Saturday morning, when Karen and I drove to the airport to meet Tricia's homecoming flight, was a bittersweet moment. I was fifteen pounds heavier, the increase being most noticeable in my belly and rear end, and I squirmed uncomfortably in the passenger seat, dressed in jeans that were three sizes too small with a loose flannel shirt hiding my embonpoint. Underneath my street clothes, I wore a pastel pink bra and panty set, also three sizes too small, a heavily boned waist cincher, a vibrating buttplug up my ass, and clamps on my nipples. For the ride to the airport, Karen had turned the vibrator to high, and reached over occasionally to squeeze my genitals through the denim, keeping me in a constant state of arousal. "My goal is to see you cream your jeans when you first hug Tricia on greeting her. She'll get off on it, I know I'll get off on it, and I'm sure you'll get off on it, too."

"What if I come from this treatment before we even get to the airport?" I ask, concern in my eyes.

"Then we'll just have to start over, and I'll devise a special punishment that I can help Tricia with when we get back to her house." She squeezed my crotch teasingly as she piloted the car east toward the Williamson County Regional Airport. After a few more strokes of her fingers, I moaned and felt my burning seed jet from my penis, coating my belly and panties with my sticky essence. "Looks like you're in for it now," Karen remarked. "You've never been given an old- fashioned green soap enema, have you?"

"No--I've read about the treatment, but I've always dreaded actually getting one." I looked lovingly into her eyes as I asked, "Will it hurt very much?"

"More than you can imagine, especially considering we'll make you hold it at least ten minutes before expelling. I've seen men pass out from such torture." She squeezed my crotch affectionately, then patted my belly in a loving manner, settling into a rhythm where she was kneading my abdomen with increasing firmness.

We pulled up into the parking area, exited the car, locked the doors, and entered the waiting area of the terminal. We sat comfortably, and she drew me into an ardent hug, caressing my back with soothing hands before we disengaged and settled in to wait for the arrival of Tricia's flight.

Since Karen had shut off the vibrator switch to the plug before we entered the small terminal, my dick was only half-hard when we rose to greet Tricia. As I stepped forward to hug my dark-haired lover, I felt Karen reach into my left hip pocket to bring the vibrator unit into life, sending an electric thrill to my prostate. Tricia, sensing what was happening, pressed her center lewdly into mine, whispering, "It appears you're happy to see me." She ground her pelvis against mine until we both groaned in consummation. Then she disengaged from our lewd embrace and stepped back, remarking, "Let me look at you." She ran a hand across my belly, exclaiming, "I like this, Paul. It looks like you've done a good job fattening him up, Karen." Then she slid the same hand over my buttocks, squeezing them obscenely. Smiling approvingly at Karen, she observed, "His ass is fuller. I can't wait to try him out with the new foundation garments and antrium syringe I brought back with me." She looked deeply into my eyes and inquired intently, "Did you come on the drive to the airport?" She felt the wetness at my crotch and continued staring.

"I can't lie to you--between Karen's fondling and the vibrating plug up my tush, I couldn't help it." I lowered my eyes, near tears because I dreaded the prospective punishment for my indiscretion. She caressed my face tenderly, her expression softening, then pulled her hand away.

"Let's go," Tricia replied. "Paul, your furtive pleasures on the ride over are a breach of discipline, and I am going to have to punish you, but just remember that it's all a ritual, a role-playing exercise to awaken your response to erotic stimuli. You have understood the terms of the exchange from the beginning, haven't you?"

"Absolutely, sweet Mistress Tricia, and I acquiesce willingly."

Following Tricia and Karen at the obligatory five-pace distance, I marvelled at the roundness of their big butts, my dick stirring into erection yet again over the thought of fondling, licking, and kissing those magnificent orbs. When we got to Karen's Versailles, she unlocked the doors; Tricia joined me in the back seat for the ride to her house. Once we were on Illinois 13 West, she began undressing me slowly, noting with approval how my cincher caused my belly to bulge out obscenely from the navel down. She squeezed my dick affectionately, then patted my stomach: "Such a round little tummy--I can't wait to make it bigger and watch you grimace in agony when that green soap solution begins to invade your bowels." She reached beneath my panties in back to fondle my asscheeks, adding, "I think a paddling with a sandpaper surface over wet panties is just the ticket for initiating your punishment. That way, it'll really sting when I sIt you down on the toilet to release the brutal purge I'm planning for you." She tapped Karen on the right shoulder, inquiring, "Does that seem like a good idea to you, too, dear friend?"

Karen nodded, replying, "It will be so good to keep him in tears and terror as we celebrate your homecoming. I think I've coddled him way too much while you were away." She fell silent, returning her attention to the highway.

Tricia opened her top to reveal a bra with nipple cutouts. "Kiss my breasts, and don't stop until my nipples are rock-hard." I fell to my task, licking and sucking her delectable aureolae, gently nipping at the points until they were erect like miniature penises. I continued to suckle her, noting by her ragged breathing that her climax was immanent. She writhed in pure joy, whipping her heavy mounds against my face.

As we pulled into Tricia's driveway, she ordered me to adjust my clothing and help her carry her baggage into the house. Then she and Karen converged on me, deftly undressing me to my lingerie and cincher as they pulled me into the master bathroom. Karen began running water and mixing solution into the 3.8 quart clear hospital bag while Tricia took a cup of water and soaked my overly tight panties; she then took an oversized paddle with sixty-grit sandpaper glued on both sides and began pelting my tush furiously. "You're a hopelessly depraved slut, Paula. You couldn't even refrain from coming on the drive over to the airport. I can tell you need a lot more training before you'll ever develop the discipline to obey orders without deviation." She pelted my ass some more, to the point that my cheeks were burning and stinging, then pulled my panties down to observe the color her treatment had brought to my glutei. "Such a pretty shade of crimson," she remarked. "I think I'd like to keep your ass that color for a few weeks running." Pulling my panties down, she delivered one hundred extra swats to each cheek, then bade me lie crosswise in the tub with my feet dangling over the edge.

By this time, Karen had finished mixing the solution, burped the air out of the lines, and approached my rear end with an exam glove lubed with K-Y. She began thrusting fingers up my bung in an exploratory fashion, not satisfied until she was fucking me with three of them. Tricia then began easing the double inflatable nozzle into my hole, inflating the balloon to maximum size. "Don't you think it would be a good idea to gag him for this treatment?" Karen asked. "Do we really want to hear his whimpering?"

"Of course we do--no gag. I want to experience the total pleasure of his suffering, especially when we make him hold it for ten minutes."

