopped and
started pulling and twisting her nipples very hard, enough
to actually make herself wince in pain, until the orgasm
subsided, then she returned her hand to her pussy.  She
continued this progression three times, and each time
narrowly avoided her orgasm.

     Then she heard a noise behind her.  It sounded like a
wet slap, maybe a footstep on the stones, but when she
turned around, there was no one there.  She looked around,
but there was nothing.  It seemed like movements in the
shadows, but she was sure it was all in her mind.  Who could
possibly be down here, anyway?

     She returned to her task, stroking her clit if soft
circles, inhaling deeply the stench and foulness of the
place and pouring the dark, disgusting water across her
crotch.  She so wanted to cum, but she wasn’t allowed – not
yet.  She rolled over, her face pressed against slimey stone
floor, she reached her left hand down between her legs and
up to her ass, spreading her whole with three fingers, then
deciding she wanted more, inserted a fourth.  Soon she might
be able to fist herself – wouldn’t Mark love to see that!
Maybe she should be able to do that before he came back as a
surprise?  Yes, that sounded wonderful.  Her right hand
dipped into the water, scooping out the wet, thick scum, and
poured it down her ass crack, where her pumping hand forced
some of into her ass.  Ah, this felt so good . . .

     Suddenly a hand was on her back, pushing down on her –
at least it felt like a hand.  She tried to rise with a
start, but the hand was too strong, she couldn’t budge from
the spot.  While strong and amazingly wide and thick, the
hand felt gooshy, somehow, as if covered in thick, oozing
mud.

     “Hey, let go of me!” she cried, but there was no
response.  She tried to turn her head, but she couldn’t get
an angle to see anything, and it was so dark where she was
sitting.  She kicked out and her feet smacked something hard
and wet, but whatever she had kicked not even noticed her
attack.

     She felt another hand on her bare ass cheek, oozing
sludge the same as the other and leave a trail of it across
her skin as it groped her.  The hand on her back moved up to
her neck and kept her pressed to the floor.  The grip was
impressively strong – she felt like it could snap her spine
quite easily if it wanted.  The scent assaulting her nose
was truly horrible, worse than anything she had ever smelled
before, and that included the reek in the tunnel that caused
her to vomit.  She was retching now from the stench, but
there was nothing in her to puke out.

     “I’ll scream!” she threatened, but they both knew no
one would hear her or be able to help.  It was useless to
fight back against someone so strong.

     Her back and ass were coated with whatever sludge the
person was dripping, and now the other hand, the one not on
her neck was reaching around to coat her breasts.  The
strong hands pinch and pulled at her nipples very hard,
squeezing them like a vice between two thick fingers.  After
quickly mauling both her breasts, the hand caressed her firm
stomach, the oozing touch making her stomach turn with
disgust.  The hand made its way down to her cunt, and two
meaty fingers pressed up into her slit.  Even if they had
not been so slick with filth, the fingers would have had no
trouble invading Lisa’s hole, which was wet from the foul
water she had been pouring on herself and from her own
wetness.  She couldn’t help but moan as the fingers invaded
her body, and she found herself pressing back against them
to get them further up into her.

     I’m about to get raped, Lisa thought to herself, and
I’m horny as hell!  Her previous hopes to not be killed
changed to hoping that her attacker at least got her off
before he killed her.  She hoped that he let her have one
final, massive cum before she died.

     The hand fled her cunt and slid back up her ass crack.
The hand spread her ass cheeks, revealing her anus to her
attacker.  Lisa felt the tip of his penis press up against
her puckered hole, which she clenched as tightly as she
could, hoping that he would do his best to force it in
despite her efforts.  She was not disappointed.

     Despite the fact that the member was proportional to
the rapists body – long and thick and strong – he managed to
plunge the huge thing into her ass in one strong stroke.
God, it hurt her to take the whole thing!  Lisa screamed,
loudly, her pain and pleasure mixing in one high-pitched
squeal.

     Even if she had relaxed her ass, it would have hurt, it
was so huge, but it was all the worse because she was trying
to prevent it.  But it went in, slowly but surely digging
deeper and deeper within her until her ass was stretch to
remarkable size and her butt cheeks were pressed against a
soft, oozing body.  Was he covered in the same filth that
she had rolled around in?

     He went to work, not caring if he hurt her, or maybe
doing his best to do so, and he savaged pumped his huge
penis in and out of her ass.  Sometimes he would even remove
his cock completely, wait a few seconds, then plunge it back
it all the way to the hilt.  Sometimes she screamed,
sometimes she whimpered, but mostly she moaned in delight
and rubbed her clit as hard as she could, determined to cum
at least once more before dying, but hopefully more than
that.

     And cum she did, and her ass clenched up tight on the
invading cock, tighter than it had been before, and while
her orgasm ripped through her body, the rape continued for a
few more hard strokes before she felt an eruption in her
ass.  He was cumming and there was a lot of it, to be sure.
It pumped out of him in hard explosions, shooting been
inside of her.  It was hotter then usual cum, hotter then
her own body, making her feel warm and pleasant on the
inside.  But there was so much, it filled her ass to
overflowing, and still if came!  She could feel it leaking
out of her ass hole around his massive cock as he continued
to fuck her while he came.  It was such a wet stream of
liquid that she thought that if was more like he was pissing
in her ass rather then cumming.

