Gateway to Hell 3

by Arthur Saxon
arthursaxon@zombieworld.com

MONDAY

Both women woke up screaming, and then they stopped as they heard screaming from other parts of the house too. One scream outlasted the others, though – a piercing, agonized sound that tore at the heart and threatened to rupture the eardrums. Erin and Sam both winced and turned to stare at each other in alarm. Then they both threw back the covers and…

“Sam!” exclaimed Erin.

Sam, half sitting up amidst a huge pile of poo, turned and looked down at Erin in astonishment. “Your arms and legs!” she exclaimed. “Your breasts!”

“I know!” cried Erin joyfully. Tears of happiness sprang from her eyes. Her naked body was whole – with the normal complement of arms, legs and breasts. Cockroaches were crawling all over it. “Mom must have done it! She must have got Mordelus to fix me!”

“How wonderful!” said Sam happily. Then she added, “I wonder if she got back okay. And who’s screaming like that?”

“Maybe it’s Laura,” said Erin hopefully. “I’ll go and look – you’d better clean up.” She flicked roaches from her body, climbed out of bed, put on a string-fronted thong, and hurried out of the room. Running through to Laura’s room, she found her mother already there, cradling Laura against her chest and rocking the naked girl back and forth. A cockroach was crawling up Laura’s back. Danny, looking startled and fearful, was standing in the far corner of the room with his hands over his ears. For some reason he was naked. Mr Moss, wearing his pajamas, was sitting next to his wife, looking in worried confusion from Laura to the crack in the wall and back again. He too had his hands over his ears.

Erin knelt down in front of her mother and Laura. “It’s okay Laura!” she shouted. “It’s all over! Everything’s all right!”

Laura’s voice cracked. She was still screaming, but her vocal chords had given up, and now no sound other than a soft hiss escaped from her throat. Erin stroked her sister’s hair. “It’s all over,” she continued in a quieter voice. “It’s over.” Then she turned to her mother. “Mom, you did it!” she said. “But how?”

“Did what?” asked Mr Moss, having taken his hands from his ears.

Mrs Moss smiled sadly. “It was a bit of a rough ride,” she said. “I’m sure you can imagine the sorts of things I went through. And that was even before I managed to persuade them to let me see this Mordelus fellow.”

“What are you talking about, woman?” demanded Mr Moss. “And what the hell is wrong with that wall?”

Mrs Moss turned to him in puzzlement. “I told you all about it last night,” she said.

“All about what?” asked Mr Moss in exasperation.

“About the gateway to Hell, and Erin getting captured, and Laura going in after her, and Sam going after them both, and Erin’s body modifications…”

“What on Earth are you blabbering on about?” asked Mr Moss in mystification.

Mrs Moss looked bewildered. “You don’t remember? Last night when you came home from work, you found me naked at the top of the stairs? You remember that, right?”

“Have you lost your mind?” yelled Mr Moss. “Yesterday was Sunday! I didn’t go to work! Last night we had Clive and Candy round for dinner!”

Erin and her mother stared at each other in astonishment. Then Erin grabbed her father’s wrist and looked at his digital watch. The liquid crystal display clearly read ‘Mon’. “I don’t believe it!” she whispered. Then she got up, switched on Laura’s television, and brought up the channel guide. It showed Monday’s date. “Oh my God!” she whispered.

“You mean yesterday never happened?” said Allie. “But I don’t understand!”

“It was a dream,” murmured Erin. “It was all a dream.”

“But … how could we have had the same dream?”

Erin turned to Laura. “Laura,” she said. “Listen to me. You were never in Hell. All that horrible experience – it was just a dream. Look at the television. See? It’s Monday! Everything that you think happened to you – that wasn’t real. None of it. Those memories you have – they’re just memories of a dream. They can’t hurt you.”

She and Allie watched Laura anxiously. Slowly, the hiss escaping from the girl’s throat died away, and then her face crumpled and she started to sob into her mother’s ample bosom.

“There, there,” said Allie soothingly, stroking Laura’s hair. “Brave girl.”

“Will someone please explain to me what’s going on?” pleaded Danny, who was now standing awkwardly with his hands clasped across his crotch. This did not do a very good job of concealing his enormous penis, however, and Erin stared at it in shock for a moment before shaking herself and looking away.

“Amen to that!” said Mr Moss. “Erin?”

Erin took a deep breath. “Okay,” she said. She pointed at the crack in the wall. “That is a gateway to Hell. It seems to open up wherever Sam sleeps. However, the one in my apartment actually closed up recently, so we thought the phenomenon had stopped. Otherwise we wouldn’t have come here. We hoped for once to stay in a place without such a gateway. I’m very sorry we brought it here. Anyway, last night we all – that is, Sam, Mom, Laura and I – dreamed that this gateway opened. Then we woke up – at least, we all dreamed that we woke up – and discovered that the gateway really had opened. Then I got dragged into it by tentacles, and after lots of nasty experiences my limbs were removed and replaced with breasts.”

“What?” said Mr Moss, looking disturbed and alarmed.

“Laura went in after me, and was captured too. Then Sam came after us both, and managed to make a deal with this awful demon called Mordelus. Unfortunately, as part of the deal, Laura had to stay behind while Sam performed a task in the outside world. When we eventually got Laura back, she had been in Hell for years and years, since time flows differently there. She had suffered unspeakably, and was in a catatonic state by the time Sam got her out. So Mom went back into the gateway to make a deal to get Laura and me back the way we were before.”

“The deal involved my job,” said Allie, continuing the story. “I had to promise to put something in the food of every restaurant I visit from now on. So I promised, and they let me go – after raping me a few more times. I managed to get out of the gateway, and I collapsed at the top of the stairs. That’s when you came home, darling – and you put me to bed, and I told you the whole story. You checked on Laura and found her sleeping, or so you told me. Then you checked on Sam and Erin, and found them sleeping too. Then you called Trudy, and she told you she’d come around right away. After you’d told me that, I fell asleep myself – and I had the most awful dream about being dragged into Hell again. When I woke up I just assumed it was Tuesday morning. I was screaming on account of the dream, and when I stopped, I could hear Laura still screaming.”

Mr Moss shook his head. “What a bizarre story!” he said. “Yet … there is the gateway. If everything you just described was a dream, what is that doing there? And where the hell did these cockroaches come from?” He flicked a couple off his pajamas irritably.

“The gateway is real enough,” said Erin. “And it’s certainly dangerous, but traffic moves through it with more difficulty in real life than in our dreams. At any rate, we need to get Laura away from it. Poor thing.” She looked down at her sister with great pity.

Laura’s sobs had ceased, and she was now just breathing heavily into her mother’s chest. A couple of cockroaches ran up her torso and disappeared into Allie’s cleavage, which made Allie jump, but she did not let go of her daughter.

“So how come neither Dad nor I had any such dream?” asked Danny.

“I’ve no idea,” said Erin. “But, if you didn’t have a dream, then may I ask what you’re doing here naked?”

Danny blushed crimson. “I sleep naked,” he said. “When I heard Laura screaming, I rushed through here as fast as possible without thinking to put clothes on.”

Erin nodded. “Well, you’re both very lucky. Dreaming about Hell is the worst experience imaginable. Fortunately the painful memories of the dreams seem to fade quite quickly. It may take longer for Laura, of course, since her experience was far worse than mine or Sam’s have ever been, but I think she’ll make a full recovery.

“Maybe we should let her sleep for a while?” suggested Mr Moss.

“No!” said Laura suddenly, her voice muffled. She pulled her head away from her mother’s chest. “I don’t want to sleep,” she said. “I want to get out of here.”

“Oh thank God!” exclaimed Allie. “Oh my darling Laura!” She hugged Laura tightly.

“How are you feeling?” asked Erin gently.

“I … I can’t even describe it,” said Laura quietly. “The memories … they’re like fire … too hot and bright to touch or even look at. I know what they are, but I can’t get close to them, because I know they’d burn me to a crisp if I did. Already they’re getting further away – I just need to be quiet and not look at them, and I know that they’ll eventually be far enough away for me not to worry about them any more. But right now I’m scared of them … I’m sorry, I don’t want to talk about this any more.”

“Shhhh, that’s okay,” said her mother. “I’m just so glad to have you back.”

“I’ll board up that gateway,” said Mr Moss. “I have some planks in the garage. Laura, I suggest you move into the guest room, since Sam doesn’t appear to be using it.” He rolled his eyes at this, but then shrugged. “I’ll call Trudy and have her come over this evening. She’ll hopefully have an idea of what to do.”

“We already tried her, Dad,” said Erin. “She was going to look into it and report her findings to us at church yesterday, but the service got kind of hijacked…”

Mr Moss nodded. “Yes, it did, didn’t it? Well, she can come over here this evening and report her findings to me. Don’t forget, everyone, that God is more powerful than the devil, and with Him on our side, we’ll surely beat this thing. Don’t you worry about that.” He gave them all an encouraging smile, then said, “Now let’s have some breakfast. Laura, are you hungry?”

“Yes,” said Laura, after a moment’s thought. “But I’d like to have a word with Danny alone, if that’s okay, before I go down for breakfast.”

“With Danny?” asked Mrs Moss in surprise. “Well, okay.” She disengaged from Laura and stood up. “Come on,” she said to Erin and her husband. “Erin, you’d better get some clothes on.”

“Right,” said Erin. “And I’ll tell Sam the good news. About yesterday being only a dream, I mean.”

Once the three of them had left, Laura turned to Danny, who was still standing in the corner of the room. “I’m sorry,” she said. “All this must be really freaking you out.”

“Oh no, not at all,” said Danny, coming over and sitting on the edge of her bed. “No, I’m just sorry I couldn’t help you when you needed me. I wish I’d been in the dream too.”

“Me too,” said Laura with a half-hearted smile. “I missed you so much, Danny – you were all I could think about while … while all the horrible stuff was happening. But eventually … I couldn’t even remember what you looked like!” She started to cry again.

Danny put his arms around her. “Hush, my sweet,” he whispered. “I’m here now.” He pulled back and kissed her on the lips. “I love you,” he said.

Laura lay back down on the bed. A couple of cockroaches immediately climbed on to her and ran over her breasts, but she barely noticed them. Compared with a thirty-seven-year gang rape, cockroaches were a very minor horror. “Make love to me,” she said.

Danny looked troubled. “Are you sure you want to?” he asked. “After all you’ve been through?”

“Danny, it’s the one thing I want more than anything else. I have nothing but wonderful memories of having sex with you. I don’t want to forevermore associate sex with being raped by thousands of damned men in Hell.”

Danny smiled at her sympathetically, and then climbed into bed with her. “What the…” he exclaimed, startled. He pulled back the covers, and then hastily jumped out of bed as he saw dozens of cockroaches swarming around his sister’s pussy and over her hugely swollen belly, which looked at least six months’ pregnant. “Good grief!”

Laura propped herself up on her elbows, and shuddered at the sight of the roaches running over her belly. Now that she was paying attention to them, she realised that she could feel some inside her. In fact, one of them was even now crawling between her pussy lips and into her vagina. “Ugh!” she said in disgust. “Get them off me please Danny.”

Danny tentatively reached down and brushed roaches from her pregnant bulge, but they merely fell on the bed next to her and immediately climbed back up her hip and belly. Danny tried again, and this time knocked a bunch of the insects completely off the bed and on to the floor. He cleared the bed around Laura’s bottom, and then pulled her thighs apart so he could remove some of the roaches that were between her legs. He managed to get most of them, but one of them, which he noticed was crawling into her vagina, was too quick for him and disappeared before he could grab hold of it. He looked up at Laura’s face apologetically. “I’m afraid one of them crawled inside you,” he said.

“More than one,” she replied with a grimace. “Never mind – just make love to me.”

He climbed on top of her and positioned the tip of his penis at the opening of her vagina. A spurt of green pre-cum splattered across her labia. Then he pushed, and gently slid about half of his length as far inside her as it would go. As he began thrusting, he took her into his arms, arching his torso around her pregnant belly, and kissed her passionately. She wrapped her legs around his, and started to moan as both of them approached their orgasms. Soon Danny was pumping her full of his green slime, and she was shuddering with her own climax.

“Ohhhh,” whispered Laura. “That feels so good…”

They cuddled for a moment, and then Danny climbed off and pulled his penis out of her. “I’d better go and join the others for breakfast,” he said. “I don’t think you should stay here on your own – would you like to go and climb into bed in the spare room? I’ll bring you whatever you want.”

Laura shook her head. “No, I’ll come and have breakfast. I’m quite hungry.”

“Okay,” said Danny. “I’ll go and get dressed in my room.” He sighed. “School today. I wish I could stay home with you, but I suppose Mom and Dad will insist on me going.”

“Oh, I’m not going to stay home,” said Laura. “I don’t think I could bear to. I’m going to school with you.”

Danny raised his eyebrows. “Have you seen yourself? You can’t possibly go to school – think of what people would say!”

“I don’t care what they say,” said Laura. “I’ve just got to get out of this house. And school will help distract me from all the awful things that happened in my dream.”

Danny shook his head. “I doubt Mom will let you go, you know – not after the ordeal you’ve been through. And especially not when she sees your belly.”

Laura climbed out of bed, slime pouring out of her vagina. She crossed the room and fetched a handful of tissues, which she started to use to clean herself up. “I’ll insist,” she said shortly. “It’ll be the best thing for taking my mind off last night. Plus, I have an exam today.”

“You’ve got a perfect excuse to skip it,” said Danny, but then he saw her face and shrugged. “Whatever you want, my love.”

****************

Allie’s jaw dropped in astonishment when she entered Erin’s room and saw the huge pile of poo on Sam’s side of the bed. “My goodness!” she exclaimed.

Sam blushed crimson as she put on a pair of string-fronted panties. “I’m so sorry,” she said. “I must have done it during the night – twice, by the looks of it. I’ll clean it up after breakfast, if that’s all right.”

Allie shook her head. “You’ll never have time before you leave for work,” she said. “I’ll take care of it – don’t you worry about that.”

“I can’t ask you to…” began Sam, but Mrs Moss cut her short.

“I won’t hear another word about it,” she said firmly. “While you’re under my roof you’re a member of our family, and I take good care of this family so I’ll take good care of you. That means cleaning up after you if necessary.”

“Thanks Mom,” said Erin, putting on a nanoskirt. “We appreciate it.”

“Thank you very much, Allie,” said Sam, smiling warmly at Mrs Moss.

At the breakfast table a few minutes later, Sam looked up to see Laura entering the kitchen. Her jaw dropped – the girl looked heavily pregnant. This fact was not lost on Mrs Moss, who gasped. “Great heavens, Laura, you’re pregnant? But … that’s impossible!”