Karen opened the clamp to release the caustic solution into my smelliest depths. The warmth of the liquid felt good at first, and its subtle pressure on my prostate, combined with the more palpable contact from the inflatable nozzle, gave me a granite-hard erection. After a minute or so, however, I began to feel the cutting cramps begin to knife through my insides. "Oh, God, it hurts so bad!" I exclaimed, clutching my middle, which felt as if it would explode. "I'm really sorry I came without permission on the ride to the airport. Please stop it--I can't take it anymore. Uhhh-- oohhh--it hurts so bad. I'm really gonna die if you don't close the clamp and take the inflatable nozzle out of my butt." I groaned and writhed in my turned-turtle position in the tub, clutching my belly with increasing agony.

Tricia only snickered and turned to Karen, who was lying on her left side on the bathroom floor, legs slightly apart. "Do you think you're ready to give him a surprise?" she inquired wickedly.

"Yes--I'd say the suppository I inserted just before running the water is about to start working." She rose to a kneeling position, massaging her abdomen as a cutting fart erupted from her bowels. She approached the tub and straddled my face, planting her fanny squarely over me with her asshole positioned just over my nose. "Here's an additional treat for someone who still hasn't learned any self-control." Squatting closer to my nose so I could see every detail of her distended asshole, she farted again, then began passing a glistening turd onto my face. "Sniff deeply, slave--it's a love offering for my favorite ass-licking puppy." I began to cry, gagging at the stench as the turd dropped onto my forehead. She grunted, farting again, and ejected another firm log of her feces onto my head, kneading her tummy to produce another expulsion. Alas, her supply of shit had ended, and she directed, in an icy voice, "Now cleanse my asshole with your tongue."

I gagged at this command, but began to diligently lap at her dirty bung, retching at the earthy scent that emanated from her delectable backside. I belched, utterly nauseated from the soap in my treatment, my stomach in agony from the cramps which had become relentless and, to my mind, life-threatening. Finally, I noted that her nether region was clean and shiny with my saliva, and I planted a final kiss on her anal eye, inserting my tongue in fucking motions until she shook in orgasm. "Very good, slave," Karen remarked. "We have other entertainments for you while you retain your punishment lavage." She moved away and allowed Tricia to take a seat on my face.

I heard the clamp close just as Tricia's fanny covered my face; I began lapping at her asshole with an enthusiasm born of panic. I felt near death from the agonizing cramps which now cut my bowel in waves; the pain was relentless, and I belched nauseously as I smelled the dirty scent of Tricia's butthole. "I had two chili dogs with pepper jack cheese and extra hot sauce before my flight took off from Chicago. I think you'll find the effects interesting." Her ass erupted in a mighty fart, and the methane stench nearly made me pass out. I plunged gamely into my act of analingus, to the effect that Tricia bounced roughly up and down on my face as she exploded in a chain of orgasms, which in turn triggered another series of noxious emissions from her gasbound bowels. Just when I thought I'd pass out, she lifted herself off my face, rose, and took one arm as Karen took the other, the pair leading me to the toilet, where the inflatable nozzle was deflated and deftly removed, and they settled me heavily on the seat.

As I farted and thundered my way into blessed relief, Tricia took my manhood into her mouth, seeking to restore it to life after it had wilted from the effects of the soap and the ensuing cramps. I groaned as the solution exited my rear with continuous cramps and spattering force, my farts rising to rival even those bestowed upon me by my two voluptuous tormentors. While Tricia worshipped my penis with her mouth, Karen kneaded my deflating paunch roughly in an effort to hasten my evacuation. Finally, caught up in sensory overload, I exploded my seed into the brunette's voracious maw and groaned as I felt the last of the wicked purge exit my sore anus. I collapsed against the back of the toilet, breathing stertorous and my face bathed in sweat.

"Rinse cycle?" Karen inquired, and Tricia nodded, rising to rinse the bag under the shower. Adjusting the water temperature skillfully, she filled the bag with steaming water, hung it on the curtain bar, and shut off the shower tap. She and Karen positioned me on my left side in the tub, legs slightly apart to give them better access to my nether regions. I felt a lubed finger enter my behind, stirring my dick to life as it touched my prostate. Then, the insertion of another finger caused me to become hard as granite, and I moaned with pleasure as Tricia continued to fingerfuck my anus, hitting new areas of my prostate with each plunge inward.

"Can you tell how many fingers I have in you?" she inquired lubriciously.

"I'd say two--maybe three. I can't really tell." I was panting in arousal as I answered her.

"Actually, I have everything except my right thumb up your asshole. You're just such a totally depraved little anal slut--I love to stretch your sphincter with my treatments." She shoved her fingers more forcefully in and out of my behind, and I could feel drops of preejaculate emerge from the tip of my penis. Just when I thought I was going to come, she withdrew the fingers and replaced them with the double inflatable nozzle. I felt it expand to full size, and moaned in arousal from the fullness in my nether passage.

"Wait'll he discovers the effects of the Antrium syringe," Karen giggled. "The look of surprise on his face will be worth our efforts." She smiled impishly at me, licking her lips in a lascivious manner.

"I'm glad you took care of that detail, since we forgot to use it for the green soap treatment," Tricia replied. "Since you brought up the issue, I'll expect you to stand by for my signal when I want to use it." She opened the clamp, and I felt the soothing water begin its caressing invasion of my insides. After a moment, I also noticed how steaming hot it was, and I groaned at the spreading heat in my colon.

"Isn't this water a little too hot, Tricia? I feel as if it's going to scald my guts." I began to whimper at the rise in my internal temperature, beads of sweat covering my face and neck.

"To complete the treatment, we have to rinse you with a load of hot water, then a load of cold water. If you think this is a bit harsh, wait until you get a gutful of 60o water." She began to massage my belly gently, working the liquid into new areas of my bowels. I watched her turn toward Karen, and felt rather than saw a sudden rapid increase in the pressure in my insides. I felt bloated, pregnant even, as a large burst of water shot into me almost instantaneously.

I groaned at the intensity of the invasion, my dick still rock-hard, wondering how I was going to endure the whole load. My stomach felt as if it was about to burst, and a cramp began just above my crotch that spread to above my navel. I began to breathe deeper as the pressure of Tricia's hands helped the water in its travel to dissipate the rest of the gas and suds in my colon. Just as the cramps eased off and I began to relax, I felt another mighty burst of water being forced into my insides. I groaned with the fullness, whimpering, "My tummy feels so pregnant--I feel like I'm gonna explode. Can't we stop this? I don't think I can take anymore."

As Tricia was about to reply, I heard Karen remark icily, "Quit your bellyaching, Paula. You know you've taken bigger loads from me while Tricia was at the APA Convention. Just grit your teeth and take it--like Trish said, if you think this hot water treatment makes your belly strain and cramp, you have no idea how much it will hurt when you get nearly a gallon of icy cold water inside you." She squeezed the Antrium syringe bulb yet again to force the last of the water into my stretched insides, then closed the clamp to ensure that none of it would flow back into the bag.

