The following morning, Sam and Erin found themselves buried up to their necks in poo – mostly Sam’s. Fortunately Sam had an arm free and after some effort managed to struggle out from under the vast pile that had built up on top of her. Then she freed Erin, and the two women showered. They breakfasted with the president in his room. He seemed different somehow. He smiled at Sam and gestured at her belly. “Nice and flat this morning I see,” he said.
“Yes, she gave birth last night,” said Erin, ruefully patting her own enormous belly. “Lucky thing. I’m sure I’ll go into labour this morning sometime. I don’t know why we didn’t give birth at the same time – we were certainly impregnated at the same time.”
The president nodded and smiled. “Well, I’d kind of like to watch, if you don’t mind. Just to see with my own eyes what you were telling me about last night.”
Erin shrugged. “Sure,” she said. “Anyway, do you want to hear about my encounter with Mordelus?”
“Oh – yes,” said the president. “Of course. How did it go?”
“Well,” said Erin, “he said there’s no chance of Kimberly going back to the way she was before. And then he had me raped by fifty of the most disgusting demons you can imagine. And then they chucked me into a pit filled with carnivorous worms which burrowed into my flesh and…” She shuddered.
“Hmm, the strangest thing happened this morning,” said the president. “When I woke up, I had this raging erection – and when I looked under the covers, I saw that my penis had grown in the night – to at least double its usual length! I’m rather pleased with it, I have to say.”
Sam and Erin looked at each other in shock. Then Sam said, “So, you’re not angry about Mordelus saying he wouldn’t fix your daughter?”
The president shrugged. “It’s not like she’s turned into a terrorist or anything. She’s just a horny teenaged girl – I reckon that’s pretty healthy.”
“Uh, okay,” said Sam. “Well I’m glad you feel that way. I’m sorry we weren’t more help.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “In fact, why don’t you come up to the White House for a few days? I’m keen to hear more about your experiences, and I’m sure Kimberly would like to meet you.”
Sam recalled her conversation with Mordelus, and realised that she might be punished if she did not take advantage of this opportunity. “Okay,” she said. “That sounds fun. And perhaps we could even talk politics sometime.”
The president raised an eyebrow. “Oh, certainly,” he said. “I’d be interested to hear your views. You seem to represent an increasingly large sector of the populace, judging by recent news reports.” He turned to one of his female aides, who was standing nearby in an extremely short skirt. “Would you turn on the television please?”
She did so. It was a morning talk show, and a middle-aged man with a goatee was saying, “Everywhere we turn, there are signs of this. Walk down a street in Boston, New York, Los Angeles, San Francisco or Miami this morning, and you’ll see women wearing skirts so short that they expose the underwear – if underwear is even worn! And many of them, you’ll notice, have recently defecated in their panties. These women are walking the streets unconcerned, as if this is something normal! Other cities have been slower to demonstrate this bizarre phenomenon, but bear in mind that this has pretty much all happened in the last forty-eight hours! The speed at which this plague, if plague it is, is spreading … it’s totally unprecedented. And plague, quite frankly, it is not, though I don’t know what else to call it.”
“But this … new sexual liberation,” said the female interviewer. “Is there really any harm in it?”
“Any harm in it? We’re talking about the imminent collapse of civilisation here!” exclaimed the man. “Women are being raped in broad daylight, and the police are doing nothing about it! Here in New York, anyway. In Houston, Seattle, Baltimore, or several other cities I could mention, things are still fairly normal. No extraordinary pest problems, no abnormally skimpy clothing, no public displays of lewdness or rapes, no panties filled with impossibly large quantities of faecal matter. No fifteen-inch penises producing green semen. But it’s only a matter of time, in my opinion. Soon the whole country will be one giant sex orgy, if somebody doesn’t do something to stop it.”
“Well, I think you’re probably exaggerating there, but…”
“Exaggerating? You only say that because you’re sitting there in such a tiny skirt that I can see your panties from here! I do wish you’d close your legs. You’ve obviously become infected too and that’s impaired your judgment. But I’m telling you…”
“All right, switch it off,” said the president. The aide did so. “Now leave us – all of you.” When he was alone with Sam and Erin, he said, “Now, tell me what your views are. As women who now seem unable to dress in anything normally considered decent, what are your political priorities? What issues will you be concerned about when the election comes around? Because by the time it does, like the professor there said, all the women in the country might be dressing like you.”
“Well,” said Sam thoughtfully, “I guess there are a lot of sexual issues I’d be interested in. I’d want a law that says women can wear whatever they like in public, no matter how revealing.”
“That would actually mean repealing laws concerning public indecency,” said the president, “but go on.”
“Yes,” said Sam nodding. “I don’t want any laws at all about public indecency. Repeal them all. Let women poop in their panties in public without fear of being arrested. Let couples have sex in public. And rape – that shouldn’t be a crime any more.”
The president looked startled. “You want me to repeal rape laws?”
Sam nodded. “Think of your newly enlarged penis – isn’t it dying for some action? Wouldn’t you just love to go and grab hold of some young lady, throw her down, and get her pregnant?”
His eyes widened. “Yes! Now that I think of it, yes I would! And obviously that should not be a crime. Okay, we’re making progress here! What else?”
“Make it illegal to worship God,” said Sam. “God is going to become increasingly irrelevant in the days to come, and his supporters will only get in the way. I suggest you have worshippers arrested and forcibly injected with some green sperm. The women, anyway. The men … well I’m not sure how they’re being infected, but we’ll figure that out.”
The president was writing this down. “God … illegal,” he said. “Okay. What else?”
“Repeal the law against siblings getting married. And mothers and sons, fathers and daughters, etcetera.”
“Repeal … incest … laws. Okay, next?”
“Television,” said Sam, really warming up to her theme now. “No G-rated shows. Women presenters must always show their panties, and preferably their nipples. All movies should have explicit sex scenes, and the women should all wear tiny skirts, transparent tops and so on. And I want more movies in which women are raped, tortured, their bodies invaded by cockroaches … yes, every movie should have cockroaches crawling into women’s vaginas, and also at least one rape scene, and also at least one panty-pooping scene…”
“Woah, steady on there,” said President Woodridge. “This is all really out of my control. I can relax the broadcasting regulations, dissolve the MPAA, and things like that, but I can’t dictate the contents of movies and television shows. However, if television and film producers become infected with this virus or whatever it is, I’m sure they’ll start producing the content you require as a matter of course.”
“Good point,” said Sam. “Okay. Now let’s talk about marriage laws…”
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Laura Moss awoke the following morning with an ear-splitting scream of pain and terror. She had just dreamed that she had been lowered on to a tall jagged spike. It had penetrated her vagina, then her womb, then she had felt it rip through her stomach, then her heart … and she had felt all of this in excruciating pain. Finally it had slid up into her brain and broken through the top of her skull, yet somehow she was still alive. And that’s when the feeding had started … little demons with razor-sharp teeth had begun chomping on her legs, her arms, her breasts, her buttocks … and she remained alive even when all her limbs were eaten away, and her skin below the neck, and they were starting to eat her internal organs. Even then she did not die, or wake up … eventually the only part of her remaining was her broken skull, with her impaled brain inside. The demons had then taken her head off the spike and started playing soccer with it … and that had hurt more than anything, as her skull gradually got more and more smashed up, only held together by her scalp. Throughout all of this she had been desperate to die, but she could not. Only at the very end, when her eyes had been pulled out of their sockets and eaten by demonic birds, and several of the little demons had defecated into the gaping wound in her skull, and maggots were crawling through her brain, eating everything in their path … only then had she finally woken up. It was her worst nightmare yet – being raped for years on end seemed like a picnic in comparison.
Danny, his arms around her, squeezed her tightly for comfort, and his penis, lodged deep in her anus, started fucking her gently. Gradually her sobs subsided, as her nightmare flitted away to the dark recesses of her subconscious. Soon all she was thinking about was how wonderful it felt to have just Danny inside her instead of all those horrible boys the night before. How sweet it was of Danny to come back for her – if he had not, she would still have been there.
She spat a cockroach from her mouth and pulled another out of her ear. Then she wiped some others from her face. She could feel them all over her – and inside her. The entire room was crawling with them – and they had been all over her body since the moment she had got into bed last night. Centipedes too – lots of them. And she had seen a few critters that looked like large spiders but with big, vicious-looking jaws – they terrified her, but they were eating the cockroaches so perhaps they were a good thing.
Once Danny had squirted a pint of his semen up into her bowels, Laura got out of bed and put on a ‘zero’, one of her latest acquisitions from Mr Howell’s. It was essentially just a loop of string which went around her hips. Attached to the loop was a tiny hook, which she slid around to the front and then hooked on to her clitoral hood. When she let go, the tension in the string pulled on the hook, drawing it upwards and exposing her clitoris. “Coming to breakfast?” she asked Danny.
“Yup,” he replied. “Is that all the underwear you’re wearing today?”
She nodded, and then giggled. “Isn’t it ridiculous? I feel so naughty wearing it.”
Danny chuckled. “I like it. My goodness, your belly’s huge today – you look like you’re going to give birth any minute.”
Laura looked worried. “Do I look awful like this?”
“No no,” Danny assured her. “You look beautiful – radiant!”
Laura smiled happily and stroked her belly, which was now nearly twice as large as that of an ordinarily pregnant woman in her ninth month, then she turned and waddled out.
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Millie and Melissa awoke to find their beds crawling with cockroaches. Fortunately their pyjamas and robust panties had kept most of the insects out, but Millie found a couple of roaches between her buttocks, and Melissa actually had to fish one out of her vagina. They both had a little cry about this, but they took comfort from each other and had soon calmed themselves down.
They were dreading going back to school, but they had to admit that their mother had been right – if they didn’t show up, it would look strange. If they were to have any chance of passing themselves off as infected, they had to blend in with the other students. And that, unfortunately, would mean finding a nice uninfected boy to have sex with them somewhere public. But were there any uninfected boys left?
Melissa donned her transparent thong and her black microdress, which was strapless so she could not wear a bra underneath. Millie wore her blue string-fronted panties and her pink nanodress, also with no bra. They both hoped that the other girls at their school were actually going to be wearing clothes today.
Millie loaded up CNN’s website on her computer. It seemed that the plague had spread to every major city now, and there was widespread panic in the less-affected areas. Riots had broken out in Detroit, the Twin Cities, and several other cities, and in many places people had barricaded themselves into their homes or set up roadblocks to keep the infection out.
Wondering what foreign countries were making of all this, Millie then loaded up the BBC news site. The first headline she saw was “Has America Gone Insane?”, but other headlines read, “London’s Roach Problem Worsening”, “Microskirts Suddenly Booming in Popularity”, “Weather Girl Fills Knickers In Front of Millions”, and “Sex Offences Out of Control, Says Scotland Yard”. Millie sighed and shut down her computer. This was rapidly becoming a global phenomenon – just how was it spreading so fast?
At breakfast their father, Larry, smiled approvingly at their outfits. “Very nice,” he said, staring at Melissa’s pussy, which he could see through the transparent front panel of her thong. “But you know, girls, you shouldn’t feel like you have to wear anything around the house.”
“Quite right,” said Pam, their mother, who was wearing a microskirt and sheer bra-top. “In fact perhaps we should introduce a ‘no clothes around the house’ rule for you two.”
“And for you,” said Larry, grinning at his wife.
“All right darling,” she smiled back at him. “From this evening, then.”
“But Mom!” exclaimed Millie. “We’re not infected!”
“Infected?” asked Larry, puzzled.
“I know, darlings,” said Pam. “But you should really try to fit in anyway.”
“What do you mean, infected?” asked Larry.
“You mean you haven’t been bitten by some strange creature in the last twenty-four hours?” asked Melissa.
“Oh, that,” said Larry. “Ah – you think that’s why my penis has suddenly doubled in size?”
“And started producing green sperm?” said Millie. “Yes!”
“Ah.” Larry nodded. “Well, I hope for your sakes that you get ‘infected’, as you put it, soon, because you’re going to be miserable until you do.”
“I’m not going to get infected!” exclaimed Millie. “At least I’m going to try my damnedest to avoid it. I’m not going to end up a naked fuck-toy like Mom!”
“Huh?” said Larry, mystified.
“Oh darling, I forgot to mention,” said Pam. “I got gang-raped at work yesterday.”
“Really?” Larry frowned. “Hmm – was it nice?”
“It was, rather,” said Pam with a smile. “But not as nice as the butt-fucking you gave me last night.”
Larry grinned. “Glad you liked that.”
“Ugh!” Millie and Melissa shuddered together. “Please, Mom and Dad – there are kids present!” complained Millie.
Larry shrugged. “You’re going to have to get used to it,” he said. “Things are different now. You know, I think it’s important that you get yourselves infected today. If we’re going to hold together as a family I feel it’s necessary that you take that step. In fact, if you’re not infected when you come home tonight, I’ll rape both of you.”
Millie and Melissa stared at their father, and tears sprang into both their eyes. “Dad!” Millie whispered, hurt. “You wouldn’t!” added Melissa.
“It’s for your own good,” said Larry firmly. “Isn’t that right, Pam?”
Pam looked troubled. “Larry,” she said, “I don’t think you should rape them. They’ll come around, you’ll see.”
“They’d better,” said Larry. “All right, I won’t rape them … although I must say the idea of sinking my cock into my daughters’ young cunts is kind of nice.”
Millie and Melissa fled from the table in floods of tears.
Twenty minutes later, as they were about to leave the house, Millie took her mother aside. “Mom, will you promise not to let Dad rape us?” she said urgently.
“I’ll try,” said Pam. “But darlings, won’t you reconsider? I’d rather not have to go through the agony of watching you suffer while the world changes around you. People are going to be horrible to you, I think.”
“We’ll do our best to blend in,” said Melissa. “Look at our outfits – don’t you think we look the part?”
“Yes,” conceded Pam, “but can you act the part, that’s the question.”
They left the house and caught the school bus. The driver, a woman, had her skirt around her waist and was fingering her pussy as they climbed aboard. There was a strong smell of poo – several of the girls on the bus had apparently pooped in their panties. Millie and Melissa found seats at the back and tried not to look revolted by the smell, although after a few minutes they found they had got used to it.
At the school, the bouncer inside the front entrance said to them, “All girls report to the gym for morning Check.”
“Morning Check?” whispered Melissa. “What the hell’s that?”
“I don’t know, but we’d better not miss it – everyone else seems to be going there,” said Millie.
The gym, in contrast to the day before, was full of girls (nearly all of them pregnant, and some extremely so), all standing in several long rows. The twins were directed to stand in the front row, which stretched only half-way across the room. In the next few minutes, their row was completed and a new row started in front of them. As the influx of girls slowed to a trickle, several teachers (mostly male) entered the room. Last to enter was the principal, Mrs McEnery, who was wearing nothing but a pair of panties, which were bulging with poo at both the back and the front. Her breasts were in good shape for a forty-three year-old woman – surprisingly good shape, in fact.
At ten past nine, Mrs McEnery took a roll call, after which she smiled. “All present and correct!” she said. “Now we shall conduct the Check. As of this morning, it is forbidden for female students to wear clothing that conceals the nipples or labia. Any clothing covering those parts must be transparent. We are here to make sure that your clothing complies with this new rule. We are also here to make sure that none of you has brought in any strange creatures. We are concerned by these reports of strange leeches and bugs spreading infection by entering the vagina, so we will have to check all of your vaginas for these creatures. In addition to the check we will perform now, any teacher may stop any female student at any time throughout the day and perform a random check of her vagina. First of all, though, we will check your clothing.
“Uh-oh,” whispered Melissa, whose black dress currently covered much of her breasts. She tugged it down a couple of inches so that her nipples popped free.
Millie fixed her own dress in a similar fashion, widening the plunging V-neckline by easing the shoulder straps to the very edge of her shoulders and thus exposing her nipples.
There was a teacher for each line. It was Mr Polley who came down the twins’ line. Whenever he found a garment that did not conform to the new rules, he ordered the girl in question to remove it, whereupon he placed it in a bag he was carrying at his side. When he came to Millie, he leered at her exposed nipples. Then he adjusted her shoulder straps so that the dress covered her nipples again.