“I don’t know what it is, Mom,” said Laura. “Probably just gas or something. I feel okay, at any rate.”

“But darling, we must get you to a doctor!” insisted her mother.

Laura shuddered. “Somehow I think that’s going to cause more trouble than its worth. Whatever’s inside me probably has some kind of supernatural origin.”

“That’s probably true,” agreed Erin. “Both Sam and I have been pregnant in the past week, and we’ve given birth to … well, you saw Sam on Sunday … yesterday I mean.”

Mr Moss looked up from his paper, and nodded. “Heavens, yes,” he said. Then he noticed Laura. “Good God,” he said. “And you think Laura’s going to give birth to the same things?”

“Possibly,” said Erin. “Possibly not. A trip to the doctor, however, might be worthwhile. Nothing else works, that’s for sure.”

And so, half an hour later, Laura found herself in her father’s car, heading for the doctor. “I hope this doesn’t make me late for my meeting this morning,” muttered Mr Moss.

“Dad, I really don’t need to go to the doctor,” said Laura. “You can drop me off at school.”

“Oh no you don’t,” said her father. “Your health is more important than my meeting. Also, your mother would never forgive me if I didn’t take you to the doctor.”

They soon arrived at the doctor’s office, and after a short wait Laura’s name was called. She and her father entered, and sat down opposite her family’s regular physician, Dr O’Connell. “Good morning Dr O’Connell,” she said.

Dr O’Connell, a red-haired man with a pleasantly handsome face, smiled. “Good morning Laura. How are you?”

“I’m … okay thanks,” said Laura, her face clouding over at the memory of her nightmare.

“So, what seems to be the problem?”

“Well,” said Laura awkwardly, “I seem to be pregnant, but I can’t be because two days ago my belly was as flat as … well, it’s never flat exactly, but it certainly wasn’t bulging like this.”

“All right,” said the doctor, “I’ll take a look. Climb up on that bed, would you?”

Laura did so, and pulled up her dress – an ankle-length one that fit loosely enough to accommodate her belly. The doctor stared in shock at her string-fronted panties, but after a moment he gave an embarrassed cough and looked away. He listened to her bulge with a stethoscope, then he frowned. “I can hear no foetal heartbeat,” he said. “And you say this grew in two days?”

“Yes,” said Laura.

“Hmm. Well I don’t think you’re pregnant, but let’s just confirm that the old-fashioned way, shall we?” He handed Laura a small plastic cup and said, “If you could take this to the restroom and fill it, I’ll run a standard test.”

Laura obliged, and returned with the cup. Dr O’Connell took it away, then returned a few minutes later looking puzzled. “Well you’re definitely pregnant,” he said, “though I’m at a loss to explain it. I’ll refer you to an obstetrician anyway. You should have an ultrasound to determine what’s in there. Um, you can pull your dress down now.”

Laura felt a strange reluctance to do so. It had somehow felt very natural to lift her dress and expose her barely-covered pussy to the doctor, and suddenly this dress was feeling far too concealing. She had chosen it this morning because neither of her new dresses from Mr Howell’s was roomy enough for her bulging belly, but the sheer length of it was making her stomach twist into knots – she did not like to have her legs covered up. She felt imprisoned, constricted … it was very stressful. She wanted her legs to be free.

“Laura?”

“Sorry,” she apologised, as she pulled her dress down and sat up. “I was miles away.”

“Should she go to school today?” asked Mr Moss.

Dr O’Connell shook his head. “No,” he said. “If the pregnancy has been developing as fast as Laura says, then I would say this has to be dealt with today.”

Mr Moss sighed. “Very well,” he said. “Can you get her an appointment with an obstetrician today, then?”

“I think so,” said the doctor. He went over to his desk and made a phone call. Afterwards he said, “Dr Bentley has an opening this afternoon, at two o’clock.”

“Thank you,” said Mr Moss. “We’ll be there.”

Outside, he said to his daughter, “I’ll take you home. Your mother will have to take you to see Dr Bentley this afternoon – I have an important meeting.” He pulled out his cell phone and dialled. “Hello? Mrs Frost please. Ah hello Shannon, it’s John Moss. I’m afraid I have to keep Laura out of school today – she’s, uh, coming down with something. Uh, I’m not sure exactly – I suppose she might be off for the whole week. It’s a little early to tell. Oh, really?” He glanced at his watch. “Well, that changes things. I think she’s well enough for that. No, it’s not contagious … at least I’m pretty sure it isn’t. How long will the exam take? Let’s see, my meeting’s at ten … should be over by twelve… Yes, I think that will work. I know it sounds odd, but I’d really like her to sit the exam and then have the rest of the day off, and perhaps the rest of the week. Well you see, it’s something that’s not serious now, but could be later. Okay then. Thank you.” He put the phone away and said, “Apparently you have an exam today.”

Laura nodded. “Biology 1,” she said.

“Yes, well, your exams are very important. I think you should take it. I can get you to school, go to my meeting, then return and pick you up shortly after noon. How does that sound?”

“Okay,” said Laura.

****************

Allie, meanwhile, had bade Sam and Erin goodbye, and as Erin’s car pulled out of the driveway, she turned and hurried upstairs to Erin’s room. Staring hungrily at the huge pile of poo on the bed, she quickly stripped off her clothes and jumped on to the bed. With whoops of delight she began to roll around in it, rubbing the brown mess into her breasts, all down her torso, and especially all over her pussy. She even pushed some of it into her vagina. After an intense orgasm, she began to feast on the poo. Her appetite seemed insatiable – no matter how much she ate, she still felt hungry. Even the sight of several cockroaches crawling across the bed did not put her off her meal.

It took an hour to finish all of the poo. Feeling almost satisfied, she gathered up the filthy sheets and carried them off to be washed. Then she hopped into the shower and switched it on. To her surprise, the first thing that came out of the shower head was warm diarrhoea, which deluged her naked body and splattered all over the shower curtain and the wall. This was a worrying turn of events, but it felt rather nice…

After another knee-trembling orgasm, she noticed the stream of diarrhoea thinning, and a few seconds later it had turned to water. She washed off the shower curtain and the wall, then cleaned herself up with plenty of scented body wash. Once she was clean, she got dressed. Normally when inspecting hotels and restaurants she would wear a jacket and a long skirt, but today for some reason that did not appeal to her. Her eyes lit upon a miniskirt that she used to wear in her younger, slimmer days, and she contemplated trying it on again, just for fun.

It was a very tight fit. She had to breathe in and pull hard to get the zipper zipped and the clasp fastened. Years ago it had not been especially tight, but now it was painfully so. It constricted her buttocks so hard that she was worried she might be cutting off her circulation. And because her bottom was bigger now, the skirt sat way higher than it used to, so that her buttocks were actually peeping below the hem.

She admired herself in the mirror. Not bad, she conceded – the unsightly bulge above the waistband could be hidden by her jacket. She donned the jacket and nodded approvingly at the effect. Then she picked up her bag and left the house. When she tried to get into the car, however, she discovered that the skirt was way too tight for her to sit down in. Looking about her nervously, she shuffled the skirt up, inch by inch, until it was above her hips. Then she got into the car and drove off to her first appointment.

****************

As they drove to work, Sam and Erin discussed the day ahead. “What are you going to do about your accidents?” asked Erin. “They’re beyond flushing now, you know.”

“I know,” said Sam with a sigh. “But last week I took it home in a bag – I suppose I can do the same again this week.”

“This week you’re producing far more than you were last week,” Erin pointed out. “Still, it might still work.”

“What makes it worse is that I’m out of those incontinence panties – they’ve all burst now,” said Sam. “I need to get some more from Mr Howell, but in the meantime I’ve only got these string-fronted panties to wear. And they won’t hold much!”

“No, they won’t,” agreed Erin with a chuckle. “This should be interesting.”

They reached the office building and took the lift up to their floor, drawing stares and rude remarks as they went. Both were wearing nanoskirts, and both were displaying visible nipples. In Sam’s case this was because her top was so low-cut that it failed to cover her nipples, which were clad only in a see-through bra, and Erin was wearing a see-through tank-top with no bra beneath.

“Right, that’s it,” said Toby, when he saw them. “You’re both fired.”

“Aww come on Toby,” said Sam. “Live a little!”

“You had your chance,” said Toby, shaking his head. “But you couldn’t even stick to the extremely relaxed dress code we agreed upon. I can see your pussies, for Chrissakes! No, you’ve gone too far – you’re both fired and that’s the end of it. Pack your stuff and get out of here.”

“Toby!” exclaimed Erin, looking hurt. “You can’t mean it!”

“I can, and do,” said Toby firmly. “Out!”

“Oh God,” said Sam, as her anus suddenly expanded. “Sorry Toby, this isn’t an act of revenge or anything, but .... mmmmfffffff!” She bent her legs slightly and reached out to place both hands on the edge of Toby’s desk as her panties quickly filled with poo.

“What? Oh my God!” exclaimed Toby, as long thick pieces of poo began tumbling out of the back of Sam’s fully-loaded panties. A pile quickly began building up on the floor between and behind Sam’s heels.

“Get out!” yelled Toby, now really angry. “Go to the fucking restroom will you?”

“What, and leave a trail of shit between here and there?” said Erin scornfully. “Now that she’s started here, she might as well finish here. The clean-up will be easier that way. Now excuse me – I have to make a phone call.”

She hurried out of Toby’s office, and went to her own desk. Picking up the phone, she dialled Edgar’s number.

“Have you two really just been fired?” asked Vicky with wide eyes.

Erin nodded, then said, “Hello, Edgar? It’s Erin Moss. I just thought you’d like to know that Toby has just fired both Sam and myself for dressing too skimpily. Is there anything you can do?”

Two minutes later, Edgar came into the office. He smiled at Erin as he passed, but he did not speak to her. Instead he went straight through to Toby’s office, where Sam was still adding to the huge pile of poo on the floor behind her feet. “Good Lord!” he exclaimed.

“Oh no! I’m so sorry Edgar!” said Sam. “I’m having a little accident, as you can see. Oh no, I can’t believe you’re seeing me like this!” She blushed crimson with embarrassment.

Edgar stared in fascination at the poo pouring out of the leg-band of Sam’s panties. “I’ve never seen anything like it!” he said. “How incredible!” Then he shook himself. “Now Toby,” he said sternly, “is this why you’re firing Sam?”

“No,” said Toby, “I’m firing her because of her ridiculously inappropriate clothing.”

“Then let me save you the trouble,” said Edgar. “I have offered Sam a position as my secretary, as you know, and I am not as prudish as you about women’s clothing. Therefore, if you cannot bear to have her in this office any longer, I might as well take her on immediately rather than wait the customary two weeks. You can muddle along as well as you can in the meantime.”

”Fine,” said Toby with a shrug. “Take her. Her and all the shit that comes with her. But Erin’s still fired.”

“I’m not so sure about that,” said Edgar. “Show me on paper the rule that Erin has broken.”

“It’s not on paper,” said Toby in annoyance. “We agreed upon a dress code – all of us – and Erin has broken it. She was warned, and still she continues to dress more and more outrageously.”

“All right,” said Edgar. “Show me the written warning.”

“That wasn’t written either!” snapped Toby. “It didn’t have to be!”

“Actually,” said Edgar, “it did. You can’t fire an employee for a minor infraction without a written warning. It's in all their contracts. You should read your own, one of these days.”

Sam, her torrent of poo slowing to a trickle, was impressed. The old man was apparently sharper than he usually seemed.

Toby ground his teeth. “Fine,” he said. “I’ll issue the written warning today. Tomorrow, if she’s still dressed like that, she goes. Is that good enough for you?”

Edgar smiled. “Issue your warning,” he said, “if you like. But I intend to see to it that Erin is allowed to dress as skimpily as she likes. I shall talk to Lyle this morning.”

Toby laughed humourlessly. “Good luck,” he said. “I doubt that Lyle will approve of Erin’s clothes any more than I do.”

“We’ll see,” said Edgar. He turned on his heel and marched out.

“You’ve got some nerve!” whispered Vicky to Erin.

Erin grinned at her, and looked down between Vicky’s legs to where a white triangle was visible beneath the hem of her skirt. “You can’t talk!” she said. “Looks like you’re treading a pretty fine line there yourself.”

Vicky blushed, but made no attempt to cross her legs or pull her skirt down. “You’re a bad influence on me, Erin Moss,” she said.

“Good,” said Erin, winking at her. “Fancy meeting up with me and Sam after work?”

“Hush!” said Vicky nervously, looking around to see if Amanda had heard. “Okay – why don’t you both come round to my place? We can order pizza or something.”

“Excellent,” said Erin with a smile. Then she grimaced. “Oh no,” she said.

“What is it?” asked Vicky in concern.

“I’m … oh God it’s coming out! I’m having an accident!”

“Oh my goodness, not you as well!” said Vicky. “Well hurry up and get to the restroom!”

“I … can’t make it,” groaned Erin as her poo pushed her thong out from between her buttocks.

“Come on,” said Vicky firmly, getting to her feet and taking hold of Erin’s arm. “I’ll help you.” She marched, and Erin waddled, towards the toilet, while a lengthening rope of poo wagged back and forth as it dangled from between Erin’s buttocks. Her thong had slipped to one side and was now doing nothing to hinder her poo’s progress.

Splat! An eight-inch turd dropped to the floor in front of Thomas’s desk. The two women hurried through to the kitchen, where a second poo thudded on to the linoleum. Finally they made it into the toilet, where Erin dropped a third poo at the entrance to one of the stalls. She sat down on the toilet seat, not bothering to pull down her thong, and relaxed. The rest of her poo snaked out quickly and began to curl up in the bottom of the bowl. Very soon it was above the level of the water, and still the pile continued to build.

Vicky watched with fascination – Erin had not closed the door to the cubicle and was sitting with her legs apart so that Vicky could see the poo extruding into the toilet bowl. The pile of poo was now more than halfway up the bowl, and half a minute later it was brushing against Erin’s buttocks and pussy. She lifted her bottom off the seat, and squeezed out the last four or five feet of poo. By the time the last little bit dropped from her anus to land on top of the pile, the mass of poo had settled and spread out to fill the bowl from one side of the rim to the other, with a central cone that rose five inches above the level of the seat.

“Wow!” said Erin, impressed. “That’s not too far off what Sam produces these days, I think.”

In fact it was still some way off – the tapering of the toilet bowl meant that it held less than appearances suggested – but she had just defecated about four fifths of a cubic foot, which was certainly a record for her.

“That’s incredible,” said Vicky, shaking her head in disbelief. “Where did it all come from? You didn’t seem particularly bloated before.”

