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Graduate School Games - Chapter 1

Book 6 - Part 2

Karen sat down on the right end of the couch, with me in the middle and Moonflower on my left. "We've got you right where we want you, Paul(a)," Moonflower chuckled. "This way we can both attack you."

"You read my mind," Karen retorted. She put a hand in my lap and began rubbing my dick through the panties I was wearing. "I told Paul(a) about your skill with abdominal massages, and he'll probably need one, since he's holding three quarts of salt water plus a big bowl of tomato soup and a grilled-cheese sandwich." She patted my distended middle tenderly as she looked into my eyes. "Do you want to try Moonflower's skill, hon? It'll probably relax you to the point where you can sleep the night without releasing your enema."

"Before you answer," Moonflower put in, "I should mention that I worked for a while at a psychiatric hospital in Chicago. Some of the patients I saw were so severely depressed that their medications caused them extreme constipation. In one case, a woman who'd made five suicide attempts before being committed to the hospital was on psychotropics so powerful that she started becoming autointoxicated from being unable to defecate. Some nights I had to lock two or three quarts of green soap solution into her bowels, and sit at her bed massaging her tummy so she could sleep. After a week or so of this treatment, and a special high-fiber diet, she started to become more regular. But her medication still bound her up enough that I had to give her a daily salt water treatment and a weekly high colonic. I'll never forget her leavetaking the day she was released from the hospital. I had just finished giving a colonic to another patient, a severely depressed writer who'd started suffering from impotence after the death of his wife, when I walked out to the front desk and my woman patient stood there, smiling despite the tears welling up in her eyes. She hugged me, told me she'd never forget me, and informed me that she was going to miss our sessions with the rubber bag and hose. I broke policy by giving her my home phone number, and we met several times while I was still in the Chi-town, when I gave her backside and belly the attention they needed and we had some great sex afterward." She sighed away a tear or two of nostalgia as she finished this narrative, adding, "So you're in really good hands with me in your corner," as she patted my tummy with utter tenderness.

"Do you want to use my bong?" Karen asked, stroking my erecting dick with her left hand while she reached down to pick up the instrument and hand it to the overblown earth goddess.

"Hang on to your hats, kids," Moonflower announced. "It's gonna be a wild ride from here on out." She began packing the party bowl with the fluffy greed bud, then handed the bong to me so I could light it, announcing, "Father to be gets first hit."

I sucked hard and drew too much of the expansive smoke into my lungs, coughing as a result of my greed, my eyes watering as the THC-laden smoke went straight to the back of my brain, handing the bong to Moonflower, who followed suit (up to and including her coughing fit) before handing it across me to Karen. We passed it back and forth in this manner, becoming more judicious in the amount of smoke we took in so as not to be wasteful, and each got about five hits apiece before the bowl was empty. "I need a break," I complained. "My throat is so raw, I feel like I've been swallowing sandpaper."

"Good idea," Moonflower observed. "It won't be but a minute until we're all three of us so high we won't want to smoke anymore for hours." She began to rub my paunch as Karen started fondling my erection through my panties. "Is the pot helping to settle your pregnant tummy, Karen?" she asked.

"For sure--and I'm betting that Paul(a) has forgotten that s/he is holding three quarts of fluid in its colon, too."

"I guess a vigorous massage is in order, then, so that s/he will remember the full belly." She rose from the couch, lifted my lower legs and feet, then spun me onto my back on the couch, seating herself cross-legged on the floor where she could work both hands roughly into the inflated flesh of my middle.

Meanwhile, Karen repositioned herself on her knees over my head after sliding her panties off, and directed, "Maybe eating me out will distract you from the way Moonflower's going to work over your bloated gut." SHe lowered herself so that her asscrack rested over my nose and her open vagina hovered directly over my mouth.

I felt Moonflower's hands kneading and squeezing various areas of my distended middle with increasing force, causing the fluid inside my bowels to reach hidden pockets and dislodging gas in a way that caused me some severe but intermittent cramps. Karen's box was pungent with her arousal, and I felt my dick erecting involuntarily despite the increasing pressure in my guts. By this point, Karen's crotch was banging forcefully against my face as she gave herself over to one long, drawn-out series of climaxes; her beautiful asshole above my nose contracted to utter noisy farts as her sphincter loosened up in her ecstasy. Finally, Moonflower stopped her massage action on my distended tummy, slapped my paunch sharply, then left her warm hand resting on its exposed expanse. "I think," she began, " we should let him release this so the gas will be out of his system, then we can give him the six-quart overnight treatment you have planned for him and see how he bears up under it." She rose, lifted her skirt and dropped her panties, and thrust her voluminous ass lewdly against my face, kneeling with her thick thighs on either side of my chest. "But first, with Karen's permission, I want you to eat my asshole." She lowered her big moon over my mouth, spreading her cheeks wide with both hands, as I began thrusting my tongue into her opening sphincter. After I put my hands on her buttocks to hold them apart, I saw her hands move up to her round stomach, kneading her own middle to produce a gigantic fart. Retching from the methane stench, I breathed through my mouth and plunged my tongue gamely back up her fannysocket. "How does my bunghole taste?" she inquired. "Is it spicy enough for you?"

"What did you eat?" I asked with a quaver in my voice.

"Just a pint or two of five-alarm chili. My guts are so full of gas you're going to be half-insensible by the time you're done eating me." I felt her sphincter spasm around my tongue as she again farted thunderously. I continued to stab it in and out of her huge ass like a tiny penis, feeling my dick return to erection from the way her asshole continued to flex and relax rhythmically in time to my act of analingus. SHe shook in orgasm several times, then sank down hard on my face to the point that I feared suffocation, before rising to spread her cheeks wide and direct, "Take a good look at my bunghole, Paul(a). I think I'll have to crap before we give you your treatment." She heaved a sigh, adding, "Oh well--this way you can honestly tell Tricia, Rima, and Andrea that you got shit-faced with me." We all chorted at this remark, then she rose, taking my left hand while Karen took my right, and we walked into the bathroom three abreast.

Seating her wide bottom on the toilet, Moonflower farted thunderously, remarking, "I think your tongue action loosened me up just enough, Paul(a)," before grunting to eject several large turds into the can. "I probably shouldn't have eaten that much chili and ten of those super-hot jalapeños, because I've had a bellyache all evening. On the other hand, this is the most sensual shit a person could experience without getting an enema." She winced, then grunted as another load exploded from her butthole. "Come, little boy-girl slave, lick my nipples while you rub my fat tummy." She showed me how to move my hands as I began to lick and suck and nip at her huge aureolae; her breathing became ragged, and she bucked in orgasm several times as she completed her defecation, then rose and presented her fanny so I could wipe it for her. "Now bend over in front of me and I'll pull your plug," she commanded.

After the instrument was out of my behind, Moonflower and Karen lifted me onto the toilet seat and began massaging my belly as the steamy water shot explosively from my rear. I felt loved half to death, the action of their hands against my middle causing gas pockets to dislodge deep inside me, which also intensified the cramping effects of my expulsion. At last, I hung limply as they continued to rub my abdomen and stroked my penis back into erection.

"If you'll get the bong and some pot, I'll get him started on his overnight infusion," Moonflower directed. Before she left on her errand, Karen bent over in front of me so i could kiss her ass, then walked away with her tush swaying sexily. "Now that we're alone, Paul, I'm going to show you how I prep someone for colonic therapy; my technique is a bit unusual, compared to what you're accustomed to from Karen, Tricia, Rima, and Andrea." She took off her skirt and sat on the toilet, directing, "Lie here across my legs, face down, with your legs spread wide apart." As I assumed the position, she observed, "That's very good. Now hold your fanny cheeks open so I can get you lubed." Again, I complied, and she began a sensual massage of my bottom and anal region with soothing oil on her hands, finally zeroing in to slide a finger sensuously into my sphincter, fucking in and out of me for several minutes before inserting it fully and hooking the tip up toward the front of my body. She gently stroked my P-spot for several minutes, causing my dick to erect hugely, preejaculate leaking from the glans at a furious rate. Then she withdrew the finger, added a second one, and continued her massage.

