Both women awoke screaming. They hugged each other close, and cuddled for a moment until they felt a little less scared. Then Sam rolled back, and found her bottom squishing into a huge pile of fresh poo – she had apparently defecated massively during the night.
Then Erin gasped. “My belly!” she exclaimed.
Sam threw back the covers, and brushed cockroaches from Erin’s poo-streaked body. The girl’s belly was huge now – she looked well overdue – and Sam looked in concern at Erin’s agonized face. “Are you in pain, sweetheart?” she asked.
“Yes,” gasped Erin, “but … I feel sick.” She sat up and turned herself over on to her hands and knees. Her belly dragged in the pile of poo on the bed. Then she retched, and, as her mouth opened, a column of what looked like soft poo rushed out of her mouth. It fell on to the bed in a continuous stream and started coiling up in a big pile while Sam looked on helplessly.
“Erin!” she cried in alarm. “Is there anything I can do?”
Erin shook her head, and continued to vomit poo for the next ten minutes, until there was a pile on the bed fourteen inches high and a couple of feet wide. Then she turned herself over and lay down on top of the pile of poo, so that it splurged out around her neck and shoulders. “I think it’s coming!” she whispered. She lifted her knees up and spread her legs wide apart.
Sam shuffled down the bed until she was between Erin’s legs, staring down at her lover’s pussy. Erin’s vagina was about three inches dilated. “Push!” she said, not knowing what else to do.
Erin pushed, and immediately a thick poo snaked out of her anus, building up quickly into a large mound that partially obscured her vagina. Sam squished it down a little with her hand, so that she could see properly. As Erin continued to push, something began to emerge from her vagina – something brown.
“I don’t believe it!” Sam exclaimed. “It’s more poo! Your belly must be full of it!”
“Then why,” said Erin, gritting her teeth and straining hard, “is it so damn hard to … aarggghhhh … get rid of!”
“I don’t know!” said Sam. “Just keep pushing.” She watched as Erin’s vagina reached four inches in diameter, and the rounded end of a massive brown poo began to push its way out. Erin strained hard, and the poo came a little further out, stretching Erin’s cunt to a painful five inches. This, however, seemed to be the limit, for the poo started coming out more quickly now, and turned out to be a long cylinder, five inches across. Straight and hard it was, firmer to the touch than most turds, and it reached eighteen inches in length before it even began to bend down towards the sheet under its own weight. When two feet of it had emerged, its tip finally hit the bed, whereupon it continued to slide forwards, straight as an arrow, as more and more of it extruded from Erin’s grossly stretched vagina.
“What … is it?” panted Erin.
“It’s this huge poo-thing,” said Sam. “But it’s really solid, and really wide.”
“I can tell that!” gasped Erin, and she bore down again.
Sam pulled the covers completely off the bed to make room for the giant poo, which was nearing the bottom end. Erin looked as if she was impaled upon a thick brown pole, which if truth be told was quite an erotic sight for Sam. However, she was too worried about Erin’s well-being to get very aroused by it. The poo was now extending out over the floor by six inches or so, and its rate of expulsion from Erin’s cunt showed no signs of ending. It reached four feet in length, and then five, and then six. It bent slowly downwards towards the floor, and eventually hit the carpet. Seven feet long now. Still Erin bore down, her face red and sweaty with the effort. Eight feet. Nine. And now at last something was changing. The poo emerging from Erin’s vagina was becoming paler, translucent. Instead of a solid brown and poo-like, it was taking on a greenish colour and a mottled appearance. Soon Sam realized that what was now emerging was a thin, transparent, tube-like structure within which were crammed thousands of greenish-brown objects. They were wriggling, and she shivered with fear.
“Not long now,” she said to Erin, not knowing what to tell her poor lover.
But there seemed to be as much of this tube as there had been of the poo. Four feet, five, six … and then, mercifully, the end popped out, followed by a flood of diarrhea-like fluid which gushed out of Erin’s cunt for a full ten seconds before turning thicker and sludge-like. For the next minute or so, while Erin lay panting with exhaustion, this sludge continued to ooze out of her vagina, spreading out in a little lake that surrounded her bottom.
“Thank goodness … that’s over!” panted Erin.
The bag-like tube was now breaking open in several places. “Um,” said Sam, “You appear to have given birth to lots of little green creatures, in a sort of long egg-thing which came out after the big poo. I think we should kill them, don’t you?”
“Ugh!” said Erin, and with an effort she propped herself up on her elbows. Looking down between her legs, she saw a mass of wriggling green creatures which were spilling out of the long pale tube which had just come out of her. “Yes! Kill them!”
Sam picked one up and tried to crush it. It was about two inches long and shaped like a leech, but much wider at the front than at the back. It had a pair of bulging white eyes, and a pointed nose that gave its head a somewhat fish-like appearance. Behind the head, its body was segmented like that of an earthworm, except that the segments were much wider. Beneath its head was a sucking mouth, and there was another sucker beneath its tail. These suckers allowed the creatures to locomote like leeches, which they did with surprising speed. Sam’s attempts to crush the one she was holding, however, came to nothing – it was incredibly tough. Eventually she put it on top of the dresser and hit it hard with the heel of one of Erin’s shoes, which made it explode in a little shower of brown slime.
The other creatures seemed to be feeding on the giant poo which had emerged into the world just before they had. When Sam tried to pick them up, however, a good many of them arched off with great speed, excreting brown slime as they went. Sam managed to kill a couple of them – the rest found hiding places under the bed or in the heaps and puddles of drying poo.
“God my pussy’s sore,” complained Erin. Her vagina was still gaping open, but thankfully it had not torn. A couple of cockroaches ran inside and disappeared. Sam slapped some cool poo on to Erin’s pussy and rubbed it well in, pushing some of it inside. “Ooh, that feels nice,” said Erin.
“I think we should call in sick,” said Sam. “At least, I should call you in sick and say I’m going to stay home and look after you. I’m owed plenty of vacation time still – I can’t see Toby objecting.”
Erin nodded. “That’s fine,” she said. “I feel all shaky and weak.”
“I think perhaps, if you’re feeling up to it later, today might be the ideal time to go and see this minister of yours,” said Sam. “Try and put a stop to this gateway to Hell thing once and for all.”
“Speaking of which,” said Erin, looking over at the far wall.
Sam looked, and gasped. The crack was now nearly two feet wide, and actually open – there was a split in the middle about two inches wide. Sam got up off the bed and went over to it. She peered into the crack, but it was dark and she could see nothing. Tentatively, she reached out with one hand and started to push her hand into the crack.
“Be careful Sam!” warned Erin.
Sam nodded, but continued to reach in. When her arm had disappeared up to the elbow, she misgave and withdrew it suddenly. “It’s deep,” she said. “If that fleshy stuff is soft enough, we might actually be able to squeeze through.”
“But why would you want to?” asked Erin. “I’m more concerned about things actually coming out!”
Sam took a few paces back from the crack. “Yes,” she said. “I think today is definitely the day for seeing your minister woman.”
