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Graduate School Games - Chapter 1

Book 6 - Part 1

Monday and Tuesday classes passed uneventfully, then it was time to head over to Tricia's for the session we'd planned on Sunday; Rima had stopped by the writing center early in the day to inform me she'd been feeding Trish both the aphrodisiac formula and the fertility powder in massive doses since Karen and I had left early on Monday morning. After Tuesday classes, Karen and I ran by the Westroads Liquor Mart for a magnum of domestic champagne (sparking wine for the purist), then drove to Tricia's house, where Andrea and Rima were to join us for dinner and my first stud session with the lush-bodied brunette. When she let us in, she led us into the living room, where she'd set up an appetizer tray loaded with snack crackers, several opened tins of smoked oysters, and a dish of steamed asparagus that had been chilling in her refrigerator since she'd left for classes that morning. Opening her stash tin, she produced a bomber, lighting it and passing it to Karen, who in turn passed it to me. By the time the big joint was an inch-long roach, she asked, "Would you two like a glass of wine? I've got to get my cottonmouth under control."

"For sure," Karen replied, adding, "and I think you should put some of that aphrodisiac powder in each of our glasses, so Paul will have to fuck you even before Rima and Andy arrive."

"Excellent idea." She turned away from us, her big round bottom swaying sexily as she went to pour the wine and doctor it for our festivities. On her return, she had the fly of her jeans unzipped to display her gently rounded middle and the top of her pastel pink panties. "You won't believe what that fertility powder does to a woman's body," she announced, easing her tight jeans down her legs, then directing, "Come over and put your hand in my crotch, Paul. You too, Karen. You guys are gonna freak over this." We surrounded her, one hand caressing each breast as we eased the other hands into her panties and gently slid them over her labia.

"Ohmigod!" Karen exclaimed. "Your labia are so swollen--and your panties are soaked through." She began teasing Trish's clitoris as I slid two fingers into her dripping vagina, arching them forward to stroke gently against her G-spot.

"Your pussy feels like it needs to be fucked really bad," I observed, noting the stirring in my loins, and conscious that I hadn't yet had a sip of the aphrodisiac- laden Merlot Trish had poured for us.

"Let's take our wine back to the bedroom where we can relax," Tricia invited. "Andy and Rima know to just let themselves in if I don't answer the door." Holding the waist of her jeans at crotch level, she led the way back to her sanctum sanctorum, dropping them to her ankles and kicking them off once we were inside. She took me and Karen by the hand and pulled us onto the bed, then bent over in front of us and wiggled her ass lewdly as we began to undress slowly. "Even though I want to get pregnant tonight, Paul, I still want you to fuck me in the ass at least once." She shivered, moaning as she sipped from her wine. "I'm soooo horny I feel like I'll melt into a puddle." Apparently, Karen and I weren't undressing fast enough to suit her, so she began unbuttoning my shirt as I slid my jeans off, then put her right hand into my shorts and began fondling my rapidly erecting dick.

By this time, Karen was completely nude, and she bent to position her ass over Tricia's face right after the darker woman had positioned herself spreadeagled on her back. "I'm gonna make you eat my pussy and asshole while Paul's fucking you," she announced. "It's the least you can do as a member of Paul's estrogen brigade." She moved away briefly, retrieved our wine, and handed us our glasses before observing, "A toast to fertility and big, bursting bellies." She tossed off the rest of her wine in one continuous swallow, watching as we followed suit, retrieved the glasses, and set them on the nightstand.

"Fuck me good, Paul," Trish demanded. "I want my pussy overflowing with your cum so we can make a baby. And Karen, come kiss me; fuck my mouth with your sweet tongue while Paul gives me the ride of my life on his sweet cock." Taking my dick into her right hand, she guided me between the swollen lips of her vagina; the insertion felt like I was gliding into molten butter. "So good," she moaned, as I sank into her velvety depths. Moving gently at first, I slid nearly all the way out, then back in, building in speed and intensity as Karen repositioned herself over the brunette's face with her back to me. Watching Trish lap away with her tongue, first circling on Karen's labia then flicking it gently against her clitoris, caused my dick to swell even bigger and harder; when she moved it forward to thrust gently into the plump blonde's anus, I felt my balls tighten with impending climax. Trish sensed that I was at the point of no return, and she gasped in ragged excitement as she directed, "Go ahead, lover. Fill my aching cunt with your hot come; make it overflow and drench the bed."

"Yessss!" I hissed in consummation, driving my penis home especially hard as I felt the burning gush of my ejaculate exit my manhood, Tricia's thighs against my shoulders so she was bent nearly double. I stayed inside her after I came, easing my prick slowly in and out to maintain my erection, while Karen bucked and howled in ecstasy as Trish continued to drive her tongue into the dark depths of the blonde woman's bunghole.

Pulling her thighs tight against her shoulders, Trish announced, "I want you up my ass now--in the same position." I slid slowly out of her wide-open cunt and pushed my cockhead gently against her relaxed sphincter, sinking in with one slow, continuous stroke. "That's so good," she groaned, shaking her rear as my pace began to build, her asshole squeezing me like a warm hand, causing me to swell so hard my dick felt like it was about to shatter. "That's it, baby, ream my ass wide open and fill my bowels with your come, then piss inside me." At this encouragement, I began to slam in and out of her faster and harder, feeling her booty hole clench me like a velvet glove over an iron fist.

While this was going on, Karen shouted obscene encouragement. "Do her, Paul. Fuck her slutty bottom so hard she shits all over the bed when you pull out." She had three fingers of her right hand thrust into her wide-open vagina, while two fingers of her left pumped in and out of her rear; she licked and nipped at Trish's nipples while she concentrated on building to her own peak of pleasure.