“I wasn’t bloated at all,” said Erin. “It’s a complete mystery. Right up until the urge struck, I didn’t feel especially full, but then suddenly it was as if my bowels were creating masses of poo out of nowhere. I’ll tell you what, though – it feels absolutely wonderful to get rid of it all.”

“So … what are you going to do with all that?” asked Vicky.

Erin shrugged. “I don’t know. You insisted I come to the toilet – what do you think?”

Vicky shook her head. “I don’t know either,” she said. “Unless perhaps we can just force it down the bend without flushing it?”

“Using what?” asked Erin.

“I don’t know – a plunger maybe?”

Erin looked around both stalls, but could only find a couple of toilet brushes. “These will never do,” she said. “We’ll have to use our bare hands, I guess.”

“We?” asked Vicky, startled.

“Well … I suppose it is my problem,” said Erin with a heavy sigh. “I’ll just do it myself.” She took off her tank top, followed by her skirt. “No sense in getting these messy,” she said. Then she kneeled down in front of the toilet bowl and plunged both arms deep into the heap of poo.

Vicky stared in fascinated disgust. Then, reluctantly, she said, “If you really want me to help, I’ll help.”

“Thank you,” said Erin gratefully. “You’d better take your clothes off.”

Vicky took off her blouse, bra and skirt, leaving only her lacy white panties and shoes. Then she kneeled down in front of the toilet, next to Erin, who slowly withdrew her arms, which were now covered with shit almost up to her shoulders.

“When you get to the bottom of the bowl,” said Erin, “spread your hands wide and then shove as much poo as possible around the bend, as far as you can. I think that’s our best bet.”

Vicky screwed up her face in disgust, then slowly began to push her hands, fingers outstretched, into the mass of poo. “Oh God this is disgusting,” she said with a shudder. As Erin had suggested, she pushed her hands all the way down to the bottom of the bowl, and then began shoving as much poo as possible into the narrow U-bend. As her hands went further and further round the bend, her face came closer and closer to the top of the pile, and her ample breasts actually touched it and began to sink into the poo. Erin noticed this and smiled, then she reached out, sank her hand into the poo just below Vicky’s left nipple, and started massaging the older woman’s breast. Then she got to her feet, stepped around behind Vicky, and reached around her to cup both her breasts in her hands. As Vicky slid her hands further still around the bend, her breasts disappeared completely beneath the surface of the poo, which was now threatening to overflow out of the toilet bowl. Erin squeezed and massaged Vicky’s breasts, while Vicky’s breathing quickened and her eyes closed.

After a few moments of this, Erin then pulled her hands out of the poo, and laid herself down on her back with her head between Vicky’s knees. Raising her head up, she pulled Vicky’s panties to one side (inevitably getting a little poo on the gusset as she did so), and she started to lick Vicky’s clitoris. Vicky, her arms still stuck way down in the toilet bowl, and her chin almost touching the mound of poo, began to squirm with pleasure. The poo disgusted her, and the smell was awful, but the feeling of her breasts being surrounded and caressed by soft, warm stickiness was rather delicious. And the feelings sparkling in her loins as Erin licked her were amazing. She moaned softly and gyrated her hips, grinding her pussy against Erin’s tongue.

At that moment Sam entered, carrying in her hands all the poo she had found on the way to the toilet. She had squeezed the poo together into a ball, which she was now smoothing by rolling it around in her hands. She grinned when she saw what was going on. “This looks like fun!” she remarked.

Vicky looked up guiltily, but as Erin continued to tongue her clitoris, she soon closed her eyes again. Sam picked up the last poo that Erin had dropped at the entrance to the cubicle, and she added it to the lump she was shaping. Soon she had a larger, and perfectly smooth, ball about the size of a grapefruit. She reached down, pulled open the back of Vicky’s panties, and dropped the ball inside. Then she let the elastic waistband snap back into place.

“Sam!” exclaimed Vicky in horror, as she felt the large lump of poo settle between her buttocks and nestle against her anus. She started to withdraw her arms.

“Relax Vicky,” said Sam soothingly. “Stay as you are. I just wanted to show you what it feels like to have a poo in your panties.”

Vicky looked disgruntled, but she sank her arms and breasts back into the poo, and soon forgot her annoyance as Erin brought her closer and closer to orgasm. “Oh yes!” she moaned.

Sam placed her hand against the back of Vicky’s panties, and slowly began to slide the ball of poo up and down so that it stroked Vicky’s anus. As she did so, she also pressed slightly inwards, so that gradually the ball flattened and spread out. Vicky’s breathing quickened, and then her moans started to come with each breath. Finally she shuddered and groaned in her climax, and Sam squished the poo firmly, so that it spread all around inside the back of Vicky’s panties and went some way along the gusset, oozing between her labia and pushing gently at the opening of her vagina.

“Oh God,” muttered Vicky, sinking lower into the poo-filled bowl. “That was intense.” Her head was hanging so low that her cheek was actually touching the heap of poo, but she did not seem to notice.

Erin shuffled out from between Vicky’s legs. “What are you going to do with your own poo, Sam?” she asked.

“I’m going to shovel it into a couple of trash bags,” said Sam. “Then I guess we’ll have to take them home.”

“Well let’s see how this goes first,” said Erin. “We’re trying to shove my poo down the bend using our bare hands. If it works, we can do the same with yours.”

“Sounds like a plan,” said Sam. “How’s it going there, Vicky?”

Vicky roused herself and started pushing poo once more. “It’s slow progress,” she said, “and too early to say how well it’s working.”

“Okay, well I’ll get shovelling,” said Sam. “I’ll see you two in a little while.” She left the room, leaving Vicky and Erin to their task.

The two women took turns, and after half an hour had reduced the level of poo to about two-thirds of the way up the toilet bowl. At this point, however, Amanda came in. When she saw Vicky, kneeling in front of the toilet in just a pair of poo-filled panties, with her arms sunk into poo and her breasts coated with the stuff, she shrieked “Vicky! What on Earth are you doing?”

“Helping,” said Vicky, rather embarrassed. “There was no way this lot was going to flush, so I’m helping Erin shove it down the bend by hand.”

“But … that’s disgusting!” wailed Amanda. “And what on Earth … did you have an accident too?”

“Uh, not really,” said Vicky, turning very red. “Sam kind of put that in there.”

Erin grinned. “Vicky’s a great sport,” she said. “You want to take a turn, Amanda? Many hands make light work.”

Amanda shuddered and shook her head. “I just came in to use the toilet,” she said. “But my God, it stinks in here! I think I’ll use the one upstairs.” She turned and left.

Soon afterwards, Sam brought in two bulging trash bags. “Here you go,” she said. “Is it my turn yet?”

“Yes!” said Vicky fervently, as she slowly drew her arms out of the poo with a sucking sound.

Sam stripped off her clothes, except for her string-fronted panties which were still full of poo, and took Vicky’s place. While she shoved poo industriously down the bend, Erin and Vicky kissed and cuddled in the other stall. Vicky had still not emptied her panties.

The level of poo in the toilet bowl was getting very low. It was now as low as the water level would normally be. Sam got up and brought over one of the bags she had filled with her own poo. Ripping it at the bottom, she emptied it out into the bowl. Before the bag had emptied, the toilet had completely filled up, and even piled up high above the level of the seat. Sam squeezed out the last few bits of poo, then tossed the bag aside. Poo was spreading out over the top of the seat, and also beneath it, between the seat and the top of the bowl itself.

Sam got up. “Your turn, Erin. And my turn to make out with Vicky!”

The two women swapped cubicles, and Sam took Vicky into her arms with a lustful grin. Vicky smiled shyly, and then met Sam’s tongue with her own. After two full minutes of deep kissing, however, she drew back and said, “I’m still not a lesbian, Sam.”

Sam grinned. “Too bad. You’re a wonderful kisser.”

Five minutes later, Erin said wearily, “You know, this isn’t working any more. I think we’ve blocked up the pipe so tightly now that the poo isn’t going any further. I’m just not having any luck getting this level down.”

The other two women came to look. “Well, we tried,” said Sam. “I’ll take the other bag home.”

“But what are we going to do about this?” asked Vicky, indicating the poo-clogged toilet, which was not only full of poo but also surrounded by the poo that had overflowed on to the floor.

“Toby’ll have to call the plumber,” said Sam with a shrug.

The door opened a crack. “Erin? Vicky?” came Toby’s voice. “Are you two actually going to come and do some work?”

“We need to clean up,” said Erin. “We’re both pretty well covered in shit right now.”

“You’re what?” began Toby, then he said hurriedly, “Never mind. Just clean up and get back to your jobs as soon as possible. Sam, you’re to report to Edgar when you’re ready.”

“Okay,” said Sam.

The door closed again, and Sam sighed. “Well, it’s been fun while it lasted. I guess we’d better clean up.”

“Perhaps we could go to Mr Howell’s at lunch?” suggested Erin. “You need more incontinence panties, Sam – we both do, for that matter – and I’m dying to get Vicky into some sexy little outfits.”

Sam grinned at Vicky, who blushed. “Excellent idea,” she said.

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Laura eased her huge belly behind her desk as she sat down in readiness for her exam. Her classmates stared at her, some in amazement, some in amusement. Sniggers rippled round the room, and many of the kids whispered to each other while looking in her direction. Laura did not like this at all and hunched nervously in her seat.

“Quieten down, everyone,” said Mr Scheider, the invigilating teacher, as he handed out exam papers. “You’ll have an hour and a half to complete this, but if you’re smart and you’ve done your revision, you’ll breeze through it in considerably less than that time. Use the remaining time wisely! Check your answers, re-read all the questions, and make sure you haven’t made any silly mistakes.” He finished handing papers out, returned to the front of the classroom, and started the clock. “Okay, please turn over your papers, and begin.”

Laura was good at biology, and would have done well in the exam, except that she was growing increasingly worried about two things. One was the number of kids glancing over at her and giggling. The other was that her belly seemed to be growing by the minute. After only half an hour, she looked at least nine months’ pregnant, and suddenly she gasped in horror.

“Mr Scheider!” she cried, as she struggled out from behind the desk and stood up shakily. “I’m … I think I’m going to…” Then she winced as a contraction hit, and her knees buckled.

“Great heavens above, Laura!” cried Mr Scheider. “Whatever are you doing?”

“She must be giving birth to all the babies she got given on Saturday!” said one boy, laughing.

This almost shocked Laura out of her labour. Had the news of her ordeal with Josh and his friends spread around the whole school?

“Silence, Nathan!” thundered Mr Scheider as he marched over to Laura. “Now what’s the matter with you, girl?”

“I’m … giving birth!” gasped Laura, as she felt her vaginal opening stretch painfully wide.

“Nonsense!” said Mr Scheider in exasperation. “You weren’t even remotely pregnant on Friday.”

“I know!” said Laura, as she lay down carefully on her back. “This is no … ahhhh! … ordinary baby though!” She hoisted her dress up to her waist. “Get my panties off … quickly!”

“But you can’t do this here!” exclaimed Mr Scheider in horror as he stared down at her pussy. Something – he could not tell what – was forcing Laura’s vagina open from within. She was now three inches dilated, and her string-fronted panties, which started widening out only halfway across the gaping orifice, did little to conceal the emerging object.

“It’s too late!” groaned Laura miserably. “I tell you it’s coming out now! Please get my panties off!”

Very reluctantly, Mr Scheider knelt down and grasped either side of Laura’s panties. Then he pulled them down over her legs, and placed them on the ground beside her feet.

“Thank you!” gasped Laura, and, spreading her legs as wide as possible, she bore down with all her strength. “Aaaaaarrrrrgggggghhhhhhh!!!”

The examination was forgotten. All the kids in the room, both boys and girls, were gathering around Laura, staring at her widening vagina with fascination. Then they all jumped as Laura’s anus suddenly opened and a long poo snaked out and piled up in front of her crotch.

“Oh my God, that is so disgusting!” said one of the girls, wrinkling her nose. But she continued to watch.

“Um,” said Mr Scheider, “Tommy. Call 911. Quickly!” Tommy, however, transfixed by the sight before his eyes, did not move.

“Don’t … bother,” said Laura through gritted teeth. “This will be over by the time they get here.” Then she pushed again, and her vagina widened still further. When it was a little over five inches in diameter, a brown lumpy object emerged.

“It’s a turd!” someone exclaimed.

Indeed it was. Just as Erin had given birth to a similar object three mornings ago, Laura was now birthing a giant poo, five inches in diameter. With each push, six inches or so of the object emerged, and Laura’s classmates stared in disbelief as two feet, three feet, four feet of the huge, irregular brown cylinder lurched across the classroom floor in fits and starts. Mr Scheider, completely out of his depth, said, “What should we do?”

“I … don’t know,” grunted Laura. She felt humiliated beyond words, yet the feeling of giving birth was strangely fulfilling. Even though she knew that what was coming out of her was something disgusting, she was sure that it was something Danny had given her, and that made her almost happy.

A flash of light made Mr Scheider snap his head to one side. “Bertie, put that camera away!” he said. “I think the poor girl’s suffering enough without the added indignity of being photographed in this condition.”

But Bertie did not put his camera away – he merely turned off the flash. It was light enough for the flash to be unnecessary, anyway. He took several more pictures during the ensuing minutes.

Laura’s giant poo was now almost ten feet long, and it was changing in nature. Gradually its surface graded from a solid brown to a translucent greenish colour. Then, as Laura pushed again, the next few inches revealed the object to have a thin outer skin through which could be seen hundreds of green wriggling objects.

“Oh gross!” said one girl. Another threw up.

Several feet of this bag emerged, much more quickly than the poo part had, and then the end slithered out amid a rush of diarrhoea. For fifteen full seconds liquid poo gushed out of Laura’s vagina, as her belly gradually returned to its normal size. Then the rush of liquid slowed, and became thicker and more sludgy in consistency. For another half-minute this sludge continued to ooze out of Laura’s cunt, and then, finally, it stopped.

By this time the transparent bag had broken open, and little green bug-eyed slugs were arching their way in all directions like so many leeches. A couple of the boys started stomping on them, while others, mostly girls, retreated in haste.

“Don’t kill them!” begged Laura.

“Indeed no!” said Mr Scheider, regaining some mastery of the situation. “What we have witnessed is disgusting, yes, but from a scientific point of view it is fascinating beyond belief! This is huge news, boys and girls – now I want you to gather as many of them as you can and bring them over to the empty fish tank in my prep room. I don’t imagine the girls will want to touch them, but I am sure there are some brave boys among you who are up to the challenge.”

This, of course, was exactly the right thing to say in order to encourage the boys to outdo each other in their efforts to gather more green slugs than their friends. This proved tricky – the slugs were extremely clever at eluding their pursuers and getting into the tiniest little cracks and crevices. Many of them climbed the legs of chairs and concealed themselves beneath the seats. Some reached the wall and squeezed themselves into cracks in the skirting board. Some sneaked into school bags or clung to the bottoms of shoes in the space in front of the heel. Others made it all the way to the door and out into the corridor, where they were not pursued.