“Okay,” said Erin, “just give me an hour or so to recover.” She closed her legs and started massaging her pussy. “God, that hurt. Remind me never to get pregnant with a real baby. Hey – while we’re on the subject, have you noticed your belly this morning?”
Sam looked down, and shuddered. Her abdomen was definitely swollen. “Oh crap,” she said. “I guess I’m going to give birth to this ‘plague’ that the demon was talking about. He told me I’d die if I got an abortion, so my only chance is to carry it to term and then … well, perhaps you can do a better job of destroying whatever comes out than I did with your little green leech things.”
Sam brought Erin some fruit juice, and then the two women showered together. They were almost clean when the water coming out of the shower head turned to liquid poo, which quickly covered them from head to toe. “God!” exclaimed Erin, coughing and spluttering. “What, we can’t even get clean now?”
They sat in the bath together, waiting to see if the water came clean again. The liquid poo did not drain well, and the level in the tub began to build up. Sam and Erin, to pass the time, began to make love, while more and more diarrhea accumulated around them until they were a foot deep in it. When both of them had had their second orgasm, and the level of poo was reaching the overflow, Sam sat up and said, “This is ridiculous. We need to turn off the taps.”
But then, at last, the diarrhea turned to water again, and they cheered. Standing up, they washed themselves quickly, then each in turn lifted a leg out of the poo, washed it, stepped out of the tub with that leg, and then washed the other leg. Then they turned the shower off. “I hope that poo drains away,” said Erin. “What the hell is it with us and poo, Sam?”
“Beats me,” said Sam. “Maybe your minister can help with that one.”
They called Erin in sick, and Sam persuaded Toby to let her have the day off so she could look after Erin. Then they called Erin’s minister, whose name was Trudy Sharp, and Trudy agreed to see them that morning.
“Okay,” said Erin, “now this woman is a minister, and will probably not look too kindly on our usual type of attire, so let’s go with a more conservative look today.”
“Right,” said Sam, nodding. “But I don’t have anything conservative here. Let’s see what’s in your wardrobe.”
She found herself a nice minidress, which came down to mid-thigh. It looked horribly long to her, and she went in search of a pair of scissors. As she was about to cut it, however, Erin saw her and said, “What are you doing?”
“I’m just trimming this dress down a bit,” said Sam. “I know we said conservative, but don’t you think this dress is unnecessarily long?”
“No,” said Erin. “It’s fine.” She herself had picked out a nice blouse and a knee-length skirt. “This, on the other hand, is definitely too long. Would you mind?”
Sam cut it down to a little shorter than mid-thigh length, and Erin nodded with satisfaction. Neither woman wore a bra, and Erin wore a pair of string-fronted panties while Sam opted for her other pair of transparent film incontinence panties.
“I feel so overdressed,” complained Sam as they drove towards Erin’s parents’ church. To make up for it, she pulled her dress up so that her panties, and hence her pussy, was revealed.
“You be careful in there,” said Erin. “If you start flashing your pussy at her, she’ll most likely throw us both out.”
They parked on the street just outside the rectory, then they went up to the front door and rang the doorbell. When the door opened, Sam was surprised by how young the woman looked – in fact she scarcely seemed older than Sam herself. She was also dressed in surprisingly informal attire – jeans and a t-shirt, with no dog collar in sight. She was slightly plump, with medium-sized breasts, and her smile was warm and friendly.
“Hello Erin,” she said. “And you must be Sam.” She extended her hand. “I’m Trudy. Sorry about the lack of …” She gestured vaguely at her neck. “But I was gardening. Do come in, both of you.”
She brought them cups of coffee, and sat down with them in her small living room. “Now, what seems to be the, uh…?” she asked.
“We have a strange tale to tell you,” said Sam, “and we really need you to keep an open mind until you’ve given us a chance to prove it to you.”
“Very well,” said Trudy. “I believe very strongly in keeping an open mind, so I don’t think you’ll find me problematic on that, um… Let’s hear your story.”
“Last Friday,” said Sam, “I dreamed that I was raped by this demon who came out of a crack in the wall of my bedroom. It was a horrible, awful, really vivid dream, and I was so relieved when I woke up.”
“That sounds nasty!” said Trudy. “But, um, before we continue, do you think you might, um, close your, um…?”
Sam looked down, and realized that her knees were more than a foot apart – Trudy could see right up her dress! “I’m most dreadfully sorry!” she said, crossing her legs.
“Don’t worry about it,” said Trudy. “Please go on.”
“Anyway,” said Sam, “I woke up, and was rather alarmed to find that there was a charred line in the wallpaper running down the wall where I had dreamed the demon had come from. It had to be a coincidence, I thought, but it was certainly a scary one. Anyway, the next night I dreamed that I was actually pulled through the crack in the wall, and taken down this tunnel made of purple flesh. Lots of nasty things happened to me, including being raped by another demon. Now, I’d never had this kind of dream before, let alone two such similar dreams on consecutive nights, and when I awoke, I found that the line in the wallpaper was bigger, the paper was peeling away, and underneath was this squishy purple stuff that was just like the tunnel walls in my dream.
“Other weird things started happening. For one thing, I found myself unable to poop normally. Every time I pooped, it would be accidentally, into my panties. And each time there was more of it – more than I could possibly have had in my bowels. Also, I used to be a very conservative dresser – never one to wear miniskirts or low-cut tops. Yet now I found that I was not comfortable unless I was showing off my body in ridiculously skimpy outfits. And another thing – my apartment became completely overrun with cockroaches. Millions of them, it seemed. Each morning I would wake up covered in them.
“The dreams continued. Every night. Erin and I started going out earlier this week, and when she spent the night at my place, she had exactly the same dream that I did. And this time, Erin was impregnated … with something – the demon told me it was the ‘seed of a new breed’. He also told me that I would be impregnated too, with a plague that would infect all of humanity.”
“When we woke up, Erin was of course horrified by the dream, and she insisted that I come and stay with her for a while. The crack in the wall was even bigger, and these weird worms were coming out of it – I’d dreamed about them.” She paused. “How am I doing?”
“I’m not finding it easy to believe you,” said Trudy, “but I’m still listening. You say you can prove this?”
“Well, I can’t prove what I dreamed, but I can certainly show you the crack in the wall – both cracks, actually, because after I moved into Erin’s apartment another gateway started opening up.”
“A gateway?” inquired Trudy.
“Yes – we figure it’s a gateway into Hell – and it’s opening up wherever I choose to spend the night. So now there’s one in Erin’s apartment, and this morning Erin gave birth to all these horrible little slimy green things. So what we want to know is, can you stop it? Can you perform an exorcism or something, and close the gateway forever?”
“An exorcism?” said Trudy. “That’s a little out of my league. Besides which, I don’t believe in demonic … um … possession. And neither of you seems possessed anyway. As for your house – well, you might have better luck with a parapsychologist. Someone who specializes in dealing with the paranormal.”