"I'm gonna fill your guts so full of my bodily fluids that you'll have to change the sheets after I pull out, and that's when we'll attack you with a inflatable nozzle and a four- quart aphrodisiac enema," I announced with a shiver of lust in my voice. I thrust into her upturned can especially hard, announcing, "I'm coming now--take it all, you slutty bitch!" as I pumped a copious load of semen into her bowels, still humping out of her until I felt a tingle in my bladder and opened my urethral sphincter to deliver a load of urine consisting of the remainder of the wine, plus the two cups of coffee and can of Jolt cola I'd drunk since my last trip to the bathroom. "I'm not gonna pull out until you beg me, either." I kept my penis, still erect, inside her rectum, noting that the spasms of her orgasm were causing me to return quickly to a shattering state of hardness. Just then, I heard the front door open, and within seconds, Rima and Andy were in the bedroom, doing a slow striptease in front of us.

"Did he fuck her good?" Rima asked.

"And how!" Karen exclaimed. "As you can see from their position, she's in an optimal situation to allow his sperm to reach her uterus. She also has a load of cum and about a quart of so of urine pooling inside her depraved colon."

"I'm gonna fill a two-quart, closed-top bag full of soapy water and aphrodisiac powder, then make Paul fuck her pussy again while she takes every last drop," Andy announced, disappearing on her nursing errand. Rima joined us on the bed, thrusting two fingers up my poop chute to keep me erect while Andrea was preparing the next stage of Trish's fertility rite.

"Howya feelin', little mommy-to-be?" I asked the chubby brunette, rubbing her rounded middle as I began to slide my renewed hardon in and out of her open behind. "Can you handle a bellyful of suds while I fuck you again?" I squeezed her middle sensuously, trying to circulate my piss and come into the inner reaches of her bowels.

"I'm about ready to come again, just thinking about it," she moaned, humping her wide bottom against my crotch to encourage my fucking motions.

At this point, Andy returned from the john carrying the promised load of sudsy flusher, a double inflatable nozzle attached to the bottom end of the hose. Hanging the equipment on a hook above the baseboard of Tricia's bed, Andy asked, "Where do you keep the St. Andrew's cross? I think it would optimize your chances of conceiving if we hang you upside down while Paul fucks you." She grinned, patting me on the ass as she inquired, "Do you think you can handle fucking her bent over, or will it make you too dizzy?"

"I'm so horny the crack of dawn better watch out for me." I removed my hands from Trish's breasts and placed them on each cheek of my ass, spreading them in lewd offering. "But please don't neglect my slutty behind while I pump another load of my come into our charge nurse's pussy."

"I wouldn't think of it," Andrea replied. "Rima, will you get the other bag I have prepared from the bathroom?" As Rima scampered off, Karen helped Andy get the St. Andrew's cross from Trish's big walk-in closet, set it up beside the bed, and waited for Rima's return. "We're going to keep you upside down on the cross for at least a half hour after Paul comes inside you," she continued. "That will allow for maximum penetration by his sperm, and will make it easier for you to digest the nourishing load we'll be pumping into your colon. Paul, meanwhile, will be getting five hundred swats with the sandpaper paddle, warming his tush to the point where it's purple, and also holding his enema--a quart of club soda mixed with two quarts of very warm water to which an ounce of Castile soap and four tablespoons of Rima's aphrodisiac powder have been added (and stirred until it's extremely sudsy),--then, dressed in a sexy outfit and forced to do an energetic striptease dance to some heavy metal. When we help you off the cross and take you into the bathroom to release your badly-needed therapy, Paul will be handcuffed on his left side next to the toilet while Karen fellates him and Rima massages his belly hard with one of our special vibrators." At this point, Rima returned with my bag, hung it near Trish's, and helped Andy and Karen strap her into the cross before they inverted it and locked it securely into place, having already installed the inflatable nozzle in the lust-crazed brunette's ass.

Karen and Rima helped me kneel on the bed on all fours while Andy eased the inflatable nozzle from my bag into my ass, pumped the balloon to full inflation, and opened the clamp while Karen opened Tricia's My erection was throbbing harder than ever, Karen and Rima guiding me into rendezvous position so that I was bent over the center of the cross, my penis entering Tricia's vagina as I grabbed her sex-flushed breasts as handholds and slid all the way into the delicious torrid snugness of her hungry cunt. Once I was in all the way, Karen and Rima each took one of my shoulders and moved me rhythmically up and down as I continued to paw Tricia's breasts, thrusting my tongue into her mouth to add to our mutual stimulation. Dual clicks alerted me that our companions had started our colonic invasions; the bubbles from the club soda became an intense internal caress that made my peter swell even bigger and harder inside Trish's hungry cunt.

"Oh, this is heaven!" Tricia exclaimed. "Your hard cock feels so good inside my pussy. And the soapy water stirring up the piss and cum in my guts is like a living thing squirming inside my belly." She began to pant loudly, her breathing ragged and uneven, a sure sign that the aphrodisiac powder in her treatment was beginning to affect her. "I just know I'm gonna cum and cum and cum," she wailed, clenching and relaxing her vaginal muscles to make my manhood swell even harder. "Don't ever stop fucking me," she groaned, sliding her tongue back into my mouth to drive me closer to my own ecstasy.