Yet there were so many that it was inevitable that some would be caught. Raymond Chow caught six, which was the record, but altogether thirty-six of the creatures were captured and dropped into the empty fish tank. One of the captors was Hilary Markowitz, who would have felt rather less pleased with herself if she had known that one of the slugs was attached to the underside of her chair.

Laura got to her feet, rather unsteadily. She looked for her panties, only to find them lying in a pool of diarrhoea. Her giant poo lay stretched out on the floor like a monstrous snake that had been decapitated and left to rot in a pool of its own blood. For a second she felt the urge to stroke it, even to cuddle it … but then she shuddered and turned away to limp back to her seat. She noticed Zach, one of the boys who had fucked her on Saturday, grinning at her from across the room. Her cheeks flushed and she looked away quickly.

“Right,” said Mr Scheider. “Now that that commotion is over, everyone get back to your seats. I shall take care of the mess on the floor while you continue with your exams. No talking! I’m sure all of you have been far too distracted by Laura’s predicament to discuss the exam, but it’s too late now! Return to your seats, all of you. I shall extend the exam by twenty minutes. Laura, you of course are excused. I suggest you call your father and go home. I will explain to the principal.”

“No, it’s okay,” said Laura. “I’m feeling much better now. I think I can finish the exam.”

Mr Scheider looked surprised, but shrugged. “Suit yourself,” he said.

The exam continued, while Mr Scheider fetched a broom and a trash bag and started cleaning up Laura’s mess. Five minutes later, Hilary Markowitz squealed. “Oh no!” she said. “Something’s…”

“What is it, Hilary?” asked Mr Scheider, looking annoyed.

“Something’s…” repeated Hilary, then she paused, looking thoughtful. A faint smile came to her lips. “Never mind,” she said.

Over the course of the next half hour, several other students (mostly girls, but some of them boys) squealed, shrieked, yelped or jumped to their feet, and each one of them, when pressed for details by an increasingly frustrated Mr Scheider, refused to explain why, merely apologising for the interruption and saying that nothing was wrong. One of them was Billy Hickox, a popular boy whose mother worked in the state governor’s office.

By the end of the exam, Laura was feeling almost back to normal. She even thought she had got most of the answers correct, despite finding it hard to concentrate after her unpleasant experience halfway through. When Mr Scheider eventually said “Time!”, she put her pen down with a feeling almost of satisfaction.

This feeling, sadly, was short-lived. As soon as she got out into the corridor amid the press of students, laughter broke out on all sides of her. As the comments became more pointed, Laura backed away in horror, until she hit the lockers and could only stand there in abject horror while everyone around her heaped insults upon her.

“Look, it’s Laura Moss! The school slut!”

“Have you seen those videos of her? Wow!”

“Oh my God I’ve never seen such a nasty-ass skank.”

“Show us your cunt, ho!”

“Yeah, show us your cunt!”

In seconds, this became a chant. Soon the corridor was ringing with “Show us your cunt! Show us your cunt! Show us your cunt!”

Laura, panicking, tried to run away down the corridor, but many hands pulled her back. “Let’s see that cunt, bitch!” exclaimed one large boy called Jeff Eastland who was a running back on the football team. He pulled up her dress. “Woah! She’s got no panties on!”

“Look at that!” shrieked another boy. “She’s still got shit around her pussy! Anyone see the shit video?”

“What a shitty ho!” laughed a senior girl named Martha. She tried to start a new chant, “Shitty ho! Shitty ho! Shitty ho!” but only a few people took it up.

Laura, struggling, fell to the floor, and her dress was ripped clean off, leaving her wearing only her shoes and a see-through bra. She was in floods of tears now, and offered no resistance as her bra was forcibly removed. She found herself picked up by several boys, and her legs were spread wide apart.

“Woah, just look at all the shit around her cunt!”

“Who the hell would want to fuck that?”

“I would!”

“Go on then!”

“Not here, not here! Teachers will be along any moment. Take her to the gym!”

Somebody pulled her shoes off her feet, and so, naked apart from her wristwatch, Laura was carried swiftly down the corridor and up the stairs. No teachers, unfortunately for her, were encountered along the way, and soon she found herself being carried into the gymnasium, where she was laid down on a soft mat. And there her rape began, witnessed by dozens of cheering onlookers. She did not know the first boy, but his penis barely seemed to touch the sides of her over-stretched vagina. When he had come inside her, he climbed off, and was replaced with another boy.

It lasted just ten minutes. Then a teacher arrived, having come to investigate the commotion, and all hell broke loose. Laura’s six rapists, and the cheering onlookers, all sprinted for the nearest exit. The teacher, Mr Dawes, bawled after them, “I see you Martin Dash! I see you Johnny Lewis! You’re going to pay for this, I swear it! I’ll see you all expelled!” Then he came over to where Laura was lying, naked, with her legs spread wide and semen oozing out of her vagina.

“My God!” he exclaimed in a voice full of concern. “How did this happen?”

Laura said nothing, too numb to speak or even move. She stared blindly at the wall as Mr Dawes crouched down next to her and closed her legs. Then he picked her up and carried her out of the gym. “Where are your clothes?” he asked her.

For a moment she did not reply, but the question had sunk in. Eventually she said, in a voice barely above a whisper, “Don’t know. By the lockers maybe.”

“In the main corridor?”

Laura nodded. But Mr Dawes did not take her to the main corridor – instead he carried her up to the principal’s office, where the principal, Mrs McEnery, jumped to her feet in shock at the sight of Laura’s naked body. “Howard!” she exclaimed. “Whatever has happened?”

“I heard a racket in the gym,” said Mr Dawes grimly, “and went in there to discover this poor young girl being raped. I didn’t see who the culprit was, but I can give you the names of about ten of the spectators. Hopefully Laura can help with the rest.”

“Oh my God!” exclaimed Mrs McEnery, sinking into her chair. She gestured to an armchair in the corner. “Put her there, Howard.”

Mr Dawes nodded, and gently lowered Laura into the armchair. “I’m going to go and look for her clothes now,” he said. “Perhaps she could stay here until I return?”

“Of course,” said Mrs McEnery, nodding. “Oh my goodness, Howard, this is going to ruin the school!”

The grey-haired English teacher frowned. “I’m more worried about what it’s going to do to Laura.”

“Well yes, of course, of course,” said the principal hastily. “Well, off you go and get her clothes. I’m going to have a little chat with Laura before I call the police.”

Mr Dawes nodded, and then left, closing the door behind him. Mrs McEnery cleared her throat and said to Laura, “Well my dear, I’m sure this has been a horrible experience for you, but I wonder if you could try to recall the name of the boy who … who did this terrible thing to you.”

Laura muttered something.

Mrs McEnery leaned forward in her chair. “I’m sorry dear, I didn’t quite catch that.”

Laura said, more loudly this time, “It was six of them.”

The principal’s eyes widened. “Six?” she said. “Oh you poor thing! Well, um, do you remember the names of … ouch!”

Laura looked up at the principal suspiciously. “What?” she said.

“Um, oooh!” said the principal, scrabbling frantically between her legs. “Um, something just…” Then she stopped herself, and looked sheepish. “It’s nothing,” she said. “Something odd just happened, and I’m not sure… Never mind. You were saying?”

“I wasn’t saying anything,” said Laura. “You were asking me to name the boys who raped me.”

“Ah yes,” said Mrs McEnery. She took out a pen and paper. “Please go on.”

Laura started to name names, but the principal seemed rather distracted. After the fourth name, she interrupted Laura. “I’m trying to understand what happened,” she said. “But I’m afraid I’m not getting a very good picture in my head. I think it would help if you describe what happened exactly.”

“Um, okay,” said Laura. “Well, it all started in the Biology exam. I was giving birth to … well, I suppose it goes back further than that. But after the exam…”

“I’m sorry,” said Mrs McEnery, “you say you were giving birth?”

Laura rolled her eyes. “Oh God, that’s just going to take ages to explain. Perhaps if I just tell you about the rape itself?”

“Oh yes!” said the principal, her eyes shining. “Tell me about the rape.”

While Laura described her ordeal, Mrs McEnery made notes on the pad of paper in front of her. At least, that is what Laura thought she was doing. In fact, the principal was doodling a little sketch of a giant penis menacing a naked woman. Her other hand was stuck up her skirt and rubbing furiously at the front of her panties.

“I see,” she said eventually, and rather breathlessly. “Most … interesting. Um, I have some medical training, you know – perhaps I could take a look … see if there’s any damage?”

Laura stared at the woman. “You want to take a look at my … pussy?”

“Yes, often with rape there’s tell-tale damage to the whole, uh, vaginal area. I’d like to take a look and see if, uh, if … uh…” She got up and walked around the side of the desk, then she approached Laura and knelt down in front of her. “Now if you could just part your legs for me?”

“I don’t think so,” said Laura, rather nervously. Why was the principal acting like this? It was very weird.

“Now now, Laura,” said Mrs McEnery, with the air of one gently scolding an obstinate toddler. “There’s no need to be shy. I know what I’m doing. Trust me.”

Reluctantly, Laura allowed the horny principal to spread her legs. She was a little alarmed by the hungry look that came over the older woman’s face as she stared at Laura’s reddened vagina, but she did not object for the moment. When Mrs McEnery said “Aww, look at that poor owie” and stuck her finger inside her vagina, however, Laura cried out “Mrs McEnery! Please don’t touch me there!”

Mrs McEnery withdrew her finger and looked up at Laura in surprise. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean to upset you.” She licked her finger clean, and added, “Well, Laura, I confess I’m not sure what to do about this issue. It could ruin the school’s reputation. I can’t let that happen. Is there any chance we could deal with this internally, without the police getting involved? I do so want to avoid bad publicity.”

Laura considered this. “What would happen to the boys who raped me? And to the others? The ones who watched and cheered?”

“Oh, they would be punished!” said Mrs McEnery firmly. “The ones who raped you will be expelled, of course. The others … will a one-month suspension do?”

“Hardly,” said Laura. “I’ve seen ‘The Accused’ – they should all go to prison.”

Mrs McEnery laughed. “Yes, well, that is hardly within my power. But I can’t exactly mete out the same punishment to the rapists as to those who merely watched. Yes, I think a suspension is best.”

Laura sighed, and shrugged. “Whatever,” she said. “My life seems totally out of control now. I have no clue what is going to happen to me from day to day. And to be honest, all this might even be a dream. I don’t know any longer.”

“I can assure you,” said Mrs McEnery, laughing lightly, “that this is no dream. But if thinking so helps you to deal with it, then go right ahead.”

At this moment Mr Dawes returned, holding Laura’s dress and shoes. He looked different, somehow, than he had when he left. He handed Laura her clothes, and said, “Well, I found them. And something bit me…” He shrugged. “Never mind. So, what’s the plan?”

“Laura’s agreed not to involve the police,” said Mrs McEnery. “I’m going to expel the boys who raped her … or inflict some other severe punishment upon them … and suspend the spectators, or something.”

“Okay,” said Mr Dawes, nodding.

Laura got up and put her dress on, then she stepped into her shoes. Glancing at her watch, she said, “My dad will be here soon to pick me up.” Then her brow furrowed. “I guess he doesn’t need to though, now. All the same, I think I’d like to go home and spend the afternoon recovering. Is that okay?”

Mrs McEnery frowned. “I think not, Laura,” she said. “Your schoolwork is very important. You can’t just go home whenever you feel like it.”

“But I just got raped!” protested Laura.

“Yes, and schoolwork will be the best thing to get your mind off that,” said Mrs McEnery. “Much better than going home and moping around all afternoon, don’t you think Howard?”

“Absolutely,” said Mr Dawes. “I think that a bit of hard work at your studies will prove excellent therapy.”

“All right,” said Laura with a sigh. She turned to go.

“Uh, just one other thing Laura,” said Mrs McEnery. “That dress you’re wearing – it strikes me as a little over-conservative. I think I’d prefer the girls at my school to dress a little less like middle-aged spinsters.”

Laura nodded. “Yes, I only wore it this morning because I was very pregnant, and this was the only dress that would fit. But now that I’ve given birth, I’d much rather wear something shorter.”

“Good girl!” said Mrs McEnery approvingly. She reached into a drawer in her desk and pulled out a pair of scissors. “Perhaps I can help?”

“You want to shorten my dress?” inquired Laura. “Um, okay!”

Mrs McEnery smiled as she came around her desk and knelt down in front of Laura. “How high do you think I should cut it?” she asked.

“Whatever you think best,” said Laura. “But as far as I’m concerned, the shorter the better.”

“Excellent,” said the principal, licking her lips. She raised the scissors to the approximate height of Laura’s pussy, and began to cut. “Turn around slowly,” she instructed Laura. And as Laura did so, Mrs McEnery cut through the material all the way around until the lower half of the dress fell to the floor. “There,” she said. “How’s that?”

There was no mirror in the room, so Laura felt around the back of the dress to see how short it was. She could tell that her buttocks were peeping below the dress, and this rather excited her. “I like it,” she said. “Um, is my pussy visible though? I seem to have lost my underwear.”

Mrs McEnery looked at her from the front. “Only if I get my face down to the same level,” she said.

“It doesn’t look even,” remarked Mr Dawes.

“You’re right,” agreed Mrs McEnery. She began to trim the dress some more, getting Laura to turn around a few more times before she was happy. “Well, now your pussy is definitely visible,” she said. “Sorry.”

“Maybe I can find my panties and wash them,” said Laura, a little nervously. She liked wearing such a short dress, but was worried about getting raped again. An exposed pussy would seem like an invitation to any horny teenaged boys around her. And another thought occurred to her. “What if I get into trouble with the other teachers?” she asked. “This dress is in violation of the school’s dress code, isn’t it?”

“Good point,” said Mrs McEnery. “It’s about time that dress code got a radical overhaul. I shall make an announcement immediately.” She crossed over to her desk and pressed a button on the intercom. Immediately her voice boomed out across the entire school. “Attention, boys and girls! Effective as of this moment are the following amendments to the school’s dress code. First, visible underwear on girls is now acceptable. Second, hemlines can be as high as you like. In fact I would encourage all girls to wear their skirts and dresses as short as possible. Third, no girl is to be punished for dressing too skimpily. Fourth, no girl is to wear jeans, slacks or shorts. It’s skirts or dresses for all girls from now on. And no hemlines below the knee. In fact, no hemlines below mid-thigh will be permitted. Any girl wearing jeans, shorts or slacks today will obviously have to continue wearing them until they go home, but as of tomorrow I expect to see nothing but minidresses and miniskirts. Fifth, see-through tops are now allowed, as are low-cut tops and midriff-revealing tops. Bras beneath such tops are optional. I shall send out letters to this effect immediately, so that your parents can be apprised of the new rules. Thank you.”

