Lynn's Wilder Week #4 - Uncooked Rice Adventure

by Arthur Saxon
arthursaxon@zombieworld.com

Half an hour later Lynn was relaxing in a hot bath in Andy’s dingy bathroom.  She ignored the fact that there was mildew everywhere and the walls were only partially covered in paint, and what was left was peeling off, and she ignored the cobwebs on the ceiling, and the fact that the bath itself was cracked and stained.  Instead she concentrated on the soothing effect of the hot water on her naked (and by now clean) body.  She felt a lot better.  She mulled over the day’s events, reliving all the experiences with the benefit of hindsight.  They seemed a lot less frightening now, somehow.

Her reverie was shattered by the appearance of an unexpected visitor.  She shrieked involuntarily as a large insect rose up over the edge of the bathtub and began to scuttle towards the tap end.  Lynn immediately identified it as a cockroach.

“What’s wrong?” inquired Andy, entering the room.

“Oh it’s nothing,” said Lynn.  “That cockroach just appeared and scared me for a moment.  Do you have a big roach problem?”

“Not too bad, actually,” said Andy, taking off his shoe and advancing towards the insect.  He brought the shoe down hard on the edge of the bath, but the cockroach was too quick and dropped on to the floor, dashing away out of sight.  “We had a big purge a few months ago – the pest control people finally came around and did the whole building.  The next block along has a much worse problem – they can barely move for cockroaches.  Pest control went there a year ago, but they didn’t do a great job, and the roaches were back in no time.  Now the council just doesn’t seem interested in following it up.”

“Bummer,” said Lynn.  “And people actually live there?”

“Yeah, quite a few.  A lot of the flats are empty, but there are plenty of people who just can’t afford to move out.”

“The rent must be pretty low there,” Lynn commented.

“Lowest for miles around, I would say,” agreed Andy.  “Why, you thinking of moving in?”

“Maybe,” said Lynn.  “I kind of like the sound of all those cockroaches.  I once saw a documentary about a family whose flat was similarly infested – the father led the camera crew into his daughter’s bedroom late at night, pulled back the covers on her bed, and there were hundreds of roaches crawling all over the bed and over her body.  It grossed me out then, but now I kind of like to imagine myself in that situation.”

“Well I’d love to have you living so close – we could have a lot of fun together.”
“Perhaps,” said Lynn guardedly.  “We have to lay down some ground rules though, or I’ll not let you near me.  For a start, forcing me to eat shit is right out – I just can’t bring myself to enjoy it.”

“Okay,” conceded Andy, nodding.

“And no more sex without condoms until I’m on the pill, that is assuming I’m not already pregnant.”

“What will you do if you are?” asked Andy.

“Now you wonder about that?”  Lynn sighed.  “I don’t know, I really don’t.  I hope to goodness I’m not – I’m not ready for motherhood, and I hate the thought of having an abortion.  Maybe I should take one of those morning after pills.”

Andy nodded.  “Well, you know where to find me if you need a dom.”

Lynn’s brow furrowed.  “I’ve been meaning to ask you about that.  What is a dom?”

“Dominator,” explained Andy.  “I dominate, you submit, so I’m the dom and you’re the sub.”

“Oh.  Okay, well I kind of already have two doms at home, one male and one female.  But they’re not as nasty as you.  Still, I’ll consider your offer.”  She stood up and reached for a towel that hung on a hook on the wall.  “Now if you could fetch me some clothes, I’ll get dressed.  My friend’s dad should be here soon.  You did call him, didn’t you?”

“Of course I did.  Relax!  He’ll be here shortly I’m sure.”

Ten minutes later, Martin arrived, and Lynn met him at the front door, dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of shorts that Andy had lent her.  He looked worried.  “Are you okay?” he inquired anxiously.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” replied Lynn.  “Let’s just go, shall we?”

As they drove home, Lynn related the tale of her adventures since Martin had dropped her off outside the station.  Martin was incensed to hear about her gang-rape.

“Good grief!” he exploded.  “We must tell the police about this!”

“Tell them what?” inquired Lynn with some scorn.  “I am sure hundreds of witnesses can be found who will testify that I crapped myself on the train and then stripped and rubbed my shit all over my body, or that I ran naked through the streets on my way to Andy’s flat.  Besides which, I’m not that bothered about it – I’m just concerned about getting pregnant.  I need to get one of those morning-after pills from my GP.”

“Okay,” said Martin.  “Who is he?”