I felt the head of my dick swelling and throbbing, and I moved my mouth away from Trish's for a moment to announces, "I'm gonna come any minute now. Are you ready to accept delivery of my hot load of man-juice?" I looked into her eyes as I asked this, seeing a lustful grimace that indicated her climax was impending. Just then, Andy came over and began to run a vibrator across our bloating tummies and merged genitals.

"I order you two to come now," she snarled, pressing the vibrators roughly against the bloated contour of my middle, then performing the same service for Trish.

I heard a deep grunt, then a protracted ululation, escape the plump brunette's lips, then joined her in a series of guttural moans and cries, shooting a veritable gallon of my seed into her grasping vagina. As I looked into her eyes, I noticed them rolling back in her head; a slight hitch in her breath and a mighty convulsion indicated that she'd peaked in her orgasmic joy, and I caressed her breasts gently as my spasms of ejaculation slowly subsided. Finally, I met her lips with mine and kissed her tenderly. "Did you feel a quickening when you came?" I asked superfluously.

"Oh yeah, baby. I think we made a new life tonight." She thrust her tongue lewdly into my mouth, then ran it along the side of my jaw and along my neck in a show of spontaneous tenderness. A double clicking announced that Karen and Rima had closed the clamps on our bags, and we rested there for several minutes as they closed the clamps on the ends of the Inflatable nozzles, detched them from the bag hoses, and carried the bags into the bathroom to rinse them. Meanwhile, Andy came over and began stroking ouur sides and bellies as we waited for the word to release Trish from her fertility bondage.

Once I'd caught my breath, Karen and Rima helped me up, my still-erect dick sliding slowly out of Trish's sopping wet pussy, fastened a black PVC vinyl waist cincher four sizes too small around my waist--making my swollen gut protrude even further--screwed tight clamps on my nipples, put me in a black PVC open- nipple bra and crotchless panties, and put an AC/DC disc on Tricia's stereo, cranking the volume up loud. "Dance for me," Karen ordered, swinging the paddle with sixty-grit sandpaper roughly against my asscheeks. "The more you move around, the more that club soda will expand inside your bowels. That will make the vibrator play even sexier while you're waiting to release your treatment." She continued to pelt my tush with the paddle, occasionally laying the flat of it against my distended middle to stir up the bubbly load inside me even more. I kept up my obscene dance through the first six or seven songs on the CD (AC/DC's Back in Black) as Karen continued to pelt my tush and stuffed tummy, then she stopped to assist Rima in spinning Trish upright on the cross, detaching the ankle cuffs as the Eurasian woman loosened the wrist cuffs. "She Shook Me All Night Long" was just ending when Karen took my hand to lead me into the bathroom behind Trish, Rima, and Andy.

The two nurses positioned the brunette over the toilet seat, deflating the inflatable nozzle balloon before settling her plump buttocks heavily on the stool. "You may release, little porker," Rima snarled, attaching a fist extension to one of the two special vibrators laid out with all accessories on a medical table near the toilet. She turned it on and began pummeling Trish's bulging abdomen at high speed as convulsive farts and sputters emanated from the patient's behind. Tricia began to hiccup and sob at this brutal treatment as her colon emptied explosively.

Meanwhile, Karen administered one hundred more swats with the sandpaper side of the paddle to my swollen middle before laying it aside and positioning me on my left side on the floor. She attached a Magic Fingers sleeve to the other vibrator, turned it on high, and pressed it against my protesting gut. "Has that club soda expanded enough in your bowels to do you any good yet?" she inquired, looking coldly into my eyes.

"I feel like I'm gonna explode," I whimpered, my hands going protectively to my vulnerable stomach. Pushing my hands away, she resumed her vibrator massage, causing me to hiccup in utter nausea and sweat profusely in my panicky bowel crisis. Just as I thought my colon would burst and deliver me to a painful death, I was distracted by the sensations of Rima's soft lips wrapping around my hugely erect dick; she fellated me exquisitely as Karen continued pressing the mechanical digits against my bursting belly. In the background I could hear Tricia's sobs and gasps as the rude lavage she'd been given concluded its exit from her rear, then I heard Andy order her to stand for a wipe, followed by the soft padding of their footsteps toward the shower. As the shower spray came on, I exploded my seed down Rima's silky throat, then she and Karen helped me to my feet, positioned me squatting over the toilet, and removed the inflatable nozzle from my heinie so I could release the explosive load in my middle.

Looking into my eyes, Karen knelt before me as she bestowed a tender kiss on my lips, then insinuated her tongue into my mouth as she began to massage the crampiness out of my distended tummy. She broke the kiss to ask, "How are you doing, baby? Does it feel good to let go of that wicked enema we gave you while you were fucking Trish?"

"God yes," I groaned. "I'd forgotten how much that club soda expands inside the bowels with every movement. When you folks were working my belly over during the dance and while Trish was voiding, I literally thought my colon was going to rupture." I hiccupped as her right hand continued its gentle massage of my deflating stomach. Hearing Tricia's shriek from the shower, I inquired, "What's up with Trish and Andy in the shower?"

"She's getting her tum washed out with clear warm water while Andrea eats her pussy," Rima explained. "We're going to give you head when we rinse you out, too. After all, we can't leave that soap in your guts for too long, or you'll be sick." Hearing me belch with sudden nausea, she added, "See? You know you have to get rid of the reside of the suds."

Without saying a word, they took turns cleansing me with bath tissue, then scrubbed my bottom thoroughly with a baby wipe. As Rima flushed the tissue and loped away to discard the wipe, Karen helped me over to the shower, snagging my bag (with an oversized peartip hospital nozzle attached to its hose) and assisted me in, where Andy and Trish wer engaged in a soapy grope and an extended soul kiss. As we positioned ourselve under the spray, Andy replied, "So good of you to join us. Trish and I were just speculating about how long it will be before any of us four ladies begin to show our pregnancies. After all, we'll have to make Paula look pregnant on a daily basis, too."