By this time, Karen had returned with the bong and a small tray with loose pot and a lighter on it. "Good. Paul, do you have any idea what a treat it is for you to have Moonflower massaging your asshole? The first time she did that for me, when I was suffering excruciating menstrual cramps a few years ago, I came so hard I passed out before she could even get the inflatable nozzle in me for a soapy flushout before giving me a high colonic. As a matter of fact, I was so relaxed by her massage that a mountain of shit exploded from my bowels after I woke up, before she could even put the inflatable nozzle inside me."

I felt my balls tightening up, my erection stirring toward ejaculation, and warned Moonflower, "I'm gonna come in a second if you keep that up." I humped my shattering dick against her plump naked thighs as I said this, wanting only to dissolve in the sexual joy her attention was giving me.

"Go ahead and come, Paul(a). It will relax you more and make you more receptive to this treatment." She withdrew two fingers and added a third, pumping them in and out faster as she slapped at my asscheeks with her other hand, until, with a deep groan, I squirmed against her lap and shot my semen all over her warm thighs. Keeping her fingers inside me, Moonflower directed Karen, "Fill that six-quart closed bag with 110o water and a quarter cup of Epsom salts. After you've attached the hose and shaken it thoroughly, go get my purse. There's a special nozzle in there that I want to use on Paul(a)." Wiggling her fingers inside my butt, she ordered me, "Now try to relax and tighten your sphincter several times. I'm going to teach you a male version of a Kegel exercise that will amaze you with its effects." I flexed my bootie hole to squeeze her fingers tightly, then let it open, repeating this a few dozen times until she began to slide her fingers deeper inside as I relaxed and pull them out as I tightened. I felt mwy erection stirring against her soft legs again, and heard her ask, "How do my fingers feel inside you now?"

"Great," I moaned. "You fuck my asshole so nice with your fingers. But I don't see the point of the exercise."

"It's to give you greater control over your anal sphincter, to help you maintain a firmer erection, and to allow you better control over your ejaculation. Not only will the exercise help you with these functions, but if you continue them for several weeks, you'll find that your orgasms and ejaculations will be much more intense and pleasurable to you." She slid her fingers out of my rear with a pop, slapped me sharply on the ass, and directed me, "Lie down on your left side near the toilet, with your legs slightly apart." Just then, Karen handed Moonflower the purse, and the earth mother opened it to produce what looked like a dildo five inches long and two and a half thick, that tapered smaller above a flanged base, in the exact dimensions of the queen buttplugs Karen and company had been using on me. The instrument had a short length of tubing coming out of its base, and Moonflower attached this by means of a quick-connect fitting to the hose from the bag.

"Looks like you're about to get fucked again," Karen observed. "Hope you enjoy it." I felt the phallic toy entering my rear, opening me up wide before it seated itself with a sucking sound, then heard the clicking of the clamp as Moonflower started my irrigation. The warm water soothed as it began filling my hollow bowels, and I gurgled contentedly as Moonflower started rubbing my expanding middle in slow circles, willing the water to penetrate all the hidden reaches and pockets of my colon. Meanwhile, Karen was kneeling in front of me fondling my pecker in slow sensuous motions, her right thumb occasionally rubbing against my cockhead as I felt my precum fluid leaking copiously.

As I sighed drowsily, Moonflower asked, "Are you starting to feel full yet?" as I looked at my abdomen, which was starting to bulge noticeably. A sudden cramp caused me to arch my back, and I heard the clamp click shut as she intensified her massage of my distended gut. "You're doing well, Paul(a)," she observed. "You've already got four of the six quarts inside you. Now I'm sure you can take just a little bit more, can't you?"

"Yessss," I hissed through clenched teeth. "Fill me up all the way." I wiggled my rear, adoring the way she and Karen were fucking me with the steamy water. A click alerted me to the fact that the last two quarts were in the process of stuffing my belly, and I felt an occasional cramp as gas pockets deep inside me were dislodged. Between Moonflower's gentle but insistent massage of my tummy, and Karen's slow stroking of my manhood, I exploded in a joyous burst of ejaculation just before the click of the clamp alerted me that I had a gallon and a half of 110o F water locked inside my round stomach. I sighed gratefully as Karen cleansed my penis with her mouth and tongue, then felt them help me to rise, walking me into Karen's bedroom and seating me on the bed where they helped me into a maternity teddy and g-string, then placing me on my left side so Moonflower could massage me into deep sleep. The last thing I remembered was Karen's crotch against my ass as I drifted off into dreamland.

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When I awakened, my belly close to the exploding point from the six quarts of water I'd retained through my slumber, I noticed that my dick was rock-hard against Karen's soft ass. I began to fondle her right breast with my right hand while cupping her vulva with my left. "Ummm," she sighed, "what a lovely way to wake up." She squirmed in arousal, adding, "But I'll bet your tummy is about to burst from all that water, isn't it?"

"Yeah--but I still wanna fuck you before I release." Without another word, she rolled into my arms, taking my cock in hand to ease it into her dripping vagina, her lips meeting mine in a passionate kiss. I could feel her PC muscles clamp down to grasp my penis like a velvet vise, and I began to pump in and out of her as our mutual excitement mounted. "It's so wonderful inside your tight pussy," I moaned, grasping her opulent buttocks roughly with both hands as I picked up the pace to begin slamming my meat in and out of her sugar walls.

"Keep up that salacious talk and I'll probably come about a dozen times before you even get started, then I may pass out and leave you behind," she gasped against my right ear as I felt my erection continuing to grow in size and firmness while we coupled noisily and passionately. I was beginning to feel a preorgasmic tingle in my belly and groin when she bucked underneath me, groaning, "I'm coming, and it feels so gooodddd!" her voice rising to a shriek as her vulva began snapping rapidly around my blood-engorged member.

"Gawd yes!" I wailed, my semen beginning to jet forcefully from my red-hot engine to flood her insides as I continued my furious fucking motion to send her over the edge into a second chain of firecracker climaxes. By the time our hips stopped pumping, we were both gasping and gibbering in spent passion. Within minutes, however, my dick detumesced and slid out of her cunt, and I rolled on my back, grasping my distended middle. "I think I've gotta get rid of this load right now or my gut's gonna explode."

Karen placed the warm palm of her right hand on my chest as she sat up and looked at me with deep concern in her eyes. "I'll help you to the bathroom, hon," she announced, wrapping her left arm around my waist to ease me into a seated position, then supporting me as we exited her bedroom, my hands still rubbing my swollen stomach to try to soothe away my cramps from the volume inside my bowels. As I squatted over the toilet seat, she eased the dildo plug nozzle out of my rear and settled me on the seat, then got on her knees and began massaging my inflated abdomen. "Just relax, Sugar," she soothed with her low, throaty voice as she continued with her circular kneading of my bloated tummy. "It'll be all right if you only let the tension ease from your muscles; your colon won't cramp up, no matter how full it is, unless the solution is doctored with a compound that causes cramps, like Castor oil, soap, glycerine, blackstrap molasses, or whatever, as long as you can keep your abdominal muscles relaxed. Cramps only happen when you tense up." Suddently I felt my gut being wracked by a huge fart that was preceded by the granddaddy of all cramps right square in the middle of my still-bulging belly; from this ensued an explosion from my anus of all six quarts of water, plus a pound of two of my waste. As I struggled to catch my breath, Karen still rubbing my stomach to stimulate peristalsis and thus help me relax, she observed, "I guess you really needed this enema, didn't you, Paul?" Meeting my mouth in a kiss, she inquired, "Do you know what the fun part of this klismaphilic psychodrama really is, baby?"