I lay there moaning in agony, sure that I would die before my two tormentors deigned to allow me the sweet release I craved so desperately. I heard Tricia say, "We need to have him do something active to get this stirred up really good. Any ideas, Karen?"

"How about making him fuck one of us doggy-style?" She bent over in front of us, spreading the cheeks of her wide white ass as she wiggled it sensuously back and forth. "How about it, big boy? Do you wanna stick it in me? We won't let you release until after you and I have both come."

"Great idea," Tricia remarked, helping me to my feet, her right hand still pressed against my distended belly. She helped me position myself behind Karen as the latter reached behind to guide my penis into her dripping vulva. I began the rhythms so natural to all mammals, my manhood on fire from the moist heat of Karen's vaginal passage; what I wouldn't have expected was that Tricia would continue to knead my swollen abdomen the entire time I pounded in and out of Karen's pussy. The combination of sensory stimuli soon put me over the edge, and with an impassioned moan, I shot my semen deep into Karen's center just as she screamed in an abandoned climax. I collapsed weakly against her back, nearly unconscious from the agonizing pressure in my colon, until Tricia helped me up, positioned me over the toilet, deflated the inflatable nozzle balloons, and whisked the contraption from my rear.

"Bear down," Karen ordered, and I involuntarily clenched the muscles in my abdomen while she pressed vigorously into my middle. I was correct in assuming that the application of such warm water would hurt more on its exit than on its entry; as the scalding water shot from my rear, it stung my rectum and anus in an excruciating manner. The pressure of Karen's hand against my stomach didn't help matters, either; it only made my suffering more intense. Before I was done expelling, however, she took my dick into her mouth, sucking it into full erection, and I shot another load down her throat before I was done.

Words cannot describe the agony I felt when the pair of ministering angels or tormentors (?) put me through 3.8 quarts of icy cold water. I began to cramp before a pint of water had flowed into me, but there was no relief as the inflatable nozzle in my ass effectively prevented any backwards flow of the frigid water. Within seconds, Tricia began a brutal massage of my abdomen with a large, powerful vibrator, remarking, "We need to get this water worked into every little nook and cranny of your bowels so it will clean you out very thoroughly." She pressed harder and harder into my midsection while Karen began pelting my tush with the sandpaper paddle once again. At some point, the overload was unbearable, and I felt a violent lurch in my belly just before I ejaculated with incredible force and passed out.

When I came to, Karen and Tricia were kneeling on either side of me on the bed, Karen to the left, and both had their callypygous fannies pointed at my face. I groaned, the belly cramps from the icy solution I still retained in sudden competition with the erection stirring from the sight of these magnificent gluteal mounds. What I wanted more than anything else was to take my dick in hand and pump it to sweet release while whipsawing my head back and forth to observe these succulent rumps. What I did instead was to begin licking each tush, alternating between them in two- to three-minute intervals. I was in erotic heaven, and I could tell by Karen's and Tricia's moaning that they felt the same. As I moved from Tricia's buns to Karen's, Tricia changed her position on the bed, sprawling with her legs wrapped around my right leg, her face resting against the right side of my body as she lazily began rubbing my swollen tummy, alternating her stroking there to trace her fingers lightly down the insides of my thighs. Naturally, my crank was now hard as steel, and I moaned in sensual overload as her mouth positioned itself over my obdurate erection.

I began thrusting my tongue deeper and deeper into Karen's relaxing bunghole, causing her to shake in her kneeling position; I could see the lubrication dripping off her labia once when I moved away for a quick breath of air. Karen's sphincter was so relaxed by now that she began emitting harmless airy little farts every time I withdrew my tongue from its wrinkled depths. My dick felt ten feet long, and I knew that my crisis would soon arrive. Just when I thought I was about to come, Karen pulled her tush away from my face, stood up, and announced, "It's time to get Paul(a) into the bathroom. Don't you think so, Tricia?" She smiled at her raven-haired spiritual sister and started rubbing my distended abdomen as Tricia removed her mouth from my penis and began rubbing the right side of my middle. A minute or so later, they each took one of my shoulders to help me walk into the john, still rubbing my bloated gut as we made the trip.

They positioned me over the toilet seat, Tricia caressing my heinie while deflating the inflatable nozzle balloon and easing the contraption from my rear. They settled me on the seat, Karen hissing, "Hold your water, Paul(a). We have another surprise in store for you." She gently rubbed my exploding midsection as she said this. Tricia positioned herself on her knees, her face moving in to wrap her lips around my woodie, while Karen pressed harder into my tummy until I thought I'd puke and pass out again. At the next moment, Karen stood up, helping Tricia position herself so her fanny was pointed at me at eye level.

"Kiss my ass good, Paul(a)," Tricia commanded. She shoved her rear against my face as Karen took over the task of fellating me. My dick again felt on the verge of exploding, and I still hadn't been ordered to release the one hundred twenty-two or so ounces of water inside my swollen belly. Within minutes, Tricia was on my lap, spreading the cheeks of her wonderful big white ass to impale her poop-chute on my granite erection. She began bouncing up and down on my thighs as Karen squatted by my side, moving her mouth to mine to begin a dialogue of soul kisses that sent me to the stars. I was literally in erotic heaven, and my two tormentors groaned as much from arousal as I did from my combination of lust and agony. Finally, Tricia shouted, "Release, Paul(a)," and I relaxed my sphincter to let the huge load of water and fecal residue begin its exploding exit.

Tricia began increasing the pace of our obscene coupling; her tight sphincter felt so wonderful around my aching erection that I couldn't hold out long, especially with Karen's tongue in my mouth pushing me still closer to orgasm. My tummy resounded with cramps from the cold water which was still issuing from my bung when I felt that inner lurch (some call it "male anal orgasm") in my belly and felt my seed begin its fiery journey into Tricia's anal depths. It seems like I came forever, my semen rocketing out of me in at least a dozen powerful bursts that set off Tricia's orgasm as well. I could hear Karen moaning in consummation as well; looking down, I saw that she still had her left hand buried in her crotch. We hung there, suspended in bliss, while my colon emptied itself in a farting, gurgling expulsion.

After wiping me, Karen and Tricia escorted me into the shower and turned on the taps, the three of us suspended in the langour of afterglow; hands and tongues traveled over bodies as we huddled under the soothing spray. At some point we were all seated on the tub floor, the middle finger of my right hand buried up Tricia's butt while my left performed the same service for Karen. Tricia and I were soul kissing while she probed my sphincter with her left hand; Karen was licking and fisting my reawakened manhood. Tricia pulled her tongue from my right ear to remark offhandedly to Karen, "I think we all should take high colonics. Karen, are you game?"