     The cock pulled out of her abused ass once it had
stopped spewing forth its seed, and cum continued to pour
out of her gapping hole and dripped onto the floor.  She
thought he was done, but she was wrong.  His hand went to
her cunt, spread her lips wide, and his cock tore into her
in one swift motion.

     Lisa screamed again as she was fucked severely on the
stone floor.  She had not expected that, but damn did it
real good to have that huge cock stuffed up her cunt,
spreading her wider then she had even been before.  She
panted and fucked back against his cock, putting her hands
on the floor to give her more thrust to push back.  Her
second orgasm was climbing, higher and higher, and without
even thinking about it, Lisa started shouting, “Ah, yes –
fuck me!  Rape me good.  Yes, harder, hard!  Oh god, hurt
me!  Fuck me!  FUCK ME!!!”

     She started screaming even more, and turned her mouth
on the slimey stone floor in front of her, licking and
sucking and kissing the stones like it was her lover’s lips.
She felt the gross bits come loos,e and she sucked them into
her mouth and swallowed without consideration.  The taste
was awful, but it made her pleasure soar.  She came at last,
thrusting hard against him and bucking as wildly has she
could in his firm, unrelenting grip.

     She continued to grind against him and he pumped in and
out of her, and the third orgasm erupted through her just
after his cum spewed into her cunt.  Again, it was an
inconceivable amount of liquid, filling her and stretching
her womb and spraying out of her as he pumped away.  The
heat of his cum warmed her aching pussy, soothing some of
the soreness their brutal fucking had caused her.

     And then, just as quickly as he had appeared, he was
gone.  When she realized she was free of his grasp, Lisa
rolled over into a seating position and scanned the area,
but there was no one there.  The only trace of his presence,
other then the lingering pain/pleasure and her stretched
holes, was the piles of filth he had left behind on the
stone floor.  She was covered in it across most of her flesh
and the floor around her was hidden from view by the foul
sludge.  Other then that, there was nothing.

     Lisa laid down on her back, not caring that she was
lounging in the muck that had oozed off her attacker’s vile
body.  In fact, she kind of enjoyed the sucking muddy
feeling it had – made her feel like she was floating on a
cloud, despite the foul smell.  It relaxed her, and she
needed the comfort.  Her legs were weak and she wanted to
give her abused body some time to relax before leaving this
place.  If he came back and wanted more, well, she would
just have to deal with that.

     His spunk flowed out of her cunt and ass, but she did
nothing to quicken its flow out of her.  It felt really good
to be that full, and warm on the inside.  She felt ashamed,
to be caught down here and raped like that.  It had been
awful – but there was no denying the powerful orgasms that
had rocked her body; she was so confused.  It had been so
scary and terrible, and yet so exciting and so damned good!

     But who would be down here?  Surely no one could live
in such a foul place?  Who in the world could even find it?
Only Mark . . .

     Of course!  How could she have not realized it from the
moment she was attacked!  Mark must have changed his
departure, taking a later train to the airport; he hid down
here and waited for her – no, he didn’t know exactly when
she would get here.  He would have been waiting a long time
. . . That’s it – he knew about when she would get his
letter and could estimate how long it would take her to get
here.  He gave her instructions that would keep her busy a
long time so he could come in after her and sneak up behind
her.  He must have come in a different way.  Probably one
that was easier to get in and get out of.  Of course he
would make her take the long, disgusting way out – she had
to follow all of his instructions, after all.

     God she loved her boyfriend, staging such an elaborate
set up just for her.  Well, for him, too, but he knew she
would love it.  He must have rolled around in the tunnel
sludge just like she had to make himself even more foul.
She hoped he had given himself enough time to get fully
cleaned up before getting on the train!  She figured it
would take her a few hours of soaking and three of four
showers before she was clean.

     She sat up, the mush beneath her smooshing pleasantly
between in her ass.  She didn’t want to leave the messy bed
she had been lying in, in fact, she really would have loved
to just take a quick nap right her and now, but Mark’s
letter had told her that, after she had cum, she was to
leave.

     Lisa dove back into the water and swam to the platform
with the ladder out.  She retrieved her bathing suit and put
it back on, smiling when the tight bottoms squeezed some cum
out her ass and pussy.  It felt nice, the way it just
dribbled out of her.  She climbed to the top the ladder and
into her tunnel and worked to complete the last of Mark’s
orders.  She scooped handfuls of the muck into her bathing
suit, filling the top and bottom until they were overflowing
and threatening to fall off her body.  Since she still had
light, she looked for the thicker, chunkier slop, feeling
more a thrill from the lumpy mess.  She saw a mass of white
worm-looking things writhing in the muck – maggots, she
guessed, and she grabbed a handful of them and sprinkled
them into the cup of each breast and into the front back of
her bottoms.  She could feel them slipping and dancing
around against her skin and smiled, pleased with the
foulness of her deed.