“Nice try,” he said. “Take it off!”
Millie shrugged her shoulders, and her dress fell to the floor. She stepped out of it, stooped to pick it up, and handed it to Mr Polley. Now naked but for her shoes and her string-fronted panties, she nevertheless did not dare to cover herself, and merely stood with her hands by her sides while he ogled her breasts and pussy.
Then he came to Melissa, and immediately he pulled up the front of her dress so that it covered her breasts. “Off!” he said. Melissa did not hesitate, and soon she was wearing only her shoes and her transparent thong. Then Mr Polley frowned and looked from her to Millie, and back again. “How is it that you two are not pregnant?” he asked.
Both girls froze. Not all of the girls in the room were pregnant – not apparently pregnant, anyway – but they had both feared that their flat abdomens might make them stand out. Millie, fortunately, had prepared an answer. “I had a very quick pregnancy,” she said, trying hard to keep her voice steady. “I gave birth to lots of poo and leeches this morning before school.”
“Hmm,” said Mr Polley, and he turned to Melissa. “And you?”
“I like being fucked up the butt,” said Melissa. “So far I’ve only had anal sex – which is great, but I’m starting to feel a bit left out. Perhaps I’ll let someone fuck my vagina today.”
Mr Polley chuckled. “Make sure you do,” he said. Then he moved on down the line, leaving both girls sighing internally in great relief.
In the line behind them, Mrs Simmonds had just come to the enormously pregnant Laura Moss, who was wearing her zero and a tiny dress that stopped just below her navel. “Your dress covers your nipples,” said the teacher. “Please remove it and give it to me.”
Laura took off the dress and gave it to Mrs Simmonds. She was now wearing just a pair of sandals and her zero, which afforded her no coverage at all to speak of. But she did not mind a bit. In fact, she decided, she loved that the school rules required her to be so naked.
When all the girls in the room had been checked for appropriate clothing, it was time for the part which the twins had been dreading. As Mr Polley made his way down their line for the second time, their stomachs twisted into knots. Finally he reached Millie. Grinning, he reached between her legs, pulled the string at the front of her panties aside, and slid two fingers into her vagina. She felt utterly revolted as she felt his fingers probe around inside her, but she forced herself to smile at him as he leered at her and thrust his fingers in and out of her. He was obviously just finger-fucking her now – he was not even pretending to search her – but she did not dare object.
Eventually, after what seemed like five minutes, though it may only have been two, he withdrew his fingers and licked them clean. Then he moved on to Melissa; he pulled her thong down to her knees before sliding his fingers into her vagina. She seemed to smile happily enough, but Millie knew that her sister was suffering inside as much as she herself had.
Laura, for her part, thoroughly enjoyed being fingered by Mrs Simmonds. In fact, every girl in the room apart from Millie and Melissa enjoyed the Check…
Afterwards, in the corridor outside, Laura soon noticed that all of the boys were wearing little orange badges. Some of them were wearing two – an orange and a yellow. Curious, she took a closer look at one of the orange badges, and gasped. It read: “I RAPED LAURA MOSS”. The yellow badges, it turned out, bore the legend “I RAPED DANIELLE MURPHY”. Looking up at the boys’ faces, she realised that they were all grinning at her – and that they had all fucked her the day before. Mortified with embarrassment, she started to back away from the grinning faces, but she merely collided with the towering frame of a senior football player, who laughed and reached around her to grab her breasts.
She pulled away from him, but suddenly she felt desperate to poop, and a sense of panic gripped her as she realised she was not wearing any panties that could hold it – her zero was useless for this purpose. Unable to hold it in, she staggered slightly and leaned against a drinking fountain, whereupon her anus opened up and her poo began to rush out of her rectum. Immediately those around her began to laugh. “Look, Laura’s pooping on the floor!”
Laura could not stop the flow – her poo slid smoothly and inexorably out of her bowels, descending from her buttocks in a long unbroken rope which began to heap up on the floor beneath her. As the boys and girls around her gathered to laugh at her, she blushed crimson with embarrassment. Finally, when the pile of poo was nearly eight inches high, the flow stopped and she straightened up.
Mr Rushton was pushing his way through the crowd of students. “Good grief!” he exclaimed. “Laura, don’t you know it’s against the school rules to poop anywhere but in your panties?” he demanded.
“But my zero doesn’t have a back!” said Laura. “It’s not designed to hold poop!”
“Then you had better find yourself some underwear that you can poop into,” said the teacher sternly. “In the meantime, you’d better get down on the floor and pick up all that mess.”
“How?” asked Laura. “Should I fetch a bucket?”
“No – you should have thought of that before you made this mess. You’ll just have to put it all back inside yourself.”
“Inside myself?” repeated Laura in disbelief.
“Yes! Now MOVE!” shouted the teacher.
Cowering away from him, Laura squatted down beside the pile, picked up a ten-inch length of poo, and reached underneath her bottom, trying to push it back into her anus. It was hopeless – the poo just squished and smeared all over the place. “I can’t do it!” she wailed. “It won’t go in!”
“I’m sure it will go in your cunt,” said Mr Rushton nastily.
Laura nodded, and started pushing the poo into her vagina. This was a more successful enterprise, though she soon found that it worked best if she was lying on her back with her legs spread wide and the pile of poo conveniently located just in front of her pussy. In this position, with the crowd of students laughing and cheering her on, she stuffed her vagina as full as possible with her poo. There was still, however, at least half of it left.
“I can’t fit any more,” she said. “What should I do with the rest?”
“Unless another girl is willing to volunteer her panties,” said Mr Rushton, “I guess you’ll have to eat it!”
“I’ll volunteer,” came a girl’s voice from the crowd.
Mr Rushton looked disappointed. “Who said that?” he asked.
Danielle Murphy pushed her way to the front of the crowd. “Me sir,” she said. She was wearing a gauzy negligee and a pair of sheer panties, her labia and clitoral hood showing clearly through the transparent material.
“Very well, Danielle,” said Mr Rushton. “Fill your panties with Laura’s poop, and then you can both go to class.”
Laura smiled gratefully at Danielle as the older girl bent down and started picking up Laura’s poo. Laura helped her, holding Danielle’s panties out at the back and then at the front when the back became too full. Soon Danielle’s panties were fully loaded, and there was nothing left on the floor but a brown streaky mess.
“Very good,” said Mr Rushton. “Off you go, then.”
“Thanks Danielle!” said Laura as they walked together down the corridor.
“It’s the least I could do,” replied Danielle, “after my cowardly behaviour yesterday evening. I fled at the first opportunity, leaving you to entertain all those boys on your own. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it,” said Laura. “It wasn’t your fault. I guess we both shouldn’t have let ourselves be dragged off that stage.”
Danielle nodded. “Yes,” she said, “it was much more fun when we were still on the stage and making out with each other.”
Laura giggled. “Yes it was,” she said. “You’re a wonderful kisser.”
Danielle stopped in her tracks and smiled at Laura. “So are you, Laura,” she said. “And you have the most amazing breasts I’ve ever seen. Making out with you yesterday was … a privilege.”
Laura blushed shyly. She took a step towards Danielle and said, “You can kiss me again whenever you want,” she said. “And if you want to suck on my breasts, or just play with them, that’s fine too.”
In response, Danielle bent down and took Laura’s left nipple into her mouth. Laura closed her eyes and sighed as the cheerleader sucked on her breast, then gasped as Danielle began stroking her clitoris with one finger. She reached down, placing her hand on the front of Danielle’s bulging panties, and sank her fingers into the bulge, rubbing poo into Danielle’s clitoris.
“Hey, you two!” said a stern male voice.
Both girls looked up guiltily. “Sorry sir,” said Danielle.
Mr Scheider looked them up and down. “Danielle, you’re not allowed to conceal your labia – even with poop. Go and empty out your panties in the toilets, and then get to class.”
“Yes sir,” said Danielle.
“I’ll come with you,” said Laura, and the two girls headed for the nearest girls’ toilet.
The place reeked. The bowls of the toilets were all piled high with poo, and there were piles of poo throughout the room – some of them from individual dumps, others clearly the accumulated products of several girls. These were sometimes two or three feet in height. The floor tiles were awash with a mixture of water and urine, up to an inch deep where the uneven floor was lowest.
The room was full of flies, which must have come in through the open window. Consequently, many of the piles of poo were seething with maggots. Laura shuddered as she surveyed the scene. “I haven’t been in here since the day before yesterday,” she said, “but it was clean then. Has all this really happened in the last day and a half?”
Danielle nodded. “First thing yesterday morning there was hardly anything on the floor, and one of the toilets was still working. It soon got blocked up though.” She pulled down her panties and tipped them out where she stood. “God knows what this place will be like by the end of the week.” She pulled her panties back up.
“Hey,” said Laura, “watch this.” She spread her feet apart and then squeezed her vaginal muscles. The poo packed inside her began to emerge from her cunt, forced into a thick pole.
Danielle’s eyes widened. “Laura, you’re pooping out of your vagina!” she exclaimed. Then she giggled.
Laura giggled too. She continued to squeeze until a ten-inch turd, three inches in diameter, dropped to the floor between her feet. “Okay,” she said, “let’s get to class. I hope I shall see you later?”
“Count on it,” said Danielle, smiling at her.
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Millie and Melissa sat with their legs spread in front of the webcams beneath their desks, and warily eyed Miss Franks, their young and pretty Biology teacher, who was wearing a white blouse (completely unbuttoned at the front) and a pair of Mr Howell’s string-fronted panties. “Well, well,” she said. “I’m glad to see that all the young ladies are sitting with their legs nice and far apart so that those kind gentlemen on the internet can make sure the bugs entering your vaginas do not go unnoticed.” She put on her glasses and looked down at her notes. “Today we will be revising the subject of sexual reproduction. I’d like a volunteer please – one of the girls.”
Instantly every girl in the room raised her hand into the air, apart from Millie and Melissa, who realised suddenly that they were the only ones not volunteering. Reluctantly, but quickly, they too raised their hands. Fortunately Miss Franks picked heavily-pregnant Ernestina, who had not only put up her hand but also stood up, thus making her upraised hand stand out all the more.
“Come here, Ernestina,” said Miss Franks. “My goodness, you’re naked already. Well that will save some time. Now I want a boy volunteer.”
Every boy’s hand went up, and Miss Franks picked Noel Grumman, also known as ‘pizza-face’, whose acne seemed much improved since yesterday, although his greasy hair and nose-picking habit still made him an object of derision among his peers. He looked as if he couldn’t believe his luck as he made his way up to the front of the class.
“Now,” said Miss Franks, “Ernestina, sit up there on the desk and lie down with your pussy facing the front. There – that’s good. Now raise your knees up either side of your chest. You will notice, everyone, that Ernestina’s labia are puffy and engorged – this is one sign that she is sexually aroused. Another is that she is lubricating.” She slipped a finger inside Ernestina’s vagina, and when she pulled it out it was glistening.
“Now, Noel, perhaps you would be good enough to pull down your pants and underpants?”
Noel did so, revealing a huge erect cock which made the twins stare in disbelief.
“That’s quite the weapon you’ve got there!” said Miss Franks. “It must be at least fifteen inches long! Well, let’s see you put that sausage into Ernie’s vagina.”
Noel slid his huge cock into Ernestina’s cunt, making her gasp with pleasure. He thrust quickly for about half a minute, and then he pulled out, accompanied by nearly a pint of green semen.
“This green stuff,” said Miss Franks, cupping some of it in her hand as it leaked out of Ernestina, “impregnates women with the green leeches you have heard so much about. Ernie is obviously very pregnant with those things – I would not be surprised if she gave birth right here in our class – won’t that be a treat? Now, you may well wonder, since every boy in this school (and an increasing number of boys and men in the world outside) is producing green sperm, where the next generation of human babies is going to come from? And that is a very good question. Can anyone guess at what the answer might be?”
Nobody could, so she went on, “I have analysed this semen, and it appears that ordinary human sperms are indeed present – and they are present in approximately the same quantity as they always have been – that is, about a teaspoonful of sperm is generated with every ejaculation. However, this tends to be swamped by the green fluid, approximately a pint of which is produced with each ejaculation. This is one hundred times the quantity of human semen, and it contains thousands of large and very determined little tadpoles which swim with great vigour and speed, implanting themselves directly into the wall of the uterus. There they grow very rapidly into brown balls which are, to all intents and purposes, indistinguishable from human faeces. In the centre of each ball is a tiny larva, which grows with the ball until it has reached a length of roughly two inches. At this point, the balls of excrement have reached such a size that they have in fact merged together to form a giant ball of faeces. The larvae crawl to the centre of the ball, and create a protective sac around themselves, inside which there is no poo. Deprived of their only food source, they must quickly find a new host or they will starve. Thus the giant poo-ball rapidly expands in the only direction it can – out of the vaginal orifice. The ball becomes stretched out into a long tube, as does the sac within it, which bursts shortly after it makes contact with the air outside.”
She smiled around at the class, who were staring, intrigued, at Ernestina’s vagina, as if expecting it to give birth to a giant leech-filled poo at any moment. “The leeches then seek out a host. The blood of a man keeps them going for a while, but it has to be a man who has not previously come into contact with any of these creatures. It seems that once a man is bitten, his body chemistry changes so that his blood is rendered unsuitable to the creatures’ needs. The same goes for women, except that the leeches prefer to find a home within a woman’s body – usually deep within her womb. What they do thereafter is anybody’s guess at the moment – that’s as far as we have been able to research the matter. What is certain, though, is that once a woman’s body has been invaded, she starts to generate poop at an ever-increasing rate. Her intestines become very elastic, able to expand to contain a much larger quantity of poop than they previously could. It seems, though, that after only a short time, they forcibly contract, causing the woman to poop instantly and without any control. I believe this is a mechanism to protect the intestines from over-expansion.
“A woman thus affected also seems to become highly sexually charged, anxious to wear only the skimpiest of clothing and eager to have lots and lots of sex. She becomes very susceptible to seduction, offering up her body on the flimsiest of pretexts, and allowing the most degrading and perverse acts to be performed upon her body with very little resistance, if any.
“Men, for their part, find that within minutes of being bitten, their penises have grown to approximately twice their normal length and thickness. I have not had a chance to study the anatomy of such a man, so I am not yet sure by what mechanism they manage produce a pint of green semen with each ejaculation.”
Just then Ernestina gasped, and her vaginal opening began to expand. A large brown object began to crown, forcing its way out of the girl’s cunt. The entire class leaned forward eagerly, and Miss Franks smiled. “Good! Now we’ll get to see exactly what happens at the moment of birth.” Just then, Ernestina’s anus opened up and a long rope of poo rapidly slithered out. It broke off and dropped to the floor, but more poo kept emerging. Soon another turd had broken off, and then another. Miss Franks sighed. “Oh dear,” she said. “And you weren’t wearing panties. That’s against the school rules, you know.” She turned to the rest of the class. “I need a volunteer. Who’s wearing panties?”
Millie reluctantly raised her hand, and Miss Franks pointed to her. “Millie Frobisher – good. Come up here, Millie, and load up your panties with Ernie’s poo.”
Millie’s face paled, but did not dare refuse. In fact she did not even dare to seem reluctant, so with a false smile she almost skipped to the front of the class, where she bent down, perilously close to where Ernestina’s giant leech-filled poo was sticking almost twelve inches out of the girl’s vagina. Hurriedly scooping up the poo on the floor with her hands, she pulled open the back of her panties and dropped the poo inside. It settled warmly and stickily against her buttocks – the sensation was so disgusting that she almost threw up. Sweating from the nausea she felt, she nevertheless continued transferring poo from the floor to the back of her panties until there was practically nothing left on the floor, and her panties were so full that they were overflowing, and threatening to drop to her ankles if she let go of the waistband.
“Shall I take this to the toilet, Miss Franks?” she asked, getting to her feet.
“Yes dear, you had better,” said the teacher. “But watch this first.”
