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 Caution--The following fiction contains scenes so vile, disconcerting and
disgusting that it should not be read by anyone........Unless maybe those
that move their lips while reading.  It could, however, be considered
required reading for those over 119 years, believe they know what is best
for others, have even flirted with the idea of joining the tea party or are
homophobes, misogynistic, or racist.



   (bdsm, fist, gang)

   Fist Beaten

   I guess I should have noticed it before but I didn't until he was
footfucking me.  I mean I knew it at the time of the big gangbang a couple
of weeks ago but it just didn't register.  That was also the time when all
restraints dropped away.  Tony had arranged for my first gangbang as a
surprise.  It was something we had talked about as one of my fantasies but
I was never should I could go through with it.

   For our anniversary we were going to do something I was eager to try, a
foray into bondage.  I opened his presents and pulled out cuffs, ropes,
clips, floggers, paddles, a sling and other assorted items.  I was excited
about all this yet still not 100% sure.  I was going to give myself to him
totally as his sexual slave, a submissive.  I liked the idea of not having
control and therefore responsibility for my actions.  I could just let
myself go, or so I hoped.

   We started out slowly.  He ordered me to stand in front of him and do a
strip, the most erotic one I could.  I put on appropriate music and started
dancing to the music.  Running my hands over my body, lifting my skirt to
flash him, cupping my breasts and pinching my nipples through my shirt and
bra, I carefully watched him for his reactions.  As he got more turned on
so did I.  Slowly I began to unbutton my shirt, pausing frequently to
caress myself after each button was opened.  I slid my hands over my chest
then slid my fingers down to cup myself between my legs.  Gradually I
unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it out of my skirt and tossed it to the
side.

   I mashed my breasts forcing them to push out around the bra cups, heaps
of flesh spilling over.  I lowered my hands, dragging down my bra until the
areola was exposed; my nipples just barely inside.  I bent over and shook
my shoulders causing my boobs to bounce and sway; barely remaining tucked
inside my bra.  I liked to hear the gentle slapping sounds of my breasts
bouncing against one another as they fought to spill out.  My hands were
unfastening the waistband of my skirt then plunging down inside, under my
panties and over my shaven mound.

   Already my vagina was wet and I used my finger to tap roughly against my
opening, wet sounds mingling with the slapping of my breasts.  With one
hand I worked my skirt over my round hips, keeping the other hand inside my
panties.  When my skirt dropped to the floor, pooling around my feet, I
stepped out of it and kicked it to the side.  Standing straight up I showed
myself to him using one hand to mold my barely encased breasts, the other
to stroke over my pussy.  I pushed one breast out of the bra, letting it
flop down.  As I moved to the music it swayed heavily back and forth,
covering the arm that extended down between my legs, then rolling off and
swaying to the other side of my body.

   Removing the hand from my pussy I drew it up my body, leaving a cool,
wet streak on my skin.  My fingers still retained enough of my juice that
when I sucked them into my mouth I got a full taste of my sex.  I plunged
my hand back into my pussy, inserting all four fingers inside then bringing
them back to my mouth.  I pushed all four fingers inside and sucked on
them, relishing my taste.  I withdrew them and reaching behind released my
bra.  Moving closer to him I squatted down until my tender, rigid, full
nipples were dragging on his thighs.  Ever so slowly I stood up, letting my
nipples abrade across his clothes, long hard nipples tingling so that my
legs started to shake.  They hung before him, moving over his legs then up
his shirt and finally across his face.

   I stepped back and used both hands to massage my mound through my
panties.  The fabric between my legs saturated with my juices.  I pushed my
fingers inside as far as I could, enjoying the rough feel against the
opening into my pussy.  With one hand I reached behind and gathered the
fabric between my butt cheeks.  Doing the same with the fabric in front I
worked my stretched panties over my clit, adding to the shaking of my legs.
When I couldn't stand it any longer I pulled them off with one hand then
reached between my legs and held them with one hand from behind and one in
front.  Sawing my panties between my legs was excruciatingly stimulating.
The roughness of the material rasping over my clit and between my swollen
lips became unbearable.