“My GP?  Dr Simmonds.”
“Ah yes, he’s ours too.  No problem – we’ll try to get you into his surgery tomorrow morning before school.  I think he opens at eight.”

“That’s good.  I don’t really want to be late for school, especially with Mr Dean insisting on seeing us every morning at a quarter to nine.”

“I’m not sure you’ll make that,” Martin warned her.  “After you see the doctor, we’ll have to get you to the chemist and pick up your prescription, and it usually takes them ten or fifteen minutes to get the prescription ready at the best of times.  No, I think we’ll have to call in to say you’ll be late.”

“In that case we’ll have to get my dad involved,” said Lynn with a sigh.  “Mr Dean knows my parents quite well, and if you phone him, he’ll know you’re not my dad.”

“Fair enough,” said Martin, “but what will we tell your father?”

“Well obviously not the truth.  I’ll just tell him I have a girl problem and you’re taking me to Dr Simmonds first thing in the morning.  He’ll pass that on to Mr Dean.  He won’t be unduly worried, and he’ll be glad not to have to take me to the doctor’s himself.”

“Sounds like a good plan,” remarked Martin.  “Let’s hope it works.”

 

After a late supper at Martin’s house, Lynn and Julie climbed into bed together and Lynn retold her story.  Julie was highly impressed.

“Wow!” she exclaimed.  “You have had an adventure!  I wish I’d seen it.  But I’m sorry to hear it turned nasty – I’d have hated being raped like that.”

“I don’t know if I’d call it ‘rape’, exactly.  It was the eating of other people’s shit that I really hated.  I just couldn’t do it – it was all a bit too much for me.”

Julie nodded.  “So, tell me about this plan of yours,” she said.  “You want to move into this other block of flats?”

“Possibly,” said Lynn.  “But only if you’ll move in with me.  It’s too scary a neighbourhood for me to be living there on my own.”

“But who would pay for it?” inquired Julie.  “Neither of us has any money to speak of.  Are you planning to get a job?”

“Am I heck!  I was hoping maybe we could convince our respective dads to pay for it.”

“Are you serious?  I might be able to persuade my dad, since I kind of have a hold over him now.  But do you really think your dad would pay for you to live in such a dangerous and filthy part of town?”

Lynn shrugged.  “I don’t know.  Maybe not.  But I should perhaps go home for a few days and try.  Just think, though.  Wouldn’t it be fun to have a place of our own?  Somewhere we can do anything we like?”

“I thought this house was that place,” Julie ventured.  “My dad lets us do what we like.”

“Yes but I’m sure he wouldn’t let us turn it into a cockroach-infested cesspit like I envisage our flat being.  I want to do everything I can to encourage the roaches to hang out in our flat.  We’ll leave food out, spill sugar and stuff in all the cupboards and on the floors, and when we go to bed at night we’ll cover our bodies in jam or honey or something.  That way we’ll ensure that the roaches are all over us.”

“You,” said Julie, “are totally sick.  But I love you.  Okay I’ll talk to my dad.  You can talk to yours, too – does this mean you’ll be spending tomorrow night at your own house?”

“I think I should,” said Lynn.  “Much as I hate to spend a night away from you, my sweetheart, it’s in a good cause.”

“And you really think you can persuade your dad?”

Lynn grinned.  “I’ll persuade him,” she said, “even if I have to threaten to become a prostitute.”

Julie gasped.  “Lynn, you wouldn’t!”

“No, of course not,” said Lynn with a chuckle, “although to be honest, I can think of worse ways to earn a living.”

“But think of the chances of catching a disease!”
“That, of course, is the drawback,” admitted Lynn, “which is one of the reasons I would not carry out my threat.  But I must admit I do fantasise about prostituting myself sometimes.”

Julie shuddered.  “I don’t,” she said.  “I love to flaunt myself, but I wouldn’t let just anyone have sex with me.  Anyway, I’m sure you’ve had enough excitement for one day, so I’ll let you get some rest.”

“Don’t you dare!” said Lynn.  “I’m just getting horny again, and I want to make my last night here memorable.  Last night for a little while, anyway.”

“What do you have in mind?” inquired Julie.

Lynn shrugged.  “You think of something,” she said.  “I am your slave – do with me what you will.”

Julie considered this.  “Very well,” she agreed.  “I want you to pack your cunt full of rice.”

Lynn frowned, puzzled.  “Um, okay,” she said.  “Why rice?”