"Yeah--but please don't shoot me." She gave my dick a final stroke, rose, and went to get the five-quart bags and oversized tubes for our next scenario. Tricia squatted over my lap, her fanny aimed at my groin, and instructed, "Play with my tits while you fuck my ass, okay? Paul(a), I see that androgyny suits you well. After the colonic, we'll dress you up and seduce you in true dyke fashion. You're one of the girls now, baby." She rubbed her succulent buttocks against my awakening member before spreading them with both hands, easing her sphincter over my dick, and plunging all the way down. "Ohhhh, yesss!" she yelled. "Fuck my ass hard." She began bouncing furiously up and down as I felt my erection swell even bigger and harder inside her moist heat. It was like fucking molten butter, and I knew I had to make it last for as long as I could, so I began thinking about pig farming and terrorist activities and baseball statistics and just about anything at all except the sweet female tush spearing itself on my penis.

Meanwhile, I was mauling Tricia's tits with both hands, pulling hard on her nipples and squeezing the soft flesh roughly. I could tell by her ragged breathing that she was as close to the edge as I was, and I took my courage in hand, whispering, "God you have a sweet asshole, Trish. I think I could do this all night and the next three days before I even stopped to eat or sleep." I began more vigorous thrusting movements with my pelvis as I continued to pay rough homage to her bouncing breasts.

Karen reentered the room; from the corner of my eye I could see her hanging the three bloated kidney bags of steaming water from the shower curtain rod. Soon, she was seated at my left, her right hand going to stroke my thighs as she thrust her tongue into my left ear. "We're gonna make you come so good, Paul(a)," she whispered breathily. Her left hand went to work in Trish's crotch as the three of us revolved on a carousel of dizzy lust. My heart felt like it was going to pound itself out of my chest, so furious was its beat and pulse. I by this time was busy with my left hand in Karen's crotch, my right continuing to maul Trish's breasts. The three of us hung there for star-splayed eternities before exploding in a quivering mass of satiated flesh, breath stertorous, our bodies bathed in sweat.

When we came to, Karen was inserting the tubes into our rears, grunting to insert her own as soon as she'd finished with me and Tricia. She instructed me to lie on my left side with my penis inserted into Tricia's vagina from the rear, then she straddled our heads so we could alternate lapping at her sex as she opened the clamps on all three bags, releasing the steamy water into our thirsty backsides. My dick felt hard enough to drive nails as I pounded in and out of Tricia's molten cunt walls; her ragged breathing told me she was incredibly aroused as well. Karen, to her credit, began writhing around over our heads, an occasional pussy-fart swelling from her glistening labia. We all shuddered and shook from orgasm numerous times as the water filled us, bloating our tummies outwards and making us all feel deliciously stuffed. I felt my dick give another lurch, then the piercing sweetness as I jetted my seed into Tricia's slick, hot vagina, experiencing the snapping sensation of her labia opening and closing rhythmically with yet another series of incredible climaxes.

Karen, above us, was panting in arousal and utterly depraved need, her breath growing increasingly ragged. As Tricia tongued her clitoris closer to the edge, I began stabbing mine in and out of her labia, reaming her cooze as deep as I could. With a cry, Karen sank back against the floor, her body spasming in what had to be the grand-daddy of all climaxes; when she recovered, she gently caressed our distended bellies and urged us on to yet another orgasm. We dissolved into a semicoma of sensual bliss. Ten minutes later, Tricia moaned, "God, I think my belly's gonna bust wide open." She rose, hobbled to the toilet and pulled the thick tube from her rear before settling her tush on the seat. Powerful gurglings and rumblings and farts emanated from her midsection as she sat clutching her abdomen from the cramps.

Karen and I were engaged in a hot sixty-nine as a means of distracting each other from the explosive urgency we were both experiencing. Just as I thought my belly was going to burst, I felt the burning sweetness of my sperm traveling from my testes to eject forcefully down Karen's throat; her pelvis bucked at my face as she rode my tongue to her own orgasm. We disengaged ourselves, Karen whisking the tube from her rear before settling herself on the toilet with a loud, wet fart. As she passed her waste products, Tricia came to my side, rubbing my belly gently as I awaited my turn. She took my flaccid cock into her mouth and fellated me to another explosive climax. I turned to my side, clutching my gut and weeping in agony, praying for Karen to finish at the toilet quickly. Then she was done, and she came over to take one of my arms as she and Tricia guided me to the john and eased the tube from my bung. I sank to the seat, clutching my belly as the load of water made its explosive exit. The cramps were intense, and I gave vent to unrestrained farting as Karen and Tricia stroked my abdomen gently, urging me to empty completely. At last, I slumped exhausted against the tank, supported by four hands that began caressing me ever more perversely before the two women assisted me in rising and helped me into the shower, where we stood huddled in a soapy grope.

------------------------------------------------------------------ After the shower, we dried each other with thick towels and moved en masse to the bedroom, where Tricia announced, "While I was in Chicago, I picked up some new garments that will emphasize your recently acquired embonpoint." She took three shopping bags from her pullman suitcase and handed them to me. The first contained lingerie, including sheer lace panties (in pink, blue, beige, white, red, and black), matching bras, a size 42DD breast form, waist cinching garterbelts in colors to match the bras and panties, a black lace heavily boned corset, several pairs of nylon and silk stockings, and lace bodysuits in the same colors. "They're all the same size," she continued. "I think black is the color for you today, since you've been so bad." I began to don the garments, noticing that the panties were almost too tight to pull up over my hips. Tricia nodded, smiling with approval. "I think Karen has done a good job fattening you up," she noted. "I can't wait to see how your tummy bulges when we give you that melted ice cream fillup Karen was telling me about when you were taking a whizz in the airport men's room."

"Yeah," Karen seconded. "Especially since we'll be having Rima and Andrea come over to watch, too. They haven't seen you since before we started you on the weight-gain diet." She patted my bulging belly, then kneaded my paunch gently, continuing, "You're such a submissive male--it's nice to see you with more feminine curves. Now bend over so us girls can check out your butt." As I bent over, Tricia pulled my panties down, directing me to spread my cheeks wide. I heard a camera flash go off, and I realized that they were taking pictures of me exposed in my humiliating pose. In a moment, I saw Karen facing me with a Polaroid in her hand. "Say cheese, Paul(a)." She snapped a picture of my face, my artificial cleavage thrust toward the camera in obscene offering, just as Tricia thrust a dry finger rudely up my bung, working it in and out to inflame my prostate. My dick erected involuntarily, and I felt the beginnings of pre-ejaculate emerging from the head.