   I paused to catch my breath, never taking my eyes off Tony, enjoying the
excitement I was promoting within him.  I held my panties between my hand
and vagina and began to push them into my sopping pussy.  I worked them in
part way then let them hang between my legs and rubbed my fingers lightly
across my clit letting my juices soak into them until they were saturated
and my juice was dripping onto the floor.  I reached behind me, my hand
parting my ass and worked the material hanging between my legs into my
asshole until there was only a small fraction of my panties exposed.  I
continued to frig myself as I stood before him, listening to his heavy
breathing.  Moving closer towards him until I was straddling his legs I
pulled the sopping fabric from inside me.  Making sure he was watching me I
brought them up to my face, then leaning my head back and opening my mouth
wide I squeezed them, wringing out my juices and capturing the flow in my
mouth.  When I could wring no more out I sank to my knees before him,
holding a mouthful of my spending.  Putting my face in front of his I
opened my mouth so he could see my juice inside, then slowly let it slide
down my throat.

   He couldn't take anymore.  He pushed me roughly aside and commanded me
to stand.  He called me abusive and degrading names and I took it, wanting
to be his sex slave, wanting his degradation.  He fastened the new cuffs to
my wrists and ankles then told me to pick up the rest of the equipment and
ordered me to follow him.  I walked behind him to the porch where,
unbeknownst to me he had screwed in metal eyes in the ceiling and floor. 
He used the metal snap clips to attach my ankles to the eyebolts in the
floor, spreading my legs wide apart.  Then, threading ropes through the
rings of the cuffs and then through the eyebolts in the ceiling he pulled
my arms up and out.  I enjoyed the open and exposed feeling.  Maybe I
wasn't supposed to enjoy it too much as he pulled the ropes tightly.  So
tightly my arms and legs were almost rigid, my heaving chest showing my
ribcage in stark detail, my low hanging breasts flaring off to either side.

   He told me that as he worked me over to say green if I wanted more,
yellow if I was growing close to my limit and red to stop what he was
doing. Mentally I was prepared to only say green.  He explained that he was
going to flog me and use the leather paddle and perhaps some other things.
That I was going to be blindfolded and he would be the only contact I would
have with my surroundings.  With that he placed the blindfold over my face
and all sight was shut off.  It was an unnerving but highly stimulating
experience.  I loved the sensual feel of being spread and open, of the cool
breeze blowing over me, it was all very erotic.

   I stood there for a while with nothing happening.  I could hear him
doing something but wasn't sure what.  Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my
left nipple.  He had flicked it with his finger.  I involuntarily jerked
and tried to pull away but my movements were severely limited.  He began to
flick my nipples rapidly and I made sharp intakes with my breath.  It was
painful but not overly so, but more than that it was exciting.  I likened
it to the pleasure/pain I got from being fisted; especially when he doubled
fisted me.  That near orgasmic delight coupled with the aching pain and
feeling of accomplishment.  The sensation was something I was not
unfamiliar with, just in a different way.  I stopped trying to jerk away
and as the rapid attack on my nipples continued, I began to thrust my body
towards him to the small limits the bonds allowed.

   Suddenly he stopped and I thrust forward my body more, searching for
that sensation, but there was nothing, only silence.  Then, WHAM!  and my
butt exploded.  He had used the flogger across my ass.  It wasn't so much
the pain, he didn't do it hard, but I reflexively jerked, thrusting my hips
forward.  He hit me again and my ass felt warm, again, then again, and
more, and the warmth spread to my pussy, then over my body.  God, this was
good.  I said "Green" and my ass exploded again.  He hit me much harder and
I flinched, but could take it.  I heard a whoosh sound then another blow,
then once more.  Then nothing.  I waited, my ass cheeks clenched, but
nothing.  Silence, then, just before the next blow a whoosh and my ass
rocked.  For the first time I noticed the loud slap of the leather strands
across my flesh that accompanied the blow.

   Suddenly he was beating my ass like mad and my body was on fire.  I
wiggled in frustration, wanting something to rub against my burning clit
but only blow after blow rained against my ass.  Again it stopped abruptly.
Then the forewarning whoosh but nothing happened.  I had involuntarily
tightened my ass but no blow.  I groaned in frustration, wanting the lash.
He unloaded a violent slash against my ass.  I told you to be quiet he
said, you can only say three things.  I whimpered in apology.  Shit, I was
really getting into this.  I tensed for the next blow but nothing.  I
sensed him moving but was unsure of exactly where.  I waited and listened.
My expectation growing, becoming unbearable, when my tits exploded as he
lashed out at them.  I screamed out, mostly in surprise, and he growled
"shut up!" and beat against my breasts.  He wasn't hitting me hard, it
certainly wasn't painful, it didn't sting, just a slight burning glow.