“But this isn’t just paranormal,” said Erin, “this is religious-type stuff! We’re talking about Hell here! You’re a minister – wouldn’t you want to know if there was a gateway opening up that would allow demons to pass into this world from the bowels of Hell?”
Trudy shook her head. “If I thought that that was a possibility,” she said, “yes I would investigate it. But I cannot bring myself to believe that a gateway to Hell is really opening up in your apartment. It’s just too fantastic.”
“But it’s really happening!” insisted Sam. “We can show you!”
“Indeed,” said Trudy levelly. She looked at her watch. “Well, I must really get back to my gardening. If you two would kindly excuse me…”
Sam felt pressure build in her bowels, and she gasped as her anus was forced open. “You want proof?” she snapped. “Here!” She turned around and lifted her dress.
“Oh my great heavens, that’s disgusting!” exclaimed Trudy. She turned to leave, but Erin blocked her path.
“Look at her!” said Erin firmly. “You say you have an open mind, but I’ve seen no evidence of that. Don’t close your eyes to this! What you are about to see is physically impossible.”
Reluctantly, Trudy turned back to watch Sam’s poo as it pushed out the back of the incontinence panties and began to grow into a large, sagging bulge. This time it was flowing quite quickly, and Trudy’s jaw was dropping lower and lower as Sam’s panties filled with an ever-increasing weight of poo. Five minutes passed, and Sam finally stopped pooping. She sat down carefully on the sofa, and her poo squished around everywhere, some of it even squirting up into her cunt.
“Don’t worry about the sofa,” she said to a dumbfounded Trudy. “These are good panties – they’ll hold it all.”
“I … don’t believe it!” exclaimed Trudy.
“What’s more difficult to believe is that I woke up in bed this morning having produced the same quantity of poo overnight!” said Sam. “I’m generating poo at an unbelievable rate, yet I’m eating no more than usual. It’s impossible, is what it is, and I’m betting it’s a side-effect of the gateway to Hell opening up in my room.”
“Now,” said Erin, “will you at least come with us and take a look at the gateway? If you don’t think it’s anything to worry about, we’ll never bother you again. If you do, however, then perhaps you can suggest a course of action.”
Silently, Trudy nodded. She grabbed a bible from her bookshelf, and said, “I’ll take a look. Lead on then.”
They said very little as they drove back to Erin’s apartment. As they took the elevator up to Erin’s floor, Sam said, “We should warn you that this morning’s incident, with Sam giving birth and all, was very messy and so the room is pretty disgusting and smelly. But don’t worry – we won’t make you stay in there long.”
They led her into the apartment, Sam waddling on account of the massive amount of poo in her panties, and then they went into Erin’s bedroom. Trudy immediately put a hand over her nose and started coughing. A roach ran up her leg, and she squealed and stamped her foot in an attempt to shake it off. This attempt failed, but Erin quickly flicked it off with her finger.
Sam pointed to the crack in the wall. “There,” she said.
Trudy stared at the purplish-pink pulsating flesh with her mouth wide open. When a black segmented worm crawled out of it and dropped on to the floor, she shrieked. Then, when she noticed that the floor was covered in cockroaches, she shrieked again.
“Now how do you explain that?” demanded Erin, pointing at the gateway.
At that moment, a thick, knobbly black arm shot out of the central crack, and grabbed Trudy’s arm. Trudy screamed, and Erin and Sam immediately leaped to her side and took hold of her. Sam kicked out at the arm, but it would not release its grip. Then Erin closed her mouth over its wrist and bit it hard, and it let go, causing all three women to fall back on to the floor. Trudy sat down hard on the giant poo that Erin had given birth to earlier, and she hastily jumped up in horror. “I need to get out of here!” she wailed. Neither she nor Erin nor Sam saw the green bug-eyed leech which arched its way up her ankle and disappeared up the leg of her jeans.
In the living room, Sam and Erin tried to calm the minister down. “What’s your verdict?” asked Sam.
“You’re obviously playing some horrible trick on me!” said Trudy. “That’s my verdict!”
Sam and Erin looked at each other. “Well, we’re not,” said Erin. “What you just saw was real, and it’s something Sam and I have been living with for the past few days. Except that the arm was new – we haven’t seen that before. But that makes it all the more important for us to close that gateway down – so that nothing can get out, and we can’t get dragged in.”
“Why don’t you just move?” demanded Trudy in a state of near hysteria.
“We told you – it follows Sam,” said Erin. “Wherever we go, it will follow her. This place is no less safe than any other.”
“The rectory might be,” said Sam suddenly.
“No!” exclaimed Trudy, and added hastily, “If it followed you here, it will follow you anywhere. The rectory is not hallowed ground – it’s no more special than anywhere else, from a religious perspective.”
“So what do you suggest?” asked Sam.
Trudy shrugged her shoulders, and sank down to sit on the floor. “This is way out of my league,” she said. “I really have no idea what to do. But if it truly is a means for demons – is that what that thing was? – to come through into our world, then something indeed needs to be done. Maybe you should try the Catholics – they’re more in tune with the forces of evil.” She gave a mirthless laugh.
“No,” said Erin firmly. “Trudy, remember who you are. You’re a servant of God. You’re as qualified as you need to be to do this. I haven’t been religious for years, now, but this experience has taught me that there really is a Hell, and it’s something I want to avoid. So call upon your knowledge of God’s teachings, and the Bible, and whatever else you learned at theological college, and close this thing! If you do, I promise I’ll go to church every Sunday from now on.”
Trudy was slowly but surely pulling herself together. She was not a minister for nothing. “Very well,” she said at last. “But I’ll need to do some research, ask a few colleagues for their opinions, even browse the internet a bit. If I’m to attempt this, I want to be as prepared as possible.”
“So you will try it?” asked Erin hopefully.
“Yes,” said Trudy. “See me after church on Sunday, and I’ll discuss it some more with you.”
Erin paled. “By Sunday, the gateway might have opened up completely!” she said.
“I will not be rushed!” snapped Trudy. Then she sighed. “I’m sorry,” she said. “But my research will take time. I suggest you move into a motel in the meanwhile. Now if you will please take me home…”
They did so, and then returned to Erin’s apartment. A message was waiting on Erin’s answering machine. She hit the play button.
“Erin? It’s Dad. Sorry to bother you, but I’m in a bit of a jam. We grounded Danny at the weekend – he came home drunk out of his skull at three in the morning – but we’re going out tonight to celebrate our anniversary and can’t really trust him not to go out with his friends. Would you come over and baby-sit? Well, not baby-sit exactly – just supervise him and make sure he doesn’t go anywhere. Or invite his friends round. You know Laura would try to do the right thing, but she has absolutely no power over Danny. So anyway, if you could come over tonight at about seven o’clock I’d be really grateful! Bye.”
“Oh terrific!” muttered Erin. “I can’t believe Dad’s asking for me to baby-sit Danny! He’s seventeen!”
“Danny’s your brother?” asked Sam with interest.
“Yeah,” said Erin glumly. “And a right little tearaway he is. I’m willing to bet that getting drunk was the least of his sins last weekend. But to have to baby-sit him and Laura – man that sucks!”