So Millie watched while the giant poo, five inches in diameter, slowly extruded out of Ernestina’s vagina. In two minutes it had reached four feet in length, and still the girl’s belly looked huge. Five feet, then six, then seven. The poo was bending under its own weight now, with its tip almost touching the floor. Eight feet, nine … and Millie could see the wriggling green leeches underneath the transparent skin of their protective sac. Ten feet … eleven … twelve … thirteen – there must be thousands of the leeches, Millie thought to herself in alarm. And if Miss Franks was right, they would home in on her and her sister as the only suitable ‘hosts’ in the room.
“I think I’d better get this poo to the toilet,” she said, “before it all falls out of my panties.”
“Yes, yes, all right,” said Miss Franks, watching the leech-filled tube eagerly. “Donnie – go and grab a bucket from the janitor’s closet – I want to capture all of these leeches when they emerge.”
Millie waddled out of the classroom, exchanging worried glances with Melissa as she left. She desperately hoped that her sister would manage to stop those leeches from entering her vagina – but she knew that if she tried, some volunteer watching the webcam feed would report her.
Melissa was thinking the same thing. As Donnie, a slender tousle-haired boy, left the classroom after Millie, she hoped that he would return quickly with a bucket, so that the green leeches could be contained – if she felt one crawling up her leg, she didn’t know what she was going to do.
With a thud, the giant poo crashed to the floor, causing the sac to burst and scattering green leech-creatures in every direction. A flood of liquid poo cascaded out of Ernestina’s vagina as the exhausted girl panted and massaged her breasts. ”That … was intense!” she gasped. Then she began to masturbate as the liquid poo turned to a disgusting brown sludge which continued to ooze from her cunt for the next minute or so.
Melissa was watching the leech-creatures like a hawk. “Gather them up, gather them up,” said Miss Franks. “We don’t want to lose them.” But the creatures were arching along the floor with alarming speed, and Melissa noticed several break through the ranks of students as they made a beeline for her. She stared in mounting panic as they drew nearer and nearer to her desk, and she began to contemplate making a run for the door. But that would be disastrous…
Just then Donnie arrived back with the bucket. He immediately spotted the leech-creatures heading for Melissa, and he stared at her curiously for a moment. Their eyes met – hers full of panic, his with sudden understanding – and he quickly stooped to flick the leeches into his bucket before they could reach her. Melissa noticed that he used a pen rather than his fingers, and now it was her turn to be curious – was he as afraid of them as she? Was he, too, still uninfected?
He caught the last one just as it was climbing the leg of her chair. As he straightened up, he gave her a wink and then turned towards the rest of the class. “Come on then,” he said. “Let’s get those babies into the bucket.”
Before long, the bucket was nearly full of the creatures. Then there was a squeal from the back of the class. “Miss Franks!” exclaimed Patty Mahoney, a slim redhead with pale skin, small but pretty breasts, and an enormously bulging belly. “I think I’m giving birth too!”
“Well come out to the front of the class, dear,” said Miss Franks, “and lie on the floor.”
Patty, wearing just a pair of sheer panties, waddled to the front. “Oh God, it’s coming out!” she cried, and she sank to her knees, reaching forward to steady herself on the teacher’s desk. The back of her panties suddenly filled out as several pounds of poo surged out of her anus in a single long column which coiled into a lumpy mass and then started descending, along with Patty’s panties, down her legs. She struggled out of them and then lay down on her back with her legs spread wide, groaning in pain as the huge tip of her giant leech-filled poo began to slide steadily out of her vagina.
In the girls’ toilet, Millie looked around in dismay at the huge, maggot-ridden piles of poo everywhere. Her senses revolted and she left the room, still clutching the waistband of her overloaded panties. There must be a cleaner toilet somewhere – surely! It occurred to her that the toilet on the third floor was much less frequently used, and might be in working order. Gingerly she began to climb the stairs.
She had just reached the third floor when a voice from behind her made her freeze in fear. It was that of Mrs McEnery, the principal. She turned around and smiled. “Hello Mrs McEnery. I was just taking this poop to the toilet.”
Mrs McEnery, who was still wearing her poo-filled panties, raised an eyebrow. “Why this toilet? Why not the one on the ground floor?”
“It’s getting very full,” said Millie, trying to hide her fear. “I thought I’d try this one.”
“Hmm – good idea,” said Mrs McEnery. “We do need to make sure all the girls’ toilets are full of poop, after all.”
“Thank you Mrs McEnery,” said Millie, and she started to back away.
“Just a minute,” said the principal. “Hold still – I’m going to perform a random check on you.”
“But … I just had a check twenty minutes ago!” said Millie.
“So what?” asked Mrs McEnery. “I said that any teacher could perform this check at any time on any girl, right?”
Millie hung her head and nodded. She knew she should seem enthusiastic for this, but she just couldn’t – she so hated having a teacher’s fingers in her vagina. “Yes Mrs McEnery,” she said.
“Move your feet apart, then,” said Mrs McEnery. She crouched down and pulled the string of Millie’s panties to one side of her pussy. Then she licked her fingers, and slid them gently into Millie’s vagina. Millie tried not to shudder as she felt the principal’s fingers fucking her with a slow but steady rhythm. Then Mrs McEnery reached into the back of Millie’s panties and grabbed a handful of poo. Massaging it into a sausage-shape, she started sliding it into Millie’s cunt. Millie, aware of what the principal was doing, almost vomited in horror, but she did not dare give herself away, even now. Even when Mrs McEnery fashioned a second poo-sausage and slid it inside her, and then a third … Millie remained silent, except for an occasional “ooh” or “that’s nice – thank you”.
Mrs McEnery continued to work like this until poor Millie’s vagina, which had never even experienced a boy’s penis, was crammed full of Ernestina Sanchez’s shit. Mrs McEnery got to her feet. “Just a little treat for you,” she said with a smile and a wink. Then she turned and sauntered down the corridor.
Once inside the girls’ toilets, Millie rushed into a cubicle and threw up on to the pile of poo heaped a good ten inches above the rim of the toilet bowl. Then she burst into tears and stumbled out to the washbasins. Running some water, she lowered her panties to the floor and then started fishing poo out of her vagina. She had nothing she could wash herself properly with, but with a lot of rinsing and fingering she managed to rid herself of most of the poo. She washed her buttocks and pussy, then with a grimace she picked up her messy panties and emptied them out on to a pile of poo just next to her feet. She rinsed them thoroughly under the tap, wrung them out, then held them under the hand dryer until they were almost completely dry. Then she put them back on and, in a sudden fit of worry for her sister, hurried out of the toilet and trotted downstairs to head back to class.
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Sam and Erin were having sex with the president of the United States. It was a surreal experience for them both – neither could quite believe it was happening. But after he withdrew his dripping penis from Sam’s anus and plunged it, streaked with Sam’s poo, into Erin’s vagina, both of them felt rather like presidential groupies. They kissed tenderly as the president pulled out and slid his huge cock deep into Erin’s anus.
Moments later, with a groan, the president unloaded his green semen deep into Erin’s bowels. Erin groaned loudly, and the president smiled. “Did you like that?”
Erin groaned again. “I’m giving birth!” she gasped.
“Quick,” said Sam, “we’ve got to catch those leech-thingies before they escape. We’ll need them if we’re to infect all of your senators and congressmen and women.”
“Oh!” said the president. “Good idea.” He threw open a large suitcase and emptied its contents on to the floor. “Will this do?”
“Should be fine,” said Sam.
Now that she knew what to expect, it was an easy job to capture the leech-creatures. All Sam did was to break off the poo that came out until she got to the sac. Then she gently guided the sac into the suitcase, and when it was all out, having brushed off as much excess poo as she could, she tipped the rest of the sac into the case and slammed the lid shut just as the first leeches were beginning to emerge.
Soft poo was still pouring out of Erin’s vagina. The president watched in fascination. “And you think this is what is going to happen to my daughter?”
“I don’t know,” said Sam. “I have no idea what happened to her in Hell. It’s possible. But if you want to make it happen, just fuck the girl.”
“And if I want to see my wife give birth like this, I should just fuck her?”
“Sure,” said Sam. “Hey, you know what would be cool?”
“What?” asked the president, still staring at the poo-sludge oozing from Erin’s cunt.
“Televise it,” said Sam. “Have your wife give birth to a sixteen-foot poo live on national television.”
The president’s eyes widened. “I like that!” Then he sighed. “But she’d never go for it.”
“Of course she will,” said Erin. “Once you’ve pumped her full of your green sperm, she’ll be your sex toy.”
The president chuckled. Then he looked at his watch. “Right,” he said, “I want to start passing new laws as soon as possible.” He threw open the door and addressed one of his aides. “Get Rich Lancaster on the line. Tell him I have about a dozen new bills to draw up in a hurry.”
“How quickly can these new laws be passed?” asked Sam.
“Well, it’s not a quick process. Each bill will have to be submitted to the House of Representatives, where it is referred to a committee. The committee will then have to publish a date for a hearing in which both sides will be allowed to present their arguments. The committee will then review the viewpoints expressed at the hearing, and if necessary make amendments to the bill. Then the committee votes on whether to report the bill, and it is passed to the House. A rule is set out, determining the parameters of the debate, and the debate takes place. Further amendments may be made at this time. Once the debate is complete and any amendments made, the bill is voted on. Sometimes it is passed back to committee. If it passes, however, it goes to the senate, and if the senate passes it, and goes to me for approval. I then sign the measure into law.”
“That’s terribly long-winded,” said Sam. “Can’t you streamline the process?”
“Well I could, but that would require a simple resolution, or perhaps a concurrent resolution. It depends how much I want to streamline it.”
“I suggest streamlining it like this,” said Sam. “You draw up a bill, you sign it, it becomes law. Then you announce it and start enforcing it.”
The president looked startled. “You’re suggesting I dissolve the legislature?”
Sam smiled. “Why not?”
He looked stunned. “I … I suppose I … could…” he said in a voice of wonder. “But that would make me a dictator!”
Sam shrugged. “A benevolent one, though.”
He shook his head. “No,” he said, “the process is too useful the way it is. But perhaps I could set up a new type of law – a Presidential Decree. Once I issue such a decree, the House and the Senate would have to find ways to make it work in practical terms.”
“That sounds good,” said Sam, nodding. “So are you going to just start issuing these decrees?”
“I’ll have to run it through the House and the Senate first,” said the president. “Now don’t look at me like that. We’ll get them all to vote on it, and we’ll know who voted which way. I’m sure a bunch of them are probably on our side already – this will show us who else we have to go after with these things.” He patted the suitcase containing the leech-creatures.
Sam grinned. “I like your way of thinking, Mr President.”
An aide popped his head into the room. “Mr Lancaster is on the line, sir.”
“Good.” The president picked up the phone. “Rich! … No, just one actually, for the moment. I propose a new type of law – the Presidential Decree… No, I’m not kidding… Just like it sounds – I write my own bill and sign it, and it becomes law. Then it goes to a committee in the House, and they figure out what else needs to be done to make it work… Just write it up, okay? It’s a simple enough concept… Well, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Just write it up and submit it to the House… No, I don’t want a committee on it. Just take it straight to the floor and get it voted on… Today! Just do it, Rich! Thank you.”
He sighed as he put the phone down. “I think he needs a visit from one of these leeches.”
“How long do you think this will take?” asked Sam.
“A few days,” said the president. “We’ll get the vote results today, we’ll send leeches to the dissenters this evening, we’ll take another vote tomorrow, send it to the Senate, repeat the process, and then make it law either on Monday or Tuesday. That’s the fastest possible timeframe within which I see this happening. From next Monday or Tuesday, therefore, I will start issuing decrees.”
“Okay,” said Sam. “There’s one other thing I’d like you to do.”
“What’s that?” asked the president.
“I want to be vice-president,” said Sam.
Both Erin and the president stared at her in shock. “You’re kidding!” exclaimed the president.
“No – I’m serious,” said Sam. “I want to be at the heart of this new era of your presidency.”
President Woodridge frowned, then looked thoughtful for a moment, then he smiled. “All right,” he said. “I’ll fire Robert once I’ve got this bill passed. Then I’ll simply announce you as my new vice president. You realise of course that you’ll have to make speeches, public appearances, all that kind of thing – it’s a lot of work.”
Sam nodded. “I know – but I’m supposed to do this.”
Erin, looking alarmed, pulled Sam to one side. “Sam!” she whispered urgently. “What are you thinking? What about us?”
“You know what Mordelus told me,” said Sam. “If I don’t take this opportunity to gain political power, I’ll be sucked right into Hell and tortured for all eternity. As for us…” She smiled at Erin. “I hope you’ll come with me and be my … wife.”
Erin’s jaw dropped. “Oh Sam!” she said breathlessly. “Of course I will!” She threw her arms around Sam, and they kissed deeply and passionately.
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“Today’s English class,” announced Mr Trumbull, “is cancelled. Instead you will all take this General Knowledge quiz, which the teachers of this school all devised last night. There will be two prizes – one for the girls and one for the boys. The prize for the highest-scoring boy will be to have sex with a student or teacher of his choosing, at any time and as often as he likes, for the rest of the week. That student or teacher will essentially be his sex slave until midnight on Saturday. The prize for the highest-scoring girl will be a five-hundred dollar voucher to spend at Mr Howell’s Clothing Emporium, and a pass excusing the winner from the morning Check for the rest of this semester.”
“I don’t care about the voucher,” whispered Millie.
“But I want that pass!” whispered Melissa.
They looked at each other. “Maybe we could use it on alternate days,” said Millie. “The teachers never know which of us is which anyway.”
Both of them knew they had a reasonable chance of winning – their general knowledge was excellent, thanks to their excellent academic record, their voracious appetite for books, and their keen interest in current affairs. Of course, they were only juniors, but still – this was definitely worth a shot.
As the papers were handed out, Melissa froze in fear. Something was crawling over her crotch – she could feel it through the front of her thong. It had to be a leech creature – she had to prevent it from getting inside her! Tears sprang to her eyes as her mind raced.
Millie sensed something was wrong, and she glanced over at her sister. “What’s up?” she asked in concern.
“Something’s on my pussy!” whispered Melissa. “It’s trying to get inside. See if you can do something without it looking suspicious.”
Millie slid her quiz paper forward until it knocked her pen off the far side of her desk. “Oops!” she said, and she got up to fetch the pen. Crouching down on the other side of her desk, she took a look between Melissa’s legs. A cockroach was kicking wildly as it wiggled its way into her sister’s thong. While Millie watched, it managed to get all the way inside, whereupon it started to crawl downwards along the groove between Melissa’s labia, still highly visible through the transparent material.
Millie returned to her seat. “Don’t panic,” she said. “It’s just a cockroach.”
As disgusting as this was, Melissa felt hugely relieved. Her panic evaporated, leaving merely nausea. “Oh God, it’s going inside me,” she muttered.
“Don’t try to stop it,” warned Millie. “You’re still on candid camera.”
“I know,” said Melissa irritably. “I’m not going to stop it – but how would you feel?”
Looking around, the girls noticed several more cockroaches scattered around the room. “Horrible things,” said Melissa.
“And your time … starts … now!” said Mr Trumbull.
The girls turned over their papers and signed their names. Question One read: ‘Around which planet does the moon Triton revolve?’ “Piece of cake,” muttered both girls as they wrote down ‘Neptune’.
A tickling sensation on Millie’s leg made her jump. She glanced around quickly to see if anyone had noticed her reaction, but all heads in the room were bowed over their quiz papers. Millie leaned back and peered downwards as she felt the feathery touch climb up to her knee, and then up the inside of her thigh. A large cockroach came into view, making her shudder in revulsion. It was huge – a large American cockroach – and it was dragging a thick sausage-like object that she knew must be an egg-case. But the thing was in the view of the webcam now – she couldn’t flick it off without drawing unwelcome attention to herself. Helplessly, she watched as it reached her pussy and began to push its way past the string front of her panties. A cold sweat broke out on her forehead as it found the opening to her vagina, and she trembled, fighting down the urge to panic, as it crawled inside her, tucking itself deep within her cunt where it would no doubt be difficult to reach later.