   Once again I breathed "green" and immediately the intensity increased.
He began to strike repeatedly, alternating tits.  He hit me hard enough to
cause my breasts to flop across my chest before swinging back.  He worked
my tits over and the tension on my arms increased as my legs began to
shake. My knees bent slightly with my sexual excitement.  My tits flopped
more wildly.  They pulled heavily on my chest with their wild movements,
stimulating me even more.  I began to thrust my hips within the limits of
my bindings, searching for release.

   Suddenly my pussy exploded as he laid the flogger across my mound,
whipping up between my legs.  The ribbons of leather smashed against my
clit, a few strands working briefly between my pussy lips.  My legs
collapsed as my body exploded into orgasm.  I couldn't stifle the moans and
gasps that escaped and he beat me over and over, slapping the flogger
between my legs.  Almost my entire weight was borne by my arms, my legs
only used to thrust my body forward as I bucked my hips in my orgasm.  My
body was slick with sweat, my breast sticking to my torso, then rolling
off. I was powerless to stop him from striking me and my orgasm continued,
stimulated by the lashings.  It was becoming overbearing but I refused to
say "Red" and he kept flogging me.  I was crying in desperation but it was
unceasing.  I could barely catch any breath; I just convulsed over and
over. Finally my body could not take anymore and I sank down, hanging
limply by my arms as he continued to flail between my legs.  Eventually he
grew tired and stopped.  I could hear him panting from his effort.  I tried
to gasp out my gratitude to him but I couldn't catch my breath, I just hung
there.

   Eventually I regained my composure and straightened my wide spread legs.
My breathing beginning to return to normal, I tried easing the stress on my
arms by raising a little onto my toes.  I hung my head forward and leaned
my body, trying to adjust my position.  My long tits hung down, swaying,
and the cool breeze felt wonderful as it blew over my sweaty skin.  With my
eyes blinded I used my other senses to figure out what was going on.  I
mentally took stock of my situation, letting my mind wander over my body
and enjoying the sensations of being openly exposed, helpless, dependent on
him.  He began to caress my body, stroking me.  His fingers roamed over my
body as if touching me for the first time.  My senses calmed and I enjoyed
his gentle caresses, feeling so close to him, grateful for his touch. 
Sweetly he explored me with wonderful sensual movements.  His hands brushed
lightly over me, stroking me with as much sensitivity as a short time
before he had been beating me.  As much as I had enjoyed and been aroused
by his abuse I know felt soothed by his touch.  He stroked my swaying
breasts and all the heat that had been there vanished, gently he kissed my
nipples and they erected when his lips were removed and the cool air
caressed them.

   When the leather paddle smashed onto my tits I was totally unprepared.
He hit them with such force that they were knocked to the side, slapping
across my side.  As they swung back he used the paddle on them again,
whipping them back and forth like two long and full punching bags.  Their
weight was such that as they flailed it jerked my entire body to the side.
The pummeling stopped and they swung back to hang heavily.  Only for a
moment was there a respite.  Then the paddle smashed across my ass.  I
couldn't contain the scream torn from me.  I heard someone screaming
"GREEN! GREEN!" That couldn't be me but the beating increased in intensity.
I couldn't explain it; I am not a pain freak but being bound like this,
with no defenses against his attack, was incredibly stimulating.  It was
like being stretched, having my pussy and asshole reamed to greater
dimensions.  Just as I always wanted my holes opened further I wanted more
of this.

   Tony must have been standing along my side because suddenly I felt the
lash of the flogger across my tits.  My body flailed against my bonds.  I
could feel my ass flesh shaking after each blow.  My tits careened all over
so that sometimes he missed them and the lashes struck my belly.  I
couldn't get enough as his blows pelted me.  I forgot that my vocabulary
was limited to three words as I screamed for him to beat me, to punish me,
to fuck me, to revile and degrade me.  I was going insane with lust,
throwing myself about, when it stopped, unbelievably he stopped.  There was
a moment of silence as I was caught unawares then I begged him to resume. I
pleaded but there was nothing.  I quieted for a moment, to gather my
breath, and I heard a voice say, "Damn, she just can't get enough!"