As she filled my bag with clear water and burped the air out of the line, Karen responded, "Actually, I think we'll base this on weight gain. I weighed one-fifty when I actually saw the doctor to confirm my pregnancy. Tomorrow morning, I'll weigh myself before Paul(a) and I hit the shower, and he'll retain an enema all day equivalent to the weight I've gained since my checkup." She positioned me on all fours, lubing the tip of the nozzle with soap then sliding it gently into my behind. I felt the warm water invading my empty belly after she opened the clamp with a loud click! "Welcome to our shower party, Rima," Karen greeted. "After we're all cleaned up (and out, in Paul[a]'s case), I think we should do a wet daisy chain while we watch some more of that video Trish brought from Chicago." She positioned herself under me on the tub floor, guiding my hardon into her well-lubricated vagina, while Tricia, Andrea, and Rima gathered around us to caress my backside, balls, belly, and nipples with gentle hands. By the time my bag was empty, I'd emptied another load of my semen into Karen's vagina, and they supported me in a squat over the drain as I released my water, then scrubbed me clean and we all exited the shower to dry each other with fluffy towels and set up our equipment for the next scenario.

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Since Rima couldn't participate in the nozzle action, she'd agreed to serve as mistress of ceremonies, keeping our bags topped off while we watched another segment of the amazing video. We spread the rubber sheet in front of Tricia's TV, then we filled four 3.8 quart bags with steaming warm water to which a tablespoon apiece of salt and aphrodisiac powder had been added, attached double Inflatable nozzles to the hoses from all four bags, and wheeled the IV stand from which they hung out to the living room. A lower shelf of the stand bore four one- gallon plastic milk jugs filled with water about eight degrees warmer than the solution in our bags. Before she started the video, Rima positioned all of us on our left sides on the sheet, our right knees drawn up toward our chests, then began lubing our behinds sensually with a rubber-gloved finger bearing big globs of K-Y, fingerfucking our anuses so lovingly we were all gasping in arousal before she began to install the Inflatable nozzles into our open rears. Once we were all connected, she started the tape, then opened the clamps on all four hoses in quick succession.

Onscreen, Susie was straddling Dave's erection while he retained the six or so quarts of warm water and club soda she'd given him during the last segment. "Damn, lover, you look kind of pregnant. How does your belly feel?"

"Really full, hon, but my dick's so hard it feels like I could drive nails with it. And your pussy's so hot your juices are burning me. Did giving me those enemas turn you on?" He reached up to fondle her pendulous breasts as she began to ride up and down on him.

"And how--I probably came a dozen times by the time we finished your club soda treatment." As she humped lubriciously up and down on him, she began to rub his distended middle sensuously, remarking, "I really like your pregnant look, Dave. I think I want to keep you looking like that a lot, especially during my periods. If you really love me, you'll want to experience the same bloating and cramps as I do." She sank down hard on his shaft, then leaned forward to kiss him, insinuating her tongue into his mouth. "How about it, sweetcheeks? Could you handle a Fleet enema and a suppository locked inside you with a tampon the first day I get my period, to be retained for an hour or so, followed by a quart of soapy water locked inside you with a buttplug the next day, to be retained for at least two hours? By the sixth day, if my period lasts that long, you'd have five quarts of water, with some weird additive that will cause you excruciating and endless bowel torment, locked inside you from the time you get out of school until you're ready for bed. Before you answer, let me inform you that I'm planning on blackstrap molasses for day three, club soda for day four, a cup of liquid glycerine for day five, soap for day six, and cold water for day seven. What do you think of my idea, sugar?"

"You sweet talker--I think I'm gonna come now," he panted, lunging up forcefully with his hips; her grunt assured him she was ready as well, and they galloped to a mutual climax, sobbing and moaning and gibbering their ecstasy as the camera panned to reveal Zeke getting four quarts of soapy water through a inflatable nozzle as Alice rubbed his inflating stomach gently and began to fellate his condom-wrapped erection.

I felt Rima's hands circle my waist, her left going to massage my distending middle as her right wrapped itself around my steely-hard dick. I rubbed Karen's tummy in a similar manner with my left hand as I began to caress her genitals with my right, rubbing her clit with my thumb as I thrust index and middle fingers inside her and began rubbing against her G-spot. I could tell from the moaning that Karen was performing the same service for Trish and that the chubby brunette was giving Andy the same loving attention.

I felt sharp slaps against my bottom, and looked up to see that Rima was wearing heavy rubber gloves and alternating her pats between our four exposed rears.

On the video, Zeke was groaning from the cramps induced by the sudsy flusher invading his midsection, while Alice intensified the pressure of her hands against his distended abdomen as she sped up her gobbling of his erect dick. "Fuck," he grunted, "I can't tell whether my dick or my gut is gonna explode first." He hiccupped, now nauseous from the soap being absorbed into his colon, belching as he struggled to suppress the urge to gag. Soon, however, his bag was empty, and he reached a hand up to squeeze one of Alice's asscheeks as he said, "I think I'm topped off," watching as she reached back to close the clamp and increase the pace of her loving worship of his manhood. "Aah--that's heavenly," he moaned, his eyes closed in the intensity of his pleasure/pain, his hips and crotch thrusting involuntarily against the slim brunette's face as his ecstasy began, grunting as his ejaculation began deep in his belly with a force that threatened to rip his entrails out. When she sensed this, Alice began to squeeze his balls lovingly, forcing every drop of come to exit his gonads, continuing her oral caress of his dick until his aftershocks subsided and he lay subdued and panting, his hands clutching his swollen belly.