"Oh, God, I'm gonna cum if you keep that up." I panted in arousal, my rear swaying sensuously and helplessly as Trish continued her lewd invasion of my moon, gasping as I felt my crisis approaching. Before I could come, however, she withdrew her finger and added a second, wiggling them around to stretch out my depraved and lustful asshole. I could feel the pre- ejaculate seeping out my urethra by the time she'd gotten three fingers inside me, and I groaned in utter need as she pulled out the fingers and replaced them with a thick thrusting vibrator, moving it from side to side as the head stroked in and out of my open behind. I began gasping in pleasure, my prostate on fire from the plastic appendage's invasion. Just before I could come, Trish squeezed hard on the head of my dick, forestalling any ejaculation, while Karen removed the vibrator from my rear and replaced it with the head of a two-inch thick dildo nozzle. She held it in position while Trish helped me to my feet, the two of them escorting me carefully to the bathroom, Trish exhorting, "We're gonna fuck you good with this here dick, then when he comes inside you, you'll look pregnant." She took over Karen's chore with the dildo, positioning me on all fours, while Karen mixed warm water and melted ice cream in an open-top five-quart bag.

I heard the snap of the connector between the dildo lead and the hose from the bag, then felt the dildo moving in and out of me slowly and sensuously. "You're fucking him good, Trish," Karen remarked. "My crotch is getting wet just watching you." She stood, pulled down her jeans and panties, kicked them aside, and squatted by my left side so I could suck on her breasts and watch her busy fingers working at her snatch. She grinned lustfully at me as her index finger strummed rapidly across her clitoris, observing, "Doesn't Paul(a) have the sweetest asshole, Trish? I really like to fuck him/her there when we're getting down one on one."

"Yeah, his pooper is nice and tight, and it stretches out so nice whenever somebody loves him up there. Are your cheeks burning, Paul(a)?" She pumped harder in and out of my tush as she said this. "Answer me: are you embarassed by me and Karen talking about your asshole like this?"

"No, mistress. I love every attention you pay to my bunghole. Fuck me harder, please, sweet mistress."

I felt her action with the dildo speed up, and I moaned in ecstasy as it opened my bung further and touched new areas inside me. "If you keep this up, I'll probably come in another minute."

"Not before my penis does," Trish remarked. "In fact, I think it's about to come right now." I heard a snap as she opened the clamp and felt the beginnings of the diluted ice cream starting to fill my empty behind and colon. The temperature was exquisite, just warm enough to be soothing without scalding me in any way. I began to feel lightheaded, too, and I was moved to ask:

"Does this strawberry ice cream have booze in it, or what?"

"In the first place, it's not strawberry; it's rum raisin. And it has quite a bit of booze in it, as a matter of fact." She continued pumping in and out of me as the solution kept flowing deeper and deeper into my bowels. I soon began to feel full, and I glanced up at the bag, noting that a bit more than a quart had drained out of it. I shuddered inwardly, thinking about how bombed I'd be when I had all five quarts of the load inside my straining middle. My erection was hard to the point of shattering, and I felt a caressing hand on my belly; I could see that Karen was still masturbating, and she had turned with her back to me so I could see that she had two fingers of her left hand up her own asshole while she masturbated her pussy and clit with her right. The hand on my stomach soothed me, and Trish began crooning softly as she massaged my midsection, forcing my bowels to accept even more of the warm, booze-laced water. After a few minutes of this treatment, she announced, "Now let's turn you onto your left side, so I can fuck you at a different angle." I obligingly turned to position myself thusly, relaxing on the bath rug with my legs apart. In this position, Tricia pumped the dildo in and out of my rear while stroking my penis with the other hand.

"How much liquid is left?" I asked, my speech beginning to get a little shaky and even verge toward slurriness.

"Three quarts--and you'll take it all nonstop." She began masturbating me at a faster pace, the pace of her dildo assault in my open rear speeding up to a similar rhythm and tempo. I felt wide open, my asshole greedily sucking the oversized nozzle in on every instroke.

"Fuck me harder," I begged wantonly. "I love you fucking my open asshole with that big rubber dick. Oh God, I think I'll come before I'm even filled up all the way. Fuck me . . . fuck me . . . fuck me." I groaned with the sheer kinky pleasure of being penetrated in my nasty rear end, panting with arousal as she continued to slam the appendage in and out of my behind. The solution kept coming, too, to the point at which I looked down to see my belly swollen at least four inches past its normal embonpoint. "Oh Jesus," I moaned, "you impregnify1 my lustful tummy so good." I continued to moan in arousal, bucking back with each thrust to take the dildo nozzle in deeper and deeper.

"Look at that slut," Karen remarked. "He's so turned on by your assfucking, he'll probably come long before either of us gets a chance to touch his dick. But I won't let that happen." She continued to play with her pussy and bunghole as Trish fucked me and played with my shatteringly hard erection. I felt my crisis approaching, and I moaned sluttishly as the dildo moved in and out of my lustful rear. My breathing became ragged, and Tricia, sensing the approach of my climax, removed her fingers from my dick and slowed down her fucking motion with the big nozzle. "Good move, Trish. We certainly don't want him to come yet."

I wept in frustration, feeling the beginning of cramps in my hugely swollen gut. My dick was still shatteringly hard, weeping pre-cum that persisted despite Trish's eschewal of any more manual stimulation for me. I felt as if I'd blow the dildo nozzle and huge load of boozy water out of my ass at any moment, so great was the pressure inside my bowels. Finally, I heard the snapping sound of the clamp closing, and I took several deep breaths, trying to adjust to the fullness and crampy pain in my colon.

"Just look at him," Karen announced. "The little slut is loving this, I think. When he's empty, we'll have to ravish his butt for serious." She began to pump my dick lustfully, speeding up her hand action to the point that, without warning, I expelled my seed all over her hand, all over the bath rug, and all over Trish's thighs, causing the latter to swat my tush sharply with an open palm.

"I think it's time to prolong his punishment, Karen. Paul(a), you weren't supposed to come just yet." She swatted my tush some more, turning it pink, then turned to Karen, "Will you go fetch the studded paddle and the inflatable vibrating plug? I think he's got about fifteen minutes of punishment to endure before we let him release." I saw Karen's voluptuous tush jiggling sensuously as she walked away to fetch the specified instruments. Meanwhile, Trish slowly eased the dildo nozzle from my open behind, warning me, "If you make a mess before we get the plug in you, you can expect to clean the bathroom floor and endure another five quarts of clear water before we let you release what's left of this load." She held my asscheeks tightly together as she waited for Karen to return with the plug and paddle.

The plug felt comforting going into my open hole, then I felt it swell big as a inflatable nozzle balloon as Karen inflated it and locked the valve to the closed position. Once it was secure, Trish began pelting my rear with the paddle, causing my buns to burn and smart. They had positioned me on all fours for this treatment, and once Trish began paddling my tush, she ordered, "Now lick every drop of that jizz off the rug, off my thighs, and off Karen's hands." Once I complied with this task, they positioned me on my back so I could take turns lapping at Karen's and Tricia's assholes. Hearing them moan in pleasure brought me back to full erection, and I moaned in happy arousal as my tormentors screamed in orgasm. They left me, knees bent, clutching my abdomen as they went to fetch other instruments of torment, tears running down my cheeks as I contemplated the gut-buster locked inside my straining colon.

