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12/10/2008 10:00:40 PM

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"highly compressed poo"

12/10/2008 10:12:40 PM

As the disgusting beast fucked her with what was in fact simply a very firm poo, Alison tried to work out what had gone wrong with her spells. The first one she had cast, she recalled, had been to relieve her constipation. This had apparently worked. So what had gone wrong? Were these ghastly events all side-effects of that spell? It seemed hard to believe.

The second spell had been supposed to grant her wristwatch the ability to move of its own accord. Had this one, perhaps, backfired? Had the spell been cast not on her watch but on the poo inside her? But why should this be the case? Alison had no idea about this, but it was looking likely that this is what had happened.

12/10/2008 10:29:06 PM

Another of her spells caused objects to replicate themselves. Again, this fit the profile. Yet another spell, cast on the photo of her beloved Vince, was supposed to make him lust after her. And again, this spell had apparently been cast on her poo. But why? What had she done wrong?

Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden increase in the pace of the monster's thrusting. Its body trembled and its hands gripped her shoulders tightly. She felt a surge of warm diarrhoea flood up into her cunt and, though she did not know it, into her womb, where a dozen or so tiny new poo-embryos began to grow at an exponential rate.

The monster had now grabbed her wrists and pushed them up to the headboard, where Alison's second poo-child was waiting with a pair of her stockings. It began to inexpertly tie her left wrist to one of the vertical wooden bars, and Alison, once she realised this, began to struggle with renewed vigour. The adult monster held her fast, however, and within ten minutes the task was complete: Alison was securely tied and would not be able to free herself without help. And help was a very long way away.

The adult monster, now a good seven feet in height, pushed Alison's knees up against her chest and began to shove its penis, which had recovered its hardness, into her anus. She cried out in pain and horror, but there was nothing she could do, and soon the monster's penis was buried deep inside her, thrusting back and forth and seemingly growing larger all the time.

For a good half hour the monster fucked Alison's rectum, and she could do nothing but watch helplessly while her second child grew larger and larger. By the time the adult had pumped a couple of pints of diarrhoea into her bowels, the child was approaching four feet in height and its erect penis was obviously troubling it. As soon as its big brother pulled out of Alison's anus amid a torrent of liquid poo, it positioned itself between her legs and hammered its erection into her cunt. As Alison glanced down to look at it despite herself, she noticed with a numb feeling of self-loathing that her belly was back to its maximum bulging size.

But it did not stop there, and she was far from ready to give birth. As Offspring Number Two had its way with her over the next fifteen minutes, Alison's belly grew to unheard-of proportions, exceeding football-size, then basketball-size, and finally approaching beachball-size as her faecal rapist shot his load into her. She felt certain she must be about to explode, when her first contraction suddenly hit and she began to strain hard in an attempt to give birth.

Over the next half hour, she gave birth to one after another of her first poo-child's own children, popping one out every minute or so. By the time she had finished, her second offspring was as large as the first, and the first of the new batch was already half-grown and ready for its first fuck, which the adults generously allowed it.

And now her bowels were full again, and a two-foot-long snake of a poo slithered out of her anus. She was completely unable to prevent it from entering her cunt, and so it took up residence within her womb alongside the growing embryos of her second child.

From then on Alison was being screwed constantly by a never-ending succession of poo monsters. An hour later, her room was so crowded that some of the monsters had to go out and wait on the landing for their turn. By that time she was also giving birth again, to a whole new batch. Frustrated that they could not screw her while she was giving birth, several of the adults stood around her and masturbated until they showered her body with copious quantities of diarrhoea. Her hair was soaked in the stuff, her body covered in it, and still she was popping out more baby monsters who would soon add to her torment. She wanted to die.


At five-thirty in the morning, when she had just given birth to her forty-ninth poo-child - the last of the latest batch - an exhausted Alison was surprised to find her hands being untied. She sat up and began to rub her wrists, but powerful arms told hold of her and she was lifted and carried out of the room. Cradled in the arms of a seven-foot poo monster, she was as helpless as ever, but she struggled nonetheless as she was taken downstairs to the front door, which was being held open by one of the monsters.