Laura gaped. She had developed a new-found fondness for skimpy clothing, but she knew that a huge proportion of the student body would furiously rebel against these new rules. There would be anarchy!

“All right Laura, you may go,” said Mrs McEnery.

Laura left, and the principal turned to Mr Dawes. She raised her eyebrows. “Why are you looking at me like that, Howard?”

“I was just realising,” said Mr Dawes, “what a fiendishly attractive woman you are.” His erect cock, which seemed to have grown larger somehow, was straining at the fabric of his trousers.

Mrs McEnery blushed. “I’m a married woman, Howard,” she said. But she was certainly flattered. Despite looking young for her forty-three years, with attractively-styled black hair, she did not often get compliments like this … even from her husband.

“I don’t care that you’re married,” said Mr Dawes, advancing on her with a hungry look. “I want you, Gillian. And you could stand to dress a little more sexily yourself, you know. You have the legs for it.”

“Oh Howard!” said Mrs McEnery, backing up against her desk. “Do you mean to cut my clothing?”

“I mean to fuck you, hard,” said Howard. “And then you are going to cut your clothing.” He unzipped his trousers and pulled out his penis, which had grown to ten inches already.”

Gillian’s eyes widened. “Oh my God!” she exclaimed. Then she gasped as Howard whirled her around and bent her over her desk. He hoisted up her skirt and pulled down her nylons and panties.

“Cunt or ass first?” he asked.

Mrs McEnery, her cheek pressed to the desk, closed her eyes slowly. “Ass,” she whispered.

****************

Laura found her father waiting outside. “I can’t go home,” she said. “I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to call you. I kind of gave birth in the exam, so I guess I’m fine now.”

“Oh!” said Mr Moss. “Are you sure?”

Laura shrugged. “I was hoping to go home anyway, but Mrs McEnery insisted that I stay.”

Mr Moss nodded. “Well, you don’t want to upset your principal,” he said. “Better do as she says. But whatever happened to your dress?”

“She cut it,” said Laura. “I know it’s a bit extreme. But she’s just changed the dress code. Apparently she wants the girls in shorter dresses and skirts.”

“How odd!” remarked Mr Moss. “Well, I’d best get back to work then. I’ll see you later.”

Laura returned back inside, and she found her classroom in an uproar. The first thing she noticed was that Hilary Markowitz was naked on the floor, on her hands and knees, and being fucked from behind by Terry Roberts, while she was simultaneously sucking the enormous penis of Jack DiBergi. All of a sudden she choked and pulled back from Jack’s penis, only to get a faceful of a familiar-looking green slime.

Elsewhere in the room were similarly outrageous scenes. One girl, Nicole Harper, was being fucked by two boys at once – one in her anus and one in her vagina. Another was screaming as her clothes were ripped off by three laughing boys. Another girl was doing a striptease on one of the desks, surrounded by cheering kids, while both male and female hands were running up her thighs and probing her pussy and anus.

About half of the class, however, was scandalised and shouting at the revellers. Those whose bodies had not been invaded by the bug-eyed slugs were bewildered and upset by what was happening to their friends. At the front of the classroom, a fight had broken out between a naked boy with a twelve-inch penis and a couple of clothed boys who were demanding, in between flinging punches, what the hell he thought he was doing. Laura knew all three of them – they were inseparable friends.

“Stop!” she screamed at the top of her voice. “For heaven’s sake stop!”

Instantly all eyes turned towards her. Taylor Price, the striptease girl, stopped dancing and stared at Laura. The three boys terrorising poor Yolanda Clooney stopped what they were doing, and Yolanda took the opportunity to cover her breasts with what was left of her blouse.

“I think an explanation is in order,” said Laura loudly. “Half of you don’t understand what is going on, the other half apparently don’t care. But since I seem to have caused all this, I think I had better tell you what I know about what’s going on.”

“You can explain … this?” demanded Randal Gregson, one of those who had been shouting furiously at the depraved antics of Hilary and Taylor.

“Yes,” said Laura. “At least I can tell you what I know.” She walked up to the front of the classroom, and climbed on to the teacher’s desk. Looking around, she could see a couple of boys who had fucked her, at one time or another, but she tried to put that out of her mind. “A couple of days ago,” she said, “I was infected with something. I believe it came from Hell.”

“Oh great, here comes the Bible-thumping!” groaned one of the boys.

“Not at all,” said Laura. “To tell you the truth, I’m glad I was infected. Last week, as you know, I was a bit of an uptight bitch. I dressed very conservatively, and was very critical of anyone that didn’t conform to my view of how people should look or act. That all changed over the weekend. I have been infected with something that has made me enjoy wearing skimpy clothes. My br… My boyfriend and I have been enjoying truly wonderful sex together. And I’ve been happy … for the most part. Very happy, and in love.

“There is a flip side to this. I seem to be having terrible nightmares, and I seem to have become a magnet for rape. I really hate being raped, I have to tell you … but I still don’t think I would go back to the way I was before. This, I think, is a period of adjustment, and I just need to get through it. Great happiness lies in my future, I think, and I am looking forward to that very much.

“Now, as you have probably figured out I was also impregnated at the weekend. And not with a baby, but with a bunch of little creatures whose purpose, I think, is to make other people the way me and my boyfriend are. One of the side-effects it has on boys is to make their … um … their penises … huge! Like, nearly a foot long or something. And instead of regular semen they produce lots of slimy green stuff. I think that’s what impregnates girls with more of those creatures.

“So that’s what is happening here. This morning I gave birth to a bunch of these creatures, and they have infected some of you. The boys are growing huge penises, and the girls are becoming, um, less inhibited. To those of you who are outraged at the behaviour exhibited by the infected boys and girls, I would say: please be patient and understanding. And to the infected boys I’d say: please don’t rape the girls. You’ll find them willing enough, I think, if you would just be nice to them.”

“I’m willing,” said Hilary, who was now lying on her back on the floor with her legs spread wide. She was masturbating, and green slime was oozing from her vagina. “Who wants to fuck me? I’ll take anyone.”

“I’m willing!” said Taylor, climbing down from her desk. She had finished her striptease and was now naked. She had a gorgeous body, with beautifully smooth white skin and small, perky breasts. “I want to be pregnant with those slug things. Somebody impregnate me!” Immediately Todd Ramsey, sporting a huge erection which drooled green slime from its tip, pushed Taylor back over her desk and thrust his penis into her vagina.

“But this is insane!” protested Cammie Watts, who had avoided ‘infection’. “If what you’re saying is true, this could bring about the collapse of civilisation!”

“Not necessarily,” said Laura. “Those of us who are infected are not mindless victims of uncontrollable lust. Despite my unfortunate incident this morning, I think I managed to do pretty well in my exam. Just because I’m wearing a dress that shows my pussy doesn’t mean I’m incapable of leading a normal life.”

“But it does though!” said Cammie. “People will treat you differently. You said yourself you’ve been raped already. How can you lead a normal life if you keep getting raped?”

“I’ll show you,” said Mr Scheider, who had quietly entered the room and was standing behind her. He pulled open the back of her jeans with a finger, and dropped a green slug inside her panties.

Cammie screamed and clutched at her bottom, but the slug must have been fast, for only a second later she gasped and said “Oh no! It’s in my…”

“Mr Scheider!” cried Randal. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Here, you can have one too,” said Mr Scheider, slapping his hand against Randal’s ear.

Randal yelped, clutched at his ear, and then subsided into an expression of puzzlement.

“Well, that’s the last of them,” said Mr Scheider. “I hope Hilary and Taylor, and whoever else, including you Laura, will provide some more of those amazing creatures in a couple of days’ time. I’ll see you all tomorrow in Biology.” With that he left the room.

“Right!” said Mrs Farrington, Laura’s Math teacher, when she entered half a minute later. “Sorry I’m late. Laura, off my desk please. Everyone sit down!”

Laura climbed off the desk and went to sit beside one of her few friends in this class: Eric Thompson. Eric was a skinny, freckled boy whose religious convictions rivalled her own. She found him completely unattractive, but likable in his own way.

“Hey Laura,” he whispered. “Can I fuck you please?”

Startled, she looked down at his crotch. He had unzipped himself and a huge penis was extending from within his trousers. She shook her head. “Sorry Eric – I’m spoken for. Why not try Hilary? I’m sure she’d be more than happy.”

Eric nodded. “Okay,” he said.

“Right!” said Mrs Farrington. “I’m sure you all heard the new rules regarding the dress code for girls, so if any of you want to trim your clothing, or take something off, that’s fine. I notice some of you have a head-start on that!” She chuckled, looking at the naked Hilary, who was currently being fucked by an overweight boy named George Straight. “George, hurry up there will you? I’d like to teach at some point during this lesson.”

George grunted, and stiffened. Hilary moaned with pleasure as she felt green slime gush into her womb. “Thank you George!” she cooed happily. Then George climbed off her, and she said, “Who’s next?”

“Hilary, if you’re going to have sex all through the lesson,” said Mrs Farrington, “perhaps you could remove yourself to the back of the room, so as to disrupt the class as little as possible? You too, Taylor. And you, Nicole.” She fanned her face. “Isn’t it hot in here?” she remarked. “Anyone mind if I take off my blouse?”

Nobody said anything, so the thirty-year-old blonde stood up and took off her cream-coloured blouse. Underneath she was wearing a lacy white bra. Her breasts were of slightly smaller than average size, but she was an attractive woman, and most of the boys in the room, even those who had not been infected, found their gazes riveted.

“That’s better,” she said lightly. “Now, I believe we were revising proofs by induction…?”

****************

It was almost lunchtime by the time Sam, Erin and Vicky finished cleaning the toilet, the floor and themselves. All three women flushed away their ruined panties, though Vicky was the only one who could actually conceal her naked pussy and buttocks (as long as she remained standing, anyway).

Sam went to see Edgar, who was rather disappointed when she told him she wanted to go out almost immediately for lunch. When she told him it was to buy sexy outfits, however, he was only too anxious for her to go.

Erin and Vicky made their excuses to Toby, who waved them away irritably. He was determined to see the back of Erin as soon as possible, but it annoyed him that Vicky had become drawn into Sam and Erin’s web of indecency.

The three women met up outside the office, and Erin drove them all to Mr Howell’s shop. Inside, he greeted them with his customary lecherous smile, and seemed especially pleased that they had brought him a new customer.

“This way, this way,” he said, leading them to the changing area. “Now if you could remove your clothes…”

Sam and Erin stripped naked, as Vicky watched in stunned surprise. Then, with a giggle, she too removed her clothes, and Mr Howell beamed as he looked her naked body up and down. “So, what can I do for you?”

“Vicky needs a shave,” said Sam, “and Erin and I both need new incontinence panties. Something more capacious and sturdy, though, because our outputs have increased. Also, Vicky needs some nice nanoskirts, microthongs, string-fronted panties and see-through tops.”

“We have no incontinence panties more capacious than the ones you bought last time,” said Mr Howell, looking worried. “But I can certainly give you more of the same.”

Sam thought for a moment, then shook her head. “No, don’t bother,” she said. “I guess it’s kind of gone beyond the point where we can conceal our accidents, anyway.”

Half an hour later, Vicky was shaved and permanently depilated, much to her embarrassment. She made no complaint, however, even when Mr Howell’s finger slid all the way into her vagina while he was arranging her string-fronted thong. Several times she looked towards Erin and Sam for support, and when they grinned at her, she smiled back and let the dirty old man do his thing.

Leaving the shop, they returned to the office, with all three women now wearing brand new string-fronted thongs. These were especially skimpy – a new product fresh from the factory – with each string just two millimetres wide. Vicky said with a giggle that it made her feel all tingly when she walked.

Vicky’s new nanoskirt proved the last straw for Toby, who stormed out of the office saying he was going to see Lyle. Twenty minutes later he returned, with Lyle in tow.

“Stand up, Erin, Vicky,” said Toby. “Show Lyle what you’re wearing.”

Rather nervously, Vicky got to her feet. Erin did so too, though rather more boldly.

“I see,” said Lyle. “Well now, Erin, what have you to say for yourself? You did agree on a dress code, after all.”

“I found I couldn’t stick to it,” said Erin, her stomach fluttering slightly. “Sam and I … well, we’ve developed a taste for dressing in as little as possible. No skirt seems short enough, no underwear skimpy enough, no top revealing enough.

“What you’re describing,” said Lyle candidly, “sounds like mental illness. If you cannot control how you dress, that is the only conclusion I can come to. I suggest you seek therapy. The company health insurance will cover it.”

“What?” asked Toby in disbelief. “These girls aren’t mentally ill, they’re just disobedient and obtuse!”

“But they’ve both worked here for a long time without any such problems,” said Lyle. “And now, all of a sudden, all three women are behaving completely out of character? I think there’s more to this than meets the eye. When did all this begin, Erin?”

“It began when Sam came in here in a microskirt and crapped herself!” said Toby. “That was just last Monday. And that’s when Erin started acting oddly.”

“Ah, but for Sam it began earlier than that,” said Erin. “It began on the previous Friday night, when a gateway to Hell started to open in her apartment.”

Lyle looked at Toby with a raised eyebrow, as if to say “I rest my case”. Toby rolled his eyes and shrugged. “Well it appears to me that all three of you need to go and see a psychiatrist,” said Lyle. “Make an appointment for this week. That’s not optional – your jobs depend on it. All right?”

Erin nodded. “I’ll tell Sam,” she said.

“Good. In the meantime, since we cannot do without all three of you in this office, and since you apparently cannot control your clothing, you might as well continue to come into work wearing whatever seems best to you. I warn you, though, if the psychiatrist deems you mentally sound, your choice of clothing will be held against you.”

“I understand,” said Erin. “Thank you.”

“Now,” said Lyle. “I understand that a dress code was worked out verbally for this office. Toby, I suggest you have it typed up and sent to me as soon as possible. Once I have ratified it, I will have it distributed to everyone in the company. Then it will become official, and a breach will be grounds for dismissal.”

Toby nodded, and looked satisfied. “I will do that this afternoon.”

“Excellent. Now, I suggest everyone gets back to work. Toby, please take Sam back for the time being. Edgar doesn’t really need her, and you certainly do, at least until you find a replacement for her.”

Toby threw up his hands. “Very well,” he said. “At least until the results of her psychiatric evaluation come back. But what am I to do about her pooping all over the place? It’s disgusting, and in that regard I am quite prepared to concede there is something wrong with her. The amount she produces is not normal … or indeed possible, by all the laws of physics and biology that I am aware of.”