   MY God!  There was someone else there.  I cocked my head, trying to hear
better, then I heard a babble of voices and realized there was more than
one person.  I had no idea of how many, where did they come from?  I heard
them discussing me.  For a 43 year old woman I wasn't bad, round ass, long
tapering legs, large full breasts hanging low off my chest, slightly
rounded stomach, the years had been kind to me.  I was pleased with me body
yet to hear them discussing me like someone else was disconcerting.  Who
gave them the right?  They referred to me as bitch or cunt or slut, and I
wasn't.  Where was Tony?  Why did he let them talk about me?  What was
going on?  I was starting to get a little scared and demanded that they
release me.  No one replied to me, it was as if I wasn't there.

   Hands started roaming my body, pulling, poking, and prodding.  I
screamed at them.  Then I heard Tony's voice.  He called me his slut, his
sub; I was his property to do with, as he wanted.  He told me to shut up
and obey.  I realized that this was part of the role playing for my
anniversary present but I hadn't bargained for this.  I did shut up but was
feeling nervous.

   I felt someone releasing my hands, and then my ankles from the eyebolts.
Someone led me a few steps away, and then something was going on which I
couldn't place.  They continued to talk about me in the third person, never
addressing me.  Suddenly hands grabbed me behind my legs and under my arms
and lifted me up.  They commented about how slippery I was, from my cunt
juices and my sweat.  They sniffed loudly at my body and made crude
comments, laughing at me.  I should have been angered, incensed over this
treatment but I meekly took it.  Restrained and blindfolded as I was robbed
me of my normal self.  I felt like a slave, like a piece of meat for them
to use.

   As they lifted me into the horizontal I was carried a short ways then
set down into something that wrapped around me.  It supported me from the
neck to my ass.  When my head fell back it was caught by a support.  My
feet were pulled up and back then locked into place.  I was in the sling.
In this position my holes were open to their view and they continued with
their comments.  Discussing my attributes, commenting on them, probing my
body.  Hands pulled my breasts, spread my pussy lips, fingers were inserted
into my mouth.  Despite the degrading position I was growing aroused.

   There was a short discussion about who should take me first and suddenly
a cock was sliding into my pussy.  At the same time someone grabbed my head
and forced it back and a cock was shoved into the back of my mouth.  I
tired to suck it but it was to dry, I hadn't worked up enough saliva.  He
kept forcing it into me and as my mouth moistened it began to slide in more
easily.  I relaxed my jaw and throat and his wet cock bounced against my
throat.  I worked at relaxing and pushed my head back, feeling him enter my
throat and his pubic hair was pressing against my face.  That was a sign
for him I guess as he held my head in his hands and fucked my mouth.  Short
strokes at first, then long ones as I deep throated him.  He then pulled
out and I felt him tense and a load of his cum shot into my mouth.  Quickly
he forced himself all the way down my throat until my face was plastered
against his belly.  My mouth was forced against him over and over as the
guy in my cunt fucked me hard.  He held himself there as he emptied himself
down my throat.  I started to panic, as he remained there, unable to
breathe.  My throat started to work on his shaft, trying to suck in air. 
Finally he pulled out and I gasped for breath, sucking in deep mouthfuls.
Long strings of his cum and my saliva dripped across my face and onto the
deck.

   Another guy took his place and I started to blow him.  The guy fucking
me said "Switch" and the guy in my mouth pulled out, as did the guy in my
pussy.  I tasted myself on him when he shoved his cock in my mouth.  Man
after man fucked me in the face, cunt or ass.  I begged for them to shoot
in my mouth and many did.  Sometimes I could not swallow fast enough and
their cum rolled off my face but I was able o swallow most of it.  As they
continued to use me I grew more excited.  Some guys seemed to have jacked
off on my body and I could feel it running off me.  My mouth started to get
sore and tired after about the tenth guy but they were uncaring.  I had no
idea how many times I was fucked but it seemed endlessly.  It got to the
point that I became what they thought of me, just a slut to be used as a
fuck site.  I knew nothing else; my whole reason for existing was as a
sexual machine.  For hours I was at their mercy, the only difference for
them was they could take a break.  I was just a receptacle for their cum.