"Do guesses count?" I arched my back as a sudden explosive cramp in my bowels signalled that another pocket of gas was being dislodged, and would soon be followed by another relentless shit hemorrhage that would leave me feeling weak, drained, and half-nauseous. Karen regarded me silently, with an enigmatic smile on her lips as she awaited my response. "The fun part is probably telling your partner that she or he needs another enema right after they finish expelling a big one, before they're wide awake or energetic enough to defend themselves."

"Bravo," she deadpanned, adding, "But the really fun part of that whole privilege is the privilege that attaches to being a medical professional, or at least to being in training for the profession. And that's simply because if Andrea or Rima or I tell you or Trish, or each other, that the patient needs another enema again right away to avoid complications ensuing from the earlier enema, our loved ones and patients are inclined to believe it. Let me know when you're through shitting so I can wipe your ass and get you ready for your next enema, okay?" She wandered off to putter around in another corner of her big bathroom as I felt the last of my water torment leave my ringing colon, and I vaguely recall her taking out the ten- quart bag and an incredibly thick six-foot colon tube that was at least an inch in diameter throughout its menacing red rubber length. I clutched my belly in anticipaton as I imagined the small swimming pool that was going to form in my intestines as Karen gave me my much-needed next treatment.

As my ejecta exploded into the toilet, generating huge farts and cramps from the dislodged gas in my colon, I clutched my middle and moaned hoarsely in my agony. Hiccupping noisily, I watched as Karen returned to my view, wheeling an IV stand from which the monstrous bag was hanging. The colon tube was attached to the primary hose from the bag, and she brought the business end of the tube near my face as she explained, "I'm feeling all bloated and crampy and gassy this morning. If I weren't pregnant, I'd swear I was getting my period. Therefore, you're going to get two and a half gallons of club soda forced into your sluggish bowels, so you'll feel full just the way I do. I will let you release most of it before we leave for class, but you'll retain at least two quarts of it through an inflatable plug throughout the day. When we return here later this afternoon, I'm going to massage your stomach with the special vibrator and all its attachments for a half hour before you'll be allowed to release the bubbly blaster." She patted my deflated middle and asked, "Doesn't that sound like fun?" then, when I didn't answer instantly, began to squeeze and knead my belly flesh roughly. "Amswer me, bitch, or I'll massage your gut with my fists."

"It sounds like really kinky fun, but I hope my bowels don't burst in the process."

"After the way we've been training you, I doubt it. And if they do, it will serve you right for getting all four of us knocked up."

Tears in my eyes, I protested, "But Karen, I though you wanted to have my baby."

"I do, hon, but this is just one of those days when my pregnancy makes me feel really bitchy and mean. The way I'm feeling right now sucks a big rubber dick, and I want you to be able to empathize with my misery and general ickiness." She squeezed my abdomen for a few more minutes, then directed, "Stand so I can wipe you, then lie on your left side in the tub, with your right leg drawn up toward your chest, in the Sims position." As I assumed my receptive position, she began to ease lubricated fingers into my bottom hole, commencing a sensuous massage of my prostate that quickly had my erection stirring into obdurate rigidity. Just as quickly, I felt her begin the insertion of the thick tube, which set off shockwaves in my prostate and anal passage, and the beginning of the bubbly flow of the club soda. "Since I have so much of this to drain into your body, I want you to lie very still, as movement tends to stir this stuff up and make you feel even fuller than you will already be by the end of the treatment." She began a circular massage of my tummy as the effervescent solution began to penetrate deeper and deeper into my colon.

I could feel the bubbles exploding deep inside me, and watched my midsection begin to distend as my bowels expanded in response to the liquid invasion. Karen's hand on my abdomen felt soothing and reassuring, but I couldn't resist a sense of panic as the solution kept flowing relentlessly up my backside, jetting into me with a power I was too weak to resist. I asked, "What if I can't take all ten quarts at once, but have to release some before the bag is empty?"

"Then you'll get a soapy enema matching the amount you can't hold initially when we get back from campus later. And that one you'll hold overnight." Squeezing my inflating paunch roughly, she inquired, "Do you understand?" When I didn't respond immediately, she squeezed the antrium syringe to force another quart of the club soda almost instantly into my straining bowels. After I nodded in the affirmative, too weak and dizzy from the pressure in my middle to find my voice, she resumed her soothing massage of my huge gut. "You're doing well so far," she commented. "You've already got seven quarts of this delicious stuff inside you. How do you feel?"

"Like I'm gonna explode," I croaked, belching with a sense of mounting panic generated by the nausea created through the fullness in my intestines. I began to hiccup, causing Karen to intensify her massage of my bloated belly, squinting my eyes shut against the tears of panic and misery that the inflation of my belly was beginning to cause. The huge load of water and club soda continued to chug its way deeper and deeper into my distended colon, pushed further inside me by the action of Karen's hands on my roundly swelling abdomen. "Too much liquid," I moaned, my voice barely audible because the agonizing pressure in my middle prevented me from breathing deeply enough to project my voice beyond a whisper. Deep in the reaches of my psyche, I began to wonder if Karen would let me die from this treatment, set me free with a wrenching final reminder of my mortality.

I guess I must have passed out after this troubling dialogue with myself, because the next thing I became aware of was Karen's gentle hand making light circles over the huge expanse of my round, overfull tummy. I felt my erection swelling hard enough to shatter steel, which condition was not alleviated in the least by Karen's relentless massage of its length with her other hand. The feeling that I was going to spurt out not just a load of semen but also my entrails came into my head, and I was suddenly orgasmophobic, begging Karen in a raspy whisper, "Please don't make me cum--if I come I'll die--I just know it." She stopped in mid- stroke, loosened her grip on my dick, and regarded me with a puzzled stare.

"Why do you think reaching an orgasm in your current condition would be fatal to you?" She bent over me, her face coming close to search my eyes from eight inches away. "What are you afraid of, hon?" She brought her lips to mine for a tender kiss. "Don't you trust me, sugar? Do you think I'd let anything bad happen to you while we're getting kinky?" Her face started working furiously, reflecting her struggle to avoid an emotional outburst that might spoil the mood of the scene. "Don't you love me enough to realize that I would never attempt to extend your limits without adequate preparation, both physical and psychological?" Her tone was developing a curious edge that signalled a partial loss of emotional control.

Wrapping my arms around her and pulling her close, meeting her lips in an extended kiss that it took several minutes for us to break off from, I then found my voice. (By this time, the sense of explosive fullness had moderated somewhat, and I felt able to fill my lungs for the first time in twenty minutes or so.) "Darling, you know I trust you--and love you with everything I'm made of-- and am fully confident in your ability and skill at guiding me through a really intense scene with both my bodily integrity and my sanity intact. I guess I was just flipped into the scene so intensely, between your massage of my impregnified middle and your sly masturbation of my achingly hard penis, that I began confusing the two sensations, thinking my bowels and the rest of my internal organs would fly out the head of my dick along with a healthy load of jizz. I'm sorry if my state of sub flight freaked you out." I kissed her again, feeling her melt in my arms in such a way that I felt my peter once again hard as concrete between her warm thighs.

"Apology accepted. It's scary how adroit you are with words sometimes, Paul. I think I was even entertaining thoughts of walking out on you before I heard your explanation. Next question: if I straddle you and promise not to put any weight on your belly, do ya wanna fuck?"

I said nothing, merely grabbed her by the hips, eased myself down into a seated position on the bath rug, guiding her into position over my lap, then lay back as she slowly eased her fully-lubricated labia over my burning spear. Her sopping cuntlips teased the head of my dick as she slid onto it like some crazed mannequin on a carousel. Vaginal muscles squeezing my member in a death grip, she began to rock up and down my phallic length, sending shockwaves through my midsection as the pace of our coupling intensified. My gut, swollen as if in an advanced state of pregnancy, felt close to bursting from the huge load of club soda and water stretching it well beyond its normal capacity; a glance upward confirmed my hypothesis that the giant bag was completely empty of its contents. Karen's head swung to follow my gaze, and I heard a click as she closed the clamp to seal the two and a half gallons of effervescent solution inside my straining bowels. In the next moment, I felt a lurch in my belly, and I howled, "I'm coming," as my seminal fluid began to to pump forcefully into her voracious womb. Her gasps and snapping pc muscles around my erection signalled her own consummation, and I squeezed her in my arms as her heaving breasts rested sweatily against my chest.