“Laura’s your sister?” asked Sam.
“Yes – and she couldn’t be more different from Danny. She’s a real Godbod – even more than Mum and Dad. Man, she’d totally freak if she saw how I’ve been dressing this week!” She sighed. “I’ll have to be on my best behaviour this evening, or she’ll be telling Mum and Dad tales about her slutty older sister.”
“How old is she?”
“Just turned sixteen.”
“How about if I come with you?” suggested Sam. “Might make the evening go a bit quicker for you.”
“Oh Sam, I’d love for you to be there,” said Erin fervently. “Thank you. Only…” She paused. “We can’t let Laura know we’re lovers. She’ll give us a big lecture on how we’re going to Hell for being lesbians.”
Sam sank down on to the sofa, her huge mass of poo squishing pleasantly under her. Her thoughts however were not for once on these delicious sensations. “She wouldn’t be far wrong,” she remarked to Erin.
Erin sat down beside Sam. “Yes, she would,” she said firmly. “For one thing, Trudy’s going to make sure we don’t get harassed by demons any more. For another, your problems with the gateway started before we got together.” She shrugged. “And for another, the Bible doesn’t actually have anything against lesbians. It’s dead against men having sex, but it doesn’t seem to consider lesbianism a problem. Probably because it was written by men who were in denial about love between women.” She sighed.
Just then, they heard movement in the bedroom. They stared at each other in alarm, and then Erin got up and cautiously crept to the bedroom door. Then she screamed and ran to the kitchen. Sam jumped up, alarmed, and ran after her. “What’s going on?” she cried.
“There’s a demon!” shrieked Erin. “It’s coming through the gateway!” She grabbed her largest knife – a heavy duty cook’s knife – and hurried back into the bedroom, with an anxious Sam in tow. Inside the bedroom, a hideous creature was struggling to get through the crack. It had one knobbly knee through, and most of its upper body. Its head was charred black and contained glowing red eyes. Horns sprouted from its skull – five of them – and it had no nose, just a hole with an oily black substance oozing from it. When it saw the women, it grinned, but the wrong way – it showed two vertical rows of razor-sharp teeth. Erin leaped towards it, thrashing wildly with her knife. Her first blow caught it on its only free arm, while her second stabbed it through the shoulder. It swung its arm, knocking Erin off her feet, but she was back up again in a second and stabbing at it again, this time from behind. Unable to see properly to defend itself, the demon now tried desperately to get back into the wall. It howled as Erin sank her knife into its back, and then with a mighty wrench it pulled itself through the crack and disappeared.
Erin dropped her knife and burst into tears. Sam quickly ran over and took Erin into her arms. “My love, that was the bravest, most impressive thing I’ve ever seen,” she said. “I’m so proud of you! Thank you for saving our lives.”
Erin smiled through her tears. “It was just instinct, really,” she said. “I didn’t want it coming into the room!”
Sam nodded. “But we can’t watch the crack all the time,” she said thoughtfully. “When we’re asleep, we might really have demons coming into our room – and they might really and truly rape us! I think we need a guard dog or something.”
“A guard dog?” inquired Erin. “A real dog?”
Sam nodded. “Something friendly to us, but really fierce to intruders. Something that will let us know the instant something tries to come through the gateway, and if necessary something that will fight for us.”
Erin thought about this. “Actually, that’s a great idea,” she said. “Let’s get ourselves a dog!”
Sam smiled. “Okay … um, how does one go about doing that?”
Erin shrugged. “There’s a place near where I live – K9 Kennels – which I think specializes in breeding security dogs. Dobermans, German Shepherds, Rottweilers and the like. We could try there.”
“Sounds good – if a little scary,” said Sam. “Let’s go!”
“Okay!” said Erin with a smile. “But, um, hadn’t you better empty your panties first?”
“Oh,” said Sam, slightly crestfallen. “I guess so. Where would you like me to do that?”
Erin shrugged. “On the bed, or in the bath – either isn’t going to make much difference to what’s there already.”
Sam nodded, and went through to the bedroom. She emptied her panties on to the bed, and then took off Erin’s dress. “Can we put on something a little skimpier for our trip to the kennels?” she called through to Erin.
“Of course,” said Erin with a grin, coming through and removing her own dress. Let’s see now…”
Ten minutes later, Erin was wearing the outfit she had worn to the team-building camp – the top with the skin-tight see-through breasts and the flimsy jogging skirt – and no underwear at all. Sam put on her shortest skirt – the white one from Mr. Howell’s which she had worn to dinner with Vicky the night before – and her little crop top that she had worn for the team-building day. She too wore no underwear.
“Excellent!” said Erin. “Let’s go and buy a dog!”
They drove to the kennels, and were met inside by a grizzled-looking man with bad breath who leered at them in a very obvious and unattractive manner. “Hello girls,” he said, staring at their exposed and shaved pussies. “Need some canine company on the street do you?”
“On the street…?” repeated Erin, puzzled, but then realization dawned. “We’re not hookers, you horrible little man! Jesus! Come on Sam, let’s get out of here.”
“Oh Erin, don’t be so sensitive,” said Sam. “Think what we look like!” She turned to the man and said, “We really aren’t hookers, we just like dressing this way. We need a dog for our apartment – something big and strong to keep … um … intruders out.”
“Oh yes?” said the man with an even broader leer. “I think I know what you want. Follow me.”
“Excellent!” said Sam, as she and Erin followed the grubby man past cage after cage of large barking dogs.
“I don’t like this guy,” muttered Erin. “He’s disgusting!”
“If we get a good guard dog out of it,” said Sam, “I couldn’t care if he’s Adolf Hitler.”
The man led them to a large kennel in which there were several big dogs. “These are all real sweethearts,” he said. “They’ll look after you real good. Real good.”
“That’s great,” said Sam. “Erin, do you have a preference?”
“I’m not sure,” said Erin, looking them over.
“I could let you in there,” said the man, “and you could see how you get along with each of them.”
“Isn’t that dangerous?” asked Sam, a little alarmed at the prospect.
“Naw, you’ll be fine,” said the man, grinning broadly. “If they get aggressive, just act real submissive, and they’ll not harm you a bit.”
“If you say so,” said Sam doubtfully.
“We’ll go in together,” said Erin. “Safety in numbers.”
The man opened the cage door, and Sam and Erin crept nervously inside. Immediately all the dogs in the kennel were jumping around them, licking them, barking, wagging their tails.
“Well, they’re certainly affectionate!” said Erin, laughing, as she tried to fend off an over-exuberant Rottweiler. “Hey! Not there!” She backed away, further into the kennel, as a big Mastiff started licking her naked pussy. Then the Rottweiler grabbed her jogging skirt between its teeth, and the flimsy garment was ripped off her in a flash. “Hey!” she said.