     She looked around more, straining to see in the dim
light.  There were a few cockroaches, too, but they eluded
her attempts to capture then and place them in her bathing
suit.  She sighed and started to crawl out, but this time,
did so on her belly in an army crawl rather then on her
hands and knees.  Mark hadn’t ordered this, but it made her
trip take longer and coated her completely in the slime.
Mounds of it would pile up in front of her face as she
crawled forward, living foul-tasting bits on her lips.  More
would get caught in her bathing suit as she crawled,
threatening to drag it down off of her, but she would stop
at those times and pull her suit tight, smushing the goo
against her body all the more.

     She had a pleasant trip out of the sewer, so high on
the pleasure of her trip.  Next time she wanted Mark to join
her properly and fuck her all over the place, maybe even in
the water!  That would be exciting.  She crawled out of the
tunnel and into the fading light of day.  She was glad it
was Friday night and she wouldn’t need to go to work
tomorrow.  She was just going to lie around and do nothing
but recuperate tomorrow.  Which most likely meant spending
most of the day trying to fist fuck her own ass.

     Her bathing suit still full, Lisa donned Mark’s old
coat and set about walking home.  She didn’t tie the coat
closed - that had been his final instruction after telling
her not to empty her suit until she got home.  And she set
about for home, which was a bit of a walk, though it
wouldn’t have been so bad had she not been fucked so
impressively.

     It took her nearly two hours, and by then it was
completely dark out.  She had been getting catcalls and
hoots and howlers her entire walk, seeing as her two piece
suit was so visible, but those guys who got close to her
immediately retreated, either from the foul sight of her
messy body or the terrible odor emanating from her.  People
crossed the street to avoid her walking next to them.

     Even that kind of attention was a turn on to an
exhibitionist like Lisa.  She only wished she could shit in
her pants and add to the mess already bulging from her ass.
She had used up her supply last night with what she had
thought would be her last fuck with Mark for nearly two
weeks.

     She smiled as she remembered it, doing a strip-tease
for him, and every time she removed her clothes, she would
shit into her hand and smear it across the newly exposed
skin.  When she was naked, she was covered head to toe (even
her hair was coated in shit) and crapped the rest of her poo
into her hands and spent the next twenty minutes or so
massaging it in her tits, ass, and cunt.  Mark had been
jacking off furiously during the whole thing, and just
before he would cum, he would stand up and she would kneel
in front of him, and he would cum all over her face and tits
and in her mouth.  He came three times like that, before her
dance was done.  When it was, before she cleaned herself
off, she went down on him and took his fourth load in her
mouth.  She held in there while she showered and didn’t
swallow a drop of it until she was fully clean, which took
quite a while.  That had been her treat for him, her going
away present, and he had loved it.

     Lisa could feel herself getting turned on again and
tried to turn to mind to other thoughts, but the slushing in
her bathing suit and the over-powering stench wafting around
her made that fairly impossible.  Should could help but
reflect on her panty-pooing experiences and all the times
since that she had lathered her body in her shit for her and
Mark’s amusement.  It felt so exhilarating, so sexual, so
freeing to do it.  It was the best experience of her life,
and she was so glad she had Mark to show her these things.

     When she finally got home to her apartment, a modest
little place in need of some repairs and renovations that
she never seemed to have the time to do herself or the money
to pay someone for.  She stripped off Mark’s jacket and
tossed in on the table.  She wondered how best to go about
cleaning herself, but decided she wanted a nice cup of tea
more than she wanted to be clean.  Most of the filth on her
body was now dry and the mounds in her suit were still
pleasant wet and the maggots were still happily thrashing
about against her skin.

     Her tea recipe was long and complicated – a family
tradition passed down through the generations according to
her grandmother.  It was supposed to have medicinal values,
bulking up the immune system against disease and infection
(she would need that!) and soothing aches and pains (that
too), and it was supposedly good for memory and clear
thought and every so often her grandmother would throw in
that it was good for the bowels, too (and that could never
be a bad thing).  Her grandmother gave her the ingredients
whenever they met, which was a few times a year.  She knew
the recipe by heart and set about the task of making it.

     Now, in the instructions, there was a chant that went a
long with it, parts to be recited at different times during
the making process – this phrase when the water is boil,
this other one when you add these leaves, and this one when
you drained the leaves, and so on.  Lisa didn’t believe that
the chant would really do anything, but she had learned from
experience that it did taste better and made her feel better
if the chant was done completely at the appropriate times
(and she had tried doing things in different order).  Her
grandmother called it magic; her mother, superstition; and
Lisa, self-delusion, but whatever the reason, she did it the
proper way.

     When it was ready, Lisa took her tea, sipping it has
she did so, and went to the bathroom and started the shower.
It often took a while for the water to get warm, and she
figured it would be better to shower off and then take a
bath rather then soak in dirty water.  She sat down on the
toilet, glad to be off her feet, and sipped down her tea,
feeling renewed and refreshed with every swallow.  The
soreness in her body started to ebb and all of her tenseness
just flowed away.  God, she felt good.  She was hungry, too,
but one thing at a time.

     She finished her tea before getting in the shower, all
of energy and vigor returned.  She was definitely going to
be up for stretching her ass wide this weekend.  She might
even start tonight before going to bed!  She stepped into
the shower but did not immediately get under the stream of
steaming water.

