STUFF LITTLE STEPHANIE IN THE INCINERATOR

BY SPYTH

[ part 3 ]

Before dinner, Susan, who had gotten the paper with the “1,” approached Stephanie. She gave the little girl a patently false smile and said, “I heard you are interested in Victor’s machines. I’ve found just the coolest one up on the third floor. Want to check it out with me?”

Stephanie was skipping as she took Susan’s hand and they headed out of the room. Gregg decided to tag along. He didn’t know what he could do to stop what would happen, but he didn’t feel right staying behind, either.

The room Susan led them to was octagonal in shape and the machine it housed sat in the center. This was the first Gregg has seen one of Victor’s inventions and he had to admit it looked impressive. Like some form of industrial art. All polished wood with brass fittings and glass tubes. Von Munch hadn’t spared any cost in the construction of his toys.

“Wow,” said Stephanie, “What does it do?”

“Have you ever heard of water sports?” asked Susan.

A puzzled look came over the little girl’s face. “You mean like waterskiing?”

“No,” said Susan, “the kind of water sports you do back here.” She patted little Stephanie on her rump.

“Oh, you mean an enema!” Stephanie giggled. “Miss Prudence does for us back at the school sometimes. I really like it. I make me feel so clean!”

“Well, this is the best enema machine in the world! Do you want to try it out?”

Ten minutes later Stephanie was naked and strapped into the machine (Gregg had started to leave when she began getting undressed, but Stephanie said, “Please stay! I don’t mind. You’re family!”) Gregg had to admit seeing her now, nude and laid out in the machine, he was aroused in a way he never had been before. She was so dainty and perfect!

The machine held Stephanie as if she was on all fours with supports that locked around her ankles and wrists. Two more padded supports, one low below her hips, the other under her ribs, held her body in position. Her belly and abdomen had no support at all.

Susan was standing behind Stephanie between her feet at the control panel. She turned some knobs and switches and the large glass tubes, filled with liquids, started bubbling. “The machine mixes almost any solution you want with water coming in from the house lines, “she told Gregg. “We’ll, give Stephanie something warm and soapy with a good bit of hot pepper. She should find that interesting!”

Susan took a long tube with a funny nozzle on the end and said to the little girl, “I’m going to insert this into your bottom. Just relax. I’ve done this a million times. When its in place there is a little balloon on the inside part I’ll inflate to keep it from coming out until we’re ready.” The machine held Stephanie’s ankles widely apart, so it was easy to see her cute little rosebud. Susan applied some grease to the nozzle, and then slipped inside Stephanie. Then squeezed a little bulb on the outside to inflate the inside end.

“Now,” she whispered to Gregg, giving him a wicked smile and holding up a little key, “comes the fun part.” She took hold of a little brass lever on the machine. It ran though a slot marked in different places with age, weight and volume. The function was obvious: The machine would pump out the specified amount depending on the size of the girl involved, and then automatically stop. Susan pushed the level all the way to the top, where it was blocked by a hinged panel and a lock. She used the key and the panel opened allowing her to move the level to the top position. Bold lettered labels behind the panel read, “Warning: continuous pumping. Use only for cleaning and testing. Never with a live subject.”

Susan gave Gregg another wicked smile and pressed the start button. A heavy pump – it sounded like at least 10HP - rumbled to life. “Here we go!” she laughed.

Stephanie started moaning in a few moments. “It feels so good flowing into me! Nice and warm! Her expressions of pleasure were so arousing that Gregg decided to leave the room. He didn’t want Susan to see him cream his jeans.

He sat outside for a half hour, but finally succumbed to the temptation to see what was happening. When he opened the door he was shocked. It was obvious why the machine had no support for the girl’s tummy. Stephanie’s belly was swollen and with nothing underneath, was hanging low. Despite her tender age she looked like a nine-month pregnant – no make the ten month pregnant - woman. He was shocked to find that this vision of Stephanie aroused him even more than the one he’d left behind 30 minute ago.

“Good!” grinned Susan whispered to him, “You won’t miss the fun. She’s about to blow any minute.” Indeed Stephanie’s belly looked like an overfilled water balloon about to pop.

“Susan,” moaned Stephanie, “I’m cramping and it really hurts! Can we stop now?”

“Just a little more, Stephanie,” said Susan soothingly. “Just remember the more it hurts now, the better it will feel when it comes out!”

Gregg approached Stephanie, his eyes riveted on her expanding belly. The powerful pump rumbled on, not even straining to create the enormous pressures Stephanie must be feeling in her tummy. Gregg gently touched her skin. It felt exactly like it looked: a human skin stretched to the limit by the liquid inside and about to give way.

“I’d stand back her if I were you,” whispered Susan, edging back against the rear wall. “When she pops she is going to make an awful mess over there.”

Gregg knew that was probably true, but couldn’t help himself. He gently pushed Stephanie’s massive belly and watched it sway back and fourth as it hung below her. This caused Stephanie to whimper and moan again.

“Well, I hope you brought a change of clothes,” sneered Susan.

There was a sudden pop, but it wasn’t Gregg that needed the new set of clothes. Susan had neglected to remember that the nozzle tucked in Stephanie’s cute little ass had never been designed to withstand the pressures now in her belly. Despite the balloon holding it inside, it popped out. With that orifice now open, the pressure in the little girl’s belly, plus the cramping of her muscles caused the contents of her intestines to come out like water squirted from a fire hose. The steam hit Susan full in the face covering her with a mixture of soap, water, pepper and little girl poop. For a full fifteen seconds Stephanie looked like some kind of bizarre fountain statue as her belly emptied and collapsed. Then the stream dropped off and stopped.

Susan was too horrified to say anything only spat and coughed. Gregg would have laughed, but he didn’t dare. In the end, Stephanie was the only one who made a comment. With her eyes still closed, she moaned with pleasure, then giggled, “You were right, cousin Susan, the more it hurts when it’s going in, the better it feels when it all comes out!”