The next sound I heard was Tricia's doorbell ringing, then the giggling voices of Rima and Andrea as Trish and Karen invited them inside. I moaned in bloated agony, the cheeks of my face bright red in anticipation of my embarassment when my two new tormentors observed the plump nakedness of my tortured body. I needn't have worried, however; Andrea peeked her head around the corner and called, "Hello, Paul(a). I see Trish and Karen have finally given you the ice cream treatment. How does your tummy feel?"

"Like I'm about to explode. I'm also about half-bombed from the rum in the solution." I hiccuped, partly from giddiness and partly from nausea. "Will Trish and Karen let me release this soon? My cramps are so intense I'm about to pass out." She approached my side and eased her petite yet full rear over my face, and I began lapping eagerly, first at her labia and clit, then, once she'd orgasmed hard against my nose twice, transferred my tongue to her winking bunghole. Just as I was about to slide my tongue inside her, she cut loose with a loud fart that set the air reeking. "What did you eat before you came over here?"

"Rima just got done making a fresh batch of kimchee, and it's superhot." She looked down mischieviously at me. "I must have eaten at least a pint of the stuff, so my gut's full of gas." She farted again, then I thrust my tongue into her nether hole, triggering an instantaneous orgasm. The more I tongue-fucked her bung, the more she farted. The sound and smell of her flatulence, plus my mental image of how distended with methane her colon must have been, made my dick rock-hard.

"I'd sure like to fuck your asshole about now, Andrea," I suggested with a lewd chuckle in my voice. "The gas in your bowels needs stirring up, I think."

"With pleasure." She moved toward my crotch, delicious fanny pointed toward my face, and spread her cheeks wide to spear herself on my dick. "Feels so good," she moaned. "Give it to me hard. I want to feel your rock-hard cock plunging deep into my bowels." She eased herself upward, then sank down with a throaty groan, repeating this action until she was bouncing up and down on my lap.

The sight of her sphincter star swallowing my shaft was a major turnon, and I grabbed her hips and forced her up and down on me harder and faster. "When the other ladies let me release this water, I think we should ask them to give both of us a high colonic. As full of gas as your tummy must be, you could use a thorough cleansing." I felt my dick approaching orgasm as I told her this.

"You sure know how to flatter a girl," she replied, forcing her ass up and down on my dick even faster. "Oooh, I'm coming," she screamed, just as I flooded her bowels with my copious semen. We kept pumping for several minutes, just to make sure my balls were completely drained. Suddenly, I felt a desperate urge to urinate, so I figured what the hell, and began pissing in her insides. "Are you pissing in my butt?" she asked. When I replied in the affirmative, she said, "Go ahead--give me a piss enema." I continued filling her colon with my brine, hearing her pant as she approached yet another climax. "So good," she crooned. "This will help relieve some of my gas until Tricia, Karen, and Rima can fill us both up." She groaned as I continued to fill her behind with my urine. When I was done, she said, "Let's get in the tub--I want to release this all over your body." My dick pulled out of her rear with a plopping sound as she rose and helped me into the tub.

Streams of urine and feces squirted down over me, accompanied by massive farts as Andrea's colon voided itself of much of the kimchee gas. I took my dick in hand, stroking it furiously as I stared up at her beautiful behind and her straining sphincter. She was masturbating, too, moaning at the release of the burning urine in her insides. Just as we shouted each other's names in simultaneous orgasm, I heard laughter and applause from Trish, Karen, and Rima. "Did he piss into your dirty heinie, Andrea?" Rima inquired. "Was the hot gas from the kimchee starting to give you a tummyache?"

"Oh God, yes," Andrea replied. "And I'm still full of it--I want a high colonic when Paul(a) gets hers." She rubbed her still-distended belly vigorously, voiding a little more urine as she faced the others.

"Since you left poor Paul(a) holding his rum raisin solution, giving him a much bigger bellyache than you have, we'll have to lube the colon tube with soap, just to make sure you suffer like he has," Trish decided. "I can't wait to watch you clutch your belly in agony, because your colonic will begin as soon as Paul(a) starts releasing what s/he's holding right now. Then you'll have to hold it until after he's taken and released his clear water colonic." She left the room to fetch the equipment for our treatments.

"God, Paul(a), you look a little `pregnant,'" Rima exclaimed. "Let me help you to the toilet so you don't have too much of a hangover later." She looked down at my crotch, where my erection had risen at the sight of Rima's naked body, clad in a black leather corset and bustier. "What's this? Does our little sissy boy have another hardon? We'll just have to do something about that." She licked her lips as she and Karen assisted me from the tub.

By this time, Trish had returned with the five-quart bags and oversized colon tubes. She placed Andrea on all fours in the tub, filled both bags with steaming warm water after attaching the tubes, and took a bottle of Castile soap from the medicine cabinet. Donning a rubber exam glove on her right hand, she squeezed a good portion of the liquid cleanser on the glove and began easing first one, then two, and finally three, fingers into Andrea's behind, pumping them in and out to ensure that the petite redhead was wide open for the impending invasion. Meanwhile, Rima had wrapped her lips around my granite erection, easing the dildo nozzle from my wide- open bunghole as she began fellating me exquisitely. Once Karen had the dildo in her hands, crossing to the sink to wash it and put it aside, Rima pressed forcefully into my belly as she seated me on the toilet, ordering, "Bear down--it'll help the expulsion."

The rum in the diluted ice cream burned like gasoline as it exited my rear; my cramps were so intense I thought I'd pass out. Rima's mouth action on my shatteringly hard penis, however, felt like a slice of heaven, and I moaned in absolute pleasure/pain as the purge thundered from my bowels in time to her worship of my manhood. I felt my gut deflating rapidly, just as my innards gave a lurch and I felt the piercing sweetness of my jism exploding against the back of Rima's throat. As if in a daze, I also heard Andrea's agonized whimpering as the soapy tube went further up her behind, following the quart or two of steamy water which had already flowed in to prepare the way for its full insertion. Rima assisted me in squatting so she could wipe my ass, then she positioned me on all fours in the tub beside Andrea, who was being given a break to make her torment last longer.

I felt Karen's hands part my asscheeks, then insert a finger--no, two fingers, then three--into my behind, lubing me with the K-Y jelly until my anal region was full of the slippery grease. Then-- heaven--the entrance of the thick tube caused me to erect almost instantly. I heard a click and felt the steamy water begin to flow into me. I looked over at Andrea, who was hiccuping noisily, her face bathed in sweat. "Does it hurt?" I asked. "You look kind of sick."