She forced herself to look at the next question: ‘Which of Shakespeare’s characters said “A plague a both your houses”?’ She knew this … she knew it! Yet all she could think of was that damn cockroach in her vagina! She could still feel it, crawling around inside her. How was it able to breathe? Oh no – surely it was not trying to get past her cervix? She winced as the creature forced its way through the tight aperture into her womb. Ugh – this was so disgusting! She would need a gynaecologist to get it out now…
Mercutio! The answer to the question suddenly hit her. She scribbled it down and then, trying desperately to ignore the wriggling sensation inside her, she went on to the next question. And the next. And the next…
There were only thirty questions. She could hardly believe it – she had known all the answers! But if she had got them all right, she was probably not the only one…
As soon as other students began handing their papers in, Millie and Melissa did likewise. Surprisingly, those who had finished were allowed to leave the classroom early. The twins made straight for the cafeteria, where they found a corner table and sat eating sandwiches they had brought with them.
“The only question I had trouble with,” said Melissa, “was the year of the Battle of the Somme. Was it 1916?”
Millie nodded. “I think we both got them all right, in that case. Maybe we’ll both get the voucher and the pass.”
“But surely other people will have known them all,” said Melissa.
“May I join you?” asked a male voice from behind them.
Millie turned and looked suspiciously at the boy. It was Donnie Russell, a boy from their Biology class. “What do you want?” she asked.
Melissa laid a hand on her sister’s arm. “It’s okay,” she said. “Sit down Donnie.”
In a low voice, Donnie said, “So … how are you both?”
“We’re fine,” said Melissa. “Surprisingly.”
Millie looked at her sister in concern, but Donnie smiled. “Still … clean, then? Of sound mind?”
“Yes,” said Melissa. “And you? Still picking up leeches without using your fingers?”
Then Millie understood. “You’re not infected?” she asked him.
“Hush,” he replied. “We may just be the only three in the school, then. Whatever the fuck this thing is, it’s got everyone else as far as I can see.”
“How has it spread so fast?” demanded Millie in an urgent whisper. “And what exactly is ‘it’? It’s crazy!”
Donnie nodded soberly. “I think it’s in the water,” he said. “Me, I drink Florida orange juice. My sister and I were both clean last night, but she drank a glass of water just before bed, and almost immediately started acting strangely.”
”Strangely?” said Millie. “Like how?”
“She took off her top in front of me,” he said. “She’s normally very shy – this was totally out of character. And this morning she turned up at breakfast wearing just a pair of panties, with the front gathered…” He broke off with an apologetic grin. “But you don’t need to hear the details.”
“Donnie,” said Melissa, “we need to seem like we’re infected too. It’s only a matter of time before we get found out and raped, if we remain celibate. People need to see us having sex.”
Donnie’s eyes widened. “What are you suggesting?”
“That you have sex with us,” said Millie. “In class, or in the corridor, in front of everyone. Nobody will suspect us if they see that.”
The boy shook his head and smiled. “This is … amazing. I’ve had a crush on you both for … well, forever it seems. And now you’re propositioning me?”
The twins blushed together. “If the situation weren’t so dire,” said Melissa, “we wouldn’t even consider it. But you’re a nice guy, and kinda cute, so it won’t be too much of a hardship for us, I’m sure.”
“Well, that’s nice to hear and all,” said Donnie, blushing slightly himself, “but you’re forgetting one thing. I’m going to seem a trifle … under-endowed, compared with the infected boys.”
“Just be careful not to show it,” said Millie.
“Especially when you first enter us, and when you pull out,” said Melissa.
Donnie smiled. “You know, this is getting me kind of horny,” he said.
Millie and Melissa fixed him with stern expressions, in stereo. “This is a matter of survival,” said Millie. “This isn’t for your pleasure.”
“Well pardon me,” he said, looking slightly abashed, “but I’ll have to be aroused if I am to have sex with you.”
“Just don’t get carried away,” said Melissa. “And don’t for heaven’s sake come inside us. We can’t have you putting on a condom before you enter us, but we don’t want to get pregnant either.”
“Right!” said Millie fervently. Then she frowned. “Would you take your eyes off my breasts please Donnie?”
“Shh!” said Melissa, terrified someone might hear this. “Let him look, Mil – if he doesn’t, that will look suspicious too.”
Millie looked around. Wherever she saw boys and girls together, they were fondling each other, kissing, groping, finger-fucking, actually fucking, sucking cocks, sucking nipples, tonguing anuses … nobody was just sitting and talking, like they were. “Shit,” she said, “you’re right – we need to start getting hot and steamy with each other. We’re sticking out like sore thumbs right now.”
Melissa nodded. “Donnie, come and sit between us,” she said. “Start fondling our breasts and pussies.”
Donnie did not need to be asked twice. He brought his chair around and interposed it between them, then he reached out and grasped Millie’s left breast. He looked up a little anxiously at her face, but she merely rolled her eyes and said, “Go on, go on”, so he started squeezing and kneading it. Then he bent down and took her nipple into his mouth. With his right hand he reached down between her legs, pulled her string to one side, and began stroking her pussy. After a minute, he detached his mouth from her breast and muttered, “Sorry about this.”
But Millie was finding the experience not entirely unpleasant. “That’s okay,” she said, a little breathlessly.
“Hey, don’t forget about me,” said Melissa.
“You could always suck my cock,” suggested Donnie.
Melissa wrinkled her nose. “Donnie, don’t be vulgar. And don’t take advantage of this situation.”
“Sorry,” said Donnie. “I just thought it was a way you could both be involved at once.”
Melissa thought about this for a moment, then she sighed. “I suppose so … since you’re apparently so into Millie right now.”
In fact this was literally true – Donnie had just slid his middle finger into Millie’s vagina. She, for her part, was trying not to become aroused – this was, after all, an unfortunate and undesirable necessity. Nevertheless her vagina did seem to be lubricating in response to Donnie’s attentions. It was most distracting.
Melissa bent down, unzipped Donnie’s jeans, then she reached inside and pulled his erection out of his jockey shorts. It was a modest five inches in length – she had never been so relieved to see a small penis. She took it into her mouth and began to suck on it, eliciting muffled moans from Donnie.
“Mel,” said Millie, sotto voce, “perhaps this would be a good time for Donnie to have sex with us. This place is getting pretty packed – lots of witnesses. And they’re mostly having sex with each other too. We’ll fit right in.”
Donnie sat up. “Girls, I’m so close right now, I wouldn’t last five seconds inside either one of you. In fact, Melissa, if you don’t stop that pretty soon, I’m going to come in your mouth.”
Melissa stopped sucking immediately. “Shit,” she said. “So what now?”
“We’ll have to wait,” said Millie, relieved. She was not looking forward to losing her virginity in public – in fact she was dreading it, and she was secretly glad to postpone the experience.
“Well,” said Donnie, “I could always go and jerk off in the restroom – then I’d be able to fuck you both for a pretty long time without coming.”
“Okay,” said Melissa, “do that then.”
Donnie nodded, tucked his penis away, zipped himself up, then hurried off to the toilet. Two minutes later he returned. “Okay,” he said, “I’m ready.”
Millie and Melissa looked at one another, then Melissa stood up and bent over the table. “Okay Donnie,” she said, “make this look good.”
Donnie stepped up behind her and pulled her thong down to her knees. Then he unzipped himself and pulled out his semi-hard penis, covering it with his hand so that nobody would see it. He positioned the tip of his cock at the opening of her vagina, and pressed forward. But Melissa was fairly dry, and he was not hard enough – his penis bent double, but would not go in. “I need some lubricant,” he whispered.
Millie, aware that eyes were on the three of them, came to the rescue. She bent her head down and took Donnie’s penis into her mouth. She had never given a blow-job before – she just sucked on it as if it were a lollipop, and after a few seconds, she felt it slowly hardening. “Okay, that’s good!” said Donnie. Millie pulled her mouth off the boy’s cock, then she turned and spat on to her sister’s pussy. She rubbed her saliva into Melissa’s labia and around her vagina, and then Donnie slid his erection into the newly-lubricated orifice. It took a few tries, during which Melissa winced a lot, but eventually Donnie was buried up to the hilt. He began thrusting in earnest, and muttered, “Oh Millie, this feels so good!”
“I’m Melissa!” Melissa hissed in annoyance.
“Oh – I’m sorry,” said Donnie, embarrassed.
“It doesn’t matter,” Millie said quickly. “Just concentrate, and don’t come.”
Donnie, with a beatific expression on his face, continued enthusiastically to fuck Melissa, who tried to enjoy herself despite knowing that there were at least a hundred other people in the room, all of whom, she was convinced, were watching her right now.
“Your turn Millie,” said Donnie suddenly. “If I fuck Melissa much more, I’m going to come again.”
Millie’s stomach flipped over. “Okay,” she said, and she got to her feet and bent over the table. “Be gentle please – this is my first time.” She pulled her panties down to just below her bottom.
Melissa sat down as Donnie pulled out of her, and she leaned over, spat on her fingers, and worked her saliva into Millie’s pussy. Donnie, lubricated with Melissa’s vaginal juice, paused at the entrance to Millie's cunt, then he eased himself forward, but directed his penis downwards so that it slid along the groove between Millie's labia. “If I fuck you, I'll come,” he muttered. “This is safer.”
Millie sighed with relief as Donnie thrust back and forth between her pussy lips. For now, thankfully, she was to remain a virgin. For appearances sake, however, she made herself assume an expression of sexual ecstasy, even uttering a few fake moans in time with Donnie’s thrusting.
Melissa pulled up her thong and watched Donnie's thrusting penis with a slight frown - now why had he not had this bright idea before? Then she became aware of people standing behind her. She turned, and was alarmed to see three large members of the football team watching Donnie and Millie’s performance.
“Hey Donnie,” said one of them – a tank-like individual named Rhett. “How come you get to fuck the twins, huh?”
“Yeah,” said another, whose name was Cliff. He grinned. “I fancy me a twin.”
“Push off, Cliff,” said Melissa, trying to sound casual, though she was very scared now. “We like Donnie.”
“Yeah?” said Cliff, looking annoyed. He pulled down his shorts and took out a huge purple-headed erection. “Well you’re about to find out what a real man feels like.”
Donnie had stopped thrusting, and his erection was rapidly wilting beneath her pussy. He too was scared, but he tried to sound cavalier as he said, “Find your own twins, guys – these are mine.”
“May I have your attention please!” boomed a voice over the speaker system. “Your general knowledge quizzes have been marked, and the results are in. Both the boys and the girls’ quizzes are tied – please see the main noticeboard for details of the tiebreak to be held at one o’clock.”
“Hey,” said Rhett, “let’s see if we made the tiebreak.”
“We’ll catch you later,” said Cliff to Melissa, grinning nastily as he walked away.
“Fuck me, that was close!” said Donnie, who had by now shrivelled to a fraction of his erect state. He tucked his penis away, zipped himself up and sat down between the twins. Millie pulled up her panties and sat down too.
“I guess that backfired, huh?” she said, now regretting even letting Donnie touch her pussy with his erection.
“I guess so,” sighed Melissa. “Sorry Mil.”
“Well, I just want to say,” said Donnie, “that it has been an honour and a privilege to…”
“Shut up Donnie,” said both girls together.
They finished their sandwiches and then headed to the main corridor to see what the tiebreak was all about. The noticeboard was difficult to approach on account of the number of students crowding around it, but eventually Donnie, having pushed his way through to the front, emerged with news.
“It’s a mud-wrestling contest,” he said. “Both of your names are on the list – you got all the questions right.”
“A mud-wrestling contest?” repeated Millie, screwing up her face in disgust. “I don’t think so! Someone else can have the pass.”
“Hush Millie!” said Melissa. “We can’t back out – think how it would look!”
“How many names are on the list?” asked Millie.
”Including yours, five,” said Donnie.
“An awkward number,” mused Melissa. “I wonder how they’ll work it. So what’s the deal with the boys’ quiz?”
“The tiebreak is some kind of sex game, by the look of it. There were just two names on that list – Carl Peterson and Anthony Yeager. It mentioned something about testing the range and accuracy of their ejaculations – it was calling for female volunteers to act as ‘stimulators and receptacles’.”
“We’ll pass on that one,” said Millie with a shudder.
Donnie nodded. “Your tiebreak is to be held in the basement at one o’clock.” He looked at his watch. “Twenty minutes. Want to head down there?”
Melissa shrugged. “Sure, why not?”
As they passed the girls’ toilets, Millie had to jump backwards to avoid a very pregnant naked girl who emerged carrying a large bucket filled with what could only be poo.
“They’re finally cleaning out the girls’ restroom? Hallelujah!” exclaimed Melissa.
Millie opened the door and peered inside. Poo was smeared everywhere, still, but nearly all of the large piles were gone. Venturing further inside, and holding her nose against the smell, she checked inside one of the cubicles. The toilet bowl was still piled high with poo. She returned to the others. “They haven’t finished,” she said, “but it’s a great improvement.”
They continued towards the door which led to the basement. They were surprised to see the girl with the bucket go through it ahead of them. As they passed through the door and descended the long flight of steps into the basement, a girl with an empty bucket passed them by, heading back up into the main school. “Uh-oh,” muttered Donnie.
Quite a crowd had gathered already in anticipation of the contest. They were all standing around a newly-built wooden tank, ten feet by ten feet across and about two-and-a-half feet deep. The girl ahead of them dragged her bucket up to the edge of the tank, hefted it up on to the edge, and then tipped its contents inside.
The twins’ jaws dropped in horror. “We’re wrestling … in that?” asked Melissa in disbelief.
“That’s not mud!” exclaimed Millie.
“No indeed,” said Mrs McEnery, coming down the steps behind them. “We didn’t have a ready supply of mud, unfortunately, but we did have all this excess poop, so I thought we might as well make good use of it.”
“Good idea!” said Melissa, bravely. “I can’t wait to get in there.”
“Me too,” said Millie, biting her lip.
“And I can’t wait to watch!” said Donnie, rubbing his hands together. “This is going to be some show!”
Millie knew he was doing this for effect, but she hated him for it anyway. This contest was going to be the worst experience of her life – she was sure of it. Determined not to throw up or do anything else stupid, she held Melissa’s hand as the two of them walked up to the crowd. Mr Polley was there, and he grinned at them.
“Here’s two of our contestants now!” he said. “Let’s give them a warm hand.”
Several warm hands immediately groped both girls’ breasts, buttocks and pussies, making them freeze for a second in fear, but Melissa quickly recovered, and laughed. “I don’t think that’s what he meant, guys!”
”Sure it was,” said Mr Polley, with a wink.
Millie, struggling to hide her revulsion, stared into the tank, which had been filled to a depth of nearly two feet with poo. Everywhere she looked there were writhing maggots.
“Oh my,” came a girl’s voice, “I think I’m giving birth!”
Millie and Melissa turned to see who had spoken, and there was Laura Moss, her belly more huge than any they had seen yet, groaning and sinking to her hands and knees. In this position her belly was actually scraping the floor.
“Bring that bench over here,” said Mr Polley, pointing. “Put it up against the tank.”
When this was accomplished, he and one of the boys helped Laura on to the bench, positioning her so that her expanding vagina was poised above the edge of the tank. She moaned and whimpered as a new giant poo started to force its way out of her. This was her second time of doing this, and it was worse than the first, if possible. The poo was certainly larger, at six inches in diameter. Grinning boys squeezed and fondled her melon-sized breasts, but she did not care – she was too preoccupied with the feeling of being split in half as the thick, lumpy brown pole slid horizontally out of her body.
“Come on Laura, you can do it!” said Mr Polley, sliding a finger into her anus.
The twins watched in horror as the gargantuan turd advanced, foot by foot, across the tank, dipping downwards after a while and eventually coming to rest on the surface of the poo in the tank. Laura, meanwhile, in an attempt to mitigate the pain of childbirth, started to masturbate.
As the far end of her giant turd began to settle into the rest of the poo, the part emerging from Laura’s vagina was becoming green. Millie could see the wriggling leech-creatures inside, and her stomach knotted as she realised that she was going to be sharing this tank with those horrible creatures.