She gazed into his eyes with tenderness and concern, observing, "You're crying. Are the cramps that bad already?"

"Uhhhh," he grunted. "I feel like my middle's about to burst." He clutched his inflated stomach as he hiccupped noisily.

Taking pity on him, she took his right hand and helped him to his feet, then walked him carefully over to the toilet, carrying the bag to which he was still attached. Deflating the inflatable nozzle, she carefully eased it out of his rear, then settled him on the seat. On her knees in front of him, she began caressing his midsection as she said comfortingly, "It's okay, baby. I'm just going to massage your tummy so you can get all that soapy torment out of your insides, then we'll play in the tub with a big bag full of clear water and a colon tube. We need to rinse you out thoroughly so you won't be too sick to fuck me again." She met his lips with hers, beginning a sensuous soul kiss as she continued to rub and knead his deflating paunch.

Meanwhile, Doug was giving Laura six quarts of hot'n'soapy through a big hospital peartip nozzle, kneading her plump belly as he thrust three fingers of the other hand in and out of her slippery vagina. Occasionally she would buck and writhe when his fingers hit her g-spot just right, howling in ecstasy as she felt both her holes below the waist being filled and stretched with his loving ministrations. "After I'm empty," she panted, "I'm going to give you a bellyful of club soda through a buttplug nozzle like Susie did for Dave. I think you'll find the effects delightful," her breath blowing out forcefully as a sudden climax hit her.

In another corner of the bedroom, Dave and Susie were hooked up with Inflatable nozzles up their asses, connected to a y-hose running from an eight-quart bag. They lay on their sides facing each other, and Dave eased his penis in and out of her vagina while the solution drained into their thirsty backsides. "I'm glad Laura showed me where she kept this aphrodisiac powder I put in our water, Dave," Susie moaned. "This is heaven being able to couple like this." She met Dave's mouth for a deep soul kiss as the pace of their copulation began to speed up, her hands moving to caress his asscheeks as he pawed her buttocks passionately.

"I can't believe how much the fullness in your back passage does to tighten your pussy," he observed. "I'd forgotten how sweet it is inside your sugar walls."

Back in the reality of Tricia's livingroom, Rima had just topped off our bags, and she got on the floor behind me, took my dick in her hand, and began to stroke it while kneading my swollen paunch with the other. She'd also shut off the video, and the only sounds in the house were the gasps and moans of Karen, Trish, Andy, and me as we all began the long slide toward bliss. Although my gut felt close to exploding, RIma's caress of my member felt heavenly, and with a wail, I screamed, "CUMMMIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGGGG!" as my semen exploded against Karen's soft ass.

She squirmed her rump against my prick, purring, "So nice and nasty. I love feeling your jizz on my tushie," before gasping in ecstasy from the action of my busy fingers in her center.

FInally, we all helped each other up, each of us carrying our own bags to the bathroom as Rima led the way with the IV stand. The gallon bottles were completely empty, which meant that each of us held nearly two gallons of water inside our distended, straining bowels. After we closed the clamps on the hoses, Rima detached them from our Inflatable nozzles, then we stood in the tub, opened the taps to adjust the water to a comfortable temperature, and huddled under the steamy spray, waiting for Rima to deflate and remove the retention devices from our rears. The five of us joined in a tender hug, caressing each other's erogenous zones as the water shot out of four distended colons. After washing and rinsing each other carefully, getting our bungs and genitals squeaky clean, we dried each other with big towels and made our way to the bedroom, where we collapsed under the comforter on Trish's big waterbed.

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Wednesday classes were an ordeal. When Karen weighed herself while we were back at her place showering and changing before heading to campus, she discovered that she'd gained five pounds since the `shroom party the previous weekend. Her morning sickness was also starting to come on, so after we'd both taken a three-quart lavage (mine locked in me with a buttplug, since I'd keep it in until we got out of class), she made me swallow two teaspoonfuls of Ipecac mixed in a glass of water. Naturally, I barfed my guts out, feeling as if my heart was going to burst through the violence of my nausea. As I bent over the stool, she stroked my back gently, remarking, "Now I guess you can fully empathize with what I'll be experiencing for the next month or two. But I think I overdosed you, so I hope you'll be okay later on." When I was done vomiting, she went over my sweaty face and mouth with a damp washcloth, then sat on the pot to release her enema, asking me to rub her belly while she did so. After our shower, she made us strawberry/banana protein shakes and microwaved some cheddar cheese bagels that we then covered lavishly with cream cheese.

Driving to campus, I asked her, "What happens if I can't hold this water during the school day? Right now, as my breakfast is sitting in my stomach and my bowels are full, I feel like I'm going to explode at any minute."

Reaching over to pat my belly affectionately, she observed, "Once your food starts to digest, you'll just feel full, althrough peristalsis will have you feeling like you want to shit. But you probably won't want to eat a lot for lunch--maybe a bowl of soup and a piece of fruit, or something on that order." As we pulled into the parking garage between Faner Hall and the Student Center, she gave my crotch an affectionate squeeze, causing my dick to become instantly erect. "This should take your mind off the stuffed feeling in your colon. If you're lucky, you'll walk around with a hardon all day. In fact, I order you to keep your dick hard until we meet at the end of our classes." Shutting off the car, she reached over, met my lips with hers, and started a deep soul kiss while stroking my erection. Finally, we came up for air and got out of the car, taking our bags out and setting them on the pavement. Drawing me into a tender hug, she squeezed my buns and sighed into my ear, "This is gonna be such a sexy adventure. Remember to keep your dick hard for me, or I'll gve you six quarts to hold through the evening after you release what's inside of you now." Patting me on the fanny, she took my hand as we walked through Thompson Woods to the Life Science buildings where her first class met, then we parted with another hug and kiss before I veered to the Ag building for my morning class in the 19th century American novel.