“I suggest,” said Lyle, “that you keep a bucket and shovel handy, and use the dumpster in the alley behind the building. Leave the bucket next to Sam’s desk, and encourage her to use it rather than go all over the floor.

“That sounds like a good plan,” said Toby, relieved. “I wish I’d thought of that.”

Lyle arched an eyebrow, but merely said, “Well, that’s about all I have to contribute. Toby, the dress code today please, and Erin, get an appointment for this week. I’m very serious.” He turned on his heel and marched out. As he climbed the stairs, he came across a worried-looking Sam, standing guiltily beside an enormous pile of poo which was heaped over three steps.

“I’m sorry Mr Parrish!” exclaimed Sam. “It was an accident! I swear it!”

“Just clean it up, Sam,” said Lyle, trying not to breathe in through his nose as he passed. “And go back to your desk in Toby’s office. Edgar can wait.”

“But Toby fired me!” said Sam.

“He has reconsidered,” said Lyle. “On the condition that you seek therapy. Erin will explain.” And with that he disappeared up the stairs, leaving Sam alone with her poo.

****************

Mrs Moss nodded approvingly as she scrutinised the kitchen facilities of Bartoli’s, an Italian restaurant in the centre of the city. “Very clean,” she said. “This place certainly deserves its reputation, Mr Gambino. I like what I’m seeing.”

Giuseppe Gambino nodded and smiled. He expected nothing less than a glowing report, for he insisted upon the highest standards … standards befitting his stellar clientele. Tonight he was expecting the mayor and his wife, and this visit from the hygiene standards agency was most inconvenient … but as always, he was happy to co-operate to the full. He was also somewhat enjoying the view … this inspector was wearing an extremely short skirt – unprofessionally short, if truth be told – and whenever she bent over to look at the floor or at a low cupboard, it rode up and exposed part of her buttocks.

Mrs Moss froze in the act of peering inside a cupboard. Something had just slipped out of her vagina and into her panties. She knew instantly what it was – one of those little black egg-shaped things that gave her such a wonderful feeling whenever it slid through her vaginal opening. She stifled a moan of pleasure, and withdrew from the cupboard. She knew what she must do with the ‘egg’ … but she was not sure how to accomplish it. Finally she hit upon an idea.

“Olive oil,” she said. “We’ve had some complaints from consumers about substandard olive oil, and I’d like to make sure yours is up to par.”

“I assure you, we use only the finest…”

“I’m sure,” said Allie, cutting him off. “But unless you pick it up directly from the source, you really have no guarantee as to its history. All it takes is one disgruntled employee to sabotage the products of even the most diligent and meticulous food company. Your olive oil, if you please.”

Gambino nodded curtly and gestured. Allie went in the indicated direction, and opened the cupboard to which the restaurant’s manager now pointed. “Ah yes,” she said, bending down and looking into the cupboard. As she crouched, she surreptitiously stuck her hand up her miniskirt, pulled her gusset to one side, and retrieved the egg. Then she palmed it and used the same hand to reach out for one of the large bottles of olive oil that were stacked on the lower shelf. Purposefully she picked the one that was not completely full – this would hopefully be the bottle that would be used this evening. Unscrewing the top, she crushed the egg in her hand and allowed its contents to flow down into the bottle. Her hand was now messy with black fluid, of course, which might be a problem.

“What are you doing?” asked Gambino.

“I wonder, could you get me a damp paper towel?” asked Allie. “I’ve put my hand in something sticky.”

“There should be nothing sticky in there,” said Gambino, looking a little worried. But he quickly despatched one of his employees to fetch a paper towel.

Allie subtly shook the top of the bottle of oil, then she pulled it out of the cupboard. “Then what do you call this?” she asked, showing Gambino the black stuff on her fingers.

“I have no idea what that is!” said Gambino, looking horrified.

“Neither have I,” said Allie, “otherwise you might be in trouble. But there doesn’t seem to be any more of it, and it was nowhere near the olive oil. She opened the bottle and sniffed. “Mmm, this is good stuff,” she said. “The finest, as you said.”

She was handed a wet paper towel, which she used to wipe her hand clean. She stood up, her skirt now not even fully covering her panties at the front. “Very well,” she said, “Aside from cleaning up that little spillage of what I believe was probably something brought into the cupboard on the bottom of one of the bottles, you’re all set. See you next time, Mr Gambino.”

Gambino smiled. “I look forward to it.”

Then Allie hurried back outside, leaving Gambino and his staff to puzzle over the drips of black liquid on the bottom shelf of the olive oil cupboard.

****************

Laura and Danny were the first ones to make it home. Danny had heard all about Laura giving birth, of course, but he did not hear her side of the story until they rode the bus home together. He was fascinated by her tale, though naturally he was upset on her behalf when she described her gang-rape in the gym.

“Looks like things are going to be a bit different around school from now on,” he remarked. “So you think McEnery’s infected too?”

“Undoubtedly,” said Laura. “She’s turned into a complete perv!”

Danny chuckled. “Should be fun, then.”

Laura rolled her eyes, then snuggled up against him. “Would you like to have seen me give birth to your little green slug babies?”

“You think those were mine?” asked Danny in surprise.

“Who else?” asked Laura. “You’re the only one who’s been pumping me full of green slime.”

“True,” admitted Danny. “Wow, that sucks. Do you want me to stop making love to you?”

“No!” said Laura quickly. “No way, Danny – I’ve been looking forward to that all day.”

Danny smiled. “Okay,” he said.

When they got home, therefore, they went upstairs, stripped off their clothes, and Danny fucked Laura on her bed for a good hour. Of course, he came inside her after only two minutes – there seemed no way to hold back – but his penis remained erect for a long time afterward and he made good use of it, alternating between her cunt and her anus every five minutes or so. Laura, by the time Danny came inside her for a second time, was feeling totally fulfilled and happy. Even the cockroaches that occasionally ran over her body could not dampen her spirits. They were everywhere, now – crawling over the floor, up the walls, all over her desk and chest of drawers … God alone knew where they had all come from.

“Danny,” she said, “I really want us to get married. But how can we?”

“We’ll figure something out,” he said, smiling at her. “I can’t wait to marry you. Maybe Mr Howell can make your wedding dress.”

Laura blushed. “And what sort of wedding dress would you like me to wear?”

“Take a guess,” said Danny with a grin.

“Let’s see,” said Laura, thinking carefully. “Something short … really short. So that it doesn’t quite cover my bottom. And low-cut, too, so that my nipples are half-showing. And see through. And my panties should be white, and skimpy … no, make that a thong. A really outrageous thong from Mr Howell’s shop.”

Danny hugged his naked sister tightly. “Would you wear a dress like that for your wedding?” he asked.

Laura smiled. “If you wanted me to,” she said. “I’d get married naked if that’s what you wanted.”

Danny laughed. “I might just!” he said. “Perhaps we’ll go to Las Vegas. Give them a false name, forge some I.D.”

Just then they heard footsteps on the stairs. “Uh-oh,” muttered Danny. But he did not pull out of Laura’s anus. Instead he started to fuck her again.

“Oh yes Danny!” whispered Laura. “Pound my ass!”

The door opened and Erin walked in. “Laura?” she said. Then, “Oh my God!!”

“Erin!” squeaked Laura. “Don’t come in!”

“I’m in already!” said Erin, and now Sam came in too, staring at the naked couple in surprise and some amusement. “So how long has this been going on?”

“Since … Saturday morning,” grunted Danny as he continued to thrust his cock deep inside Laura’s rectum.

“Is that Laura’s ass you’re fucking?” asked Erin in sudden surprise. Cockroaches began to run up both her legs, but she ignored them. The infestation here was getting worse, but it was still nowhere near as bad as it had been in her apartment.

“Erin!” squealed Laura. “Give us some privacy, will you?”

“In a minute,” said Erin. “You know I’m not going to judge the two of you for this, right? I mean, it’s really wrong and stuff, but there are just a few extenuating circumstances, such as me and Sam bringing a gateway to Hell here.”

“Right,” agreed Sam. “So Laura – you gave birth today? What was it?”

“It was … unhhh … a big long poo-thing with green slug-things inside,” said Laura.

“Ah yes,” said Erin. “Been there, done that. What happened to the slugs?”

“They infected a bunch of my classmates, plus a few of the teachers, including the principal.”

“Wow!” exclaimed Erin. “Things must be really screwed up at your school right now!”

“They are,” confirmed Laura. “Hilary Markowitz spent the en … tire afternoon having sex with one boy … after another. And the teachers didn’t turn a hair! Some … of the kids called their parents … and told them what was going on … and some asked to be taken out of school. I … think there’s going to be … a big fuss tomorrow, once the parents get together … and demand an inquiry into what … happened today. Ohhh, Danny!”

Erin turned to Sam. “It’s spreading,” she said. “What happens next?”

Sam shrugged. “I don’t know,” she said. “Unless the military intervenes and starts bumping off everyone who’s been infected with this thing, it won’t be long before everyone in the country is infected, I guess.”

“But I don’t understand,” said Erin. “This is all a result of my impregnation. But it was supposed to be yours that would ‘infect all of humanity’.”

Sam shrugged. “I’m not sure,” she said. “It may be a little early to tell. It was only yesterday morning that I gave birth, remember. I don’t know what the difference is between those hopping bugs and the green slugs, but certainly the bugs are faster. They seem to have the same kind of effects on behaviour, but so far I haven’t seen any sign that it’s spreading. I guess I’m waiting for someone else to get pregnant with the bugs.”

“Oh yes! Yes! Danny! Come inside me!” cried Laura.

But Danny had other ideas. “Wait,” he said. “I’ve already impregnated you again. Perhaps I should impregnate Sam and Erin?”

Laura looked shocked. “But … Danny!” she said, looking very hurt.

Sam and Erin stared at Danny with open mouths.

“I don’t mean have sex with them,” said Danny matter-of-factly. “But I have been feeling this enormous urge to impregnate as many women as possible with this green slime, and so far I’ve been resisting, because I want to remain exclusive to you. But I really think Sam and Erin should be impregnated, so they can spread this thing around their workplace. I’m sure it must be tough, being all sexy and stuff, in an office where nobody else understands.”

This was so close to the mark for Sam and Erin that immediately they saw the possibilities in his outrageous idea. But to deliberately impregnate themselves? It was preposterous! And yet…

Laura still looked a little hurt. “So … how would you want to do it?” she asked.

“Maybe I could come into a jug, or something, and then Erin and Sam could use a syringe or something.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad,” conceded Laura grudgingly. “I really love it when you come inside me though.”

“He still can,” said Erin. “Danny, why don’t you come inside your poor sister’s ass. Then she can squirt it out into a jug, and we’ll take it from there.”

“Good plan!” said Danny, and his loins jerked as he emptied yet another load of green slime into Laura’s bowels. “Ohhhhh…” he moaned.

A few moments later he pulled out of Laura’s anus, climbed off the bed, and said, “Okay Laura, why don’t you go and empty your bowels into a jug.”

“Why bother with a jug?” said Sam with a careless shrug. “We’re all here.” She slipped off her thong and climbed on to the bed, positioning herself between Laura’s legs. She slid one foot underneath Laura’s pelvis and then moved up the bed until she was scissoring with Laura, her vaginal opening pressed against Laura’s anus. Danny watched with wide eyes, and Laura looked a little shocked. Even Erin looked rather surprised.

“Oh come on,” said Sam, noting their reactions. “After everything that’s happened, and everything we’ve all done, you’re still shocked?”

Erin shook herself. “I guess not,” she said.

“I’m not,” said Danny.

“Um, I’m just a little surprised,” said Laura in a small voice.

“Well, let it go then,” said Sam. “Fill me up.”

Laura did not have to try hard – her rectum felt about to burst and she was desperate to get rid of its contents. Relaxing her anus, she sighed as she felt green slime flood out of her bowel. Sam, on the receiving end, felt it gush deep inside her vagina.

“Okay stop,” she said. “Got to leave some for Erin.” She extricated herself from the leg-embrace she was sharing with Laura, and gestured for Erin to take her place.

Erin did so, with only a short hesitation. “This feels so weird,” she muttered as she brought her cunt tightly up against her sister’s anus. “Okay Laura.”

Laura relaxed again, but there did not seem to be very much left, so she pushed as well, with the result that, after the first flood of green slime had poured out of her anus, a few large lumps of soft poo followed. Erin sighed with pleasure as she felt the rush of slime inside her, and then gasped as she felt Laura’s poo oozing into her vagina, lump after lump. “You pooped into my cunt!” she exclaimed.

“Sorry!” cried Laura, putting her face in her hands in embarrassment.

Erin chuckled, and pulled away from her sister. “Don’t sweat it,” she said. “I’ve had worse things up there.” One of the lumps of poo started to slip out of her cunt, and she pushed it back inside with one finger.

“Shh!” said Sam. “I hear voices downstairs.”

“Mom and Dad!” said Danny. He quickly began to get dressed, shaking roaches from each article of clothing before he put it on.

“Shit,” said Erin. She climbed off the bed, retrieved her tiny string-fronted thong, and put it on. She said, “Well, have fun this evening. Sam and I are off to have supper with our friend Vicky.” Then she and Sam left the room.

Danny finished getting dressed, but Laura was still naked when there came a knock at the door. “Quick,” said Danny. “Under the covers. Pretend you’re not feeling well.”

Laura nodded and threw back the covers, then her stomach lurched as she saw that her bottom sheet was absolutely heaving with cockroaches. “Ugh,” she muttered.

“Quick!” urged Danny.

“But Danny! It’s full of roaches!” she hissed. Then she sighed and climbed into bed, causing the roaches to scatter. She lay down and pulled the covers up to her chin. “Come in!” she called.

It was her mother who entered. “Hello, Laura dear,” she said. “Hello Danny. How did it go today Laura? Are you not pregnant any more?”

“I gave birth,” said Laura. “Don’t ask what to. Anyway I’m fine again now. Except,” she added hastily, “that I’m feeling rather worn out, which is why I’m in bed.”

“All right, well why don’t you let her sleep for a while Danny? Supper will be at least an hour and a half.”

“And leave her alone with that thing?” demanded Danny, pointing at the crack in the wall. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Good point,” said Allie thoughtfully. “Um, but I thought you were going to move into the guest bedroom, Laura?”

“But all my things are here!” said Laura, trying not to squirm as she felt cockroaches crawling into her cunt.

“We’ll move your things then, silly!” said her mother. “But you shouldn’t risk getting pulled into the gateway again, should you?”