     First, she pulled her top up over her head, releasing
the foul mess she had collected with it.  As the sludge slid
down her body, Lisa held open her bottoms to catch the
oozing slime and dropped her top into the shower spray.  She
watched the maggots roll down her stomach and into the swim
suit bottoms, where they wiggled and flopped around on the
top of the mud-like stuff.  She would be sad to see them go;
she had really enjoyed their presence against her skin.  She
would miss the unidentifiable substance that coated her
whole body, too.  It seemed absurd, of course, but she
enjoyed the feeling of it squishing against her body.

     Pouting as she did so, Lisa dropped her bottoms and
kicked them into the spray, letting the hot water rush over
them.  The water started to wash away the muck, and the
maggots and worms with it.  Lisa sighed, feeling a true
sense of lost, and stepped into the shower to soap herself
up.

     She scrubbed herself down, using three wash clothes
before she felt clean.  She attached her hose extension to
the water spout and flushed out both her ass and her cunt
several times beyond when the water ran clean when she
expelled it.  That felt nice, too, being completely full and
warm from the inside, just like when Mark had cum inside of
her today.  She smiled as the remembrance flood back to her.
She could not help but smile, and even giggled.  Just
thinking about the whole evening made her so happy.

     She toweled herself off but didn’t bother to put on
cloths just yet.  Sure, her lights were on and all her
shades were open, just like always, but she didn’t care if
anyone was watching her – in fact, she hoped that they were
and enjoyed the view.

     She dropped her bathing suit and the wash clothes in
the washing machine and started it running before going to
the kitchen and fixing herself a light dinner and another
mug of tea, naked the whole time.  She put her dinner and
tea on a tray and took it to the bathroom with her and drew
a hot bath for herself, complete with bath beads, candles,
and scented oils.  She was going to have a nice, relaxing
evening of soaking in the tub.

     Once she had the sweet-smelling bath full of hot water,
she eased herself back in and ate her fill and drank her tea
slowly, savoring it.  She covered her eyes with a hot water
cloth, letting the warmth relax her.  She laid there in a
sleep-like daze, barely aware of her surrounds and dreaming
sexy images of being down in the sewage facility, rolling
around in the maggot and roach-filled muck, fisting herself
and adding her own shit to the mess when she felt the need.
When the water cooled too much for her, she stirred herself,
added more hot water until the temperature was back to what
she wanted, the returned to her day-dreams.

     She was soaking for over an hour when she felt a
stirring in her rectum.  That roused her out of dreaming
suddenly, bringing her to wakefulness instantly.  She
shouldn’t have to take a shit – she had just flooded out her
anus in her shower.  There couldn’t be anything left in
there to shit!

     But it was undeniable – it seemed that she went from
empty to completely full in a couple seconds, and she was
ready to burst!  Her poo was already wiggling its way out of
her body, reminding her of the first time she had shit in
her underwear, the way she had no control over it then.  And
she had none now; her ass was already spreading wide to let
her turd escape.

     She tried to make it to the toilet, but she knew there
was no time.  She was partially out, her waist on the edge
of the tub and her ass up in the air when the tip of her poo
birthed from her ass.  It was thick and hard but came with
great speed.  She couldn’t imagine how she had managed to
produce that in such a short amount of time.  A feeling of
intense pleasure swept through her, and instead of going for
the toilet, Lisa decided just to finish up the way she was,
bent over the edge of the tub, her ass in the air.  It just
seemed right, somehow.

     She let her shit come of its accord, not push at all or
trying to hold it in, but she felt something strange while
it emerged. It was wiggling, much like the maggots in her
underwear had done, or like a worm emerging from the ground
confused.  She looked back at her poo, twisting her body to
see it, and yes, it was twitching and moving about on its
own, and still it continued to sprout from her ass.  The
“head” as it were, waved back and forth, bending around and
touching her flesh like it was trying to investigate its
surroundings.  Lisa could only stare at it with confusion
and shock.

     The poo rubbed around her butt cheeks until it touched
the crevice of her ass crack that led down to her pussy,
then it stopped its investigation and plowed forward, as if
seeking a specific target.  Lisa moaned in delight as the
poo-snake made its way towards her cunt, and she was
instantly aroused for it.  The moment it touched her vaginal
lips, she was on the verge of an orgasm.  This had been her
biggest fantasy since she started her panty-pooing escapades
– to have her own shit seek out and penetrate her pussy.
She knew it was impossible, but now it seemed to be coming
true and it was such a rush!

     She was so excited, her hands were twitching, and she
could barely keep them steady as she reached down and spread
her cunt lips open.  She spread her legs, too, making it as
easy as possible for her shit to penetrate her.  It
continued to wiggled across her slit, and as soon as it got
to her spread pussy, in dove in, thrashing and pushing its
way into her, like a snake returning home.

     Lisa could do nothing else but hold herself open as her
poo slithered out of her ass and up into her cunt.  It
pulsed and undulated, making her moan and cum and shiver as
it travel deed inside of her.  Time had no meaning and she
could have spent an hour there, or several, for all she knew
as orgasms washing through her time and time again.  Her
whole body was tense and sore from the pleasure, but she was
not ready for it to stop, she never wanted it to stop!  At
some point, amidst the countless orgasms and shrieks of
unbridled ecstasy, she came so hard that she unleashed a
heavy stream of piss from her bladder.  She had hoped that,
whatever power possessed her shit and drove it to seek out
her pussy, would take her urine as well, but it was not to
be, but the experience was unlike anything she had ever
felt.