I guess a rictus of agony must have crossed my face within moments, because my blonde goddess looked into my eyes with deep concern and observed, "I guess it's time to let you release about eight quarts of that stuff, isn't it?" Bringing herself up off my crotch, she swung off the bed, stood beside me, and took my hands in hers. "Come on, love--I'll help you into the bathroom." Feeling about to burst, I limped slowly in her sheltering embrace and settled myself in a half- squat over the toilet seat. As she eased the thick tube from my behind, I shrieked as another burst of my semen shot involuntarily from my penis to run down my huge round stomach. I groaned in my sensory overload, moaning softly as she began to massage my belly sensually to hasten my expulsion, then ran her tongue over its beached whale expanse to cleanse it of my unanticipated spend.

"Uhhh-oooohhh--sssssss," I grunted (hissed) as the bubbly blaster began to issue forcefully from my poor, tortured bowels. "I feel like I'm gonna explode, even while this stuff is shooting out of my ass." I cradled my tummy protectively as a huge cramp seized the center of my colon.

"What I can't believe is that your shit still stinks after all the loads we've flushed in and out of your rotten belly these last few months. You must get autointoxicated if you go more than a day or so without a load in your guts, don't you?"

"Probably--at least, based on the smell of my farts if I've been forced to go two days or so without an enema. Do you think I've become dependent on them?"

"Probably, but if so, you're in the best hands possible with me and my sistahs around to administer timely and thorough treatment to your needy little asshole." She began a gentle circular massage of my abdomen that was infused with such tenderness that I felt tears springing to my eyes. "Why is baby crying?" she inquired in a crooning voice. "Are you still feeling crampy, sweetness?"

"No--I was just touched by the tender way you're rubbing my tum-tum so the rest of the club soda will shoot out of me without cramping so much. You are a sweet and loving spirit, Karen." I gurgled as she continued her caress of my slowly deflating paunch, then winced when she took her hand off my belly and crossed the room to fetch a buttplug from a cabinet near the sink.

"Now I want you to bear down with your anal muscles and force yourself to stop releasing the club soda. I think you're empty enough to go to campus with the rest of that stuff inside you." Clutching my still-inflated middle, I clenched my asscheeks and stopped my expulsion. Although slight cramping was still present, I felt much relieved compared to the state in which I sat down on the stool.

As I rose slowly to my feet, Karen directed, "Turn so I can wipe your bottom for you, then we'll see if we can get this plug into you without causing an accident or any unncessary pain." I felt soft paper applied to my tush, followed by a cooling dampness (a baby wipe, I figured) that left my anal region tingling. Then I felt her work a lubricated, gloved finger into my tushie hole, swirling it around to widen my back passage. Its withdrawal was followed by the entrance of two fingers, with more widening motions to prepare my nasty male cunt for the insertion of the instrument that would lock the rest of the club soda inside my intestines to wreak its havoc in my innards through the course of my day. Soon she had three fingers sawing rapidly in and out of my moon, and I felt the pre-ejaculate leaking from my dick at a furious rate. Just when I thought I'd shoot a mighty burst of gism against her nude body, she removed her fingers from my hole and began pushing a giant plug up my tush, the four-inch wide model she hadn't used on me for a month. Taking my right hand in hers, she led me into her bedroom, drawing me into a tender hug as she pulled me onto the bed, eventually guiding the head of my newly-erect peter between the fiery moistness of her cuntlips to rock me in her arms as we copulated into sweet oblivion.

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As we began to dress for class, I noted that I couldn't get the waistband closed on the pair of jeans I'd selected to wear. "Hon, I think my tummy's too big to wear any of my jeans today. What do you think I should do?"

Reaching into a dresser drawer, she extracted a pair of maroon sweatpants. "Try these on," she directed. I sat on the edge of the bed and slid them on, then pulled the drawstring snug around my expanded waist.

"It looks like they'll work, but what do I do for pockets?"

Reaching into another drawer, she extracted a shocking pink fanny pack. "I know the color is goofy, but since people who know us know you haven't moved all your stuff in here yet, you can tell them that you left your blue one back in your apartment. I don't think it will raise too many eyebrows, and this way you can carry your wallet, change, office keys, cigarettes and lighter, and whatever." I put the pack around my waist and followed her out to the kitchen, where she was putting bagels into the toaster and cutting up fruit for nutrition shakes. As she stood over the blender, a look of distress crossed her features, amd she asked, "Can you finish making these shakes? My morning sickness is back." She literally ran out of the kitchen as I added the powder and milk, ran the blender for the required time, and left the mixture to settle while I ran to the bathroom to check on her.

Seeing her still kneeling over the toilet, I dampened a washcloth with warm water and began to run it over her forehead, eventually (when she was done puking) cleansing her mouth and chin. "Thanks, love," she gasped. "I'll be glad when this phase passes." As I assisted her in standing, she observed, "I think for supper tonight you'll get three quarts of extremely warm water with a cup of blackstrap molasses, a cup of milk, and two ounces of Castile soap added, and we'll lie down for a nap from five until nine p.m. Then, if we're hungry when we wake up and I've let you release your torment, we'll do some mac`n`cheese and baked beans." Patting my rounded middle, she concluded, "Let's eat our breakfast and get on the road so we're not late for classes." I followed her delectable rump out to the kitchen.

By the time the lunch hour rolled around, I had a huge bellyache because moving back and forth between classes had caused the club soda still locked in my colon to expand to an amazing degree. I was almost doubled over when I limped into the Roman Room to meet Karen. As I sat down next to her, she regarded me with concern in her eyes, asking, "What's the matter, hon? Is your tum-tum cramping up?"

"Oh God, baby, that club soda inside me has expanded to the point that it feels more like two gallons than two quarts. Do I really have to go through with this for the rest of the school day?" Tears in my eyes, I clutched my achey middle and groaned. "I don't know how I'll get through that presentation in Dr. Larsons's British Women Novelists seminar if I don't release this load beforehand." I looked at her with pleading in my eyes.

She sat regarding me silently as Tricia, Andrea, and Rima came in and sat down across from us. "What do you think, girls?" Paul(a)'s been holding two quarts of club soda in its fat, nasty little belly since ten p.m. yesterday. It's in great pain because of the way the stuff has expanded, and it has to give a presentation in a seminar this afternoon. Should I let it release the load?"

"Only if you'll let us borrow it after class to try out a special recipe I just dreamed up on the way to campus this morning," Rima replied with an evil gleam in her eyes. She rose, came around the table, and sat on my left side, her hands going under the table to massage and knead my distended stomach.

"That's a wonderful idea," Karen replied. "It'll give us a night apart from each otehr so our reunion will be just that much sweeter." She patted my exploding belly, then directed, "Run along to the john now, and be sure you wipe off your plug carefully while you're on the potty." I could hear her and the others giggling as I hobbled to the nearest men's room.

Words cannot describe the agony I felt when I tried to remove the giant plug from my rear. Finally, pressing into my middle with both fists clenched, I felt a lurch, then shuddered as the retention device shot out of my bottom with a force that threatened to tear my sphincter muscle. The club soda fizzed out of me rapidly, stinging my rectum on its exit. I was so weak I couldn't even retrieve the plug until I was empty, and I wiped it carefully with bath tissue and set it aside until I was done cleansing my tormented behind, then tucked it inside the firm control panties Karen had designated for my wearing earlier, pulled up my sweats and snugged the drawstring around my waist, washed my hands, and walked back to rejoin my female comrades.

When I sat down between Karen and Rima, Karen directed, "Hand me the plug under the table." As I complied, she inquired, "Rima, what time do you and Trish and Andy want Paul(a) to meet you?"