Entering the classroom, I was hailed by Pete Samuels, a doctoral student and sometime drinking buddy. "I saw you with the blonde again. What's up with that? Did you dump that brunette you met in the Writing Center?" His face bore the expression of gleeful prurience it always held when the subject of women and sex came up.

"Actually, bro, Trish--the brunette--and Karen are good friends. We party together all the time." As I said this, a cramp from the fullness in my colon knifed through me, and I winced.

"You okay, Paul?"

"Yeah--just a touch of indigestion. I burned the toast while making breakfast, and we were running so late we ate it anyway."

"Yeah, right. I'm guessing that the blonde--Karen?--did something kinky with you this morning, and now you're paying for it." He chuckled to himself before turning to open his notebook. By that point, Dr. Peeples, the notorious letcher who taught the course, walked in and deposited his lecture notes and copy of Frank Norris's McTeague on the lectern, so I didn't reply to Pete's comment.

By the time I went to my obligatory three hours in the writing center, my breakfast was pretty well digested, and I sat nursing a cup of coffee and reading a chapter of Christine Brooke-Rose's Out for a discussion in Dr. Larson's seminar in British women novelists of the 20th century. I managed to get through three more chapters before the end of my shift. Since I'd agreed to meet Karen for a late lunch before my seminar, I packed my things in my book bag, inserted my tutorial reports into campus mail envelopes and addressed them, then deposited them in the appropriate slot in the mailroom before grabbing my mail and heading for the Student Center.

Predictably, Karen was at her usual table in the Roman Room, reading from a medical text when I came up to grab a seat next to her. "How are you doing?" I inquired. "Do you feel hungry enough to grab some actual food, or do you just want to get a soda and some chips?"

"I'm actually ravenous, Paul. I threw up again after my first class, so I came over here and grabbed a quick shake at MacDonald's, on the theory that it would settle my stomach." She reached under the table to rub my distended belly gently. "But how are you holding up? Do you feel up to eating?"

"Yes, actually. I got over the crampy feelings while I was in the writing center, and I'm anxious to see what it'll feel like with a full stomach and a full colon. What sounds good?"

"Pizza Hut--they've got those meat lovers personal pan pizzas on special this week. Since I threw up breakfast, I need a lot of protein."

"Mo, too. I could probably eat a horse--hooves and all--about now. Do you need extra cheese and pepper to go with yours? I'll fly if you buy."

"Naturally," she replied, taking a ten out of her wallet and handing it to me. "And a big bottle of apple/cranberry juice, too. I think I'm getting a bit of a kidney infection, and the juice will help flush it out."

After waiting in line for a few minutes, I got our pizzas and drinks, returning to the table to note that Andy and Rima had come in and were sitting at Karen's table. "Hey, ladies," I greeted. "How are you two doing today?"

"Tired but happy," Rima announced. "Thank God we only have one more class, then we can go home and nap."

"Don't forget that we have to stop at Walgreen's for home pregnancy tests on the way," Andy reminded her. "After all, if Paul hasn't knocked us up yet, we'll have to keep trying." We all exploded with laughter at this remark, then she turned to Karen and asked, "Have you gained any weight yet?"

"Five pounds since Saturday," the blonde replied. "Ask Paul(a) how her day's been going with three quarts of water sloshing around in her tummy."

Slowly, Andrea got up, bent behind me, and began to caress my swollen middle gently. "I don't have to ask--I can feel his expanded belly. But I do have a logistical concern, for months down the road." She returned to her seat as Karen stared at her quizically.

"Would that be how we're going to explain why his belly will be as big as ours at every stage of our pregnancies?"

"Something like that," Andy assented. "After all, it would look really weird for him to wear maternity clothes."

"I just figured we'd explain it as a sympathetic weight gain. AFter all, it's been known to happen." She grinned as Andy and Rima giggled.

We began wolfing down our pizzas as the others went off in search of food, lingered to visit while they ate, then departed for our afternoon classes. Finally, at three p.m., we were done for the day, and we met outside the bookstore for the trip out to Karen's car.

Once inside the car, she began stroking my crotch, asking me, "Did you keep your dick hard for me all day? Be honest, because I'll be checking your underwear when we get to my crib--there should be some dampness indicative of you leaking preejaculate if you've followed orders to the letter."

"Well, it kind of went down once or twice while I was concentrating on tutoring students, especially since one of my regulars is a gay male who's been trying to hit on me all semester."

"That I can excuse. But did you keep it hard while you were tutoring the others?"

"I'll be honest with you, hon. I'm so paranoid about being accused of sexual harassment that I forced myself not to get aroused when this sophomore with a really nice ass and big boobs came in."

"You'll pay for that," she snarled, putting the Lincoln into drive and backing out of her space.