     And then, suddenly, the intense need to shit was gone,
and her asshole closed up and the end poo popped out
completely and, in a few seconds, disappeared into her
churning cunt with the rest of it. She didn’t move for
several minutes, letting the electricity in her body settle
and allowing her breathing to return to normal.  She was
tired and nearly drifted off to sleep, but she roused
herself and stood.

     That had been the most erotic and totally pleasurable
experience of her life – the realization of her greatest
fantasy!  But was it real?  How could it be?  She rubbed a
finger across her asshole, but there was no evidence there
that she had just taken a shit.  Nor were there any marks
elsewhere on her body, and surely there would have been a
streak somewhere.  Nothing.  She slid a couple fingers into
her pussy and searched for the wayward poo, but there was
nothing there.
     
     She sighed.  It had been a dream, nothing more.  The
orgasms had been real, she could still feel the fleeting
pleasure as she exploder her womanhood – she must have been
masturbating in her sleep.  The pissing during her orgasm
had been real, too; the color of the water revealed that.
Still, even if it hadn’t actually happened, this had still
been the single most satisfying day of her life.  And she
made a mental note to make sure she peed while orgasming
again while awake to see if it was as good as she thought.
     
     She drained the water from the tub and rinsed off one
last time.  She dried herself as she walked to the kitchen,
still not putting any cloths on.  In fact, she thought to
herself, maybe she would be naked as much as possible this
weekend – that sounded like a good idea.  She made herself
another cup of tea, thinking while she did so that she had
never had so much of in one day.
     
     She sat up, reading a magazine, until her tea was done,
then Lisa crawled into bed and fell into a deep, restful
sleep.
     
     
               *         *         *         *
     
     She woke up early in the morning, but how early she
couldn’t tell.  It was dark out, that was all she knew.
Pain erupted through her abdomen; sharp biting pain that
exploded through her stomach, then eased off a bit, then
exploded back to life.  Grunting, Lisa tried to roll onto
her back, but with great trouble, she felt so heavy and
full.  She reached down to feel her stomach, but what she
touched shocked her into instant wakefulness.  She groped
for the lights, unable to believe what she was feeling, but
when she clicked the bedside lap on, her fears were
confirmed.  She was huge!
     
     Her stomach was bloated and swollen to massive size
like, like – like she was pregnant!  But that’s not
possible!  How could she be impregnated and carry the baby
to term in one night?  It just wasn’t possible.
     
     The pain exploded through her again – it had to be
contractions, that was the only possibility.  She scooted
back into a seating position and spread her legs.  Her amble
breasts had increased in size, too, as had the nipples,
which were hard and sore.  She gave them a squeeze and a jet
of white liquid shot out on her tit.  Lactating?  Yeah, she
was pregnant, but how?
     
     The contracts kept coming, getting stronger and strong
with each wave.  Suddenly, Lisa’s thighs were wet and she
could feel the sheets and mattress beneath her growing damp.
Her water had broke, she guess, but the smell was terrible,
reeking of diarrhea, but she was in too much pain to care.
She pushed and pushed with all her might and was rewarded
with the feeling of something large, but slick and pliable
slowly emerging from her womb.  She continued to thrust,
evicting the unwelcome guest from her insides, and after
half an hour of intense pain and work, and exhausted, a much
smaller Lisa looked over at what lay between her thighs on
her bed.
     
     She saw it, but she could not believe it.  Exhausted
from strain and her mind in jumbles, Lisa fell into
blackness.


               *         *         *         *

     Daylight streamed through her window, and the harsh
light across her eyes woke her from a deep, dreamless sleep.
She was tired, and her body ached, but there was a pleasant,
gentle suckling feeling at one of her breasts.  The other
breast felt quite swollen and bloated, but this one – ah
that was nice.

     Lisa wiped her eyes and looked down, only to remember
the evens of earlier that morning.  She had given birth, and
now that child clung to her boob, sucking the life’s milk
from it.  But it was no ordinary child – already, the baby
looked like it was eight years old.  It stunk of poo for
obvious reasons – its entire body was comprised of the
substance.  She touched its head, just to see if it was
real.  Her hand sunk into to its soppy flesh, just a bit,
before hitting the very hard, compressed shit that made up
the creature’s skeleton.

     The child looked up at her when she touched it and drew
its mouth away from her tit and smiled up at her.  “Mommy!”

     That shocked the hell out of her!  “You can talk?”

     “Of course,” it replied, snuggling up to be breast and
embracing her as best it could with its short arms.

     “What’s you name?”

     It looked up at her, confused.  “You haven’t given me
one yet.  I don’t think . . .”

     She marveled at the creature, too confused for words.
“How did . . .?”

     “I don’t know,” it shrugged.  “May I continue to feed?”

     “What?  Oh, um . . . I guess so.”  The shit creature
started to lower it face to her breast again, but Lisa
stopped it.  “The other one is full.”

     The child grinned up at her.  “Thank you, mommy.”  With
that, it pulled itself across her stomach, leaving a long
smear of shit across her naked belly, and lowered its mouth
onto her other breast.  The milk fountained from her teat,
and the creature drank hungrily, swallowing mouthful after
mouthful.  It was a strange, but extremely erotic feeling,
one which Lisa would have loved to explore more under much
more normal circumstances, but now was not the time,
especially since something was poking her quite hard in the
stomach.