“Oh Erin!” cried Sam in alarm, and she tried to rush to her lover’s aid, but she had doggy problems of her own. A large German shepherd was licking her pussy, and another dog behind her was attempting to thrust its nose between her buttocks. She twirled around and backed up a couple of steps, only to trip over a Doberman. She crashed to the ground on her back, and lay for a moment, winded, while the German shepherd and a heavy-set Pit-bull jostled each other for the best pussy-licking position. Another Doberman grabbed at her crop top and started dragging her along the ground. “Hey!” She tried to get up, but found it impossible – the dogs were too strong and seemed to want her to stay down. She managed to turn herself over, and got on to her hands and knees. She just had time to notice that Erin had been pulled to the ground by four or five very big dogs, when the Doberman mounted her from behind and she felt something bashing away at her pussy.
“No! Help!” she called to the man on the other side of the fence, who was by now grinning from ear to ear. She saw with disgust that he had taken his penis out and was masturbating for all he was worth. “Help us!” she cried again, then “Oh!” she squealed, as the Doberman’s penis hit its target and she felt it slam deep into her vagina. “Erin, help! I’m being fucked by a dog!” she cried.
But Erin was in no position to help. She had followed the man’s advice and adopted a submissive posture, only to be mounted immediately by the huge Mastiff. Its penis was even now thrusting hard inside her, and its knot was growing bigger and harder by the second. Moments later, the big dog was spurting its seed into her womb, and its knot was lodged just inside the entrance to her vagina. However, her birthing incident that morning had left her fairly loose, so she was able to disengage herself at once. As she tried to get up, her top was grabbed by two sets of canine jaws, and after a moment’s tugging, during which she was flung to the ground again, she found herself stripped of her top and being mounted by a Rottweiler. She looked across to where Sam was now being fucked by a German shepherd, and then beyond that, to where a small crowd of cheering onlookers had gathered. One of them had a video camera.
Half an hour later, all of the dogs in the kennel had fucked one or other of the women. Both Sam and Erin were naked, their clothes ruined. Sam managed to get to her feet, and she staggered to the kennel door. “Let us out!” she screamed.
“What’s all the fussing about?” asked the grizzled man in some amusement. “You wanted a dog to fuck, you got your wish.”
“What?” shrieked Sam incredulously. “We wanted a security dog! We’re not into fucking dogs, you maniac!”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” said the man. He opened the cage door, and Sam hurried out, to the cheers and laughter of the onlookers. Scratched, bruised and shaken, Erin also stumbled across from the other side of the kennel and came out. The two women fell into each other’s arms and sobbed together. Then, arm in arm to support each other, they made their way back to their car.
As they drove home, still terribly shaken by their ordeal, they heard a police siren, and Erin looked up into the mirror to see a police car behind them flashing its lights. “What now?” she complained, and pulled the car over. The police car overtook them and then pulled in. A policewoman got out and walked slowly towards them. Erin lowered her window, and then she and Sam miserably folded their arms over their chests.
“Do you know what speed you were doing?” asked the policewoman as she approached Erin’s window. Then “Hey ladies, you’d better have a good explanation for this!”
“We were raped!” cried Erin, and she burst into tears afresh. So did Sam, putting her head in her hands and bending over the dashboard.
“Shit!” exclaimed the policewoman. “Hey, we need to get you to a hospital!”
“I don’t want to go to a hospital, I just want to go home!” wailed Erin.
“Ma’am, if you’ve been a victim of crime, you need to report that,” said the policewoman. “Get those sons of bitches behind bars!”
“But you don’t understand – it wasn’t men who did it,” said Erin. “It was dogs!”
”Dogs?” repeated the policewoman, puzzled.
“We went to the kennels to buy a dog, and the guy thought we wanted a dog for … you know, sexual purposes,” sniffled Erin. “I guess he looked at our skimpy outfits and put two and two together to make five. So he told us to go inside the kennel, and there were so many dogs! They ripped our clothes off and raped us, and the men just laughed! It was horrible!”
“Oh man,” said the policewoman. She looked back at her partner, who was still sitting in the police car, and shrugged at him. “I hate the weird ones,” she muttered. “You still need to press charges,” she said to Erin. “We’ll get those guys … for something.”
“I just want to go home,” wept Erin.
“Well ma’am, that’s your right of course, but I strongly recommend that you seek medical assistance and report the crime immediately. If you insist on going home, we’ll give you an escort. Where do you live?”
Erin gave her address, and re-stressed her desire to get there with all speed. The policewoman fetched a couple of blankets for them to cover themselves, and then the two cars drove back to Erin’s apartment. There, the policewoman accompanied them up to Erin’s floor, and then bade them goodbye outside the door to the apartment.
“I’d invite you in,” said Erin, “only the place is a bit of a mess.”
“That’s all right Ma’am,” said the policewoman. “Duty calls. But I wish you would reconsider reporting the … crime. If you do, just call the station and we’ll send someone over.”
“Okay,” said Erin. “Thank you for your help.”
“Yes – thank you,” said Sam.
The policewoman nodded, smiled slightly, and then hurried back to the elevator. Sam and Erin entered the apartment and collapsed on the sofa. “So,” said Sam at length, “no dog then.”
“No dog,” agreed Erin. “Silly idea.”
“But the question remains: what are we going to do about the gateway until Sunday?”
Erin shrugged. “I really don’t know. Perhaps we should move into a motel, like Trudy suggested.”
Sam shook her head. “We’d get into terrible trouble for all the mess we’d be bound to make of the place. Perhaps we should try going back to my place – maybe the gateway gave up once we left, and disappeared.”
“Sounds like a bit of a long shot,” said Erin, “but I’m happy to go over there to take a look. First, though, why don’t we head over to Mr. Howell’s to get some new clothes? We just had a couple of outfits destroyed by those dogs – we ought to replace them.”
Sam nodded. “Good idea!” she said. “But … I can’t really afford anything else right now … and I can’t make you pay for more clothes for me…”
“Nonsense!” said Erin. “I’ll be enjoying your clothes too!” She grinned wickedly. Then she added, “If you really feel bad about it, you can pay me back at your leisure … but don’t feel pressured to.”
Sam smiled gratefully, then went through to the bedroom, where she put on her microshorts and a halter top. Erin wore the dress she had trimmed down the day before. Now that she was no longer pregnant (her belly had returned to its normal size, thankfully with no obvious stretch-marks) it was almost decent. Since she was by now feeling rather full, she also wore a pair of Sam’s white incontinence panties.
They drove to Mr. Howell’s Clothing Emporium, and entered the store. Mr. Howell, however, was nowhere to be seen. Instead, they were met by a young woman in a green and white uniform with a name tag which read ‘Angie’.
“Hello!” said the young woman brightly. “How can I help you?”
Her perkiness was rather undermined by her posture, which betrayed a certain discomfort. This could have been due to the woman’s skirt, which was incredibly short. Sam guessed that if she turned around, her buttocks might just be peeping below the hem. It was a very sexy uniform. The blouse part was very see-through – the almost-transparent bra beneath was easily visible, and the woman’s nipples could also faintly be seen.
“Where’s Mr. Howell?” inquired Erin.