Julie grinned.  “I’m talking about dry, uncooked rice,” she said.  “And I want you to pack yourself as full as possible, and then tape yourself up really really securely.”

Lynn’s eyes widened.  “You think the rice will expand?” she asked.

“I’m sure of it,” said Julie.  “That’s why they stopped throwing rice at weddings in this country.  They throw paper confetti now because birds used to come and eat the rice, and it would swell up inside their stomachs and kill them.”
“Really?  I didn’t know that.  Wow.”  Lynn thought about this for a moment.  “I’ll bet that will feel wonderful!”  She clapped her hands.  “Oh Julie, thank you!  I’ll go and stuff myself full right now!”

“Stay here,” said Julie.  “I’ll fetch the rice.”

She left Lynn to contemplate this new venture while she headed downstairs to fetch the rice jar and a funnel.  She also fetched the tape that had in the past proved so useful.  When she returned, she got Lynn to lie on her back with her knees tucked up against her chest and her feet apart.  Lubricated by juices already flowing, the funnel slid in easily.

“Okay,” lift your bottom up higher,” Julie instructed.  “Here, rest your lower back on my legs.  That’s better.  Right, here goes.”  She began to pour rice into the funnel, then stopped.  “Hmm,” she said.  “This is not going to work.  The funnel is too narrow at the bottom – it’s all just getting clogged up.  Maybe you should just hold your cunt open with your fingers while I stuff the rice in.”

“Sounds good to me,” said Lynn, and she pulled her vagina open as far as she could with her fingers.  Julie smiled and nodded approvingly, then began to pour straight from the jar into Lynn’s open cunt.  Pretty soon it was full, but Julie used the narrow end of the funnel to push the rice deeper, creating space for more.  Each load she poured in, she pushed as deep as possible, while Lynn moaned and writhed at the sensations this produced in her loins.

It was amazing how much rice fit in.  The jar had been almost full when Julie had brought it up; now it was less than half full, and there was still room for more, though not a lot.  Finally, after some serious compression, Lynn could truly take no more, and Julie began to seal her up tightly with the tape.  When she was done, she noticed that Lynn’s belly was visibly bulging.

“Hey, the kids at school will think you’re pregnant,” she joked.

Lynn grimaced.  “Let’s hope they won’t be right,” she said with feeling.  Then she smiled.  “So,” she said, “what are you going to put in my anus?  The rest of the rice?”

Julie shook her head.  “No, I have another plan for your rectum.”

“Oh?  What’s that?”

Julie smiled.  “How about holding it open for me so that I can poo into it.”

Lynn grinned broadly.  “Wow,” she said.  “It would be awesome to walk around with your shit in my bowels.  There’s plenty of room in there, you know – I emptied myself on the train.”

Julie laughed.  “Yes, well I hadn’t forgotten that.  Just stay here though – I need to pee, and if I don’t, then it will come out while I poo, and I don’t particularly want that.”

She hurried through to the bathroom, peed, then returned.  Climbing on to the bed, she positioned herself carefully above Lynn’s anus, which she was now holding almost as wide open as she had held her cunt.  Julie strained, and grunted a bit as her poo began to emerge.  Looking down between her legs, she saw it descending and carefully aimed it for Lynn’s anus.

The poo grew in length, and its tip pass between Lynn’s fingers and into her open rectum.  “I can’t hold myself open much longer,” muttered Lynn.  “Ooh that feels good though.  If my cunt weren’t full of rice I’d have suggested pooing straight into my cunt.  That would be cool too.”

Julie said nothing – she was still straining hard.  Eventually the poo broke, and slid into Lynn’s anus.  It stopped, however, with two inches still sticking out into the open air.  Julie stopped straining and turned herself around, then she began carefully to push her shit into Lynn’s rectum with her fingers.  Lynn sighed as the last of it disappeared, then she allowed her anal sphincter to close.

“Ooh, that feels lovely,” she said happily.  “Can I go and get Martin to do the same?”

“Be my guest,” said Julie with a laugh.  “I’m sure he’d be only too happy to oblige.  Pretty soon you’ll be needing to dump it all out again though.”

“I know.”  Lynn grinned.  “That’s the idea.  I hate having an empty rectum – I want it full all the time so that I can keep shitting myself in public.  I really enjoyed today’s adventure.”

“So it would seem.”  Julie grinned.  “How does the rice feel?”

“I feel full, but there hasn’t been any expansion yet, I don’t think.  I’ll keep you posted though.”

She left the room and went in search of Martin.

 

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