     She reached down and felt a thick rod.  It was oozy on
the outside, but very solid and firm beneath the mush.  She
grasped it in her hands, her fingers sliding down to the
hard core and pulled it a little away from her skin, so it
wasn’t jamming into her.  The poo-child responded by biting
harder on her nipple, which gave Lisa a twinge of pleasure.
She ran her hand up and down the shaft a few times, excited
by the creature’s reaction – it sucked harder and nibbled
more on her with every stroke.  She went a little faster,
enjoying the way the goo on top swelled through her fingers
and oozed down her arm.  It was growing a bit bigger in her
hands and warmer.  The creature gave a small cry, it cooed
with pleasure, then –

     He cooed with pleasure.  It was most definitely a ‘he’
and he had just cum all over her, but it was not normal
jism.  It was watery diarrhea with small shitty lumps, it
was hot and there was a lot of it and it had sprayed all
across her belly without warning.

     “Oh mommy that was great!  Thank you so much!”  He
started to plant little kissed on her breast and up her
shoulder to her cheek, leaving little blobs of poo behind
wherever he touched her skin.

     “Yeah,” she stated flatly, not really caring.  Her mind
was running amok.  How had this happened?

     The smell triggered her memory first, but the warm,
copious amounts of liquid cum was the key clue.  It wasn’t
Mark at all in the sewage plant!  It was a shit creature
like this one!  She had been raped and impregnated by a
walking piece of shit!  At first she was horrified, but then
she recalled her fantasies, dreams of actually being loved
and fucked by her own shit.  It was kind of the same, but
this was too weird!  She suddenly remembered her experience
in the bath tub – was this child the product of her rape in
the sewer or of the piece of poo that invaded her pussy
right from her ass.  It had gone deep into her, maybe to her
womb?

     There was a soft snoring sound next to her, and when
she looked down, she saw that her child was asleep in her
arms, its warm, mush face smashed up against her boobs.  It
looked kind of cute, snuggled up next to her like that.  So
peaceful and gentle and warm next to her skin.  She cradled
the child in her arms, not in the least bit concerned when
her arms sunk into his mushy flesh.  She rocked him and few
times, overwhelmed by the joys of motherhood.  Strange as it
was, this was her child and despite its strange birth and
unnatural life, she could not help but feel love for her
child.

     She got up and set her son, Billy – she just decided
that – back on the bed in her place.  She pulled up the
comforter and covered him with it.  She was covered in shit,
both from the birth and from having Billy crawling on her
belly when he was nursing.  She was still sore, as well, and
famished.

     Lisa waddled to the kitchen, closing the shades as she
went – there would be no voyeurs today – and cooked herself
breakfast.  Eggs, bacon, a bagel with cream cheese, orange
juice, an apple, and some left over ham from a two nights
ago – she could barely get herself full!  She was just glad
that her stomach was back to its pre-child size.  She
wondered if she should make Billy anything, but she didn’t
want to wake him, and he had plenty of milk, she guessed, to
hold him over until lunch, at the very least.

     She took the time to make herself another cup of her
grandmother’s special tea, but even that could not ease all
of her pain and rejuvenate her exhausted body.  She was
tired and sought sleep.  She was going to take a shower, but
decided that, if she was going to go back to bed anyway, she
would just get all messy again.  It wasn’t worth it yet.

     She climbed back into with her child, wrapped her arms
around him and drew his soft, warm body to hers.  It took
only a few moments before she was asleep again.


               *         *         *         *

     She awoke extremely horny to the sound of a mushy “fap,
fap, fap” and the realization that her child was no longer
at her side.  She opened her eyes to see him above her, but
he seemed much older and larger, the size and shape of a
well-muscled sixteen year old, if she had to guess.  His
eyes closed and his face contorted into the face of one
about to –

     His cum erupted from his large shit-cock and blasted
across the belly and boobs.  Some splattered onto her chin
and face, but only a little.  He was panting heavy and
sighing with satisfaction, but she sat up a bit, his look
changed to one of fear.

     “Were you jacking off to your mommy’s naked body?” she
asked, her tone taking on the air of alarm.  Billy nodded
slowly and he lowered his head in shame.  “What a naughty
boy you are!”

     Lisa massaged the diarrhea-cum into her breasts and
stomach with long sexy stroked, just like she had in her
strip-tease for Mark only two nights ago.  She breathed deep
as she did so, her arousal increasing as she turned up the
seduction.  “Now you’ve gone and got mommy all hot and ready
to fuck with no one to take care of her.”

     Billy’s eyes shock open and he stared into her face.
His gaze dropped down to his mother’s pussy, which her hands
were lathering with his shitty cum.  He looked back up at
her face, then down at her cunt again, as if he knew what to
do, but did not if he should actually do it or not.

     Lisa favored him with her lost puppy dog eyes.  “If no
one wants to help mommy,” she said with a pout, “mommy will
just do it herself.”