The end of the turd finally dropped down with a ‘plop’ into the tank, and the sac burst open as liquid poo gushed from Laura’s cunt. The leeches mostly burrowed into the surrounding poo, but some of them arched their way across the surface and tried to climb the walls of the tank.
“Don’t let them escape,” said Mr Polley. “I’ve had an idea. The winner of each contest will be the first one to insert a green leech into her opponent’s vagina.”
The boys in the crowd cheered, and the girls giggled. Millie and Melissa, anxious not to seem out of place, giggled too. Donnie laughed and cheered with the rest of the boys, but he secretly he was terrified – he feared that this would be the hour when he would finally become the last uninfected student in the school. He did not see how the twins could get through this without becoming infected. And once they were infected, they would surely give him away…
At one o’clock, the contest began. “First heat – Millie Frobisher and Carla Stevens. Take off your clothes – what’s left of them anyway – these contests will be conducted in the nude.”
Carla Stevens, Millie was shocked to see, was a freshman – surely just fourteen years old. Her breasts were quite well-developed, but with a puppy-fat softness that showed her lack of maturity. They contrasted startlingly with her heavily-pregnant belly. Millie steeled herself – she was probably stronger than Carla, so perhaps she could end this contest quickly, before one of those horrible green creatures entered her vagina.
Removing her panties and shoes, Millie stepped into the tank, naked as the day she was born. She forced herself to smile and not shudder as poo squished up between her sinking toes. The smell was vile. The onlookers cheered and whooped – the basement was by now packed solid with students. On the other side of the tank, Carla stepped in, waving her arms in the air and lapping up the applause. She looked very excited, and giggled constantly.
‘Child,’ thought Millie.
Mr Polley blew his whistle, and Millie began wading towards Carla. It was not easy – the poo was very thick. She had to pull her leg free with each step and plant it in front of her, squirming internally as her foot slid down into the poo. There was no mistaking this for mud – this stuff was unquestionably human waste, and it made her feel sick.
She came within arm’s reach of Carla, and grabbed the younger girl by the arm. Carla wrenched free, making Millie overbalance. She toppled backwards, and sat down hard, her buttocks sinking into the poo. Fear gripping her, she jerked her legs free and then rolled over on to her hands and knees. Her hands, however, quickly sank into the poo, bringing her chin down to the surface and squishing her breasts into the disgusting sludge. Maggots writhed just inches before her eyes.
Carla took this opportunity to dive towards Millie. She landed full length on the surface of the poo, and grabbed hold of a leech creature. Then she commando-crawled up to Millie and pushed the leech between Millie’s legs.
Millie, panicking, lashed out with her foot. She caught the side of Carla’s head and sent the freshman spinning away. Rolling on to her back again, her arms popping out of the poo with a sucking sound, she struggled up on to her feet. Looking down, she almost screamed as she saw half a dozen leeches attached to her. One of them was on her pussy, probing at the entrance to her vagina … she grabbed hold of it and then launched herself towards Carla, who was struggling to get to her own feet.
Millie cannoned into Carla, and they both tumbled into the poo once again. Millie slapped the palm of her hand between Carla’s legs, and felt the leech-creature partially sink into the younger girl’s vagina. Pushing it the rest of the way in with her fingers, she shoved Carla away and then got to her feet. “Yes!” she exclaimed.
“I saw it!” said one of the boys. “Millie did it – she won!”
Carla reclined against the side of the tank, slowly sinking into the poo. “Yes,” she admitted, “she put a leech inside me.”
“Congratulations Millie,” said Mr Polley. “You’re through to the final.”
Covered from head to toe in poo, Millie climbed out of the tank. She pulled off all the leeches she could see and tossed them back into the poo. Melissa smiled happily at her. “Well done!” she whispered, and she removed a leech that Millie had missed. “None of them bit you, did they?”
“I think they just bite the boys,” said Millie. “At any rate I didn’t feel anything. Hey Mel – what if we end up together in the final?”
“Then one of us will just have to pretend that the other stuck a leech inside her,” said Melissa with a smile. “You know – I think we might just pull this off!”
“Next heat,” said Mr Polley. “Chelsea Barnes, Melissa Frobisher, and Alicia McPartland.”
Melissa gulped – she would have to beat two girls? And Chelsea was a big girl – suddenly this was not looking good.
As she climbed into the tank, she experienced a similar revulsion to her sister’s as her feet slowly sank, poo sliding up between her toes. Across the tank, she saw the strawberry-blonde Chelsea get in, smiling happily at the crowd and jiggling her double-D breasts. Then their eyes met, and Melissa caught a glimpse of something else – a flash of fear. Melissa’s mind raced – was Chelsea uninfected too? She was a very smart girl – possibly the smartest in the school, with her sights set on Princeton … had she been faking it as well as the twins?
There was no doubt about Alicia, however – the bubbly blonde junior looked about to explode, her belly was so huge (though not, it had to be said, as huge as Laura’s had been). She grinned at her two opponents, looking excited and not in the least bit perturbed at having to tackle two girls at once.
The whistle blew. As the three girls closed in on each other, Melissa tried to catch Chelsea’s eye. As soon as she did so, she inclined her head slightly towards Alicia. Chelsea’s slight nod in response filled Melissa with relief. Without warning, Alicia found herself set upon by both her opponents at once. Chelsea grabbed her around the shoulders and pulled her down into the muck, while Melissa closed her hand around a leech-creature and thrust it between Alicia’s legs.
Alicia, however, was far from out for the count. Her foot lashed out, catching Melissa full in the face. Fortunately her nose escaped the full force of the blow, but her jaw and cheek were dealt a blow that made sparks dance before her eyes. Falling backwards into the poo, her bottom sank deep as she struggled to shake off her dizziness.
Chelsea, meanwhile, had picked up her own leech, and Alicia squealed as she felt it being shoved unceremoniously up into her vagina. Chelsea whooped, and Mr Polley said, “Alicia, you’re out.”
Chelsea now lurched over to Melissa, and hauled her to her feet. “Come on ya wimp!” she yelled. Then she noticed a tragic look on Melissa’s face, and she immediately pulled her into an arm-lock. “What’s the matter?” she whispered in Melissa’s ear. “I’ll just pretend to put one in you, okay?”
“It’s too late,” Melissa whispered back. “I felt one of them crawl inside me.”
“Then I’ll fucking get it out!” Chelsea hissed back fiercely. She shoved Melissa down into the poo and plunged her hand between the junior’s legs. Pushing three fingers into Melissa’s cunt, she forced them deep, working more and more of her hand in, while Melissa squealed and ineffectually tried to stop her. She could feel the skin around her vagina tear as Chelsea brutally fisted her below the surface of the poo, but she barely cared any more – she was infected.
“Damnit!” whispered Chelsea. “It’s too deep – I can’t reach it. Sorry kiddo.”
“Thanks for trying,” Melissa whispered back. Then she said aloud, “Oh no, she’s put a leech inside me!”
Chelsea grimly raised a victorious fist into the air, amid tumultuous applause.
“Looks like Chelsea will be hard to beat!” yelled Mr Polley over the hubbub. “She’s already trounced one Frobisher twin – let’s hope the other fares better against her in the final.”
Melissa stumbled out of the tank and over to Millie, whose eyes were welling up with tears. “Is it true?” Millie whispered.
“Yeah,” said Melissa with a sigh. “I felt one crawl inside me as I sat dazed. Fuck!”
“Oh my poor darling!” exclaimed Millie in distress.
“Pull yourself together!” Melissa hissed. “Chelsea’s okay – she’s uninfected – she’ll look after you. Just let her win – pretend she’s put a leech inside you too.”
“She’s … really? But it looked like she was really hurting you!”
“She was trying to get it out, bless her. Now get in there and make it look real!”
Her lower lip trembling, Millie climbed into the tank once more, waving and smiling at the crowd through her tears. As she approached Chelsea, the big girl (she was five feet eleven inches in height) subtly flickered her left eyelid. Then she jumped at Millie, who shrieked as she fell backwards and sank into the poo, pinned beneath Chelsea’s considerable weight. It was not that Chelsea was fat, exactly – she had a bit of a belly, sure, but mostly she just had a large frame.
Flailing helplessly, Millie felt Chelsea’s hand slip between her legs and cup her pussy. “Sorry about your sister,” whispered Chelsea. “I did what I could. Now scream and tell them I’ve put a leech in your pussy.”
Millie, her face half-submerged, squealed. “She’s done it!” she exclaimed. “She’s put one of those things in me!”
“Congratulations Chelsea,” said Mr Polley. “You are the winner! Please collect your pass and voucher from the school secretary’s office.”
Chelsea got up, then she hauled Millie out of the poo and set her on her feet. Pulling her into a hug, she whispered, “Don’t let your sister give us away, okay?”
Millie nodded as they broke apart, and she waded to the edge of the tank and climbed out, coated from hair to toes in poo, with several leeches clinging to her. She went over to Melissa and hugged her. “No matter what happens,” said Millie, “I’ll always still love you.”
“I know,” said Melissa. “Me too. I don’t feel any different, you know.”
“Perhaps you won’t,” said Millie sadly. “Perhaps it’s something that you don’t really notice. Anyway come on – let’s go and get cleaned up.”
Millie looked around, troubled. “Oh surely…” she began.
Chelsea was approaching them. “Hey,” she said. “Let’s hit the showers and talk.”
Millie nodded, then looked at Melissa, who shrugged. “Sure,” she said.
Five minutes later, the three of them were alone in the showers, the poo falling from their bodies in brown rivulets and soggy chunks. Chelsea said as she soaped herself, “Feel any different yet, Melissa?”
“Not really,” said Melissa. “I feel kind of resigned to my fate, though – but wouldn’t you anyway in my position?”
“Possibly,” said Chelsea. “Look, will you give us both your solemn promise that you won’t let it slip that Millie and I are still uninfected?”
“Of course,” said Melissa. “I promise. Millie’s my sister, after all. I’d never betray her. And I don’t feel any urges to infect both of you.”
“Hmm,” said Chelsea. “And you’re absolutely positive a leech-creature went inside you?”
“Yes,” said Melissa. “Positive.”
“Well,” said Chelsea, switching off her shower. “Good luck to you then. I’m going to collect my prize from Mrs McEnery, and then I’m off to class. The world may be going to shit … literally … but I’m still planning to go to Princeton in the fall, however foolish that may seem. I’ll see you guys later.”
Once she had left, the twins fell into each other’s arms and cried.
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Once she had given Chelsea Barnes her pass and voucher, Mrs McEnery waited for the winner of the boys’ tiebreak to claim his prize. A few minutes later, Anthony Yeager arrived, grinning all over his spotty, bespectacled face. “So,” said Mrs McEnery, “whom do you wish to be your sex slave for the rest of the week? It can be any student or teacher.”
“I think I’ll puh…pick the gym teacher,” he stammered.
“Miss Yeager?” inquired the principal. “Your sister?”
Anthony nodded. “Is that a puh…problem?”
“No – no of course not,” said Mrs McEnery. She spoke into her microphone. “Would Miss Yeager please report to the principal’s office immediately.”
“That’s a nuh…nice outfit you’re wearing,” said Anthony.
“Thanks,” smiled Mrs McEnery. “I love wearing nothing but panties with poop in them.”
“It suits you. You’ve got nuh…nuh…nice tits.”
The old Anthony would never have been so bold, thought Mrs McEnery to herself, and she chuckled. “Funnily enough,” she said, “they’ve got nicer since that helpful little leech crawled into my pussy. It’s had all sorts of nice effects.”
“Cuh…can I muh…make a suggestion?” said Anthony.
“Sure – fire away.”
“You should have a s-school uniform here, effective as of tuh…tomorrow,” said the boy. “The uniform should cuh…consist of just one s-skimpy pair of s-see-through puh…panties, and nuh…nothing else. N…not even shoes.”
Mrs McEnery shrugged. “I was thinking along those lines anyway. I’m going to Mr Howell’s store this afternoon – apparently he’s got a sensational new design of underwear in.”
A minute later, Bonnie Yeager walked in. She was twenty-three years old, and less than a year out of college. Her curly blonde hair, pert bottom and perky breasts made her a favourite with students and fellow teachers alike. Today she was wearing a little blue cut-off t-shirt and a matching cheerleader-style skirt that was just too short to completely cover her white panties. “Hello Mrs McEnery,” she said. “Hi Tony!”
“Your brother here has just won the boys’ general knowledge quiz,” said Mrs McEnery.
“Nice one, Tone,” said Bonnie. “What was the prize?”
“To choose one student or teacher to be his sex slave for the rest of the week,” said Mrs McEnery with a smile.
“Oh my!” exclaimed Bonnie. “And who have you chosen, Tony?”
“You, sis,” said Anthony, grinning from ear to ear.
“You’re kidding!” said Bonnie, open-mouthed. “I’m your sister!”
“You can’t refuse,” said Mrs McEnery. “You have to do absolutely everything he says until midnight on Saturday.”
“But that’s crazy,” Bonnie objected. “Tell me this is just a joke, Tony.”
“No juh…joke, Bonnie,” said Anthony. “Nuh…now, my f-first order is for you to strip down to your puh…panties. From nuh…now until the end of the week, you will wear nuh…nothing more than your puh…panties.”
With a heavy sigh, Bonnie kicked off her shoes, then she took off her top, followed by her skirt. Now only wearing her white cotton panties, she said, “You’d better treat me nice, Tony, or I’ll make your life a living hell on Sunday!”
Anthony grinned. “We’ll see. Nuh…now I want you to puh…puh…poop in your puh…panties.”
“Ugh, Tony! Why on Earth would you want me to ‘pupupoop’ in my ‘pupupanties’?” Bonnie glared at him, and looked to the principal for support, but Mrs McEnery was enjoying the show and rubbing her clitoris through her poo-filled panties. With another sigh, Bonnie spread her feet apart and bore down, scowling at Tony as her anus expanded to permit the passage of a thick turd. Almost immediately the round end of the poo began to push out the back of her panties, and Anthony walked around behind her so that he could watch the garment tenting out.
“There’s only one thing better than having your panties full of poop,” said Mrs McEnery, “and that’s the process of filling them.”
“It’s … very nice,” admitted Bonnie, as she pushed out her poo in a series of movements, each smoothly expelling seven or eight inches of soft turd. It all curled up and squished together in the back of her panties, an impressive quantity which soon had her panties sagging six inches or more below her buttocks. Her waistband was dipping so low at the back that an inch of her buttock cleavage was showing.
“Here, let me help you with that,” said Anthony, and he pulled up her panties to their former position, so that the huge mass of poo squished into her buttocks and pussy. Some of it oozed out of the leg-holes and dropped with a splat on to the floor.
“Hey, pick that up,” said Mrs McEnery. “I can’t have you making a mess of my office!”
“Sorry,” muttered Bonnie, and she stooped to pick up her fallen poo. Unfortunately, this action caused more poo to fall out of her panties. She picked up all the squishy lumps and dropped them inside the front of her panties. Anthony grinned and placed his hand against the bulge, squishing the poo into her pussy and working it between her labia.
“Now,” he said, “Get on your nuh…knees and give me a buh…blowjob.”
Bonnie grimaced as she knelt down and unzipped her brother’s jeans. “God knows what Simon’s going to think of this,” she muttered.
“Who’s Simon?” asked the principal.
“Her f-fiancé,” said Anthony. “Tuh…total loser. He’s an accountant who duh…does live-action role-puh… role-playing in his spare time.”
“He’s not a loser!” said Bonnie indignantly. She unfurled Anthony’s thirteen-inch penis and started sucking on its bulbous tip.
Mrs McEnery took a digital camera out of her desk drawer and started taking pictures of the two siblings. After she had captured them from every angle, her last shot was of Anthony peeing his green semen all over Bonnie’s face and breasts. She removed the memory cartridge from the camera and handed it to Anthony. “Here,” she said, “make sure Simon gets to see these.”
Anthony grinned. “I will!” he said.
Bonnie began to wipe her face with her hands, but her brother stopped her. “No cuh…cleaning up,” he said. “Go buh…back to your cuh…class as you are. I’ll m-meet you outside after school.”