"I guess we're all done with classes at around three. Allowing time for any last- minute consultations with professors, why don't we say right here at 3:15?" She regarded me intently, waiting for my response.

"I can do that," I replied, apprehension creeping into my voice. "What about this recipe you're going to try out on me?"

"That will be a surprise," she replied, patting my empty belly tenderly. "I guarantee that it will have some interesting effects, and that it will clean you out very thoroughly." She squeezed my middle with more force, directing her next remarks to Andy and Trish: "I guess we'd better get to class. Paul(a), we'll see you at 3:15. Karen, I'll call you after we've tried out my new recipe on its nasty ass later this afternoon." She got up in unison with her companions and, with a wave, they exited the Roman Room.

"We should go," Karen observed. "Come on, lover, I'll walk you to class."

We walked languidly through the Student Center, then, under the center section of Faner Hall, she took me into her arms for a tender hug and an extended soul kiss. "I'll be thinking about you while Rima and company try out the new recipe on you. See you tomorrow," she crooned, walking away.

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After meeting Trish, Andy, and Rima at the Roman Room, we all trooped out to the parking garage, Trish leading me to her TransAm while the Eurasian woman and the petite redhead went to Rima's Nissan Sentra. "We've got a really interesting supper-in-reverse planned for you tonight, partially thanks to the tentative plans Karen made for you this morning." After she got in, we drove off in the direction of Rima and Andy's house, the zäftig brunette caressing my half- erect penis through my sweats as she drove. I was shatteringly hard by the time we pulled into the driveway, got out, and walked to the front door.

"You made it," Andy gushed, holding out her arms for a big hug. "Rima's in the john getting things ready." She took my right hand and directed, "Follow me, Paul(a)."

Pulling me into Trish's mistress bedroom, where the bed was already covered with a rubber sheet, she remarked, "Karen told us about the difficulty you had retaining the last two quarts of that club soda bowel sweep she gave you last night, so we decided to take a hand in giving you some rather more advanced training this evening." She pointed to a far corner of the bedroom, where Tricia's camcorder was set up on its tripod. "We'll be making a video record of the whole operation, and Karen will be getting a copy by which to measure your progress." She took me in her arms and wrapped me in a tender hug, thrusting her tongue into my mouth to begin an extended soul kiss that soon had my erection throbbing with its eagerness for contact. Deftly undressing me as we kissed, the pixielike redhead positioned me on my left side on the rubber sheet, my legs drawn up near my chest. "Now, if you'll hold your buttcheeks apart, I'm going to prep you for Rima's secret recipe."

Her right hand holding my fanny wide open, she inserted a lubricated finger into the lustful orifice at the seat of my passions (pun intended), pumping it in and out and from side to side to widen and relax my sphincter opening. I felt the preejaculate beginning to weep from my rock-hard penis as well, and observed, "If you keep that up, little sugar, I'm going to come all over the bed." This only drew a giggle from her as she added a finger to my anal massage. Within minutes, I felt my nasty backside stretching still wider, and I asked, my voice betraying a bit of nervousness, "How many fingers do you have in me now?"

"Everything except my thumb," she replied with a giggle in her voice. "Am I hurting you, Paul(a)?" She continued her digital assault on my wide-open asshole.

"Not at all, hon. It feels wonderful. But why do I have to be opened so far? Were you planning to fist fuck me before you give me Rima's recipe, or what?"

"Actually, while it might be fun to do that sometime later, the real reason is that her recipe must be retained for at least a half hour, and we'll be giving it to you through a plug nozzle at least three inches wide at the base. It's very important that you be as open as possible so we don't tear your sphincter muscle when we insert that monster." She continued her assault, adding her thumb but keeping her fingers open and resisting the temptation to slide her hand inside and form a fist.

I heard giggling, then saw Rima and Tricia wheeling an IV stand into the room, suspended from which was a six-quart closed top bag filled to bursting with solution. On a tray below the crossbar sat the loops of tubing attached to the giant plug nozzle, which Rima took into her right hand before coming over to place one hand on my hip while Andrea removed her fingers and began to lubricate the nozzle thoroughly. "Help me settle a dispute Trish and I have been having," Rima requested. She looked into my eyes with a look of amused affection on her perfect Eurasian features.

"Go ahead--don't keep me in suspense."

"We've been debating whether we should tell you what's in the recipe before we start filling you, or wait until you start to feel it in your belly. Before you answer, you'll recall that contemporary medical ethics are predicated on the informed consent of the patient. Trish claims that, if you love and trust all of us as you claim to, it won't matter because you, along with the rest of us, know we'd never intentionally do anything that would really harm you. I, on the other hand, think you should have at least some idea of what to expect." She squeezed my right buttcheek as she said this, then looked at me with that same enigmatic smile playing across her face, her eyes dancing merrily.

"Since you put it that way, I'll have to admit my own conflicts. On the one hand, my adventurous side says `surpise me,' but my common sense advises me to ask you what I'm in for. So, I guess common sense wins out. Sometimes being mentally ready is helpful in accepting whatever torments you vixens have decided to put my bowels and backside through." I wiggled my tush in anticipation, just as Rima began to push the plug nozzle into my open hole.

"The main solution is, of course, 108o water with three ounces of Castile soap, four tablespoons of blackstrap molasses, six egg whites, a cup of milk, and three cans of Budweiser mixed in very thoroughly. Since you had such a problem with the club soda last night, we decided your body needed more practice with bubbly stuff. I can't promise you this won't be excruciatingly painful, because it will, but while you're suffering we'll be exploring a variety of ways to bring you to some incredible orgasms as well. Are you ready for your rectal repast?" She massaged my fanny sensuously as she asked this, and I noted Andy's hand near the clamp waiting for her signal.

"Let's do it," I replied. "invade my stinky guts with that gallon and a half of liquid hell. It sounds really nourishing and healthy, and I can't wait to experience how it will feel." I rotated my buttocks lewdly as I watched Andrea's hand open the clamp to release the busy solution into my thirsty rear. I watched as Rima placed a warm hand on my belly, then noticed Andy beginning a slow striptease in front of me, languidly unbuttoning her pastel green top to reveal her breasts encased in a lacy pink bra with nipple cutouts; her nipples were stiffly erect, swollen with arousal, and she wet a fingertip with her tongue and teased them sensuously as she gyrated on the bed just a foot or so away from me. She then opened the waistband of her tight jeans and slowly eased them down over her hips to reveal crotchless panties of the same color and design as the bra. Wiggling on the bed to remove her jeans completely, she knelt in front of me, dipping moistened fingers into her honeypot and bringing them to my nose so I could smell her horny juices.

By this time, I was beginning to feel the effects of the bizarre recipe being delivered into my protesting bowels, and I winced, groaning audibly. "Are you getting crampy?" Rima inquired, to which I could only nod, tears coming into my eyes. I heard a click as she closed the clamp and began a gentle massage of my slightly distended abdomen. "It's time to speed up our efforts to distract Paul(a) from the agony in its tummy," Rima observed. "Trish, his buttcheeks are being neglected. Andy, it's time to show him your ass." I felt something cool and damp and tingly being applied to my rear, then sharp prickling sensations. Seeing my look of surprise, Rima noted, "Trish is sticking some pins in your bottom, both to intensify your arousal and to distract you from the chemical battle being waged in your middle." Rubbing my stomach more vigorously, she bent to meet my lips with hers, then sat back massaging me as she reopened the clamp.

Andy bent on all fours facing me, wiggling her perfectly-formed little heinie in front of me, the string of a tampon dangling from the adorable star of her sphincter. "I had four chili dogs with extra cheese and fiery hot sauce for lunch, and when Rima and I got her, before you and Trish arrived, she took a ten- ounce douche bulb and squeezed about five loads of air into my butt." She began to tug the plug out of her asshole, farting loudly as soon as it was fully removed. I could see that the opening to her bowels was still damp with the K-Y she'd lubricated her tampon with, and she directed, "I want you to eat my asshole while you're taking the rest of your liquid refreshment--make me come with your tongue up my moon." She wiggled her adorable tush in front of me, backing so that it was pressed against my face.