“Again?” said Laura. “I was never pulled in. I walked in. And it didn’t even really happen, did it? It was just a dream. You know, I think I could dream about being pulled into the gateway no matter where I sleep. I don’t think it’s going to make much of a difference whether I move into the guest room or not. Chances are the gateway will just appear there anyway. It didn’t take long to appear here, did it?”

Allie sighed. “Have it your way then,” she said. “You’d better stay with her, Danny – make sure nothing bad happens.”

“I will,” promised Danny.

Allie left the room, and almost ran into Sam. “Ah, Sam,” she said. “Uh, any new accidents?”

Sam shook her head. “I had one about half an hour before I left work,” she said, “but I’m not expecting to have another until about nine o’clock this evening. The interval is down to about four and a half hours now.”

“I see,” said Mrs Moss, nodding sagely. “Well, just let me know later, when you’ve pooped, and I’ll clean it up for you.”

“Ah, well, Erin and I are actually going to a friend’s for dinner. I hope you don’t mind.”

Allie looked a little crestfallen. “That’s fine,” she said. “When should I expect you back?”

“I don’t know – ten or eleven o’clock maybe.”

“Well,” said Allie, “have fun. I guess you’ll have a couple more loads to dispose of tomorrow morning?”

“Yes,” said Sam. “I’m afraid you can expect another huge pile in Erin’s bed.”

Allie smiled. “It will be my pleasure to dispose of it for you.”

“Thanks, Allie!” said Sam happily. “You’re being very kind and tolerant about this.”

“It’s my pleasure to help out a guest,” said Allie with a smile. Then she cocked her head as the doorbell rang. “I wonder who that could be!” She trotted downstairs and opened the front door. There, to her great surprise, stood Candy. “Candy!” she said. “Hello!”

“Hello Aunt Allie,” said Candy. “Can I come in?” She was wearing a tight-fitting (and very short) crop-top and a skirt which had clearly been shortened with a pair of scissors. It was almost, but not quite, long enough to cover her pale pink lace panties.

“Yes, yes of course,” said Allie, stepping to one side. “What brings you here? Where’s your dad?”

“He’s at home,” said Candy, hurrying inside. “Aunt Allie, what the hell did you do to me yesterday? The last twenty-four hours have been unbearable!”

Allie, puzzled, led Candy through to the sitting room, where the two of them sat down. “Explain,” said Allie.

“Ever since I ate dinner here last night, I can’t seem to keep my clothes on!” said Candy. “And I can’t stand it! I couldn’t even bear to see my skirt covering up so much of my legs before I left the house, so the next thing I know, I’m butchering them with a pair of scissors!”

Allie smiled. “What else?” she asked. “Tell me everything that happened after you left last night.”

“Well, I thought it was just your house that was hot,” said Candy, “but it was just as hot in the car on the way home, and in our house, and even in my room with the air conditioning on. I had to lie on top of the covers with my legs spread wide and a fan blasting cool air directly at my pussy before I could get to sleep.” She glanced down as she felt something running up her bare leg, and then she jumped to her feet in a panic as she saw that it was a cockroach. “Ugh – you have cockroaches!” she exclaimed. She now saw that there were more – everywhere she looked, she could see at least a couple.

“Don’t worry about them dear – they won’t bite,” said Allie. “We’ll get an exterminator in soon. Please continue your story.”

Looking rather perturbed, Candy sat down. “This morning I didn’t feel so hot, but for some reason it didn’t even occur to me to get dressed. I just wandered downstairs, naked, and had breakfast. Dad couldn’t believe his eyes, I guess, but it was a couple of minutes before he asked me if I was still hot. I told him no, and that’s when I realised I was naked. So I went upstairs with the intention of putting some clothes on, but I only got as far as putting my panties on when I remembered that I had not finished my breakfast. So downstairs I went, again, and I had my cereal and a bagel. Then I picked up my school bag, kissed my dad, and headed for the front door! My dad fortunately asked what the hell I was doing, and I can tell you I really panicked when I saw that I was only wearing my panties!

“I dropped my bag and ran back upstairs, where I rummaged through my underwear drawer looking for a bra. I couldn’t seem to find one I liked, so I decided not to wear a bra. Then I looked through my t-shirts, but they all seemed terribly old-fashioned and unsexy. Eventually I picked out a bra-top that would never be allowed in school, and for some reason this seemed the best choice. So I put it on, and then went downstairs to the front door. Again, Dad stopped me.

“When I realised my state of undress I was almost in tears! I couldn’t understand what was wrong with me! Dad I think sensed how upset I was, but he said I looked very nice and that if I really wanted to go to school looking like that, I could. It was so sweet of him and I was so grateful that I accepted! And so he drove me to school, with me wearing nothing but a bra-top and a pair of panties!

“Well I was halfway across the school yard when I realised everyone was pointing at me and laughing. I was horribly embarrassed, and I turned back towards the car, but Dad had driven off by then. So I carried on into the school, and of course got into lots of trouble because of my clothing. They called Dad on his cell phone, and he came and picked me up. I was given a day’s suspension and warned to dress appropriately tomorrow.

“Anyway Dad had to go to work, so he dropped me off in the middle of the city, in front of a clothes shop. He gave me some cash and told me to buy some clothes. God knows why he didn’t take me straight home.” Her brow furrowed for a moment, then she nodded. “Oh yes, that’s right – I asked him to.

“But when I went into the clothes shop, everything looked really boring. I couldn’t imagine wearing any of those clothes. Then I remembered Sam telling me about Mr Howell’s store, and for some reason that seemed like a much more fun place to shop. So I went back out on to the street and headed for State Street, and as you can imagine I attracted quite a lot of attention.” She smiled at the memory for a moment, then she shook herself. “It was terrible! Everyone was staring. I ended up running most of the way. Thank God I wasn’t arrested.

“I found Mr Howell’s store and went in. This pervy old man met me and insisted that I take off my panties and top. I wasn’t happy about that at all, and I was even less happy when he brought out a razor and shaved my pussy! All the hair – gone! And he rubbed some stuff into my pussy that he said would prevent it ever growing back! The cheek of the man!

“I demanded that he find me some clothes, and he came back with the most ridiculous thongs and panties. I bought a couple of pairs, because they did feel kind of nice, and then I bought some really stupid bras that don’t really cover anything. And then I bought this top and a ridiculously short skirt, as well as a pair of shoes that I seem to have lost somewhere. I went home, where I suddenly felt completely over-dressed, so I stripped naked again. I wandered around the house for a while, then I decided to go out and sunbathe. Which I did, still in the nude. But Aunt Allie, I was sunbathing out front! And cars were going past every couple of minutes, honking their horns! I was so embarrassed – and this went on all afternoon!

“When Dad came home from work, he found me masturbating with my legs spread wide and my pussy exposed to everyone who passed! He told me I’d better stop or I’d cause an accident. And then it hit me – what the hell was I doing? Why was I exposing myself to the world? I just couldn’t figure it out and I was getting really upset. So I went back inside, put on some nice conservative panties, a nice conservative skirt, and my new top from Mr Howell’s which I figured would be okay. But then I caught sight of myself in the mirror and was very uncomfortable about the fact that my panties weren’t showing! I took a pair of scissors, trimmed my skirt, and then ran out of the house and got on the next bus. And here I am. And I need to know what’s going on with me! I’m sure it’s your fault!”

“Now Candy, that’s hardly fair,” Allie chided her gently. “What could we possibly have done to make all these things happen to you?”

“I don’t know,” said Candy angrily, “but it’s clear that Laura, Erin and Sam have been affected the same way. And you too, I guess, judging by that skirt you’re wearing. And now you’ve passed it on to me, and I don’t like it!”

“Well dear, I’m sorry you’re having problems,” said Allie, “but I’m afraid I have no idea why you’re feeling obliged to expose yourself. However, I’ll do what I can to help you.”

“Good,” said Candy. “Because I feel like such a slut wearing these clothes!”

“Then,” said Allie, “I think the first step should be to take them off.”

Candy nodded. “Okay!” She got up and pulled off her top to reveal her gorgeous young breasts. Allie felt a tingling in her loins as she watched – the girl was really quite beautiful. Candy then took off her skirt, dropping it to the floor and then stepping out of them. At this point, dressed in only her pink lace panties, she frowned. “How will this help exactly?” she asked.

“We need to take the focus off these skimpy clothes of yours,” said Allie firmly. “Come on – the panties too.”

Candy sighed and pulled down her panties, so that she was completely naked. Her newly-shaved pussy was so pretty that it took Allie’s breath away. But the older woman recovered quickly. “Okay,” she said. “Come upstairs with me.”

As they left the living room, they passed Mr Moss, who stared in surprise at Candy, who shivered and hurried upstairs after Allie with a muttered “Hello Uncle John.”

In the master bedroom upstairs, Allie opened her underwear drawer and pulled out a large pair of full-cut panties. “Here,” she said to Candy, shaking off a few cockroaches before passing the garment to her niece-in-law. “Put these on.”

Candy stared at the panties in disgust. “But they’re huge!” she said.

This hurt Allie, a little. But she said, “they’re pretty new, and still stretchy. They’ll stay on you.”

“Well okay, but I was referring more to the cut,” said Candy. “They’re so … unsexy!”

“Oh, I see what you mean,” said Allie, relieved. “Well yes, that’s rather the point. If you want to break the cycle of wearing skimpier and skimpier clothing, what better way than to put on something like this?”

“I suppose I can see the logic in that,” said Candy reluctantly. She stepped into the panties and pulled them up. They looked ridiculous on her, and the waistband was very loose, but they did indeed stay up. She wrinkled her nose. “So, what’s next? Outsized jogging pants? An all-encompassing sweater?” The very thought made her stomach cramp.

“I think that will do for the time being,” said Allie. “Let’s take this one step at a time.”

“Oh thank God,” said Candy, greatly relieved. “So, what – I should just go home like this?”

“You think you can handle that?” asked Allie.

Candy shook her head. “I don’t think I could stop myself from taking them off,” she said. “Already I’m just itching to get out of them.”

“Then,” said Allie thoughtfully, “we need something to distract you from thinking like that.”

“Like what?” asked Candy.

“Like these,” said Allie. She reached into the drawer again, and grabbed hold of a cockroach. Then, pulling out the waistband of Candy’s panties, she dropped the roach inside.

“Hey!” exclaimed Candy indignantly. Then she shuddered in disgust as she felt the vile insect scuttle down between her pussy lips, its body scraping over her clitoris.

Allie retrieved a second cockroach, then a third, and dropped both of these in Candy’s panties too – one in front and the other into the back. “That will give you something to think about on the way home,” she said. “But let’s not take any chances. You’ll find a lot more roaches in Laura’s room – why don’t you go in there and really fill your panties with as many as will fit?”

“You’re kidding, right?” said Candy in disbelief. Then her eyes widened. “Oh no – one of them’s going inside me!” She plunged her hand inside her panties and scrabbled at her pussy, but it was too late.

“Don’t worry about them crawling inside you,” said Allie. “The main thing is that they’re taking your mind of your clothing. Now run along to Laura’s room and fill your panties up, there’s a good girl.”

Candy could see the sense in this, even if it was a perverted sort of sense. She sighed, then she left the room and crossed the landing to a door which bore a floral-decorated plaque that said “Laura’s Room”. She entered, then gasped as she saw the crack in the wall. It looked like an open wound, a fleshy gash that looked like it ought to be bleeding. And then she noticed the cockroaches – hundreds of them, crawling on the floor, the walls, the desk, the bed … and on Laura herself. For Laura was lying in her bed, asleep, with the covers up to her chest. One breast was exposed, and two roaches were crawling over it – more were running over her upper chest, neck, face and hair.

Danny was sitting on a chair next to the bed, and he looked up when Candy entered. His jaw dropped when he saw what she was wearing. “Good grief Candy!” he said, then, as Laura stirred, he lowered his voice to a whisper. “What on Earth are you doing?”

Candy squatted down and started picking up cockroaches from the floor. “There’s something wrong with me,” she explained as she shoved the roaches into her panties. “I can’t seem to stay properly dressed. Your mom thought this would be good therapy – I hope she’s right.”

“Mom thought that wearing nothing but very large panties, and putting roaches in them, would help you stay dressed?” asked Danny in puzzlement.

“Yeah,” said Candy. “Ugh, but I wish they would stop crawling inside me – that’s just gross!” She shuddered as a fourth cockroach entered her vagina.

Danny watched with a mixture of amusement and bemusement while Candy filled her panties until they were bulging all over with cockroaches. The material writhed and rippled as the bugs inside scuttled about, climbing over each other and diving through the mass of chitinous bodies. There was a constant stream of traffic over Candy’s clitoris, which caused her cunt to lubricate so that a steady dribble of juice oozed out of her vaginal opening. This provided food for the roaches, and coated their bodies so that pretty soon all of them were becoming slick and slippery. Candy had lost count of the number that had entered her cunt – she knew it was more than twenty though.

“Well,” she said, standing up, “I don’t think I can fit any more in there. I’d better get back home.”

“You’re going home like that?” asked Danny.

“Hell no!” said Candy. “Unless your mom can give me a ride…?”

“She’ll be making dinner soon,” said Danny. “But I’m sure Dad will take you.”

“Okay then,” said Candy, satisfied. She turned and left the room, leaving Danny chuckling quietly to himself.

Mr Moss was happy to take Candy home, though he was worried about his car. “You won’t let any of those cockroaches escape, will you?” he asked as Candy climbed into the back seat and squatted with her hands braced against the seat in front.

“I’ll try not to,” said Candy.

Indeed, none of the cockroaches seemed inclined to leave Candy’s panties, and she made it back to her house with a full cargo (though a few more had found their way into her cunt by this time). Back in her own bedroom, she collapsed to her knees as the roaches rubbing her clitoris brought her to an intense orgasm. “Wow,” she said to herself. “Who’d have thought I’d enjoy having cockroaches in my panties?” Then she climbed into bed and quickly drifted off to sleep. The roaches sandwiched underneath her bottom struggled to get free, and fifty or sixty of them actually escaped from her panties. Some took up residence in her bed, while others dropped to the floor and scurried off to breed in the nooks and crannies of her bedroom. In the meantime, their kinsfolk inside Candy’s cunt were busily depositing egg cases and posting them through her cervical opening into her womb…

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Sam and Erin, wearing nothing but string-fronted thongs and see-through crop-tops that barely covered their nipples, rang Vicky’s doorbell. Soon the door opened, and they grinned as they saw that Vicky was completely naked.

“That’s my girl,” said Sam as she entered and kissed Vicky on the lips.

Vicky blushed. “I thought you might appreciate it,” she said.

“We do!” said Erin with a smile, closing the front door behind her. She took off her thong and top, then threw her arms around Vicky and kissed her. “Now let’s all get into bed.”