As soon as we got back to her place, Karen ordered me to strip and wait for her on the bathroom floor. My bloated middle bulged down lewdly as I knelt on all fours with my head resting on my hands, and I was feeling gas pains from the pizza I'd consumed at lunch (Karen had forced me to put two packets of cheese and three packets of pepper on it, which forced me to get two refills on my large cola before we headed to our afternoon classes. The combination of spices and carbondated water had me feeling massively bloated.) I was also slightly drowsy, and was half in a doze when I heard the thwack of a ping-pong paddle against my lewdly presented rear. "Maybe sixty-grit sandpaper will get your dick hard like it's supposed to be," she snarled, slipping quickly into character as a merciless dominatrice. She pelted my tush until it was on fire, then yanked me to my feet and fastened a four-inch wide leather belt excruciatingly tightly around my waist, nearly cutting me in half and forcing my already bulging belly to pillow out above and below the belt. Taking a similar belt, she fastened it just as tightly around the widest part of my hips, which had the effect of squeezing my asscheeks together and making me feel as it my pelvis would shatter. Then she began pelting my middle with the sandpaper side of the paddle, reddening the shaven surface of my belly and making me feel as if my bowels were going to burst.

Just when I thought I was going to vomit, she laid off with the paddle and dropped to her knees to regard my steely-hard erection, which was dripping precum at a furious rate. "This is what I'd hoped for, hon," she purred, all steely resolve gone from her manner. "I was only hoping you could stay hard throughout the day so I could give you a hot blowjob in the parking lot before we drove home." She wrapped her lips around my woody and began worshipping it with her mouth, stroking its length with one hand while fondling my balls with the other. Trapped in the conflicting sensations of her intense stimulation of my dick, the soreness of my asscheeks and swollen tummy, and the pain and pressure in my bowels, it was only a matter of minutes until I exploded a copious load of my come down her swallowing throat. After she swallowed my offering noisily and cleansed the head of my penis with loud, slurping sounds, she rose slowly, exclaiming, "Yumbo. Your come tastes especially nice when you're a little bit pregnant, Paul(a)." Grabbing the end of the belt around my hips, she frog- marched me into the bathroom, started steamy water running in the tub after adding bath salts, and began unbuckling both belts that had me tightly constricted.

"I'm going to pull your plug and let you release, and then we're going to take a nice bubble bath together and nap for a bit before supper. Now bend that slutty ass over in front of me so I can uncork your nasty backside." I bent, holding my sore cheeks wide apart as she began tugging the retention device from my rear, then held my cheeks together to forestall my expulsion until she could guide me to the toilet. My buns smarted as they contacted the cold seat, but I couldn't move, as the load of salt water, impelled by the gas from the pizza, cheese, peppers, and massive load of carbondated water from all the cola I'd drunk earlier, exploded out of me with such force I feared my asshole would turn inside out. Her hands pressed imperiously against my bloated middle, making sure that everything emptied out of me as rapidly as possible, kneading the bloated flesh to force the gas out of every nook and cranny of my colon. Before I was done, she let up on her massage of my crampy abdomen and took me into a tender hug, then directed me to stand so she could cleanse my dirty anus.

As we bathed each other sensually, we took special care to devote extra attention to each other's genitals and backsides. Thrusting a finger lewdly up my tush, she observed my reawakening erection and inquired, "How would it feel to have me pump a couple of quarts of the bubble bathwater into your tum so you can hold it during our nap?"

"Only if you'll join me," I quipped.

Her only reply was to take me into her arms and give me a deep soul kiss. We exited the tub, helping each other towel dry with the bathwater still standing, then filled two two-quart bags with the sudsy water, attached peartip hospital nozzles to their hoses, and let the rest of the water drain from the tub. After wiping down the tub, we lay on our left sides spoon style, inserted each other's nozzles, and drained the sudsy flusher into our bowels. Karen got up, fetched two inflatable vibrating plugs from the dresser, came over and pulled my nozzle, then deftly inserted one plug into my fannysocket while I put the other one up her behind. After inflating them to maximum size, we each took our control boxes in hand and, arms around each other's waists, walked to the bedroom, where we lay down facing each other, drew one another into a sexy hug, turned on the vibrators, and dozed off with my penis partially inserted into her dripping pussy.

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I was awakened by a cramp knifing through my distended middle; I looked at Karen's digital alarm clock to note that it was just past seven-thirty. My dick, still partially inside her sweet cunt, was three-quarters erect, so I pushed further inside her, brushed her lips softly with mine, and whispered, "Wake up, sleepyhead. Would you rather fuck before or after we release these loads of sudsy water?"

Her eyelids fluttered open, and she clamped my penis viselike with her vaginal muscles. "I'd hope the answer to that question is obvious by now," she giggled, grabbing my asscheeks to pull me deeper inside her. Our desire for each other spun quickly out of control, and our pace speeded to a locomotive rhythm. "God it's so good to fuck you, Paul. My pregnancy makes me hornier than ever." I only grunted as I felt her snapping pussy muscles convulsing around my pecker, evidence that she was already orgasming. As I continued to ride her hard in the missionary position (a position we used less frequently than female superior or dog style), she began squeezing and slapping hard at my asscheeks, making my arousal grow to the point of no return.

"I'm coming!" I bellowed, gasping as my orgasm hit, protracted and intense as I delivered eight or ten hot squirts of my semen deep into her womb, the aftershocks from her second set of orgasms milking every drop from my aching balls. Once my dick softened and plopped out ot her yoni, I observed, "I'm getting really bad cramps from the soapy water. Maybe we should release this soon."

"The feeling's mutual," she seconded. "I feel as if my tummy's about to explode." Seizing her middle, she flipped onto her right side and moaned softly, little mewling sounds escaping her throat. I turned to lie behind her spoon fashion, rubbing her distended middle in an effort to massage her cramps away. "That's just what I need, lover. If you rub me for a few more minutes, then help me up, we'll move to the bathroom and release these loads." She cooed and gurgled as I gently soothed her bloated gut with my hands, then I helped her sit and pulled her up by both hands so I could support her for the walk to the john.