"I'm about ready to throw up," she groaned. "This hurts so bad, and I won't get to release it for quite a while." She clutched her distended middle and gave vent to uninhibited weeping. Tricia, meanwhile, had produced a large vibrator and was teasing the diminutive woman's labia and clitoris with its humming caress. I was beginning to feel really full, and I groaned as the relentless invasion continued, dissipating pockets of gas left inside my colon from the effects of the alcohol in the earlier purge. This time, Karen was distracting me from my bloating abdomen by fellating me gently, her mouth caressing every part of my penis as if it was made of rare porcelain. I was in heaven, caught between the cramps in my distended belly and the pure pleasure of Karen's mouth, and I moaned in ambivalent sensual overload as the rest of the water filled my innards. I looked over to see Andrea with a rictus of sheer agony etched on her face just before Karen and Rima helped me to my feet, walked me to the toilet, and began easing the thick tube from my bung.

As the water began to shoot from my behind, I noted that Andrea's bag was empty, too. She lay on her left side facing the toilet, clutching her swollen gut and moaning in agony. "Oh God, I think I'm gonna die," she rasped, her hands futilely trying to soothe her misery. She belched nauseously several times, at which action Trish took pity on her, began kissing her mouth passionately, and started fondling her vulva to distract her from the crampy pain that was threatening to rip the smaller woman apart.

Just watching Andrea's agony was enough to set me off; I screamed, "I'm coming," and jetted my seed down Karen's throat, ejaculating for what seemed like a half hour. My expulsion had slowed to a sporadic trickle, and two minutes later, Karen and Rima helped me into a squatting position so they could cleanse my rear, first with bath tissue, then with a warm, soapy, wet washcloth. The three of us sat on the floor near the tub, passing Trish's big bong around as we watched her help Andrea to the john.

Andrea hiccuped violently as Trish eased the tube out of her rear, then sank onto the toilet seat with the same rictus of agony etched on her face. "Bear down," my raven-haired lover ordered, pressing imperiously into Andrea's hugely swollen tummy with her left hand as she diddled the woman's clit with her right. The soapy treatment must have been excruciatingly painful for Andrea, because we heard agonized whimpers as the water began its farting, spattering release; soon, the elfin redhead gave vent to unrestrained sobbing, hiccuping nauseously as the suds continued to exit her fundament. Stoned as we were, Karen, Rima, and I giggled every time Andrea uttered a thunderous fart, conscious that the kimchee gas in her system was intensifying this effect.

Finally, Andrea screamed, "Oh yes--faster, Trish," as she rode the other woman's fingers to a climax, her howls of pleasure interspersed with the ominous rumbling and farting noises from her tortured bowels. She collapsed against the toilet tank as the last of the purge left her behind. We all rose to assist in the cleanup, then Karen prepped her for a one-quart warm water rinse, which she took with little incident and emptied just as painlessly.

"Now that Andy's clean, Paul(a) will fuck her ass," Trish announced.

My dick was instantly erect--so hard it felt like it would shatter on contact with female flesh. I watched with utter bliss as Andrea sank to all fours and backed herself up to where I was seated on Tricia's big bed. I reached my hand out to touch her curvaceous little heinie, squeezing each cheek sensuously for several moments. "You know why I'm fucking your ass now, don't you, Andy?" I squeezed harder, then began inching the middle finger of my right hand between her delectable moons.

"It's `cause I could have let you release before we fucked, and I was careless and left you in near-deadly agony without thinking about anything but my own selfish needs. I need to be punished thoroughly, but I still don't think of your dick up my ass as punishment." She placed a palm on each cheek and spread them wide open; the little star of her sphincter winked at me, causing my erection to swell into life. "I probably won't need much lube, if any, after the irrigation my rear has just gotten. Go ahead, big boy/girl, take my ass now." She wiggled her rear, still open, and I could see her bunghole relaxing to a wide-open position.

Taking my dick in hand, I guided it to its dark target, pushing slightly when the head was against her star; it slid in easily, and I grunted in surprise as I was instantly buried to the base of my woodie. I slid out carefully, then back in, savoring the warmth and tightness in Andrea's back passage. I reached a hand around to fondle her clitoris while the other found her elfin breasts and began to toy with alternate nipples. "Is this the way you want me to fuck you?" I growled.

"I want it harder--faster--ohh, my ass is in love with your cock. Fuck me harder." She repeated this directive until she was screaming it, and I complied with sweat popping out of my face and trickling down my chest. Finally, I sank one drive especially hard into her bowels, certain I was going to spear right through her belly and out through her navel. "I'm cummminnggg!" she ululated, tossing her head frantically from side to side. Her lust-agonized shout sent me over the edge; it felt like I came forever as I shot a huge load in six or seven extended bursts. Spent, I collapsed against her petite body, resting until I could breathe normally again.

Applause: Trish, Karen, and Rima were smiling as they observed our performance, then Karen asked, "How do you like the way I've fattened up our perverted little boy/girl enema slut/pig/whore? Does the roundness of its body make you want to fuck it even more?" I blushed at these explicit terms of praise/abuse, dropping my head in shame. "Does our little genderbender ass slave wanna have his slutty pooper penetrated with our rigid love?" She raised my head by pulling my hair, and added, "Answer, pig. Do you want us to fuck your ass good, the way you just fucked Andy's ass?"

"I want my bottom hole packed, and packed hard, with whatever you goddesses can come up with to fuck me." I dropped my head to the floor, placed one hand on each cheek of my rear, and spread my cheeks as wide as I could get them. "Please fuck me good," I implored, moving my right hand to let the middle finger lightly brush against my asshole. "I'm so horny for your hard loving." I slowly eased the finger into my bung, pushing slowly until it was buried all the way, then sliding partway out. As they watched with lustful smiles on their faces, I began to fingerfuck my asshole, panting as my arousal grew. "Please do me now," I panted, "I need it so bad." I could feel my dick beginning to ooze preejaculate, and I began to speed up my assault on my own opening asshole. "Gotta get fucked," I chanted, building in intensity, pitch, and volume until my litany became a pitiful scream.

I felt four soft, feminine hands caressing my upturned nasty bottom, then the hands moved my hand away and began taking turns fingerfucking my fanny, until I thought I'd squirt a forbidden load of cum all over the bed. Slowly, I noticed that there were getting to be less hands on my lustful rear, and then I felt the withdrawal of the last finger, followed by the invasion of something bigger. I grunted when I felt the smooth, rounded head of the gigantic dildo beginning to dilate my sphincter to accomodate its girth. The head of my dick was oozing precum like crazy, and I felt as if my heart would explode from the excruciating pleasure/pain. As my fuckhole stretched, I relaxed so it could loosen further. I was full to the bend in my transverse colon; I'd never felt such belly rushes before, not even after a BBIIIGGGG enema that I'd been forced to hold for an interminable length of time. "I'm coming," I screamed, my seed jetting forcibly from my penis as I felt deep contractions within me, from my navel down to my crotch. I shuddered with my coming, collapsing into a puddle on the floor when fatigue overtook me.