I grunted and belched against the wicked purge chugging into my middle, and I asked, "How much is inside me now, Rima?"

"About three and a half quarts. Trish, are you ready with the alcohol preps and the rest of the pins?"

"Right here," the voluptuous brunette replied. She knelt on the bed next to Andy and began moistening my bloated belly with the alcohol, then started pushing the pins into its rounded expanse. By this time, I was weeping openly, my breath coming in convulsive gasps. Andy had begun to shake in a continuous chain of orgasms, proof that my enforced analingus was having the desired effect. When Trish was done placing the pins in my tortured gut, she bent down to take my dripping erection into her mouth, as Rima resumed her massage of my pincushion tummy while Andy farted in my face and the relentless solution flowed higher and deeper into my exploding colon. My dick was so hard it ached, and the cramps that began to rip through my midsection took my breath away frequently. I began to pant in the manner taught to pregnant women in Lamaze classes as they wrapped up their third trimester, tears in my eyes from the burning fluid in my bowels (my abdomen swollen like a basketball by this point) and the pricking from the several dozen pins in my belly and backside. Seized by orgasmic convulsion, I let out a strangled yell and shot my semen into the reaches of Tricia's throat, my pelvis bucking involuntarily from my sensory overload.

Trish licked my peter clean, then continued her massage of my dangerously swollen belly, which intensified the feeling of fullness from the foamy nature of the beer in my treatment. "Oh, God, I think I'm gonna explode!" I screamed, hiccuping violently as the tears began to pour from my eyes. I heard a snap! as Rima closed the clamp; looking furtively to the top of the IV stand, I noted that the bag was fully empty. Panting rapidly to catch my breath, I asked, "How long were you ladies planning to make me hold this load? I've never felt cramps this bad before." I continued to groan as Trish intensified her massage of my painfully distended middle.

"I figured about fifteen minutes," Rima informed me, adding, "and then we'll give you a gallon of barium sulfate after we've rinsed you out with clear, cool water." She closed the clamp on the plug lead, detached it from the main hose, and carried bag and hose into the bathroom to wash them. Andy still knelt with her petite fanny poised in front of my face, rubbing her middle to generate more farts.

I thrust my tongue into her perfect moon, fucking her wetly in my desperate attempt to please her with the skill of my analingus. "When my dick gets hard again," I announced, "I'd sure like to fuck your little fanny." I began kneading her asscheeks in rhythm to the belly massage Trish was giving me.

"Trish, do you think I should indulge him?" She began to bring herself upright as Trish rolled me onto my back, continuing her tummy rub.

"It'll take its mind off the agony in its bowels, I guess." She moved aside as Andy straddled me with her rear turned toward my face.

"I know you like the rear view best," she observed, spreading her bottom wide to slide my still-sticky erection into her tight rosebud. "Just try to relax and let me do all the work," she directed, sliding slowly up and down on my bursting prick. My dick was harder than it had been at any point since I'd gotten there with Trish a half-hour earlier, and I moaned in arousal at the delicious tightness of the fire- haired elf's twisty anal passage.

"God, Andy, your fanny's so tight and hot I feel as if I may come forever." I pawed her asscheeks roughly as she began to bounce up and down on my crotch in a regular rhythm.

"My tits, hon--grab my tits." I began to manipulate her twin scoops of mammary delight, noting by her panting and gasping that my actions were intensifying her arousal to a fever pitch. Concentrating on her nipples for a few minutes, I soon felt them become erect, standing away from her pert breasts like miniature penises, hearing her moan with the beginnings of a giant climax. "Your dick feels absolutely huge inside my asshole this afternoon. Have you and Karen been experimenting with a pump or what?"

"I think it's a long-term effect from the aphrodisiac powder Rima introduced us to last weekend. Do you care to comment about that, Rima?"

"My grandmother told me, just a few days before she passed away, that it had increased the length of grandfather's prick by about two inches, and its girth by at least an inch. Even when he'd gone for several months without taking the powder, his penis remained at its enhanced size. So I guess the change you're experiencing is permanent." She began soul-kissing Andrea, taking over my duty of manipulating the petite woman's sensitive breasts as I begn to squeeze her asscheeks while she continued to hump forcefully up and down on my rod.

Reaching my right hand onto her crotch, I began to massage her clitty with my thumb while reaching three fingers inside to stroke her G-spot. I had only done this for a minute or two before she screamed, "Coming!" at the top of her lungs, and her spasming anal sphincter squeezed my engorged dick to an ejaculation so powerful it took my breath away.

While my prick was still rigid inside her stretched-out bootie-hole, I announced, "I'm going to piss in your bowels, Andy. That way my sperm will be well stirred inside your guts." I let my urinary sphincter open and gave her colon a hosing that seemed to last for minutes, triggering another set of climaxes as she felt her insides stretch to accept my briny purge. Finally, she lifted herself gingerly off my crotch, assuming a position on all fours as Rima lubed another tampon and inserted it swiftly into her bottom. As the afterglow from my climax faded, my cramps returned with a furious intensity. I hiccupped, nauseous from the busy solution stretching my plumbing. "I think I really need to release this soon. It feels like my intestines are going to split open if I have to hold this much longer." I clutched my inflated middle and howled in agony as Rima and Trish helped me to my feet.

Seating me in a squat over the toilet, Trish resumed her massage of my distended tummy while Rima concentrated on my rear, teasing the giant plug from my hole with `nary a stretching pain. Niagara Falls issued from my bung with the stench of a stygian pit of horror, the contents of my colon turned to slime by the powerful recipe I'd had tested on me. The fart that began my expulsion echoed off the bathroom walls as a cramp like a charlie horse of the abdominal region seized me with such a force that my teeth began to click together. Andy joined us, kneeling between my widespread legs to surround my aching dick with her lovely mouth. Between the belly rub, the fellatio, and Rima's passionate kisses, I came so hard I passed out with the foulness still exiting my moon, my eyes glazing into blissful oblivion.

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When I wakened, I was lying on my stomach on Trish's big bed. The plump brunette was kneading my back and shoulder muscles vigorously with her skillful hands as I felt a hypodermic penetrate the left cheek of my slutty backside. "This is a shot of female hormones to make your breasts grow while you're pregnant with the four of us girls," the Eurasian vixen announced, continuing, "we'll alternate days with male hormones to increase the size of your dick. By the time Karen's ready to deliver, our goal is to give you at least 38C tits with a 9- to 10- inch dick. Then we'll really have fun tormenting you. But I'm hogging the floor. Andrea, tell him what else we're going to do to him."

"As soon as Karen begins to show, we'll be putting silicon implants into your buttocks and hips to give your rear end a really feminine appearance. That means you'll have to squeeze into a girdle three sizes too small so the flaring of your backside isn't noticeable when you're on campus. At the conclusion of spring semester, rumors of your death or disappearance will circulate, then we'll hack into the university's mainframe and alter all your records to reassign them to a woman named Paula, with the same vital data so you can continue your coursework uninterrupted next fall."

"And then," Trish concluded, "we'll be giving away or altering all your male garments, throwing away your male undershorts, and acquiring a complete wardrobe so you can always appear in public dressed as a woman." She began squeezing my buttcheeks lasciviously, kneading them vigorously so as to bring my penis back to burning erection, then reaching between them to tug at something that had been inserted surreptitiously into my bottom while I slept.

"Yeah, Trish, go ahead and pull his tampon. Let's see if that soapstick treatment has done any good." It was then that I noticed, as Trish eased the plug from my rear, the burning sensation in my lower colon. I felt as if I was going to explode a messy burst of shit all over the bed, except that Andrea, who had left for a moment, returned from the bathroom with a bulging opentop five-quart bag with a double inflatable nozzle attached to the business end of the hose.