Bonnie sighed. “Very well,” she said, and she got up and left the office.
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A number of the girls who had been watching the poo-wrestling contest had stayed behind to wrestle or even just wallow in the poo just for fun. Laura was among them – she was neck-deep in it now, and with her legs spread wide, far below the surface, she was industriously packing her vagina full of maggot-infested poo. As she crammed more and more of the poo inside her cunt, she could feel it oozing deeper and deeper into her body – since she had only just given birth, her cervical opening was still dilated, and thus was permitting the passage into her womb of a three-inch-thick column of poo, along with the many squirming maggots it contained.
But Laura’s vagina was not the only thing that was consuming the maggots. “Hey, look at that thing,” said one girl, who was standing in the poo with her legs spread, rubbing handfuls of the maggoty muck into her pussy. She had just paused to point out a leech-creature writhing through the surface of the poo.
Laura stared at it curiously. It looked larger than the others, and it was a different colour, too – whereas the other leech-creatures were all light green, this one was much darker – almost black, in fact. It appeared to be chasing down and devouring every maggot it could find. Laura found herself mesmerised by the creature as it approached her. She began to wonder what it would feel like to have something like that inside her.
Grabbing hold of it from below, she dragged it down through the poo to between her legs, where she pushed it gently against the opening of her vagina. For a moment she was worried that it would not be able to get inside her, what with all the poo packed tightly inside her, but the creature quickly laid her fears to rest – it forced its way into her cunt and swam through the poo, straight to the back of her womb, where it attached itself to the fleshy wall and began to grow…
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Millie and Melissa caught the school bus home at three o’clock, still wearing nothing but their shoes and their skimpy undies from Mr Howell’s Clothing Emporium. Millie felt terribly exposed, but half the other girls on the bus were either topless or naked, so she did not feel especially out of place and did not dare to appear in the least bit embarrassed.
“Um … oh!” said Melissa suddenly.
Millie turned to see her sister wearing a sheepish expression. “What’s up?” she asked.
Melissa blushed. “I seem to be pooping myself,” she said.
Millie’s heart sank – this was the final proof that Melissa had indeed become infected. “Poor babe,” she said, stroking Melissa’s hair.
Melissa shrugged, then she lifted her bottom off the seat and tucked her feet underneath her, sitting on her heels so that her poo, sliding past her thong, started building up in a pile between her feet. “It’s not so bad,” she said. “Most of the girls here have poop in their panties anyway, so it’s not like I’m going to stand out.”
“Yeah, but Mel! Pooping yourself in a public place – it’s so … disgusting!”
Melissa nodded. “It is … but then again, wrestling in a tank full of poop kind of puts it in perspective.”
“That’s true,” admitted Millie. “Well, I guess you can’t help it, so I shouldn’t browbeat you about it. Anyway let’s head down to the front – our stop’s coming up.”
“Wait – I can’t just leave all this poop here,” said Melissa. “But my thong doesn’t have enough room. Do you mind if we swap panties?”
“What?” said Millie. “Why? So you can fill my panties with your poop?”
“Yes,” said Melissa. “They’ve got more room in the back than mine.”
“No!” exclaimed Millie. “Mel, just leave it.”
“I can’t just leave it here for someone else to clean up,” said Melissa. “That’s not very nice.” She sighed. “I guess I’ll have to put it in my purse.”
“Yuck!” said Millie. “But all your things will get…” She rolled her eyes and pursed her lips in annoyance. “Fucking hell. All right, we’ll swap panties if it means that much to you. But hurry up or we’ll miss our stop.”
She quickly slipped out of her string-fronted panties, causing the boys across the aisle to whistle in appreciation as they fucked the girls in their laps. The girls whistled too.
The twins swapped their panties, and Millie hurriedly pulled on Melissa’s transparent thong. Melissa, for her part, pulled up Millie’s string-fronted panties, taking care that the string between her labia nestled to one side of her clitoral hood and did not obscure it. Then she started grabbing handfuls of poo from the seat and stuffing them into the back of the panties.
“Hurry up Mel!” said Millie urgently.
“I’ll just be a second.” Melissa scooped up the last of her poo and added it carefully to the squishy mass in her panties, then she started smoothing the bulge into a nicely rounded shape.
“For God’s sake come on!” said Millie. She got up from her seat and hurried down the aisle, only to see their stop flash past the window.
“Stop, stop!” she said to the driver, running up to the front. “That was our stop!”
The driver shrugged. “You should’ve warned me sooner,” he said. “You’ll have to wait until the next stop.”
“Can’t you just pull over?” she asked desperately. “My sister’s just had an accident.”
“Her and everyone else,” the driver said grumpily. “Terrible mess they made this morning. Mind you,” he added, brightening, “some very nice outfits.”
“Yes, well, could you pull over please?” asked Millie again, as Melissa arrived just behind her.
“I dare say I can,” said the driver, and he slowed down, coasting in towards the kerb. As he stopped, he finally turned to look at her. “Hey, nice tits!”
Millie was tempted to scowl at him, but all she said was, “Thanks.” She stepped off the bus, then turned and watched as Melissa gingerly stepped down, holding on carefully to her waistband. As she turned to thank the driver, Millie’s eyes were reluctantly drawn to the grapefruit-sized lump weighing down the back of her sister’s panties. She shuddered and wrenched her eyes free, then the two girls started heading back up the road towards their house.
A newspaper was blowing down the sidewalk towards them. Millie stooped and picked it up, wondering if the main stories were all about semi-naked women pooping themselves. And so it was – in fact the front page was even plastered with pictures of such women, and none of the naked pussies or nipples on display were blurred – but a tiny headline at the bottom of the page caught her eye: ‘Harvard Professor Working on Cure for Phenomenon’. “Hey, look at this!” she said. “Someone’s working on a cure!”
“Cool,” said Melissa distractedly, stroking the bulge in the back of her panties. “A cure for what?”
“This infection thing!” said Millie impatiently. She read aloud: “Professor Marion Rennie, renowned biochemist, thinks she has discovered the reason for the hyper-sexualization of a rapidly growing portion of the country’s population. ‘I have analysed the blood of some obviously affected men and women, and without exception they have elevated levels of the sex hormones oestrogen and testosterone … but the crazy thing is, these hormones appear to be mutated forms of the hormones found in normal human males and females.’ The professor, having isolated the rogue hormones, is now working on a way to restore the natural hormonal balance of affected men and women … if not by replacing the new hormones with the old, then by reducing the levels of the new hormones. But the professor’s work has drawn hostile criticism from her colleagues. Dr Grant Kaufman said in an interview yesterday: ‘That woman doesn’t realise the benefits of these new hormones. She needs a good fucking with a green-spurting cock.” Millie frowned. “Are they allowed to use the word ‘fucking’ in newspapers?”
“If they can show naked women now,” said Melissa, glancing over her shoulder, “I guess anything goes.”
“Well that’s not the point anyway,” said Millie. “The point is, let’s get in touch with this professor woman and see if she can cure you.”
Melissa shrugged. “Is there much point? I’ll just get infected again at school.”
“Don’t give up, hon,” Millie pleaded. “I need you!”
Melissa smiled at her sympathetically, and then nodded. “Of course, Mil – whatever you say.”
They reached their house and entered. It was deserted – their parents were not home yet. Millie put on some jeans, a bra, and a t-shirt, then she pulled out the phone book and found the number for Harvard University. She dialled the number and fidgeted anxiously while she waited.
“Hello!” she said, when somebody answered. “Could you put me through to the Biochemistry department please? Well, the Biology department then – wherever Professor Marion Rennie works. Oh, you can? Yes please then.” She fidgeted for a moment while the receptionist transferred her to the professor’s office.
”Hello?”
“Professor Rennie? Hello. My name’s Millicent Frobisher, and I’m hoping you can cure my sister…”
”I’m sorry Miss Frobisher, but I’m not nearly ready to market a cure. Besides, I’ve got several million sufferers to think of, not just your sister, and so far today I’ve got absolutely nothing accomplished because people keep calling me!”
“But how long do you think it will be?” asked Millie. “The way this plague is spreading, how long do you think you can keep yourself free of it?”
”Not long, I imagine … on either score. Several attempts have been made to infect me – I have to have bodyguards at the door to my office. But rest assured, I’m working as fast as I can.”
“Do you need a guinea pig?” asked Millie hopefully. “I could bring my sister along and you could try out your cure on her first…”
”That’s a kind offer, Miss Frobisher, but I don’t think I’ll be short of guinea pigs. Now, if you don’t mind…”
“But you don’t understand – I have to get my sister cured!” exclaimed Millie. “This is screwing up our relationship – I can’t read her at the moment!”
“Yes, well, I’m sure a lot of people feel that way. My own brother is infected – and yes, it’s hard, but…”
“But that’s not the same!” said Millie. “Mel and I are twins – we’re always thinking the same things, feeling the same way about things … except that now she’s … different!”
There was a pause at the other end of the line. ”You’re twins?” said the professor. ”Identical? And one of you is infected while the other is not?”
“Yes,” said Millie.
”Okay, that could be interesting. Come on over. I’ll alert my bodyguards to look out for you.”
Millie was overjoyed. “Thank you!” she said.
”Don’t thank me yet. Just get over here as soon as you can.”
“I will!” Millie promised, and she hung up. Running upstairs, she said, “Mel, we have to go and see Professor Rennie!” She walked into Melissa’s bedroom, then stopped dead.
Melissa was lying on her back on her bed, with her legs spread and her panties still full of poo, with hundreds of cockroaches running over her near-naked body, and she was rubbing her clitoris for all she was worth.
“Oh Mel!” said Millie reproachfully. “Won’t you change out of those panties? We need to go to Harvard, right now.”
Melissa did not reply, but merely moaned as her body shuddered in orgasmic ecstasy. Panting, she smiled happily at Millie. “I should keep these on,” she said, “so that people don’t think we’re uninfected. You should poop in your panties too. Then neither of us will look out of place.”
“I think not!” retorted Millie. “But I guess you’re right about blending in – perhaps I am a little over-dressed.”
“I’ll say!” said Melissa. “Take off your jeans and t-shirt – you’ll be fine in just your bra and panties.”
“All right,” said Millie, “but I’ll put on some different panties – this thong is way too revealing.”
Five minutes later they left the house, with Millie wearing a fairly ordinary bra and white panties. As they walked to the train station, she found she did not feel very exposed – nearly every woman they saw was wearing as little or less than she was. One woman on the other side of the street, wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, was being heckled by a bunch of teenaged boys. As Millie watched in horror, they rushed at her, pulled her down, and started to strip her. The woman screamed and struggled wildly, but nobody around was helping her.
“Shouldn’t we do something?” Millie whispered to Melissa.
“Not unless you want to get raped too,” said Melissa.
In a few seconds the woman was naked, and one of the boys was thrusting his huge penis into her cunt. The few bystanders who had gathered to watch were laughing and egging the boys on. One of them picked up the woman’s clothes and tossed them into the back of a passing pickup truck. Millie turned away – she could not watch any longer.
Somehow they arrived at the station without being accosted, though they saw several other women and teenaged girls being chased down and raped. Millie was practically a nervous wreck by the time they took their seats. Across the aisle, she noticed, was a girl from a Catholic school, judging by her uniform, although her skirt had been cut so drastically that it was reduced to a pleated belt. Sitting next to the girl was another girl – her friend perhaps, who was wearing a cut-off t-shirt which just barely covered her nipples. Across the front of this t-shirt in large black letters were the words “PLEASE KIDNAP AND RAPE ME”. The girl was sitting with her feet up on the seat and her knees either side of her chest – she was wearing no panties, and she was sliding a very thick dildo in and out of her vagina. When she saw Millie looking at her, she smiled and licked her lips seductively. Millie was very shocked – the girl looked about thirteen.
Ten minutes into their journey, a drunk middle-aged man staggered into the carriage and began to make his erratic way towards them When he spotted them, he grinned and started drooling. As he reached them, he grabbed hold of Millie’s bra, causing her to squeal in alarm. With a couple of hard tugs, he broke the garment and pulled it off. He pulled down his jeans and underpants, exposing a huge penis that pointed threateningly at Millie. Melissa, however, came to the rescue, taking hold of the man’s erection and popping its bulbous tip into her mouth. The man laughed and grabbed hold of her hair, pulling her head against his crotch. Melissa gagged, then involuntarily swallowed as she felt the huge penis sliding inexorably down her throat. No further sucking was needed – the man merely started fucking her throat, grunting and moaning as his orgasm neared. In less than a minute he climaxed, injecting a pint of green semen directly into Melissa’s stomach.
Millie, meanwhile, unsure of what to do, smiled nervously and stroked the man’s leg while he fucked her sister’s mouth. She had a horrible feeling that when he was finished with Melissa, he would turn to her, but in fact he simply pulled out, staggered back into an empty seat, and then fell fast asleep.
“Thanks!” Millie whispered.
“Don’t mention it,” said Melissa. “I didn’t mind. Weird, huh?”
“Very weird,” agreed Millie. She folded her arms across her chest to cover her naked breasts and sank down into her seat to try to make herself less visible. This was going to be a long journey…
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Principal Gillian McEnery waited patiently in line outside Mr Howell’s store, but when the size of her order became apparent to the sales girl who took it, she was told she could jump to the front of the queue so that Mr Howell could see to the order personally.
“What I want,” said the principal, “is a uniform for all the girls at my school. I hear you have a new pair of panties in stock…”
“Yes indeed,” said Mr Howell. “It’s the latest, new and improved line in incontinence panties. They’ll hold eighty pounds of poop without breaking.”
“Eighty pounds!” exclaimed Gillian. “But they must be huge!”
“Not at all!” said Mr Howell gleefully. He produced a small package from his pocket and opened it. “There are three pairs in here,” he said. “Ah, now see … look.”
Gillian stared as the old man fished out one of the garments and opened it out. It was a pair of perfectly transparent plastic panties, the size of an ordinary pair of skimpy bikini briefs.
“The plastic is non-reflective, so you won’t even get any glare off them,” said Mr Howell. “Your girls will essentially look naked – only on close inspection will the very slight sheen become apparent.”
”And you say these will hold up to eighty pounds of poop?” asked Gillian in disbelief.
“More, probably,” said Mr Howell, “but they’re only guaranteed up to eighty. And beyond sixty pounds, I’m afraid, they will not quite return to their original form-hugging shape. There will be a very slight sag, which will increase with further stretchings. Oh – look there – Angie’s wearing a pair.”
Gillian looked over to where Mr Howell was pointing. An attractive young sales girl was taking customer’s measurements wearing nothing but a gauzy crop-top and a pair of these amazing panties. Nestling below and behind her buttocks was a slightly compressed ball of poo the size of a large melon, which looked as if it was sticking to the girl’s bottom by some magical glue.
“Go and have a feel,” suggested Mr Howell with a smile. “Go on – Angie won’t mind.”
Curious, Gillian walked over to the sales girl and placed her hand on the huge lump. It was warm, but completely dry and smooth. Angie stopped what she was doing and raised a quizzical eyebrow at Mr Howell, who merely nodded.
Gillian sank her fingers into the brown mass and clutched a handful before squeezing it slowly, allowing the poo to ooze between her fingers. When she withdrew her hand, leaving deep indentations where her fingers had been, she found her hand was clean. She turned to Mr Howell.
“I’ll take four hundred pairs,” she said.
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Finding Professor Rennie’s office was easy enough for Millie and Melissa. Getting in was more difficult. Millie had had a thoroughly traumatic journey since having her bra ripped off by a drunken pervert, but somehow she had managed to keep her body free of green semen. Now, however, a challenge of a different sort faced her.
“I don’t care if you’ve got an appointment,” said the six-foot-seven-inch bouncer with his immense arms folded. He looked young – Millie guessed he was probably a postgraduate. “You’re not getting in.”
“But you don’t understand! Professor Rennie wants to try a cure on us! She said it would be interesting to study identical twins, one of whom is infected and the other isn’t.”
“See – you’re saying that,” said the bouncer, “but all I’m hearing is ‘blah blah blah blah blah’. You reckon you’re not infected? Then what are you doing in just your panties?”