As she squatted over the stool, I deflated her plug, turned off the vibrator, and eased it out of her big round bottom, then helped her sit, her legs shaking. Her massive fart echoed in the bathroom, setting the air reeking, then she began passing an explosive flood of her waste. "Feels so good to let it all go," she gasped, her voice a tormented croak. "I can only imagine what your belly's gonna feel like after I pass my first trimester." I continued to massage her distended abdomen as she released the rest of the two quarts she'd been holding inside her for three hours or so, occasionally moving my tongue toward her chest to lick and chew on her nipples. As the last of the solution exited her bung, she exploded in orgasm, screaming, "I love it when you tease my nipples while I'm letting a big load explode out of my bowels," then slumped wearily against my chest. As soon as she decided she was finished, I gave her a hand wiping her magnificent fanny, then she positioned me over the toilet so I could relieve myself of the gut-buster I still retained.

By this time, I was gasping from the soapy cramps that ripped through my midsection. Karen looked at me with concern as she deflated my plug and began to ease it out of my tush. Rubbing my belly gently with her right hand, she wrapped the left one around my penis and bewgan to flick her tongue against the tip; I felt my dick begin swelling into erection as a huge fart wracked my gut, then felt the explosion of sudsy water from my rear. I ran my fingers through Karen's silky blonde hair as she fellated me exquisitely, shooting my come down her throat as the last of the purge exited my sore bottom. Once she and I were satisfied that I was completely empty, she lovingly wiped my rear, then we headed into her shower with 3.8 quart bags and hospital nozzles to rinse out and clean up.

Once we'd finished in the shower and dried off, she refilled my bag to the 3-quart mark with steamy water to which two tablespoons of table salt had been added, swapped the peartip nozzle for a buttplug nozzle, and eased it into my rear. "I'll be back after I'm dressed," she announced, loping out of the bathroom as the water began to flow into my wide-open behind. The temperature of the solution was exquisite, caressing my bowels with its soothing warmth; I felt half loved to death by Karen's attentions, shivering in ecstasy as I contemplated her soft round body, silky hair, and tender blue eyes. It was then that I realized what a treasure I'd found, a feminine confection whose presence in my life made every nerve ending scream with tenderness and hunger. I gurgled contentedly as I felt my colon filling futher, glancing up to note that the bag was nearly flat above me.

At that point, Karen returned to the bathroom, noted the progress of my purge, and knelt beside me after snapping the clamp shut. "Do you think a bellyful of warm water will inhibit you from eating a bit of supper?" she inquired. "Since you're gonna be pregnant along with us girls, you've got to keep up your strength."

"What did you have in mind?" I asked, rubbing my midsection to circulate the soothing water into the expanse of my colon.

"I've got tomato soup heating, and I thought I'd make some grilled cheese sandwiches." She smiled at me lovingly, her hand going to caress my slightly distended stomach.

"Sounds perfect," I replied, shifting to balance on my knees and draw her into a tender hug. After exchanging a deep soul kiss that seemed to last for an hour, her hands roaming my back and buttocks, she closed the clamp on the short length of tubing connecting my plug nozzle to the tubing from the bag, disconnected the two sections of tubing, took my hand, and led me to her bedroom, where she dressed me in a black teddy and French-cut panties.

"After we eat," she announced, leading me to the kitchen, "Moonflower is dropping by with some Northern Lights for us. I told her a little bit about the empathy exercise we're doing with you while all four of us girls are knocked up--I hope you don't mind."

"I guess not--after all, I know Moonflower is like family to you." I began to eat my soup slowly and carefully, as it was still very hot, taking occasional bites from my sandwich.

"While she's here, if you start to get cramping from supper and the load of solution you're holding, she gives a great abdominal massage. She sometimes works as a colonic therapist, so she really has the magic touch."

As she reached over to press into my swollen middle, I belched, replying, "I'm looking forward to it."

We'd just finished our meal, and I was rinsing the dishes, when a knock came at the front door. Karen left the kitchen, and a moment later I heard her say, "Welcome, Moonflower--it's been a long time since you've visited my house."

"Too long," the broad-beamed earth mother replied, following my lover into the kitchen. She came up behind me and patted me on the ass. "Nice outfit, Paul. Turn around so I can see how your pregnancy is progressing."

As I turned, she lifted the hem of my teddy to gaze at my slightly distended stomach, rubbing it gently with her right hand. "I can't wait to see this get bigger to keep up with Karen's weight gain." She pressed and squeezed my abdomen for a few moments, and added, "Karen informs me you've gotten Tricia, Andrea, and Rima knocked up, too. It sounds like you're in for a major bellyache for some time to come."

"We're looking for a house big enough for the five of us, plus four infants," Karen informed her. "Since Tricia's house is about half paid off, while mine and Rima's are about a third clear of payments, if we can list them with a good realtor, the equity from the sales should reduce our down payment to zero."

"Was that Tricia's idea?" Moonflower asked. "She always did have a really sharp business head. Next time you folks are here all together, call me. I really want to pick her brain about a business idea I have in mind. And I haven't seen Andy and Rima for a helluva long time."

"As a matter of fact, we're planning another `shroom party for Saturday. Would you like to join us?"

"I'd like nothing better." Beckoning to Karen with her right hand, she drew us into a tender hug. "I suppose you two will want to check out this pot."

"We'll be more comfortable in the living room," Karen offered, wrapping her right arm around my waist to lead us out of the kitchen.