“He’s sick today,” said Angie. “I’m the assistant manager.”
“Assistant manager?” said Sam. “I’ve not seen you here before.”
“I just started a few days ago,” said Angie. “I didn’t expect to be on my own here so soon though! So anyway, what can I do for you?”
“We need some nice short skirts and dresses,” said Erin.
“Um, how short?” asked Angie.
Sam pointed at Angie’s skirt. “That short … or shorter.”
Angie chuckled. “You’ve come to the right place then,” she said. “Follow me.”
She led them back to the changing area, where Sam and Erin stripped naked without hesitation.
Angie stared at them in some surprise. “I wasn’t going to…” she began, then she shrugged. “I’ll be back in a minute with some things for you to try on. What sizes are you?” Sam and Erin told her, and she disappeared.
“I like her uniform,” Sam remarked.
“Me too,” agreed Erin. “It must be a lot of fun to work for Mr. Howell, I’m thinking!”
Sam grinned. “Yup!”
When Angie returned, she gave them each a little denim skirt, which they tried on. They were barely long enough to cover the women’s pussies, and about an inch too short to cover their buttocks. Sam nodded approvingly as she looked at the effect on Erin. “Nice,” she said. “What else do you have?”
“What I’d like to try,” said Erin, “is your absolute shortest skirt.”
“Really?” asked Angie. “Um, that’s pretty short…”
“Excellent,” said Erin with a grin. “Let’s see it.”
“I’ll have to go and fetch them,” said Angie. “There’s a whole range of them – we call them the picoskirts. In the meantime, you might like to try these nanoskirts…” She handed another skirt to each of them, and then hurried off.
These ones were imitation leather, very tight and extremely short – they exposed just over two inches of pussy and about four inches of buttock. “I love this!” said Sam. Erin nodded, her eyes shining.
Soon Angie returned. “We have a few others of that sort of length,” she said, indicating the skirts Sam and Erin were wearing. “But these…” – she handed them another couple of skirts – “These are our picoskirts. You’ll find no shorter skirt for sale in any clothing store in the city – or your money back.”
Sam and Erin could hardly get them on fast enough. The skirts were blue patterned, low-waisted and, amazingly, pleated, though the pleats were narrow and started almost from the waistband (which was itself a bare half-inch wide). When Sam had fastened it about her hips, she could hardly take her eyes off the mirror. “This,” she breathed, “is the best skirt in the world!”
From the top of the waistband down to the hem the skirt was a mere two inches in height. Any underwear worn with it would be visible both above the skirt and below it … but mostly below. It failed to cover Sam’s pussy by a full four inches – which meant that even the top of the groove between her labia was a full inch below the hem. At the back, when she turned around to look at her bottom, she saw that the skirt barely even came halfway down her buttocks, leaving nearly six inches of her bottom showing beneath the skirt.
“Where would we even wear these?” asked Erin doubtfully. “I love it, but…”
“I’m sure we’ll think of something!” said Sam.
Next they tried on some dresses, some of which had hems as high as the picoskirts. Sam and Erin did not buy any of these, but they bought the pleated picoskirts, a couple of pairs each of the slightly longer nanoskirts, and two nanodresses apiece. They also bought a couple more skimpy tops for themselves, and another few pairs of incontinence panties. The final bill was nearly four hundred dollars, which made Erin wince, but she was unwilling to give up even one of her purchases. Sam felt terribly guilty about the expense, but she was very excited about the prospect of wearing some of her new clothes.
As they were leaving, Erin suddenly stopped in the doorway. “Oh Sam,” she said. “I don’t think I can hold it any longer…”
“That’s okay,” said Sam, “you’re wearing incontinence panties. Shall we go and have lunch at McDonald’s?”
Erin nodded as she felt her anus dilate and a poo begin to thrust its way into her panties. “I think I can poop and walk at the same time,” she said. “Let’s go.”
As they walked side by side, Sam reached down and massaged Erin’s buttocks through her dress as the younger woman’s panties gradually filled up with poo. Soon she was not massaging buttocks, but merely sliding and squishing a large mass of poo around Erin’s bottom. She dropped back a pace and lifted the back of Erin’s dress. A very nice bulge, about twice the size of a grapefruit but rather misshapen now, was nestling against Erin’s bottom. It appeared to be still growing.
“Nice work!” Sam complimented her lover. “You seem to be making more now.”
Erin smiled happily. “Yes – it feels heavenly.”
Sam continued to knead Erin’s poo all the way to McDonald’s, ignoring the attention that she herself was getting on account of her ridiculously skimpy microshorts. For most of that distance, she ensured that the back of Erin’s dress was rucked up over her arm, so that anyone walking behind them would have a fine view of Sam’s hand sinking into Erin’s panty-bulge. And so they did. As Sam and Erin reached McDonald’s, a man grabbed Sam’s arm and pulled it away from Erin’s bottom. “What do you think you’re doing?” he demanded with a disgusted look on his face.
Sam, rather frightened, said, “Let go of me or I’ll call the cops!”
The man let go, and Sam pulled Erin quickly into the restaurant. “Jeez!” she exclaimed. “Some people!”
The man did not follow them, so they went up to the counter and stood in line for a couple of minutes until their turn came to be served. With people waiting just behind them, Sam did not dare be too overtly sexual with Erin, so she contented herself with just massaging Erin’s panty-bulge through her dress. The bulge was sagging below Erin’s hemline by a couple of inches, but nobody seemed to have noticed that yet.
Once they had got their food, Sam followed Erin upstairs, enjoying the sight of the large bulge in Erin’s white panties swinging to and fro with each step. Once they got to the upper floor, they sat down next to each other and ate, while subtly kissing and fondling each other. Erin sat with her legs wide apart, and drew plenty of stares, but nobody accosted them.
After lunch they returned home, where a nasty surprise awaited them. As they entered Erin’s bedroom, they both screamed as they saw the hideous black demon with the vertical mouth, standing beside the crack in the wall. It looked at them with its glowing red eyes, and then instantly it began to change. Its rough-textured features smoothed, its charred skin became normal flesh, its horns sank back into its skull, and its mouth rotated to the horizontal. In just a few seconds, it had become a very handsome, very naked blond-haired man, who smiled at them with perfect, beautifully white teeth.
“Hello,” he said in a deep, silky baritone.
He was now considerably less alarming than before, but the women could hardly forget what he had been. “What do you want?” asked Sam fearfully, clutching Erin’s hand.
“I am here to pave the way,” said the man smoothly. “Do not worry. Despite this…” – he indicated his enormous erection, which looked about fourteen inches long – “I do not intend to rape you. You two have other purposes, which you are fulfilling according to plan. I will leave now, but I will see you … a little later.” He shrugged, and instantly he was fully dressed and looking incredibly dashing. “If you’ll excuse me, I have some women to fuck. I bid you farewell,” he said, and he walked past them out of the bedroom. They heard the front door of the apartment open and close, and then he was gone.
“Well!” said Sam, after a moment. “What do you make of that?”