“Trying to blend in!” said Millie impatiently. “Look, why don’t you just check with her?”
“She doesn’t want me going in there,” he said. “In case I’ve become infected too. She has a gun,” he added. “She’s very serious about protecting her work.”
“I can imagine,” said Millie. “Hey – professor!” she shouted. “Professor Rennie! It’s the twins to see you!”
“Hey, pipe down,” said the bouncer irritably, “or I’ll have to … pipe you down.”
But Millie’s shout had done the trick. A door behind the bouncer cracked open and a female voice said, “They can come in, Matt.”
The bouncer glared at the twins, but did not stop them as they hurried past him into the room beyond. Millie closed the door behind them, and turned to see a small laboratory, and the professor’s rapidly retreating lab coat. She and Melissa hurried after the professor, passing through another door into a modest-sized office. The professor, a forty-ish woman with greying red hair, sat down behind her desk and then regarded them over the top of her glasses. “You’re lucky you weren’t raped in that outfit,” she remarked to Millie.
“They were raping any woman who had clothes on!” said Millie. “Well, you know, non-skimpy clothes. I had to wear my underwear just to blend in. I did have a bra, but it got ripped off.”
“Hmm. Well congratulations for lasting this long,” said the professor. “Another day and I don’t think there will be a single unaffected woman remaining in this city. Another week, and every woman in the country might well be affected.”
“Except that you have a cure?” said Millie hopefully, sitting down on a chair in front of the desk. She tried to ignore the happy sigh she heard as her sister took a seat next to her and settled into the mass of poo in her panties.
“Well…” Professor Rennie hesitated. “Yes – I think so. It hasn’t been properly tested yet, but time is short and I feel I must forgo the customary scientific process. You see, what we are dealing with is a non-native life-form. How it got here is anybody’s guess, but these green leeches and hopping bugs, while possessing what is undoubtedly DNA, fit nowhere on the known tree of life. Yet they seem miraculously able to implant themselves into human bodies – the green semen which you have no doubt seen contains macroscopic zygotes – yes I said zygotes and not gametes – which can burrow into virtually any internal cavity wall. From there they secrete sex hormones directly into the bloodstream and almost immediately elevate the victim’s libido.”
“Uh-huh,” said Millie, “so can you cure Melissa?”
“Well I’d like to get a blood sample from you both first,” said the professor. “It will be valuable to compare two physiologies which are normally almost identical, but which now differ only as a result of the presence of these xenazoa … uh, sorry – that’s the name I’ve given them. So anyway … Millie is it? If I could have just a small sample of your blood…”
“I’m sorry?” asked Millie in surprise.
“A blood sample … or no cure,” said the professor bluntly, taking a packet out of her desk drawer. She ripped the wrapper off a hypodermic syringe and gestured for Millie to hold out her arm.
Millie sighed, then did so. She looked away (she hated needles) and bit her lip as she felt the prick of the needle in her arm. She was very relieved when the professor said, “Good – thank you. Now you, Melissa.”
Melissa looked reluctant, but at Millie’s urging she held out her own arm, and the professor took a second sample. Pleased, she labelled both syringes and then fetched a bottle from a cupboard in the corner of her office.
“This,” she said, “is a little-known but fairly harmless drug found in pharmacies across the country. It’s used for treating pinworm. It seems to knock out the xenazoa pretty effectively, so go ahead Melissa – take one and chew it up well before swallowing.” She opened the bottle and handed Melissa one of the pills. It was white and looked like a small aspirin tablet.
Melissa regarded it thoughtfully. “But if I take this,” she said slowly, “I won’t enjoy having poop in my panties, right?”
“That’s right,” said the professor. “You will also not give birth to giant stools filled with leech-like xenazoa. You will also find yourself of sound mind once more. I’m sure you’re reluctant, my dear, but do it for your sister.”
“Yes, Mel, do it for me,” urged Millie.
Melissa paused, clearly reluctant, but then she nodded, popped the pill in her mouth, chewed it up, and swallowed it. She smiled a little sadly at Millie, then shrugged. “I don’t feel any different,” she said.
“You won’t, for a while,” said the professor. “It’ll take some time for the drug to be absorbed into your system enough to kill the xenozoa. But in a few minutes, maybe as much as an hour, hopefully you should start to feel the effects.”
“Thank you!” said Millie happily. “Thank you so much, Professor Rennie!”
“Hmph, don’t thank me yet,” said the professor. “Like I said, this hasn’t been tested. A weak solution kills xenazoan zygotes in a test tube, but I really can’t predict how it will work on those implanted in the human body.”
“You know – I do feel different,” said Melissa suddenly. “Ugh – I can’t believe I’m sitting in a pile of shit!” She screwed up her face in disgust and shifted her bottom uncomfortably.
“Wow, that was fast,” said the professor wonderingly. “It must be pretty potent stuff. Listen, it’s not going to be enough to just cure one or two people at a time. We’ve got to get this into the city’s water supply.”
“How do we do that?” asked Millie.
“Well, I daren’t leave here right now,” said the professor. “It’s up to you two. Buy up all the pinworm medicine you can – make sure it’s the same brand – and grind it up into a powder. Then get yourselves up to one of the city’s reservoirs and dump it in. Do the same for all the reservoirs you can get to. The solution may be too dilute to have much effect, or indeed any, but it’s our only hope so we’ve got to try it. It’s a good sign that it worked so quickly on Melissa – perhaps it only takes a tiny amount.”
“Okay,” said Millie, nodding. “But won’t we need prescriptions for this?”
“Not for this drug,” said the professor. “You will need money, though – how much can you afford?”
“I’ll put it on Dad’s credit card,” said Millie. “So – will this fix the pooping problem too?”
“I have no idea.” The professor shrugged. “And I don’t know whether it will make men’s penises shrink back to their previous size. Like I said, I haven’t had a chance to test this on people yet.” She opened the bottle of worm pills, tipped a couple out, and handed them to Millie. “Here,” she said. “Just in case you get raped or something.”
Millie took them and smiled gratefully. “Thank you professor. Let’s go, Mel.” She pushed her chair back and got up.
Melissa rose awkwardly to her feet, grimacing at the sensation of the sticky mass of poo in her panties. “God,” she said, “I need to get to a toilet so I can clean up.”
“There’s a toilet outside the lab, on the left hand side of the corridor,” said the professor. “Good luck then, you two!” As the twins left the room, she turned her attention to the blood samples. “Now then, let’s see what we can find out from you…”
Outside, Melissa waddled through the lab after Millie. She was thoroughly grossed out by having all this poo in her panties, and plastered all over her bottom and pussy, and was finding her reaction hard to reconcile with the fact that a few minutes ago she had been enjoying the sensation very much. It was very confusing.
As they passed through the door at the far side of the lab, the twins found the bouncer chatting to a very pretty young woman who was wearing nothing but a skimpy thong. “I know you’ve always wanted me, Matt,” the girl was saying as she batted her eyelashes at him. “Do I have to get down on my knees and beg you to fuck me?”
Matt was clearly having a hard time resisting. Uh-oh, thought Millie to herself. If Matt succumbed to this seductress, the professor would soon find herself unprotected. She bit her lip anxiously, then sighed with relief as Matt shook his head.
“You’re not yourself, Courtney,” he said. “I’d love to, but I’d like to remain myself. And what I’m doing here is important.”
Millie and Melissa hurried on without waiting to see the outcome of the conversation. Melissa opened the door to the ladies’ toilet, but then she shuddered and closed it again. “I can’t go in there!” she said. “It’s disgusting!”
“Wait until we get home then, if you like,” said Millie. “At least you’ll seem like you’re still one of them.”
Melissa sighed. “Maybe. But I’m starting to itch – it’s getting dry or something.”
Millie glanced down at her sister’s panties – brown, and bulging oddly in places, and flattened where Mel had sat on it, and oozing poo from the waistband and leg-bands – and she patted Melissa’s shoulder in sympathy. “Poor Mel,” she said. “Never mind – at least we have a plan to fix all this craziness.”
They made it back to the station without mishap, and boarded a train. Their carriage was empty but for a naked lady in her early thirties who was eating a doughnut. Millie nudged Melissa. “I’d like to try something,” she said. “Let’s see how potent these pills really are.” She explained her plan to her sister, who nodded and smiled.
The twins got up and approached the lady, who looked up and smiled at them. “Hi,” said Melissa. “You have a gorgeous pair of lips – do you mind if I stick my tongue between them?”
The woman laughed. “Well, I’m not a lesbian, but I guess I can’t see any harm in it.”
Melissa bent down and placed her lips to those of the naked woman. As the lady’s eyes closed, Millie quickly used her fingernail to gouge out a tiny piece of one of her pills. Manoeuvring it between her thumb and forefinger, she crumbled it over the top of the woman’s doughnut. She nudged Melissa, who broke off from the kiss.
“That was nice!” said Melissa with a grin. “Thank you.”
The woman looked rather flushed. “Don’t mention it,” she said. “Do I get to kiss your sister too?”
Not wishing to seem reluctant, Millie bent down and kissed the woman, whose tongue immediately slipped between her lips. Millie responded with her own tongue, and tried to seem like she was enjoying it, though in fact she was feeling a little queasy. When she finally pulled away, she smiled. “Thank you,” she said.
She and Melissa returned to their seats, and watched as the woman returned to her doughnut. Having finished it, she started to masturbate, but her expression of lustful bliss soon faded rapidly and was replaced by one of confusion and anxiety. She folded her arms, crossed her legs, and huddled up against the window, looking quite upset.
“Powerful stuff!” whispered Millie to Melissa, who nodded.
The naked woman got off at the next stop, and five young men entered. Their eyes lit up when they saw Millie and Melissa. “Woo hoo, twins!” said one of them.
Millie and Melissa stared fearfully at them as they advanced. Millie covered her breasts with her hands, but the man nearest her merely laughed and grabbed her wrists. “She wants to cover up!” he exclaimed. “Boys, I think we’ve found a fraud!”
They were strong, and Millie yelped as she was hauled to her feet and then thrown down on to her hands and knees. She tried to get up, but a foot on her back prevented her.
“You leave her alone!” screamed Melissa, throwing her fist at the face of the man who was pinning Millie down. But for her pains she was merely thrown down next to Millie.
Both girls’ panties were ripped off. They struggled to get up or crawl away, but they were by now surrounded and being held down by strong hands. Millie screamed as she felt a huge penis tear into her virgin vagina and force its way deep inside her, and then she uttered staccato whimpers as the man behind her fucked her with powerful strokes.
“You bastards!” shrieked Melissa. “You’ll pay for this, I swear it, you fuckers!”
“Gag her, Jim,” said one of the men. “With her shitty undies.”
Jim laughed and picked up Melissa’s poo-filled panties. As Melissa continued to curse at the men, he threw the panties around her face and then pulled the ends back so that a large lump of poo in the seat of the panties was forced squishily into her mouth. Melissa tried to spit it out, but her panties were drawn tighter still, until Jim had enough spare material to tie a knot at the back of her head. Then he slid his gigantic cock into her vagina and started fucking her, while his friends cheered.
Melissa, revolted, tried desperately not to swallow any of the poo, but it began to liquefy in her mouth and she could not help swallowing involuntarily. This was so disgusting that she retched, but she quickly realised that if she vomited she might choke, so she willed her stomach into submission and simply tried to swallow as little as possible. As her cunt continued to be pounded by Jim’s huge erection, tears welled up and trickled down her cheeks, soaking into her panty-gag.
Millie was sobbing too, heartbroken that her first time should be like this. For a while she continued to wrestle against the hands holding her in place, but after a while she gave up the struggle, and resigned herself to being impregnated with green xenazoans. When it finally happened, she felt it – a surge of liquid pouring into her womb. Then she was turned over on to her back and one of the other men shoved his erection into her gaping (and slightly bloody) vaginal opening. Leering down at her, he leaned in for a kiss, and though Millie tried to turn her head away, he forced her head to face him and then stuck his tongue in her mouth. He tasted of stale cigarettes.
Then he rolled her over until he was underneath her and she was lying face down on top of him. She did not understand why, until suddenly she felt a large object pushing against her anus. She screamed with pain as another large penis was pushed deep into her rectum. All the men laughed at her cries.
The train stopped and the doors opened. Several more people climbed on board, including three middle-aged men who stopped short at the sight of the twins being gang-raped. “Man, that’s hot,” said one of them. “Can we join in?”
“Help yourself!” said Jim, who was having a smoke break. “I think the one on the left was a virgin when we started. Not any more though!”
Millie’s virginal status seemed to be earning her the most attention from the men on the train, who were by now arriving from other carriages to see what the noise was about. Nobody seemed to have any sympathy for her tears and cries for help – in fact the more distressed she became, the more turned-on they seemed to become. Hardly a moment passed when she did not have at least two cocks in her – usually they were in her anus or her vagina, but sometimes they shoved their erections down her throat and spurted their green semen into her stomach.
At one point, when Millie was lying on her back on the floor of the carriage, Melissa managed to free her hand long enough to pull her gag down away from her mouth. Not a moment too soon – the stench and taste of poo finally got the better of her, and the entire contents of her stomach surged up her gullet and erupted from her mouth. One of the men, seeing her retch, quickly grabbed her head and turned it, so that her vomit cascaded over Millie’s breasts and face. Millie coughed and spluttered, and the men in the carriage fell about in uproarious laughter.
“I’m so sorry Millie!” said Melissa, but she got no further because another penis was being shoved into her mouth.
“I need to take a dump,” said a balding man in his late forties. “Which of them should I do it on?”
“The virgin,” said another man immediately. “Except don’t do it on her – do it in her!”
The balding man laughed. “Right you are!” he said, and he pulled down his trousers and boxer shorts. “Hold her in position, then.”
The man currently fucking Millie’s vagina thrust faster and faster, and then spewed his sperm deep inside her. Then he pulled out and grabbed Millie’s left leg, while another man grabbed her right. Lifting her bottom off the floor, they pushed her legs right back until her vaginal opening was pointing skywards. The balding man squatted over her and then lowered himself until his anus was poised just over her cunt. Grunting, he bore down, and a long thick turd started to emerge. As it left his rectum, it began to slide into Millie’s vagina, and Millie, looking down between her legs in horror, saw the whole thing. It seemed to take forever – the turd kept sliding out of the man and into her, and soon she could feel it nudging up against her cervix. Still he continued – the poo bent, curled up, folded, and compressed, and before long Millie’s vagina was packed solid with this horrible man’s excrement.
“Let’s all shit on her!” said a short but rotund man with brown hair and glasses. “These days it seems I can shit as much or as little as I like, whenever I want.”
“We all can, dude,” said Jim. “Good idea though. We can cover them both from head to toe.”
“Yeah! Let’s do it!” came a chorus of voices.
“Wait, I haven’t fucked the virgin in the ass yet!” complained a wheezy voice from the back.
“You’ve had two fucks, Jerry, and that’s enough – it doesn’t sound like your heart could stand another,” said one of Jerry’s friends.
Nine men formed a circle around both girls, who were by now so exhausted that they did not even need to be held down, and together they all dropped their trousers. Seconds later, nine ropes of poo slithered swiftly out from between nine pairs of male buttocks, and Millie and Melissa held up their hands to fend off the descending poo. Quickly, however, some of the other bystanders moved in to restrain the girls’ arms, and then they could not prevent piles of poo from building up on their necks and faces.
After ten minutes of continuous defecating, the nine men stopped and pulled up their trousers, one after the other. Millie and Melissa were both covered with piles of poo, some of them over a foot in height – hardly a square inch of their flesh was showing below the chin. Bending down, the men began to smear their faeces all over the twins, all the way down to their feet, forming a fairly uniform layer of poo four inches deep. Melissa’s legs were then held apart, and one of the men started cramming as much poo as possible into her vagina. When no more would fit, he slid two fingers into her anus, then three fingers, then four, then five. She squealed in pain and writhed about, but her efforts were in vain, and soon she was screaming as the man’s fist was forced through her anus.
“Nice one Jack,” said one of the man’s friends. “See if you can bury your arm up to the elbow.”