     She started stroking herself as her son watched, his
eyes wild with wonder and amazement.  This was a whole new
world for him, and he couldn’t believe his mother was
showing it to him, especially so soon.  Lisa pulled her legs
back to her chest and started rubbing her exposed clit with
one hand while she reached around to her ass with the other
and started to finger her butt hole.  “Oh, yeah.  That’s
what mommy needs,” she whimpered, teasing her son with her
lewd act.  “She needs it right in the ass.  If only someone
would make mommy cum.”  She look right into Billy’s eyes and
licked her lips.

     He seemed to get the message, or at least, a message,
and he scooted off the edge of the bed, knelt down on the
floor, and started lapping at her cunt with his shit-tongue.

     Like the rest of him, his tongue was mushy on the
outside, leaving thick trails of dark brown shit on
everything it touched, but hard on the inside.  What he
lacked in experience, Billy made up for with passion and
ability.  His tongue was far longer, thicker, and wider than
any man Lisa had every met, and he used it to his full
advantage.  He wasn’t going down on her, he was tasting her,
savoring her flavor, and enjoying the act.  He lapped her
cunt from ass hole to clit for a while, then lowered his
mouth to suck on the small hard nub his mother used her
fingers to expose for him.  Even as he gently suck and
suckled her clit, though, his tongue was driving deep into
her cunt, roaming the insides of her body, exploring every
crevice and bump with extreme patience and precision.  As
big as most cocks she had fucked, but able to bend in ways
no dick could, Billy was able to find and hone in on ever
pleasure spot with in her, and he set about attacking these
places with fervor, bringing Lisa to the best orgasm ever
obtained from oral stimulation.

     But even after she bucked around on the bed, he didn’t
stop going.  She had long abandoned stimulating her ass, but
during her first orgasm, Billy took up the position and
slipped three fingers into her.  Every time he pulled them
out and pushed them in again, more shit would be scrapped
off his fingers by the tight ass hole and plop down on the
bed sheets, but neither of them cared.
     
     Lisa wrapped her legs around his neck and shoulders,
enjoying the feeling of them sinking into his the warmth of
his mush.  Her hands here on the back of his head, pushing
him harder and deeper into her cunt, and he correctly
interpreted this as a sign of her enjoyment and started to
tongue-fuck her faster and suck on her harder.
     
     She came again, and this time, without even being aware
that she was doing it at first, when her orgasm hit, she
started to piss.  Billy’s tongue continued to work her
pussy, and his mouth stayed locked over her slit, but he was
not longer sucking her clitoris, he was sucking down her
urine and swallowing it greedily.
     
     Pissing while orgasming was great, she confirmed, but
it was even better to have someone there, gulping it down
like it was the greatest drink in the world.  Her orgasm
didn’t stop until her stream of piss ended, and that seemed
like an eternity to her. She was still moaning from the
experience as Billy gave her pussy a few last licks and
removed his fingers from her bum.
     
     After taking a few moments to regain her composure,
Lisa looked down at her son’s face, which was still between
her legs hovering around her pussy.  His eyes were full
concern, and when she met his gaze, he asked, “Was that
good, Mommy?”
     
     Lisa’s heart melted, then, seeing how much he loved her
and wanted to please her.  She pulled herself up into a
seating position, her bum on the edge of the bed and her
feet flat on the floor.  He was still kneeling, though, and
she cradled his head against her breasts.  “Was that good?
Baby, that was wonderful!  You made Mommy very happy.”  His
arms wrapped around her waist and squeezed her tightly.  His
head turned up to hers, his eyes wide with love and
happiness, and she couldn’t resist: she leaned forward and
kissed his lips.
     
     The taste of him was a bit of a shock, but she didn’t
pull away.  For all the playing with shit that she had done,
she had never actively tasted it, and was surprised by the
heavy, bitter flavor, but it was not at all unpleasant.
Even as she kissed him, she could feel a stirring in her
loins as she was turned on by both the taste and the act of
tasting shit.  After a few moments of heavy kissing, she
went further and slipped her tongue into his mouth.  He
responded in kind, thrusting his own tongue back against
hers, but not so much as to make her choke.
     
     She moaned and pulled him tighter against her, sinking
further into his body.  His strong arms embraced her and his
hands roamed up and down her naked back, through her hair
and across her legs, coating every inch of her skin with his
shit.  She ground her hips against his chest, pushing hard
until she was rubbing against the solid, compressed shit
deeper in.  She sucked and nibbled on his probing tongue,
sure that if she kissed him long enough, she would cum
again.
     
     That gave her an idea, and her hands roamed down his
chest and found his cock, which was hard again.  She stroked
it a few times, enjoying the way it made him shudder and
groan, before pulling away from his kiss.  He looked a bit
confused.
     
     “Stand up,” she told him, and he did so without
question.  He was tall, even bigger then when they had
started, she was sure.  He looked more like twenty or so,
now, and she was positive that his cock had grown along with
the rest of him, maybe even more so.
     
     She slid off the bed and onto the floor in front of
him, inhaling deeply through her nose, breathing in the
musky smell of shit that filled the apartment.  The scent
only spirred her hunger and she dove onto his cock, driving
it deep into her mouth and started to suck hard, letting the
harsh flavor of shit over whelm her.  For a moment, there
was nothing else – the only thing that existed was the
massive cock that extended her mouth so far and the heavy
taste of shit that caused her pussy to spasm and spirt.  She
just held it there, licking and sucking, until the gentle
hand on the back of her head brought her back to reality.
     