Erin shuddered. “I’m not sure,” she said, “but he’s certainly not going to find it hard to get a date!”
“Indeed,” agreed Sam. She sighed, then looked at her watch. “Three thirty,” she said. “Time for a little love-making?”
“There’s always time for that!” said Erin, and she took off her dress.
Sam removed all her clothes, and climbed into bed, sinking into piles of poo and vomit. Cockroaches ran all over her immediately, and some began crawling into her vagina. She parted her legs to allow them easier access, then she took Erin into her arms as her lover climbed in beside her and pulled the covers over them both. As their tongues met, Sam realized that, despite everything that had happened to her, she was at the moment truly happy. She unstuck Erin’s waistband and shoved her hand into Erin’s panties, sinking her fingers into the sticky poo in her quest for her lover’s vagina.
They stayed in bed for the rest of the afternoon. By five o’clock, Sam’s bowels were ready to burst, and she released a fresh load of poo. Erin was cuddling her from behind, so the poo quickly formed a cushion between Erin’s pussy and Sam’s bottom. As it built up, it oozed between their legs, and all the way up Sam’s back to where Erin’s breasts were pressing against her.
“We need to take a shower,” murmured Erin as she undulated her hips, grinding her pussy into the mass of poo.
“If we can,” said Sam. “There seems to be a little problem with your plumbing.”
Erin chuckled. “Yes,” she said. “But we’re both covered from neck to toe in poo – we can’t exactly go to my parents’ house like this.”
They climbed out of bed, shaking off dozens of roaches, and wandered through to the bathroom. Stepping into the tub, which was still almost knee-deep in diarrhea, they tried the shower and found that it was, for the moment, issuing water. They washed themselves as quickly as possible, then got out before it could change to something more nasty.
“What shall we wear?” asked Sam.
“Something conservative!” said Erin. “My parents wouldn’t let me in the house if I wore a skirt from Mr. Howell’s store.”
“Something from your closet, then?” asked Sam.
Erin nodded, and they went back through to the bedroom, their feet crunching on roaches with every step. When they opened the closet door, however, Erin gasped in dismay. Much of her clothing was in tatters, and most of it was on the floor, buried under a seething mass of cockroaches. “Oh no!” she exclaimed.
Sam bit her lip in worry. “Well, you’ve still got your dress from today – that covers your bottom at least.”
Erin brightened. “Hey, yes – that’s a point. But we’ve got nothing for you … oh wait, how about this?” She pulled out of the closet a clothes hanger, from which hung an old grey skirt which was still intact at the front, though there was a large hole in the back. “As long as you don’t turn your back on my parents, you’ll be fine with this,” she said.
“Great!” said Sam with a smile. She put the skirt on, along with a bra and a tank-top that was only slightly see-through. Under the skirt she wore string-fronted panties.
Erin wore her little dress, with a string-fronted thong but no bra, and the two women set off. After a half-hour drive, they arrived at Erin’s parents’ house, and her father let them in.
“Good heavens!” he said sternly, looking at Erin’s dress. “Is that what you’re wearing these days? Did we teach you nothing?” He looked at Sam. “You didn’t tell me you were bringing company.”
“Hi Dad,” said Erin, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Nice to see you too. This is my dear friend Sam.”
“Pleased to meet you, Mr. Moss,” said Sam, extending her hand.
He eyed her visible bra with a moment’s suspicion, but then he smiled and said, “Nice to meet you Sam.” He turned back to Erin. “We’re a bit rushed, so make yourselves at home. There’s plenty of food in the fridge – help yourself. And don’t let Danny bring any of his friends round. And don’t let him play with his X-box – he’s not allowed to use it until next weekend.”
“All right Dad!” laughed Erin. “We get the picture – Danny’s grounded. Now stop worrying, and go out and enjoy yourselves!”
Mrs. Moss had just arrived at the bottom of the stairs, and she hugged her daughter and smiled at Sam. Then she and her husband left the house, and Sam and Erin went through to the living room. Danny was slouching in an armchair, watching television. He said, without looking up, “Hi Erin.”
“Hi Danny,” she said. “This is my friend Sam.”
Danny looked up now, and his eyes lit up. “Hi Sam!” he said brightly. His eyes flicked up and down her body, taking in the short skirt and visible bra. He grinned.
“Hello Danny,” said Sam. She sidled over to the sofa and sat down, relieved to cover up the large hole in the back of her skirt.
“So how are you?” asked Erin, as she sat down next to Sam.
“Fine,” said Danny. Then he grumbled, “I can’t believe I got grounded just for coming home late.”
“Weren’t you drunk?”
“I’d had a couple,” he said with a shrug. “What’s the big deal?”
“You’re seventeen, that’s what’s the big deal,” said Erin. “Where’s Laura?”
“Upstairs,” said Danny. “Reading the bible probably.”
But at that moment there were footsteps on the stairs, and then a young girl came into the room. Sam looked her up and down with interest. She was wearing a flower-printed, ankle-length dress with a white cardigan on top. She looked like a shorter, plumper version of Erin, only she was not quite as pretty. In her favour, however, was her very buxom chest, which outmatched even Erin’s generous bosom.
“Hello Erin,” said Laura. She was pleasantly soft-spoken. She turned to Sam. “How do you do? I’m Laura.”
“I’m Sam,” said Sam, smiling at Laura and half getting up.
“Oh, please don’t get up,” said Laura. “Have you eaten yet? We have left-over macaroni and cheese – I could heat some up for you.”
“That’s very kind of you,” said Sam. “I am actually quite hungry.”
“I’ll come and help,” said Erin.
“There’s no need,” said Laura. She turned and glided out of the room.
“What a sweet girl!” said Sam.
Erin and Danny both rolled their eyes. “The problem with cotton candy,” said Danny, “is that it eventually rots your teeth. Anyway, she’s a tattle-tale.” He muted the television, then said, “You guys want to watch a movie?”
“Sure,” said Erin. “What have you got?”
A few minutes later, as they were eating macaroni and cheese in front of Bridget Jones’s Diary, Sam felt Erin’s hand on her thigh. The string-fronted panties were making her exceedingly horny, and she could barely concentrate on the film. She had resisted the urge to snuggle up to Erin, on account of the presence of Danny and Laura, but her heart leapt at Erin’s touch. Neither Danny nor Laura had noticed – their attention was fixed on the screen. Sam took hold of Erin’s hand and slowly pulled it up to her crotch, then she carefully replaced her skirt so that it looked vaguely decent. She felt Erin’s fingers pull her panties to one side, and then she felt her clitoris being caressed. She bit her lip to stifle a moan of pleasure. A few minutes later, as Bridget came sliding down a fireman’s pole in a microskirt, the combination of this sexy scene along with her clitoral stimulation brought her to a shuddering climax.
Danny’s head flicked around. “What the fuck?” he said.
“Language Danny!” said Laura, then she gasped as she saw Erin whip her hand out from under Sam’s skirt. “Erin!” she exclaimed in horror.
“Oops,” said Erin, blushing.