“I’ll do the same with the virgin,” said another man, whose name was Lenny. Now it was Millie’s turn to scream again as she felt her anus burning with the pain of being forcibly distended to a diameter of at least four inches.
As it turned out, neither man managed to bury his arm all the way up to the elbow, but it was a very near thing – Jack’s elbow was just two inches away from Melissa’s anus when he finally gave up. As he pulled his arm out in disappointment, Melissa’s anus remained wide open for a while. Jack chuckled and took this opportunity to shove handfuls of poo into her rectum. The man with his arm in Millie’s rectum did the same, and soon Millie found that she very badly needed to poop.
“What are those white things?” asked Jack in puzzlement, looking over at several large, white worms that were wriggling through the poo coating Millie’s pussy. Millie, looking down, shuddered in disgust and hoped that they would not crawl inside her. They were about six inches in length, thicker than earthworms, and were completely smooth, without any segments.
“Pinworms,” said Lenny. “They’re mine. I had worms before … but when my dick grew big, I guess they grew big too.”
Pinworms! Millie had almost forgotten the pills. Where were they? Turning her head, she looked across the floor between the men’s feet, and spotted one of the pills lying under the seat she had previously been occupying. It was such a welcome sight that she almost smiled.
“Hey,” said the balding man, “let’s piss on them now.”
“And then,” said another man, “let’s barf on them.”
Millie and Melissa turned to exchange fearful glances with each other, but there was no hope of preventing this further abuse. So they lay still and gritted their teeth as urine rained down on their faces, and then they endured the awfulness of having the digested contents of fifteen stomachs thrown up all over their faces and poo-covered bodies. One man even vomited directly into Millie’s mouth while two other men held her jaws apart. Millie spat and spluttered, but could not avoid swallowing some of it.
The final indignity came when the men all took it in turns to empty their nostrils over the twins. One man blew his nose into Melissa’s mouth. Another scraped away several inches of poo on Millie’s pussy, rubbed his snot into her clitoris, working it well up under her clitoral hood, and then replaced the thick layer of poo.
For a while now the train had been sitting idle at the last stop on the line. Now the men, happy with their work and anxious to find new female flesh to abuse, filed out of the carriage and left the twins lying where they were. Several minutes later, Melissa was the first to speak.
“God, that was the worst thing ever,” she muttered. “Are you okay, hon?”
“I guess so,” said Millie. “I’m so tired though – and sore. I can’t even move.”
“Sure you can,” said Melissa, struggling to turn herself on to her side. “Come on Mil – we need to get off this train.”
“Won’t it take us back to our stop if we stay on it?” asked Millie.
“I don’t know,” said Melissa. “Maybe. But we can’t just lie here and wait. Other men might come aboard and this whole awful experience will repeat itself.”
Millie shuddered at the thought. “I guess I can move,” she said, and with a mighty effort she pushed herself up into a sitting position. Several pounds of poo began to slide slowly down her chest. Then the experience she had just been through suddenly became too overwhelming, and she began to sob in utter misery.
“Hush, Mil,” said Melissa, sitting up and taking Millie into her arms. She stroked her sister’s poo-streaked hair comfortingly. “There, there, my darling,” she said. “It’s all over now.”
They clung to each other, both crying now, for several minutes, until the train began to move again. Then Millie drew back a little and looked Melissa in the eyes. “I don’t know how I would have got through this without you here beside me,” she said. “Thank you for being such a comfort.”
Melissa smiled and stroked Millie’s cheek lovingly. Then she leaned forward and kissed her sister on the lips. “Hey, what are twin sisters for?” she said.
Millie smiled back, and then they both leaned in for another kiss. This time, their lips lingered, and then parted, and Melissa’s tongue slid forward and pushed between Millie’s lips. Millie sucked readily on her sister’s tongue, and her own twirled around and then slipped into Melissa’s mouth. For a minute they kissed deeply and hungrily, then they parted briefly to draw breath.
“I love you Melissa,” whispered Millie.
“I love you too, Millie,” replied Melissa, and she kissed Millie again. Reaching up with her hand, she sank her fingers into the poo on Millie’s chest and started caressing her sister’s left breast.
“Oh God, that feels so nice,” murmured Millie as their lips parted for a brief moment. She reached down between Melissa’s legs, pushing her hand into the thick mound of poo covering her sister’s pussy, and her probing fingers found Melissa’s clitoris.
Melissa began gasping as she felt her clit being gently rubbed. “Oh, yes!” she breathed. “I love that. Stick your fingers inside me too.”
But Millie grinned. “I have a better idea,” she said. “Lie down.”
Melissa obediently lay down on the floor, and Millie got on her hands and knees with her face above Melissa’s pussy. Bending down, she began to lick her sister’s poo-caked pussy, running her tongue between Melissa’s labia and sucking gently on her clitoris. The poo tasted nasty, but she didn’t mind – she was doing this for her wonderful sister, whom she loved. Then she felt Melissa tugging on her left leg, and she allowed her leg be lifted up and moved across to the other side of Melissa’s face. Now straddling Melissa, Millie settled down so that her sister could lick her pussy.
Now they were really in tune – kiss for kiss, lap for lap, caress for caress. Together they sank their tongues deep into the shit packed into each other’s vaginas, and slid their middle fingers into each other’s anuses. Their tongues coated with poo, they licked and sucked with perfect knowledge of how to bring each other to a climax. Moments later, “Oh God!” they moaned together as they reached simultaneous orgasms.
The train was coming to a stop. Millie sat up and looked out of the window. “This is us,” she said.
They both got up, fetched their purses, and stepped off the train on to the platform. As the doors closed and the train began to move again, Melissa cursed. “The pills!” she said.
“Oh crap,” said Millie. “Never mind – we know what brand to buy. We can pick some more up on the way home.”
Melissa nodded. “Or tomorrow. It’s getting kind of late.”
Their fronts still caked with thick layers of poo, and their backs almost clean apart from a few brown smears, they were an odd sight as they walked through the suburbs in the early evening. When they reached home, they found their parents naked and having sex on the living room floor. Strangely, the sight did not gross them out as it might once have done.
“Hi Mom, hi Dad,” they said.
“Hello darlings,” said Pam. “Leftovers for dinner – just heat it up in the microwave. We’ve already eaten.”
“Thanks,” said Millie.
They ate quietly. A chunk of poo dropped from Millie’s shoulder on to her plate – she picked it up with her fork along with a couple of pieces of twisty pasta, and popped it into her mouth. “I’d like to sleep with you tonight,” she said.
Melissa nodded. “Me too,” she said. “Do you want to shower first or just go to bed as we are?”
Millie thought for a moment. “Shower first,” she decided. “I guess I don’t mind being covered in poo as much as I would have thought, but it will be nice to be clean again, too.”
Melissa smiled at her. “Okay, my darling,” she said.
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When Laura arrived home, she too was still covered with poo – and if anything, even more so than the twins. Danny met her with a kiss. “Where were you?” he asked. “I was worried.”
“Oh, I was just hanging out in the poop-wrestling tank,” she said. “I fell asleep, and I guess a gateway opened there, because I had one of those awful dreams, and when I woke up there was a crack in the wall.”
“Well why don’t you go and clean up,” said Danny, “and then come down for something to eat. I have a surprise for you.”
Intrigued, Laura went upstairs, pulled off the ‘zero’ that she was still wearing, and stepped into the shower. When she turned it on, however, only warm diarrhoea came out. She used it to wash off the harder poo caking her body, turning around and around under the shower head, even washing her hair under the stream of liquid poo. Then she reached down to her pussy and started masturbating. By the time she climaxed, the shower head had started producing water, and she rinsed herself off.
She dried herself, and then wandered downstairs, naked. She found Danny in the kitchen – he was making sandwiches for her. “Go and sit down in the living room,” he said. “I’ll bring these through in a minute.”
Her parents were watching television. Laura sat down in an armchair, and instantly cockroaches swarmed over her. She ignored them, mostly, except that she parted her legs slightly so they would have an easier time of crawling inside her vagina. “What’s this?” she asked, watching a naked woman fingering her pussy in intimate close-up on the television screen.
“Local news,” said her father.
Laura raised her eyebrows in surprise, and continued to watch intrigued as the rounded tip of a poo emerged from the woman’s cunt. She pushed it back in with one finger, and the camera pulled back to reveal more of the woman’s body. Laura gasped as she recognised the woman’s face – it was respected newsreader Janet Bowers.
“In other news,” said Janet, a little breathlessly, “gangs of rapists roamed the city today, raping any woman they found who was dressed in conventional clothing. A police spokesman stated that the women ‘had it coming’.”
Danny now arrived from the kitchen with Laura’s sandwiches. He handed her the plate and then started fondling her large breasts.
“What’s the surprise?” Laura asked.
Danny handed her a piece of paper. Laura saw that it was a notice regarding next Sunday’s church service. “What’s so interesting?” she inquired.
“Just read it,” said Danny.
So Laura opened it up, and read the following:
Please be advised that there is a dress code for Sunday’s service. All women under the age of fifty and girls over the age of ten must wear nothing more than a pair of panties.
Please also note that on Sunday, for the first time, the minister will be offering a human sacrifice. The victim will be a teenaged girl, selected by lottery during the service in a special ceremony that will conclude with the girl being sacrificed. Parents with teenaged girls are therefore required to bring them along, as well as any other teenaged girls that they can find.
Many thanks to Mrs Ferguson, who will be providing the flowers for the ceremony.
“Good grief!” exclaimed Laura. “Human sacrifice?”
Danny nodded soberly. “I really hope it’s not you that’s selected, Laura.”
“Me too!” said Laura. “Wow, I sure hope there are a lot of teenaged girls there – I’d hate to get there and find out I’m the only one!”
“That would suck,” agreed Danny. “Perhaps we can get Candy to come along And maybe some of your friends from school?”
“Good idea,” said Laura. “I’ll ask around tomorrow. Maybe I’ll put up a notice.”
“It might be best not to mention the human sacrifice part though,” advised Danny.
“Yes!” said Laura fervently.
She finished her sandwiches in silence, only moaning occasionally when Danny stroked her clitoris. When she had finished, she put her plate down. “Ready for some sex?” she asked him impishly.
“Always,” he grinned, and the two of them ran upstairs.
Mr Moss watched them go, then he got up and fetched his videocamera.
”What are you doing?” asked Allie.
“I’m going to go and film the kids,” said her husband. “I thought it might be nice to watch the video later while we’re making love.”
“Good idea,” said Allie with a smile. “Have fun! I’m just going to sit here and masturbate while I watch Janet Bowers for a little longer. She’s promised to stick a champagne bottle up her anus, later in the broadcast. Want me to record that for you?”
“Yes please,” said John, and he left the room and headed upstairs with his camcorder.
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Sam and Erin’s room at the White House was beautiful. Already, however, there was poo everywhere. “This is getting silly,” said Sam with a sigh as she squatted over Erin’s naked body.
Erin was covered from neck to knees in poo, and was delightedly catching fresh excrement and rubbing it all over herself. “I don’t know,” she responded. “I kind of like it!”
“But it’s taking me twenty to twenty-five minutes to poop now,” said Sam. “Half an hour after I stop, I start again. Pretty soon I’m going to be pooping non-stop!”
“I know,” said Erin. “But pretty soon all women are going to be in the same boat – you won’t be alone.”
Sam nodded. “I know. And I guess I shouldn’t complain – it does feel great after all.”
Just then, Erin’s anus opened up and she started pooping herself. “Ooh,” she said with a happy sigh. “This is sooner than I expected. It’s only been three hours since I last went.”
As ropes of poo slithered out of both their anuses, their conversation turned to their hosts. “What did you think of the First Lady?” asked Sam.
“Very nice,” said Erin. “Good kisser.” She grinned. “So is Kimberly.”
Sam chuckled. The president’s daughter had turned up for dinner in pink panties that were bulging with her faeces, and a matching pink bra that also contained a great deal of poo. She had explained that she loved the way it felt on her nipples. Neither the president nor his wife had objected to her coming to the table like that. The girl was heavily pregnant – Sam judged that she would probably give birth that night or possibly early the next morning. After the meal they had sat around and chatted, until eventually Kimberly had bade them goodnight, giving them all a goodnight kiss before she left. The kiss she gave Sam had lasted several minutes, during which Sam had slid her hand inside the girl’s panties and fucked her with two fingers. Kimberly’s kiss with Erin had been equally passionate.
A knock on the door put a temporary halt to their reminiscences. “Come in!” called Sam.
The door opened and in walked Kimberly. She was a pretty girl, with reddish-blonde hair and freckles. Her breasts, enhanced by her pregnancy, were larger than those of her mother, but still no more than a C-cup. She was naked, and clean. “I’m sorry to bother you,” she said, “but I’ve been having these horrible nightmares about being raped by demons. Would you mind if I sleep with you two?”
Sam looked quizzically at Erin, who shrugged. “Sure,” said Sam. “But I warn you – Erin’s got wandering hands.” She and Erin both laughed.
“You both have,” said Kimberly. “But I don’t mind.”
“On a more serious note, though,” said Erin, “we’re both real shit factories these days. Coming to bed with us means waking up buried in poop.”
“That’s okay,” said Kimberly. “I like being covered in poop.”
Sam grinned. “Then you’ve come to the right place. Hop in, girl.”
Kimberly climbed into bed next to Erin, who started rubbing handfuls of poo into the fifteen-year-old girl’s shaved pussy. Sam, having just finished pooping, lay down on Erin’s other side and pulled the sheets over them all. “Goodnight then,” she said, as she turned out the lights.
Erin made love to Kimberly for about an hour after Sam had fallen asleep. During this time, of course, Sam defecated again, and Erin had fun coating Kimberly’s body with poo. She also managed to get her fist into both Kimberly’s vagina and her anus, the latter of which made Kimberly whimper somewhat, though she moaned blissfully enough once Erin started thrusting her fist back and forth inside the girl’s rectum.
Once Kimberly had climaxed, she fell asleep with Erin’s hand still buried in her anus. She dreamed that a new gateway to Hell opened in this very room, and out of it poured an army of little red-skinned demons no more than fourteen inches in height. Though she struggled, they subdued her by sheer weight of numbers, and carried her off into the crack in the wall. Taking her to a chamber which dripped pus and vomit from the ceiling on to her naked body, they strapped her down on a large table, and then took it in turns to crawl inside her vagina and eat her insides. When each had eaten its fill, it crawled back out of her cunt and the next one crawled in. Kimberly screamed and screamed until she had no breath left to scream with, and as her lifeblood poured from her vagina she felt sure she was about to die.
Erin dreamed of a pleasant walk through a sun-dappled forest glade. She was alone, and naked, and it was a beautiful day. She sat down on a log and happily breathed the clean air and listened to the songs of the little woodland birds. Then she felt a wriggling sensation against her pussy, and she looked down to see that the log was actually rotten, and crawling with little white maggots of all shapes and sizes. She could feel them squirming into her cunt. Alarmed, she tried to get to her feet, but she found she could not – her bottom seemed to be glued to the log. Then large beetles with wicked-looking jaws started emerging from the soft, rotting wood, and all of them made straight for her and began climbing all over her. She tried to brush them off, but they were clinging tightly to her skin with strong hooked feet. When she finally managed to pull one off, it left little gashes in her flesh.
All at once, the beetles crawling on her started biting her, and she screamed in fear and pain. The beetles kept biting, and as they bit deeper into her flesh, they dived headfirst into the wound, burrowing into her skin. Wailing in terror and thrashing helplessly about, Erin tried to pull them off, but there were far too many of them, and soon she gave up. There were hundreds of beetles eating their way through her body now, and she felt herself getting weaker and weaker as blood seeped from her many little wounds.
Sam did not dream at all, and had a very restful night’s sleep.
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Millie and Melissa had their first nightmares that night. For both of them it was the same – a gateway opened up in their rooms and they were dragged into it, kicking and screaming, by huge demons. They were thrown into a cell which contained the most sadistic rapists in human history. Both of them were beaten and raped more brutally than they could have possibly imagined. The ordeal drove them close to insanity, and it seemed like it would last forever.