     It was the oddest blow job she had ever given,
considered his cock was perpetually coated in sloppy, mushy
shit.  She would widen her mouth as take his cock all the
way into her mouth, then close her lips as tightly as she
could on the shaft and draw back slowly, flickering her
tongue along his dick the entire way.  Her mouth so would
fill with the soft shitty coating as she pulled back, until
by the time she reached his head, her mouth was completely
full and she swallowed.  But when she engulfed his cock
again, once more it was coated with mush.  Again, she
swallowed the mouth load and dove back down.
     
     No matter how much both of them liked this treatment,
and the both did like it very much and vocalized with moans
and murmurs and unintelligible words, there was only so much
she could swallow, and her stomach was soon full and Lisa
resorted to sucking his cock head and jacking his shaft with
both her hands.  This was more than enough and within
moments, he was calling out “Oh god, Mommy, yes!!” and
fillling her mouth with a massive load of his diarrhea.
     
     As before, it came quickly and in large quantities.
The taste was far more bitter and pungent than anything she
could have imagined, which made her love it all the more.
Lisa could not swallow fast enough and soon it was spewing
past her lips and down onto her breaths and beyond.  Her
hands worked it into her skin, smearing it across her
already shit-coated body.  And he continued to cum is a
solid stream for nearly a minute.  She drank it down as fast
as she could, but there overflow was so great, a large
puddle was forming in her crotch, and Lisa rubbed this
puddle into her cunt and clit, cupping it in her hands and
trying to pour it into her vaginal, until she too came,
again.  When Billy’s cock was only trickling his cum, Lisa
pulled in out of her mouth and held it above her head,
letting it drip down over her face and into her hair.
     
     She looked up at her son, who seemed a bit stunned.
“Did you like that?”
     
     He nodded vigorously.  “Oh, god, yes, Mommy.  That was
best ever!”  He looked a little nervous, then and asked her,
“Did you like it?”
     
     “Yes, very much so!  Mommy loves your huge cock, and
Mommy loves your delicious cum, and Mommy loves your messy,
shitty body!  You make your Mommy so happy!  She can’t wait
to get that fabulous cock of yours into her pussy.  Would
you like that, baby?  Would you like to make love you your
Mommy?”
     
     “More than anything in the world, Mommy,” the large
shit creature replied, grapping her under the arms and
easily lifting her to her feet.  He was stronger then she
had imagined.  “I love you,” he whispered, then kissed her
hard on the lips, slipping his tongue into her mouth again.
     
     The French kissed for a while, then she pulled away.
“And I love you too.  Are you hungry?  Can I get you
anything?”
     
     “I was a bit hungry,” Billy replied, “until you fed me
your sweet golden nectar.  I think I am a little hungry
still.  Do you have any more?  It was so good!”
     
     “My piss?” she asked.
     
     “Is that what it’s called?”
     
     She laughed and nodded.  “Yes, baby, and you can have
as much as I have, but I can’t go right now.  I’m sorry to
leave you hungry.”
     
     Billy nodded, a bit sullen, but then he perked up.
“Can I drink from your boobs again?”
     
     “You want more milk?  Sure.”
     
     He grabbed her ass with both hands and lifter her up
until her breast was level with his mouth.  Such strength
and power, that was a real turn on!  He started sucking on
her nipple, once more drinking down her breast milk like he
was starving.  He carried her back to the head of the bed,
and set her down gently, settling her into a lying position.
He climbed on top of her, never disengaging his mouth from
her breast.  She wrapped her arms around him, one around his
shoulders and she caressed his back with her fingers.  The
other hand rested on the back of his head, holding it tight
against her tit, not that he needed the encouragement.
     
     Lisa was so relaxed and satisfied as he suckled her
breast, and his warm mushy body covered her like a thick
comforter.  Before long, she was dozing off again, dreaming
that she was enveloped completely by her lover’s soft body
and that his shit filled every orifice, stretching her
further than she had ever been stretched before.  His body
fucked every part of her at the same time, even yanked and
bit at her nipples.  Her womb was expanded again, much more
so then when she had been pregnant, but it was not because
another baby was forming inside it, it was because she was
filled by so much of his shit in her ass and cunt, and he
continued to fill her and fuck her and make her cum.  She
was so warm and happy within her son.
     
     Billy suckled for a long time, and when the flow slowed
for that breast, he switched the other and continued to
drink.  When that milk slowed its flow, he returned to the
first, its supply renewed completely.  In fact, after
draining one breast, he noticed that when he returned to it
again, it was larger and more full then it had been when he
had left started feeding from it.  When he had finally drunk
his fill, a little over two hours after he has started,
Billy had grown to seven feet tall and had the body of an
athlete, with finely sculpted, bulging muscles. He had had
to alternate between Lisa’s breasts six times each, before
he was full, and her tits had grown from a large C cup to a
massive E, maybe even an F cup and her nipples stuck out a
good inch, possibly more.
     
Billy hoped she didn’t mind, but he thought she looked even
sexier then before.  He wanted to fuck his Mommy so badly,
his cock throbbed and oozed cum onto the sheets, but he
decided to let her sleep.  He went into the living room and
turned on the TV.