I was searching through this forum and stumbled on several insertion stories and my mind started going over some possibilities. Sometimes I'll insert an over ripe banana just before going to bed and by 5 am or so, my intestines are making all sorts of interesting noises. There is also a certain amount of pleasurable cramping followed by relief as the gas from the breakdown of the sugars in the banana find their way further up my innards. Its a symphony of all sorts of sounds.
Which leads me to my latest kink. I was in the pantry and saw some packets of yeast earlier in the week and of course my mind wanders to those pleasant cramps and gas. So I grabbed a pack of yeast, a little warm water, a teaspoon of sugar, and some bread flour and mixed it up. Of course it was too loose to insert, so I made a few small loaves in different shapes and popped them in the freezer for bit. I did several small balls and one mini baguette - my thinking was to insert the small ball shaped ones followed by the bigger one to push them inside me as far as I could.
A little olive oil for lube and the small ones went right in, followed by the bigger one. Several have noted that frozen bread dough is like having an iceberg inside you, and while its true, it only lasted a few minutes as it began to thaw. After my body became accustomed to the intrusion, I put on an old pair of bikini undies and ran a few errands around town, I was at the bank drive through when I noticed the first inkling of something stirring inside my gut, followed by the release of a very bakery smelling fart. I knew the whole mass of dough must be thawed and beginning to expand, and by the time I got back to the house I was struggling to keep it inside me. But I did manage to do just that - I'd stand in different positions, clamping my ass shut and moving around and the CO2 from the yeast would find its way inside me deeper rather than escaping.
At some point I knew that the expansion of the dough would be too much and it would have to start heading out so I made myself comfortable with some pillows and a sheet of plastic in front of a large mirror so I could watch the fireworks up close. I've always enjoyed getting things inside of me and watching them come out, whether it be bananas, boiled eggs, mangos. It's not only the expelling of them - its getting them in that is fun too. Something about overcoming those two muscle rings around the anal opening that is strangely satisfying - the sense of fullness and the need to bear down and push them out.
As I lay on my side I could see a small patch of white right in the middle of my anal opening - it was the dough trying to make its way out. Strangely enough I wasn't having to struggle to keep everything in, and I was somewhat relaxed. What followed was something like watching a snake slither out of my ass, accompanied by small expulsions of co2 between my ass and the dough as well as within the dough itself. It was just too cool for words - all I could keep saying was "Wow".
This went on for about 30 minutes - until there was a huge lump of dough on the floor in front of me. I suddenly felt the urge to push and couldn't hold back any longer and another thin rope of dough came pouring out of me. The consistency was thinner but it was still fun to push out. That and the gas that followed, along with the pleasant smell was too much. I slid the plastic sheeting up to one of the pillows and lowered myself directly into the pile of dough and began humping it - that took all of 15 seconds and I had one of those memorable, convulsive orgasms. The texture of the dough, the smell, the softness of the pillow was just too much. I wanted it to last longer but there's always next time.
A few things I either learned or want to try:
You can't damage your insides doing this. Besides the uncomfortable feeling of cold dough, there's nothing to be afraid of if you're adventurous and want to try this. I'd like to try injecting the dough mixture somehow or thin it out and use it like an enema.
I'd like to try making the dough rise faster. Maybe adding more yeast or using a particular kind of flour.
Clean up is a chore. Bread dough is sticky, sticky, sticky. Did I mention its sticky? It sticks to everything - clothes, underwear, skin, and especially pubic and body hair, even if its trimmed short. Count on a good shower afterward and lots of scrubbing.
I've been here for a while and posted here and there. I just wanted to share my experience with everyone that might be interested. Certainly its not for everyone but I surely had fun!