   I found out later that I had received between 60 and 70 loads.  They
continued to use me though.  I knew they had food and drink but none was
ever offered to me.  However I didn't need any, I was fully satisfied as
their slut.  When they began to slow down I egged them on.  Pleading for
them to use me more.  I begged for them to use me in any way the wanted, to
degrade me, get more men, spit on me, abuse me.  I was going to be
satisfied with nothing else.  I never neared orgasm but rather stayed in a
constantly aroused state.  I felt I wasn't worthy of having an orgasm, I
didn't deserve it, and I just wanted them to use me.

   Many of them gave out before I did and that was when Tony stepped in. 
He told the guys he was going to take me for a ride, show them what I
really was.  I felt him put his hand against my cunt, curl it into a fist,
then with one quick thrust he shoved it inside me.  I heard all sorts of
exclamations from the guys when he did that.  He fisted me briefly, then
jerked his hand out and told them that was what I really liked.  There was
a brief commotion; they were fighting to be first.  Someone won as another
hand bumped against my pussy.  Inexpertly he moved it over my cunt and just
forced it in.  He didn't care if the angle was right or the technique was
proper, but it didn't matter.  I was just their cum bucket, their toy. 
Tony did give him a little coaching and soon he was pummeling in and out of
me.  Sometimes with long stokes, burying his fist until he was pressed hard
against my cervix.  Other times in the short violent strokes that ground
his knuckles in and out and sent skyrockets shooting off inside me.

   Finally I was getting truly aroused.  Moving out of that dream like
erotic state into the intense sexual realm of fisting.  Over and over I was
fisted, big hands, little hands.  My cunt was over flowing.  My G-spot
rubbed raw; slamming into it with a fist that then bounced off my pubic
bone as it was withdrawn.  The squishy sound of a wet cunt being manhandled
was loud in my ears.  One guy jerked his hand out of my pussy and kneaded
it against my ass hole, there was a pause then he pressed it hard against
my anal ring.  When he popped in I jerked from the pain but quickly
recovered and thrilled to him when he began to punch fuck my ass.  I begged
them for more; I begged them to go harder and to stretch me out as far as I
could go.

   While one guy tried his first ass fisting with me another guy started
working his hand into my cunt.  He needed a bit more pressure, and then he
popped in with ease.  I pleaded to have the blindfold removed so that I
could watch.  I was so grateful when they complied.  I had begun to refer
to myself in the third person like they were.  I told them "the slut wants
to see, please let the pussy pig watch you abuse her".  It was the first
chance to see what I looked like.  My body was shiny with all their cum and
my sweat and piss.  I had peed several times while they were fucking me but
they had never paused, even when I was squirting over them.  My tits were
still red from the beating but there were no welts or anything.  The areola
was swollen and broad across the tips of my breasts, the nipples rigid and
hard.  My cunts lips were enormously swollen and elongated, my clit clearly
visible sticking up between them.

   I begged them over and over to open me, to double fist me.  There were
two guys fisting me, one in my ass and one in my cunt.  Another guy reached
over and tried to slide his hand in my cunt.  The guy already inside pushed
in as deeply as he could go, forcing his clenched fist in so deep that my
pussy held him about four inches past his wrist.  The one trying to get his
hand in looked to Tony for guidance, but he only shrugged.  So he resumed
sliding it inside me.  I was the loosest I had ever been but also I had
never been doubled with a hand in my ass.  I tensed up as he tried to work
it in, then forced myself to relax.  I held my breath as he pushed harder.
He kept hitting my pubic bone preventing him from going in.  I suggested he
try it from the side instead.  Actually what I said was "maybe the slut
could take your hand if you fistfucked her sideways".  He sneered at me and
continued pushing from the top.  He forced the hand below his hard against
the one in my ass then pushed hard.  His hand popped in and I groaned in
relief.  They tried fucking me but I was too tight.  The sling swung
towards them as the pulled and away as they pushed.  A couple guys got
behind me and held it steady.  Even with that they could barely move their
hands.  They pushed in and out with short strokes, gradually growing more
violent.