"After all the nasty stuff we pumped into your tum-tum earlier," Andy remarked, "we decided that it was only fair to clean you out with a soothing rinse of steaming water and club soda. You will retain this solution for a minimum of one hour, which begins as soon as the bag is completely empty." She gently eased the innermost of the two balloons into my hapless fundament, pushing until it was properly seated, pumped it to full inflation, then inflated the outer balloon so it formed a seal just outside my rectal pucker. Hanging the bag high above me, she opened the clamp to let the bubbly blaster begin chugging powerfully into my receptive opening. Looking intently into my eyes, she inquired, "You will let us know when you're starting to feel full, won't you? That way, we can massage your fat tummy so the solution will travel higher into your colon." WIthout awaiting my answer, she stood up, checked the position of the large bag on the lowest horizontal to the IV stand, and nodded to Rima, who left the bedroom for a few minutes.

"Along with the hormones and implants," Tricia lectured, "we'll be putting you on a high-carbohydrate, low-fiber diet, except for the supper hour, when you'll always be fed a fifteen-ounce can of baked beans or pork and beans as a side to a sixteen-ounce piece of meat (steak, pork chops, or chicken breast) and a pound of baked or fried potatoes. I'll be consulting a dietitian friend of mine to ensure that you gain at least twenty pounds during our pregnancies, and we'll do some toning exercises with you to ensure that the majority of your weight gain is concentrated in your buttocks, hips, breasts, and abdominal region." Seeing me wince as the solution began to distend my stomach noticeably, she began to rub my middle in a counterclockwise motion, beginning at the lower left side and rubbing in circles while pushing the liquid further upwards towards my navel. "Is our treat starting to fill your tummy up nicely?" she inquired in a soothing tone of voice.

"I feel like I'm going to burst," I complained, belching against the expansive fluid chugging inexorably into my guts. "Where's Rima gotten herself off to?" I inquired fearfully.

"She's just taking care of some bathroom business and getting things ready for your second rinse," Andrea replied. "After all, it wouldn't do to make you hold this load for the prescribed time without having something ready to soothe your insides after we finally let you release it." Noting my rock-hard erection, she circled it with her lips and began to fellate me gently as Trish continued her vigorous massage of my bulging abdomen.

Five minutes later, Rima returned to the room with an eight-quart bag bulging with solution, the water so hot that steam rose from its open top. Hanging it on the second horizontal, just above my current treatment, she then handed Trish one of the tormenting vibrators with a Magic Fingers attachment installed, remarking, "This will get his nasty bowels well agitated while he holds his juice for the prescribed sixty long minutes. When we're done with this load," she added, turning to gaze wickedly into my eyes, "we'll be rinsing you with two gallons of steamy water with the following ingredients mixed in: a cup of epsom salts, a half-cup of baking soda, and a quarter-cup of lemon juice. I'd debated about adding a good squirt of vegetable oil, as well, but that would mitigate the soothing nature of this large rinse." She pointed to the steam rising from the huge bag, noting, "This water is scalding hot, but it should be at just the right temperature by the time you've released your bubbly blaster." She moved to a position behind Andy, who was still gobbling on my dick, and began to squeeze the fire-haired pixie's exquisite little rump. "I think you should take your mouth off his genitals and start chewing on his nipples; it wouldn't do for him to come just yet."

As Andrea began this new torment, Rima reached into a pocket of the lab coat she wore and extracted a large soapstick. She eased it into the petite woman's rump as she announced, "As this soapstick starts to burn inside your belly, I expect you to chew and bite at Paul(a)'s nipples with increasing intensity." With a sharp slap to the smaller female's rump, she then relieved Trish with the vibrator.

The intensity of my nipple workout from Andrea soon increased to the point that I felt as if my superfluous male buds were on fire; what started as slow suction soon became increasingly sharp little bites that distracted me somewhat from the fullness in my bulging midsection. I began to gasp at the pain in my chest, and Andrea drew her mouth away momentarily so that Rima could hand the vibrator back to Tricia, who exchanged the Magic Fingers attachment in favor of the Desert Storm skin-scraper. She pressed it roughly against my swollen belly as Rima bent beside me, placing her rump near my face, then cutting loose with an explosion of flatulence that set the air reeking. Her voice an obscene purr, she ordered, "Lick my ass, you Caucasian slut," bringing her tush against my face as Andy resumed her torment of my male nips and Trish ground the rough sandpaper against my distended bowels.

I gagged at the scent of Rima's foul-smelling bottom as explosive cramps began to issue from deep inside my colon; when I gingerly pressed my tongue against her anus, she cut loose with another thunderous fart. Although I was nauseous from the fullness in my fully stretched intestines, I felt my erection becoming hard enough to shatter glass, noting the continuous weeping of preejaculate that issued from it. I began to thrust my tongue eagerly into the Eurasian vixen's fundament, tasting the spiciness of her nether regions as she continued to reward me with her alimentary serenade. After one particularly noxious emission, I asked her, "What did you do to make your fanny smell so rotten? It's as if something died deep inside you."

"To begin with, I ate three spicy burritos for lunch, then I stuck a triple-strength suppository inside me while I was in the john preparing your rinse. A few more of these bursts of gas, and I'll be ready to squeeze a love offering into your mouth, if you can handle it."

"He'll probably wimp out," Trish observed pessimistically. "Don't forget the last time we subjected him and Karen to a scat scene. But, Paul(a), if you can manage to swallow some of Rima's dessert while you're holding the bubbly blaster, and can keep from vomiting it right back up, I think you'll be better for the experience."

"How better?" I complained. "It just sounds gross to me."

"Better in the sense that it will advance you a stage further in your discipline. Since all four of us are pregnant, we're going to need your help changing our babies after they're born. If you can't swallow Rima's shit today, you'll surely be unable to control your nausea the first time you have to handle a diaper full of baby-poop."

Rima farted again, then began ejecting a glistening brown log from her beautiful bunghole, pushing hard until its eight-inch length was forced into my reluctantly open mouth. "Chew, you worthless slut!" she commanded, pressing her bottom closer to my face so I had no place to escape. I began to masticate the nasty offering, swallowing hard as each chunk slid into my mouth, feeling my gorge rise as I took deep breaths to control my nausea. Finally, I had accepted the entire disgusting meal, and Rima resumed her farting as I licked her fannysocket clean with my dog's tongue, reaching it inside to thrust it in and out of her hole for good measure. This hot action caused her to hump forcefully up and down on my face as she shuddered through the grandmother of all climaxes. Rising, she left the room, returning in a moment with a damp, warm washcloth, with which she cleaned my face and mouth. Reaching into the pocket of her lab coat, she produced two chewable Pepto-Bismol tablets and put them in my mouth. "If you'll chew these slowly, they'll help you control your nausea." As I took my treatment, Tricia eased up with the vibrator massage and Andrea ceased her torment of my red, sore nipples.

By this time, my gut was fully expanded; I heard the gurgle as the five-quart bag ran dry, then watched as Rima clamped the outer end of the inflatable nozzle and removed the in-line fitting that had secured it to the main hose from the bag. She left to rinse the bag in the bathroom while Trish and Andy surrounded me on the bed with their warm bodies. "How are you doing, Paul(a)?" Trish inquired, concern in her dark, liquid eyes. She bent over to kiss me, then drew away, rising as she began to leave her bedroom. "I'm going to get you some mints to suck on; your mouth still smells and tastes like shit."

"As if I didn't know that," I groused, watching her plump rear move away from me. I purred as Andy began a gentle massage of my impregnified gut; she regarded me with a tender expression in her emerald eyes.

"How're you doin', hon?" she asked, moving her hand counterclockwise in slow circles to ease the crampy fullness I was feeling.

"Like I'm gonna die or explode if I don't get to release this soon."

"Just relax, sugar. You've still got fifty minutes to go." She continued to massage my midsection as Trish returned with a serving dish filled with York peppermint patties. Setting it on the nightstand, she unwrapped one and popped it in my mouth.