Sam covered her face in embarrassment.
Danny paused the movie. “Are you two lesbians?” he demanded.
Erin nodded. “I didn’t mean to make it so obvious,” she said, “but yes, Sam and I are lovers.”
“Woah!” said Danny.
Laura looked faintly ill. “Oh Erin,” she said. “Mom and Dad are going to have a fit!”
“Not if, for once in your life, you can keep your mouth shut,” said Erin.
Laura sniffed and folded her arms across her chest. “I won’t tell them,” she said. “But I think you should.”
“And why’s that?” inquired Erin. “Just so I can get a lecture on the evils of homosexuality? Well I’ve got news for you, Laura – the Bible says nothing against lesbians – nothing at all.”
“I am aware of that,” said Laura. “But it stands to reason – sex is for procreation, and two women cannot procreate together.”
“Sex is for procreation and recreation,” said Erin. “God must have intended it that way or he wouldn’t have made it so much fun.”
Laura got to her feet. “If you’re going to be disgusting, then I’m going up to my room.” She left the room and climbed the stairs.
“Don’t pay any attention to that fat cow,” said Danny. “Personally I think it’s kind of cool.”
“Thanks Danny,” said Erin. “But don’t call Laura a fat cow – that’s very unkind. And for heaven’s sake cover that bulge in your pants.”
Danny turned bright red and put his hands over his crotch. “Shall we continue with the movie?” he inquired.
“Yes, I think that would be a good idea,” said Erin.
“And if you two want to make out, don’t mind me,” he said hopefully.
“Thanks, but I think we’d better try to control ourselves,” said Erin.
Nevertheless, within half an hour she and Sam were joined at the mouth, entwining their tongues while Sam slid one finger in and out of Erin’s dripping cunt. Wide-eyed in his armchair, Danny massaged his crotch as he watched them. At least, he watched Sam – he had no interest in seeing his sister’s exposed flesh. But from here he could see up Sam’s skirt to her string-fronted panties, and he found that sight incredibly arousing. A minute later, he came all over the inside of his jockey shorts.
Nobody noticed when the movie ended. And nobody noticed a green bug-eyed leech emerge from Erin’s vagina. It arched its way to the edge of the couch and then dropped on to the floor. Hugging the shadows, it made its way around the edge of the room, then it emerged from beneath Danny’s chair and started to climb the leg of his jeans.
“Ow!” exclaimed Danny, two minutes later. He slapped a hand to his ear.
Erin lifted her head from between Sam’s legs. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
“I think something just went in my ear,” said Danny, frowning. “Or bit it – I’m not sure. The sensation was kind of weird.”
Erin and Sam exchanged glances. “I’d better have a look,” said Erin. She got up, pulled her dress down to cover her thong, and went over to peer into Danny’s ear. “I can’t see anything,” she reported. “But let me know if you feel anything else.”
Danny nodded. “I feel fine now,” he said. “Maybe I imagined it.” He glanced over at Sam, who was sitting with her knees apart. He could see the front of her panties disappearing between her labia – it was an incredible sight. “I like your underwear,” he said boldly.
“Thanks,” said Sam, with a slightly embarrassed smile. “I got them from a store called Mr. Howell’s Clothing Emporium. He sells some really amazing clothes – very sexy.”
“Now now, Sam,” said Erin. “Danny doesn’t want to hear about that. Are you sure you’re feeling okay Danny?” Danny nodded.
As the evening wore on, however, he did begin to feel a little odd. “I think I’m going to take an early night,” he said.
Erin, who was now lying on top of a semi-naked Sam, looked up. “Already?” she said. “It’s only ten o’clock! This isn’t like you, Danny.”
“Yeah, well, I’m feeling kind of tired,” he said. “Goodnight then. Nice to meet you Sam.” He walked out of the room and went upstairs. Sam and Erin shrugged, then went back to their love-making.
Upstairs, Danny brushed his teeth, then went to his room. On the way, he passed his sister’s room. She was lying on her bed, reading. In the position she was in, he could see part of her thigh, and for some reason the sight excited him. He shook himself and hurried on to his room, but the thought of that exposed thigh preyed on his mind. He began to wonder what it would be like to watch her undress. It was an absurd thought, of course – she only ever undressed with the door closed. But perhaps he could make a peep-hole?
What was he thinking? It was his sister! He couldn’t spy on his own sister! It wasn’t right! Also, it wouldn’t be possible. He’d have to cut a hole through the drywall – perhaps at the back of his closet, and then whittle away at the drywall on the other side until he had made a tiny little peephole that would not be obvious to anyone in Laura’s room.
He slapped his forehead. This was crazy! He had to think about something else! He undressed, got into bed, switched the light out, and began to masturbate. He thought of Sam, lying on the sofa with her legs spread, with Erin licking her pussy. Only it was not Erin, it was Laura… No!
But try as he might, he could not get Laura out of his head. Eventually he spurted his cum into a tissue while imagining his sister naked, playing with herself. But he cursed as he felt his entire groin and part of his belly become soaked. Switching the light on, he pulled back the covers and stared in dismay at the puddle of green slime that he had just ejaculated. Muttering in annoyance, he pulled a few more tissues out of the box on his bedside table, and began to clean up.
Downstairs, a little later, Sam and Erin straightened up their clothing as they heard a car pull up outside. “I’m bursting for a poo,” muttered Sam. “I daren’t go in your parents’ toilet though – I’ll overflow it even before I flush it!”
“Can you hold it until we get home?” asked Erin.
“I don’t think so,” said Sam, biting her lip.
Mr. and Mrs. Moss entered through the front door. “Any problems?” asked Mr. Moss.
“None at all,” said Erin. “We watched a movie, and then – check this – Danny went to bed at ten o’clock!”
Mr. Moss frowned. “Oh did he?” he said grimly. He hurried up the stairs, and peeped into Danny’s room. Puzzled, he came back down and said, “Well this is unusual. I wonder if he’s not feeling well?”
“He seemed okay,” said Erin. “But anyway, we’d better get back home.”
“Oh, won’t you stay for coffee?” asked her mother.
Erin shook her head. “Thanks, but we should really get going. Bye then – I’ll talk to you soon.”
“Goodnight,” said Sam, and she followed Erin outside. As she stepped across the threshold, she lost control of her anus and a thick column of poo starting pushing out the seat of her panties.
Startled, Mr. Moss closed the front door. “Did you see that?” he asked.
“See what?” said Mrs. Moss, who had been cleaning her glasses.
“Oh – nothing,” said her husband.
Sam made it into the car without losing any poo from her panties, and she relaxed. Lifting her bottom up, she pooped for all she was worth as Erin drove off down the street. Soon she had created a huge pile on the seat, into which she sat with a happy sigh. Half an hour later she and Erin arrived back at the apartment. They left the poo where it was in the car. Inside, they undressed, climbed into bed, and made love while getting thoroughly covered in roaches, vomit and poo. Then, after a couple of orgasms each, they fell asleep and, for the first time in days, did not dream.