Less than a minute later, they were locked in a three-cornered sixty-nine, with Sam’s tongue probing Erin’s vagina, Erin licking Vicky’s clitoris, and Vicky running her tongue between Sam’s labia. Before long all three women were bucking and moaning in orgasm. Sam jerked her head back, however, when one of Laura’s turds suddenly slid out of Erin’s vagina, almost into Sam’s mouth. She picked it up and pushed it back inside. Then the three women rearranged themselves so they could all cuddle together in their post-orgasmic glow.

“Mustn’t fall asleep,” mumbled Erin sleepily, ten minutes later.

“No indeed!” said Sam, who wasn’t feeling particularly sleepy. She found Erin’s falling-asleep-after-orgasm thing quite amusing – in her experience it was something men did, not women.

“For a straight girl, you’re wonderful at licking out a girl,” Sam remarked to Vicky, who was snuggling against her shoulder.

Vicky smiled. “Thanks,” she said. “You actually taste much nicer than I expected – I didn’t mind it at all.”

“Good to know,” said Sam. She kissed Vicky on the lips, and the older woman opened her mouth to receive Sam’s tongue. Her fingers found their way to Sam’s clitoris, and soon Sam was moaning aloud as she felt another orgasm approach.

They made love for the next hour, while Erin slept peacefully beside them. Then Sam stiffened and said, “Oh no!”

“What?” asked Vicky.

“I’m … oh dear! I’m having an accident,” said Sam. She was lying beneath Vicky with her legs apart, and already a large pile of poo was building up in front of her pussy.

“Oh,” said Vicky. “Couldn’t you have … no, never mind. Don’t worry about it Sam – we’ll clean it up when you’re done.”

Sam smiled at her. “You’re so sweet,” she said. “Thank you.” She pulled Vicky close against her, and kissed her deeply while her poo continued to rush out of her anus, adding to the pile from beneath. The top of the pile rose steadily until it was spreading out over Sam’s clitoris and even nestling between Vicky’s legs. The two women continued to ignore it, kissing and caressing each other while the pile grew larger and larger. Eventually both women’s pelvises were surrounded by a mass of poo, and even Vicky found herself grinding her pussy into the squishy slickness of the poo. Sam, reaching down, slid a couple of fingers into Vicky’s cunt, and began thrusting them in and out, working more and more poo inside her lover, while Vicky moaned and sighed with pleasure.

“This,” she mumbled dreamily, “is the grossest thing I’ve ever done while having sex. But strangely enough I don’t mind too much.”

Encouraged by this response, Sam concentrated on filling Vicky’s cunt with poo. Amidst the huge soft mass were harder lumps, and these she sought out and pushed into Vicky’s vagina until she could fit no more in. Then, as the flow of poo coming out of her rectum slowed and stopped, she stroked Vicky’s clitoris until the woman was moaning in orgasm once more. They continued to cuddle in the same position for a while, then Vicky slid off Sam to one side, and they held each other, all thoughts of dinner forgotten, until sleep claimed them both.

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Laura was naked when she came downstairs for dinner. Her mother smiled at her as she entered the kitchen. “We’re eating in the living room,” she said. “Here, take these glasses, and set up the small tables in there.”

Laura did as her mother asked, and soon her father and brother joined her in the living room. Mr Moss sat down and switched on the local news. As Allie brought in the laden plates from the kitchen and set them down before her family, her ears pricked up at a familiar name.

“The hole in the wall has been sealed for the time being,” the reporter was saying, “but there is no way of knowing whether it is the cause of the girls’ disappearance. Tom Hardacre reports from the scene.”

The picture cut to in front of a school building that was all too familiar to Allie. She gasped. “That’s St Winifred’s!”

“Shh!” said Mr Moss. “I’m listening.”

“I’m standing here outside St Winifred’s school,” said Tom Hardacre, speaking to the camera as he hunched his shoulders against the light rain that was falling, “where last night thirty-seven girls, aged between fourteen and seventeen, disappeared without trace. Among them was Kimberly Woodridge, the fifteen-year-old daughter of President Woodridge. Today the school is empty, all the other students having been evacuated pending an investigation. But as yet there are no leads aside from the mysterious hole in the wall, found in one of the girls’ rooms and described by a police spokesman as a ‘crevice of pulsating flesh’. Fortunately for the occupant of the room in question, she was not present last night, being away from the school on sick leave. Her fellow students were not so lucky. But it is still not certain what the hole is, nor where it leads to. A team of armed policemen have entered the hole, but so far they have not returned and I am told their radios ceased to function as soon as they entered. What they will report when they return is anybody’s guess. This is Tom Hardacre, reporting from a now empty and very subdued St Winifred’s school. Diane.”

“Thank you Tom, and we’ll bring you updates as soon as they come in. Now to other news…”

“That’s the school that Sam and I dreamed about last night!” said Allie. “The one she slept in so that a gateway could open up!”

“But that was a dream,” said Mr Moss, frowning. “You didn’t really go to that school.”

“Maybe we did,” said Allie. “Maybe not. But whatever happened, the gateway that Sam dreamed she opened up has obviously really opened up. And now thirty poor innocent young girls are missing!”

“Should we call the police?” asked Danny uncertainly. “Tell them we think we know where the girls are?”

“No!” said Mr Moss. “We don’t know where the girls are. Maybe they’ve been dragged into the crack … that’s all we could tell the police, and I think they’ve figured that much out for themselves.”

They ate in silence for a few minutes, and then all of them stopped eating at once as Diane Segal said, “We’re going back to the St Winifred’s story now – apparently there has been a new development. Tom.”

“Diane, it’s going crazy down here!” exclaimed Tom Hardacre as the picture switched to him again. “Two minutes ago, the bodies of three of the policemen were thrown out of the hole in the wall. I am told that they were badly burned and mutilated. They were, apparently, flung out of the hole and across the room as if thrown from a catapult. And the hole is getting wider! All the police have withdrawn to … wait, what’s happening?” He turned to look at the school.

Behind him, a pair of double doors had been flung open and several police officers were now sprinting out into the rain. A dull red glow could be seen through the open doors, and dark shapes were moving against it. Moments later, the doors burst off their hinges as a torrent of hideously-shaped humanoid creatures, most more than seven feet in height, charged out of the building.

“They’re demons!” shrieked Laura.

“Oh shit!” cried Tom Hardacre, and he dashed out of the picture. Then the picture wobbled and tipped over on one side as the camera was dropped. Gnarled feet stomped past, and screams could be heard off-camera.

The picture switched back to the studio, where a shaken-looking Diane Segal now addressed the camera. “Um, we … we don’t know what’s happened there,” she said, “but we’ll try to find out as soon as possible.”

“Why there?” demanded Danny. “If the demons can actually come out of these gateways, why did they have to do it there? Why haven’t they been coming out of our gateway? Or Sam’s, or Erin’s?”

“Maybe they were waiting for something,” suggested Mr Moss. “At any rate, it seems they’ve decided to invade the world of humans today. Who knows how many there are? Or what powers they have?” He sighed. “This isn’t going to be pretty.”

Laura, trembling, now burst into tears. “Don’t let me get taken back to Hell, Dad!” she wailed. “I couldn’t bear it!”

“Hush, dear,” said Allie. “This country has the finest military in the world. If anyone can beat the armies of Hell, we can.”

“Absolutely right,” said Mr Moss with conviction. “Once the Pentagon gets wind of this, it’ll sort everything out, don’t you worry about that.”

Danny laughed mirthlessly.

“I have to call Erin and Sam,” said Allie suddenly. “Does anyone know the name of their friend?” Nobody did. Allie sighed. “I’ll go and look through Erin’s things – see if I can find a number. I’ll try her cell phone, too, but I don’t suppose that will work. I do wish she’d learn to leave it switched on.”

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It was nearly ten o’clock by the time Vicky’s phone rang. Drowsily she reached over and answered it. “Hello?”

“Hello, is Erin there please?”

Vicky frowned, and blinked. “Uh, who’s calling?”

“It’s her mother – it’s urgent!

“Oh – okay. Hey Erin.” Vicky nudged Erin gently.

“Hmmmm?” mumbled Erin sleepily.

“It’s your mom – sounds important,” said Vicky.

Erin yawned and opened her eyes, squinting in the light coming from the ceiling. She took Vicky’s phone and said “Mom?”

“Erin! Thank goodness I’ve reached you – I’ve been trying all evening.”

“What’s up?” asked Erin.

“That school that Sam and I dreamed about last night – it really happened! It’s all over the news – and now an army of demons has come out of the gateway Sam opened … and they’re rampaging across the city! The whole city’s in a panic – haven’t you heard anything?”

Erin now realised she could hear sounds of distant shouting coming from multiple directions. “I can hear something,” she said. “When did this happen?”

“Three hours ago – switch on the news! And get out of the city! We’re all in the car now, heading for Hannah’s place. Join us there as soon as you can – bring Sam with you.”

“What about Vicky?” asked Erin.

“Bring her too, if you must. Just get there in one piece! I love you, Erin – and I’ll be praying for you to make it through safely!”

“Thanks Mom – we’ll see you soon.” Erin hung up, then sat up. “Hey Sam, wake up. We have to get out of here.”

“What’s wrong?” asked Vicky.

“The whole city’s going to hell,” said Erin. “Literally, it seems. We need to get to my aunt’s house – all three of us. Demons are taking over the city and it’s only a matter of time before they get here.”

“What?” said Sam, as she rubbed her eyes. “Demons?”

“Your dream last night, Sam – it really happened, I guess. And now demons have come out of that gateway.”

Vicky climbed out of bed, chunks of poo dropping from her legs and buttocks, and she crossed to the window. Outside she could see the fiery glows of burning buildings not far away. “We need to get moving,” she said. “We’ll take my car – I just fuelled it up.”

“What shall we wear?” asked Erin.

Vicky’s stomach turned to water as she saw a large figure run down the street and stop dead right in front of her house. It turned to look at her, and grinned.

“Fuck clothes!” she said. “Run!”

She made a dash for the front door, and Sam and Erin followed close behind. Just as Vicky got the door open, the demon crashed through the window. It moved with lightning speed and caught hold of Sam just as she was running through the doorway. She screamed as she was dragged back inside.

“Sam!” exclaimed Erin. She turned around and ran to Sam’s aid, but the demon merely lashed out with one arm and knocked her clean across the room.

Sam, lying flat on her back, screamed as the demon’s huge penis forced its way into her cunt. But then it pulled out suddenly. The grin on its misshapen face faded, and it spoke in a slimy voice. “You are marked,” it said. Then it turned to look at Erin. “You too!” it added with a disappointed frown. Then its eyes lit upon Vicky, who was standing in the doorway and looking with horror at the monstrous creature before her. “You’re not!” exclaimed the demon joyously. It was on its feet in a split second, and as it barrelled out through the door, it tucked Vicky under one arm and carried her off with it. Vicky’s screams quickly faded with distance.

Sam and Erin, naked and rather messy with poo, ran after it for a few minutes, but it easily outpaced them and soon disappeared from view. They continued trying to follow, but eventually had to give up. “It’s no good!” panted Sam. “I’ve no idea where they went.”

The two women looked around, and now noticed that the street they were in was empty but for several dark, menacing shapes that were slowly advancing towards them. “Come on,” said Erin nervously. “We can’t do anything for Vicky now. We need to get back to the car.”

Sam nodded, and the two of them started running back up the street. Several of the demons started running too, until Sam yelled at them, “Back off! We’re marked!”

The demons stopped, and the two women hurried as fast as they could back towards Vicky’s house. The evil creatures behind them followed, but came no closer, and soon Erin was retrieving her purse from the house. “Quick, into the car!” she said, as she remotely unlocked the car doors.

Erin guessed that the interstates would be jammed with traffic, so she selected a more circuitous route out of the city, and although they encountered plenty of traffic, they managed to get out on to a country road in a little over three hours. Figuring that they had left all the demons far behind them, they relaxed and even stopped to empty their bladders (and Sam’s bowels) at the side of the road at about three o’clock in the morning. By five o’clock they had arrived at Erin’s aunt Hannah’s house, and wearily they knocked on the door. It was answered by Allie.

“Oh thank God!” cried Mrs Moss. “I was so worried!” Then she drew back. “Where’s your friend?”

“A demon got her,” said Erin, and she began to cry.

“Oh baby, there there,” said her mother, hugging Erin to her bosom. “Come on inside, both of you – you can bathe and get some clothes, if you want. Then you should get some sleep.”

After a quick shower together, Sam and Erin dried themselves and then wandered through to the living room, where the whole family seemed to be watching the news. Mr and Mrs Moss were there, as well as Allie’s sister Hannah and her two daughters, Rachel and Brooke, who were fourteen and seventeen respectively. Laura, wearing a t-shirt and apparently very little else, was sitting on Danny’s lap – she looked uncomfortable and was squirming a lot … rhythmically almost.

“…abandoning the city,” the reporter was saying. “All attempts to destroy the creatures have failed. They seem immune to the effects of bullets, and they seem to absorb even small explosions. The army is moving into key positions around the city at this very moment, and we will of course continue to bring you updates on their actions as they occur.”

“I can’t watch any more of this,” announced Allie. “I’m going to bed.”

Hannah Vassilis, née Moss, a tall but buxom woman of about forty, got to her feet. Sam could instantly see the resemblance between her and Allie – the two were facially quite similar, but Hannah seemed like a vertically-stretched (and rather more severe) version of Allie. “Brooke, you’ll have to sleep in Rachel’s room,” she said. Her voice was similar to Allie’s, too, but it had a harder edge to it. “Laura and Erin, you can sleep in Brooke’s room. John and Allie, you can have my room – I’ll sleep in the smaller guest room. Danny, you’d better have the couch out here. Samantha – nice to meet you – you can have the larger guest room. Why are you naked, girl? And Erin, too?”

“We didn’t have time to get dressed before we left the house,” said Erin apologetically, putting her hands over her pussy.

Hannah stared at her stonily. “Well there are plenty of clothes in Brooke’s room – I’m sure you can find something to fit.”

“Aww Mom!” said Brooke.

“There’s a war on, Brooke,” said her mother matter-of-factly, “in case you hadn’t noticed. In such times the fortunate must share what they have with the not-so-fortunate.”

They all retired to their respective sleeping quarters, but it was not long before Erin crept through to Brooke’s room and climbed into bed with Sam. Danny, meanwhile, took Sam’s place in Brooke’s double bed, and made love to Laura for half an hour before the two of them fell asleep.

It was not long before cracks appeared in the walls of both Sam’s room and Laura’s room. And all the women and girls in the house dreamed of being tormented in Hell. And all awoke screaming…

Continue to Part 12


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