"Nummies for the tummy," the chubby brunette announced, then positioned herself straddling me on the bed. "Can you continue the massage while I'm fucking him?" she asked Andrea. "Maybe together we can take his mind off his bursting gut."

"By all means, darlin'." She moved to my left side, sitting on her haunches as Trish lowered her labia, puffy with arousal, over my obdurate manhood. At the same moment, Rima returned from the bathroom, carrying a glass bowl packed with kind bud, lit it and took a deep hit, then handed it and the lighter to Trish so she could help me take a hit and take one herself. More ironic was the fact that the voluptuous brunette continued to slide her vulvae up and down on my penis as we passed the pipe around until it was cashed. I felt a crisis approaching after Rima tapped the ash into the bedside ashtray, and groaned as one particularly powerful lunge of Tricia's plump hips sent us both over the edge.

"Coming!" I screamed, jetting my male essence forcefully into her center, as she wailed and thrashed over my distended middle. She continued to hump up and down on me until our mutual aftershocks subsided, then lifted herself up, took my love engine into her mouth, and tenderly cleansed me of her vaginal secretions. Andrea drew her into a passionate embrace, then the two women commenced a steamy sixty-nine beside me on the bed.

"I'm gonna take it into the john to let it release," Rima announced. "So you two either wait here and get yourselves off until I get him back here for a second rinse, or postpone your oral orgy and come with us to watch. Your choice," she concluded, tapping her feet impatiently.

"I wanna eat Andy's puss for a while," Trish replied. "This way, you and Paul(a) can spend a little quality time before we all gang up on it again."

Taking my hand, she directed, "Come on, Lady Cockroach, let's get the bubbly torment out of your tummy."

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Positioning me in a squat over the toilet, Rima deflated the balloons to the inflatable nozzle and grabbed it as it slid from my stretched bottom hole; my belly felt so full I was sure I would explode. A huge fart wracked my entire abdominal region as the effervescent fluid began gushing Niagara-like from my rear. My explosive farts intensified as cramps resounded throughout the hidden reaches of my colon, and I hung my head in all-consuming nausea at the explosive pressure pushing downwards against my dilated bunghole. My face flushed, I felt the moisture of sweat covering my forehead and matting my hair; Andrea took pity on me and ran a baby wipe gently over my streaming face as I clutched my inflated abdomen against the gut-busting fullness inside me. Surprisingly, my dick was still rock-hard, the primeval ache of its extreme erection in lewd counterpoint to the pressure and fullness just leaving my fluid-distended midsection. While Trish massaged the expansion cramps from my slowly- deflating belly, her right hand brushed rhythmically against the back of my manhood, sending shivers of arousal gone insane throughout my nervous system.

Finally, I could take no more, and my semen rose up fiercely through my prostate into the spermatic ducts to eject in an excruciating explosion of ejaculate that left my heart pounding and my upper body drenched with sweat. The three of them--Trish, Rima, and Andy-- surrounded me with their naked flesh as they sensed how near to collapse I rode. Hanging suspended in space, I continued moaning and keening the pleasure of my release without being able to halt my articulation. And when my strength ebbed, they guided me into the bathroom where they had a waterproof sheet laid over an exam table. Assisting me onto my left side on the table, they turned to their duties--Rima lubing my overworked rectum, Andy checking the temperature of the solution in my two gallon "chaser," and Trish attaching the freshly washed and rinsed double inflatable nozzle to the hose from the monstrous bag.

"It's getting really soft, feminine-looking asscheeks," Andrea remarked as Tricia parted my nether globes so wide I thought my bum would crack open. She insinuated the middle finger of her left hand, clad in a latex exam glove, into my quivering bunghole to deliver a big dollop of anal lube and work it around inside my smelliest part. Her fingers brushing against my prostate quickly resurrected my slumbering dick, and I began panting in rhythm with her finger action on my sluttish behind. I was just about to ejaculate when her fingers popped out of my ass, and I felt her guiding the tip of the double inflatable nozzle nozzle into my opened rear. The inner balloon seated itself, and I felt her gently work the tube connecting it to the external balloon in and out until she had the device inserted to the correct depth. "This is the new style of inflatable nozzle; they just handed them out in one of our nursing classes. Instead of making them with two balloons of 250 cc capacity, the designers replaced the 250 cc inner balloon with one rated at 500 cc. So, this will literally expand to regulation baseball size in your nasty backhole." She pumped the outer balloon full of air so it rode tight against my still-spread asscheeks, then gave an exploratory squeeze or two to the inner balloon, finally filling it to its 500 cc capacity. I felt my sphincter stretched so widely I knew the busy solution would flow into me with great pressure and rapidity.

When she brought the bag over to hang it from the shower curtain rod, I gasped, for the hose that depended from the two-gallon opentop bag was nearly three- quarters of an inch thick, matching the plastic nipple at the bottom of the bag. I noted that Andy was stirring the solution with a large wooden spoon, then groaned when she opened the clamp to release the irritating fluid into my cringing colon. The burning bite of the glycerine began to hit me almost immediately, but the baking soda quickly soothed that discomfort away, at least until about two and a half quarts had drained into my slowly expanding middle. Suddenly, the lemon juice reacted with the soda, causing the solution already inside me to expand and create large gas pockets inside my bung tunnel and bowels. I hiccupped, nauseous already as the cramp-inducing mixture continued to fill my back passage, my erection softening due to the intensity of the sharp pains that ripped through my distended gut and made me fear that my heart would stop beating. "Owwiieee!" I complained, clutching my inflated abdomen in an attempt to ease the achey fullness in my belly. "I don't think I can take all this- -my bowels are going to burst. Please let me go to the bathroom."

Despite my whining, Trish just looked lustfully into my eyes and directed, "You will take all this enema, hold it for ten minutes, and after we've massaged it through the full length of your colon, we will them seat you on the toilet and massage your gut with our special vibrators." She slapped my fannycakes sharply (from somewhere she'd gotten hold of a pair of thick latex spanking gloves) and concluded, "We'll have to begin the vibrator massage while this is still filling you, I reckon. I didn't give you permission to speak." She continued slapping my ass with her latex-covered hands as Andy brought the aforementioned vibrator and Rima stuck her luscious tush against my face, leering at me as a sign that she expected me to perform to perfection in giving her analingus. I began to lick against her stretching sphincter as she held her cheeks open with both hands. I thrust my tongue slowly up her heinie and began to ease it in and out like an infernal miniature penis, quickly bringing her to an orgasm so stupendous that she farted explosively against my probing tongue.

Meanwhile, the wicked solution continued to chug into my tummy, making it swell as round as a basketball, impregnifying me to the point that I looked a good six months along. The cramps came in waves of excruciating pain, causing my plumbing to gripe with a fury that almost synchronized with the pace of my busy tongue and the frequency of Rima's loose, noisy farts. The action of the vibrator against my enlarged belly forced me to experience the upward movement of the fluid into my transverse and ascending colon, sending shockwaves of burning agony through my system as the vicious purge continued to its inevitable goal-- the utter permeation of my bowels with the caustic solution. I belched once or twice as I continued to stab my tongue in and out of Rima's voluptuous fanny (she'd been packing on the pounds after discovering that she was pregnant, too), feeling bile rise to my throat as the relentless liquid seemed to challenge the lower valve to my small intestine.

As Trish continued her vibrator massage of my middle, Andy lay down on her back below me and began to ease my bursting prick into her mouth. A loud click! shattered the relative silence of the bathroom as Andrea fellated me exquisitely. For my part, concentrating on riding out the excruciatingly severe waves of cramps against the Magic Fingers vibrator attachment, the sensations of absolute delight traveling the length of my penis at the adoring blowjob, and the scent of Rima's aroused backside against my face, I gave a high-pitched "UHH" and felt my ejaculate race forcefully through the head of my dick and down the pixie redhead's rapidly swallowing throat.