I wakened to the feeling of mouths on my asscheeks, fingers on my penis, vaginas rubbing against my face--I was instantly erect, and I groaned in sheer sensual overload as I squirmed at the sensations echoing through my body. I moaned in arousal, feeling a tongue enter my behind as a pair of lips surrounded my dick and yet another tongue entered my mouth to tease me to lust-possessed overload. Soon I felt another mouth alternating between my nipples, which in an instant became painfully erect. It was then that I realized that the terms of the old gender wars had been utterly reversed; suddenly I was the only biological male participating in a gangbang, and then I knew my power situation had moved from subject to object. Yet I did not feel degraded or abused--instead, I felt transcendent, transported to another world and another plane of sensual experience. I howled in sheer pleasure and excitement, hoping against all hope that something more substantial than a tongue would soon be penetrating my backside--just as quickly I grunted as I felt a thick object stretching my slowly opening sphincter. A burning rush of some unidentifiable substance began to enter my rectum and colon, and I shivered at the sensation.

"Look at the little pig squirm," Rima said, with a bit of a Far East lilt to her voice. "S/he's soon going to have an asshole that's kissing sweet." I felt another squirt of the burning substance entering my rear, stirring my insides into a bowel turmoil that had me writhing in agony; my dick was leaking precum as I saw and felt Karen's soft lips surround it and begin fellating me with exquisite tenderness. "This one-quart douche bulb with the inch-thick tip is just the ticket for introducing really irritating substances into a slave's rear end, Trish," Rima continued. "I think the toothpaste treatment is going to refresh Paul(a)'s bung in a major way." I could feel her squeezing more of the stuff up into me, and Karen's mouth action in combination with the toothpaste invasion soon had me approaching the edge. The inside of my colon was on fire, and I began to hiccup from the long range effects of my bizarre purge, soon howling in abandonment as I felt the burning exit of my semen as it spurted deep down the reaches of Karen's accomodating throat. As I ejaculated, I felt a long intense squirt into my guts that signalled the remainder of the contents of the douche bulb, and I collapsed wearily against the arms of my tormentors, my dick still safe in Karen's mouth, the fat tip of the douche still buried in my lustful bottom. "What kind of treats do we have in store for the little enema slut's ass next?" Rima snarled sexily. "How long do we make him hold this, Trish?"

"Long enough for me to brew a pot of coffee, and to mix it with water at the right temperature," she replied, with a wicked grin on her face. "I can't wait to see what that will do to stimulate him." She swatted my tush playfully, got up, and directed, "Rima and Karen, will you put a big tampon up his ass while Andrea helps me prepare the coffee wash?" She looked down at me with a perverse tenderness in her eyes, adding, "What you're about to receive will feel so goooooddd!! that you'll probably need another nap after we bring you to a painful, wrenching orgasm." She blew me a kiss, then walked away, buttocks swaying seductively as she took Andrea's hand to lead her to the kitchen. Rima and Karen helped me to my feet, Rima still holding the douche bulb against my ass, and they walked me into the bathroom to find a feminine plug for my opened, protesting bung.

"Lie down next to the tub," Karen directed, her hands on me to place me in the proper position. She began to squeeze my buns sensually, adding, "I just love to give your ass hot loving, because you seem to take such joy in it." I felt her lips descend, bestowing tender kisses all over my quivering fanny globes. "You just have the makings of a perfect little ass slave, and I would no more think of having sex with you without giving your heinie proper attention than I would think of making pizza without oregano." By this time, Rima had returned to my side, her hand bearing a well-greased super-maxi tampon. "Bear down while I pull the nozzle," Karen directed. "We don't want you to lose any of this toothpaste out of your rear until Trish and Andy have your wakeup call prepared." I felt the fat douche tip leave my rear, followed by the swift insertion of the tampon; I could relax then, softly hiccupping as the strange purge continued to create havoc in my colon. I was nearly asleep from Karen and Rima's caresses of my backside when I heard footsteps.

Trish and Andy entered the bathroom carrying a huge bag with a double inflatable nozzle attached to its hose; the scent of French roast coffee was thick in the air. At Tricia's nod, Karen and Rima spread my legs apart so they could begin easing the tampon from my moon, then Andrea began sliding the deflated inner balloon of the inflatable nozzle into my lustful pooper. I felt increasing pressure as she pumped the bulb to full inflation, then a rush of too-warm fluid as Trish almost simultaneously opened the clamp on the hose. Soon, I began to feel a bit shaky, noting the effects of the caffeine hitting my bloodstream. The diluted coffee made my colon burn, and my dick was once more erect, a fact which Karen noted as she began to masturbate me lazily. I felt utterly consumed, a depraved enema pig slut who couldn't stop him/herself from craving eternal torment through a rear passage consecrated in hell. I began to gurgle, conscious of nothing other than the sensory bombardment assaulting my lower depths and my amoral, rutting genitals. I screamed as the solution began to stretch my plumbing near to the bursting point. Looking up, I noticed the biggest bag I'd seen yet, so I inquired timidly, "How much does that thing hold, sweet Mistress Trish? It looks bigger than all your other clyster bags."

"This holds ten quarts, and you'll take it all nonstop, too," Trish snarled, as she regarded me with an evil glare. "Between the toothpaste and the coffee, your system will be thoroughly cleaned out by the time we're through with you this morning." I groaned, conscious of nothing but my fullness and my randy need to climax in my gonads, penis, and bowels at the same time. I began to hump against Karen's caressing fingers, wanting desperately to get off as a distraction against the chills and cramps that had begun to shoot through my system. Karen, sensing the urgency of my need, began to stroke me more vigorously, until my dick felt as if it was a glowing ingot of iron in her hand.

I looked up at the bag again, noting that it was draining perceptibly, and it stood at below the halfway point. "How much is in me now?" I inquired in a trembling voice.

"Between six and seven quarts," Andrea reported. "I should tell you, Paul(a), that Trish added a little chicory to the coffee, just to give you a spicier buzz." She patted my rump before rising to give the bag a vigorous squeeze. I could feel the water jetting deeper into me than it had ever been before, and I moaned in my explosive agony as I began to experience knifelike cramps from the spice added to the mixture, which only abetted the abrasive action of the three or four ounces of toothpaste, two egg whites, and ounce of shampoo that had been injected into me earlier through the giant douche bulb. I hiccupped again, my gorge rising in mounting nausea; tears sprang to my eyes as I wondered apprehensively if I'd survive this latest diabolical treatment dreamed up by the minds of my four pulchritudinous tormentresses.