   With one strong pull, and the guys behind me pulling in the opposite
direction, their hands popped out.  The one in my ass stayed in, barely
noticed.  They pushed back in together, forcing my cunt to open and ride up
over their hands.  I had never felt anything so mind numbingly intense. 
The cunt begged for someone to rub her clit but no one listened.  They
pulled out again, then back in.  I began to buck against them, hunching my
hips, trying to fuck their hands.  Within 15 minutes they were moving
easily in and out, fucking me furiously.  I ached to cum, throwing myself
at them as best I could.  The one in the ass started to join in with them,
pulling out, then back inside in unison with them.  They went faster and
faster, with greater force.  The air whooshed out of my lungs with every
thrust; my abdomen bulged with the combined mass of their fists.  The arms
were a blur now as they fucked me.

   I could barely contain myself in my efforts to come.  My cunt was
grasping and clenching involuntarily, trying to orgasm.  As the three hands
fucked me I threw my body about.  I did this and threw off the motion of
the one fucking my ass and his hand started to go into my cunt with the
other two.  When they didn't go in this caught the two guys behind me off
guard and they staggered back.  Quickly they recovered and pushed me back
against the guys fucking me.  They teetered at the opening to my cunt, and
then the muscles gave way, permanently stretched open, and admitted all
three hands inside my cunt.  I screamed and thrashed about.  The pain
searing through my body.  They grasped their hands inside my body and tried
to pull the mass out.  My cunt had given way once, and did again.  They
pulled out, my lips stretched around their hands before reluctantly letting
go.  The pain flashed through my body and before I had a chance to recover
they were inside again.  They fucked me repeatedly and the pain gave way to
a sexual eroticism that stretched limitlessly before me.  My cunt became an
open maw, gaping widely when they yanked out of me, my belly dropped
visibly, then mushroomed out again with the in stroke.

   I had had it.  I couldn't take anymore.  My body twitched and jerked in
a vain attempt to orgasm.  No one would help.  I wanted them to stop, I
pleaded with them over and over to stop fucking the whore.  Maybe they
didn't understand me, as all they seemed to hear was more, more, more.  A
guy stepped up and tried to slide his hand in as well.  My cunt was already
wrapped around three arms; three fists were ramming in and out of me.  My
pussy gaped open at least six inches when it was empty and they were trying
to put more in.  The fourth guy pushed harder.  The other three held their
hands inside me while he pushed.  He made a little progress but I could see
by the strain on his face that he couldn't push any harder.  I kept
repeating the "whore is full' but it came out as "fuck me more".  Another
guy grabbed the fourth arm and helped push.  It went in a little further.
Guys were pounding their meat over me, spraying my body with their cum.  My
belly was swollen obscenely by the fists inside me.  I couldn't get over
the look of that.  My hugely swollen belly, red from where I had been
flogged.

   I felt my cunt give way as it always seemed to do and his hand slid
inside to join the others.  My white taught cunt lips were wrapped tight
around four arms, their hands buried deep inside me.  They tried to fuck me
but I must have some limits, as they couldn't pull them out together. 
Instead I was being lifted out of the sling, suspended and hanging from
their arms.  They pushed and pulled but only lifted me up then dropped my
back down.  I couldn't accept what was happening.  I couldn't understand
it; my mind could not comprehend.  Most of the time I couldn't see what was
happening, my abdomen too swollen to see over.  Only when they lifted me up
and my head fell forward could I see.  With one great lunge, then recoil,
they tried to pull out of me.  They lifted me up, almost over their heads,
my hands and feet still connected to the sling.  Someone released me and I
was lifted over their heads.  They paraded around with me raised above
them. They pumped their arms and that movement was enough.  I roared into
an orgasm as my body convulsed.  My entire being contracted then expanded
with each cum.  This went on endlessly as they bounced me up and down, high
in the air.  I kicked out with my feet and threw my arms about as I came.
Juice flowed out of me as I spewed the build up cum.  I slid further down
their arms, nearing the combined width of their elbows.  Time had stood
still.  My tits flailed against my swollen belly.

   Finally my body went slack; I had no more to give.  My legs and arms
hung limply as my body draped over the four arms deep inside my body.  They
continued to parade me around long after I lost consciousness.  My body
twitching reflexively, my mind numb to everything.

   Now, two weeks later, Tony's foot inside me, I watched as my belly moved
with his movements.  The sight of my expanded abdomen came flooding back to
me and I knew that I had to try something to expand my belly.  I wanted to
look nine months pregnant and that was going to be my next adventure.
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