It was light outside by now, but still quiet. A cool breeze caressed Alison's naked body as she was taken outside and around to the back of the house. Seizing her chance to attract the attention of her huge-breasted next-door neighbour, Karen, she opened her mouth and screamed, but a quick slap of a squishy brown hand over her mouth silenced her.

She was passed over the fence to a waiting monster, who then held her impaled her on his penis and fucked her while, one by one, all the monsters climbed over the fence. Seeing the filthy mess they were all leaving behind them, Alison was cheered by the thought that at least her brother would be able to track her, if she remained a captive until he got back. Then, once the awful beast holding her had filled her womb with more diarrhoea, she was carted off again, and it seemed the monsters were heading for the farmland at the edge of the town. This worried Alison - if the creatures managed to get her out into the countryside, it would be much easier for them to remain undetected, and to keep hold of her. She could not allow that to happen.

Five minutes later, as she was being passed over a brick wall, Alison judged she now had as good an opportunity for escape as she was likely to get. She kicked desperately and managed to free her leg just as the monster behind her let go of her arms. Now straddling the brick wall, she jumped up and started running along it, overjoyed to be free yet terribly fearful of being recaptured. She dropped down into a well-tended garden, stumbled, then recovered herself and continued running. A couple of thuds behind her told her that her pursuers were not far away.

Increasing her pace to a sprint, the naked, poo-covered girl vaulted a wooden gate and dashed out into the road, where she turned and ran for her life. A glance behind her confirmed her fears - the nearest monsters were less than twenty yards away and gaining on her, leaving messy brown footprints as they ran.

She ducked suddenly into a narrow alley, hoping to find a ladder that she could climb - she fancied she was probably more agile than they, and decided her best chance of escaping would be to choose routes that the monsters would find difficult, given their rather unique anatomical characteristics.

But the alley contained no ladders that she could see, only a number of doorways that she dared not try for fear they should lead into rooms with no other exits. On her left she spotted another alley, and she darted into it, hoping the monsters had not yet turned the last corner and would now lose her.

The alley, however, proved to be a dead end, and her heart sank. But then she noticed a manhole cover set into the concrete floor, and she quickly ran over to it and struggled to pull it open. It was heavy, but she managed to lift it and push it to one side of the hole. Peering down, she saw a ladder that led downward into the darkness. She swung her legs into the manhole and began to descend.

As her head reached the level of the ground, she tried to grab the manhole cover and pull it across the hole. But at that moment she heard the wet thudding of the monsters' feet, and saw them charging down the alley towards her. With a shriek, she abandoned the cover and quickly climbed down the ladder until she reached the bottom, twenty feet or so below. She found herself in cold, ankle-deep water, but it was so dark she could not see what kind of tunnel she was in or where the exits led.

Feeling around with her hands, she began to blunder blindly along the tunnel, wishing she had a torch. The squeaks of rats sent a chill running down her spine, but she bravely continued as quickly as she could. Splashing sounds behind her indicated that the monsters were still following, and she started running more quickly even though she knew she might at any moment hit something hard that would give her a nasty injury at this speed.

A step downwards caused her to trip and fall, but she splashed into the shallow water without any harm. Getting up, she realised she was at a junction, and turned left. Feeling along the wall for a ladder, she ran a little more cautiously, until she came to a point where the wall seemed to stop.

Further tactile investigation revealed she had come to an alcove in the wall, and this gave her an idea. Squeezing herself into the alcove, she kept very still in the hope that the creatures would pass by and not notice her. Hardly daring to breathe, she tried to ignore the rats running over her feet. One of them gave her ankle a nip and she fought down a yelp, then kicked the animal out into the tunnel. Placing her hands on her belly, she realised she was extremely pregnant again.

Then the first of the monsters came running past, closely followed by several others. After a short interval, some more arrived, jogging more slowly, and behind these were others that were walking, feeling their way along the walls. Alison, crouching down in her hiding place, prayed that she would not be discovered.

And, somehow, she was not. When she judged that about fifty monsters had passed by her, she tiptoed out of her alcove and began to retrace her steps. This proved to be difficult. Her belly was now bigger than a basketball and extremely heavy - she could manage only a slow walking pace and had to stop and rest every few minutes. All the time, of course, she was getting even bigger, and fifteen minutes later, at which point she judged she was truly lost, she sank to the floor under the weight of a beachball-sized bulge.

12/10/2008 10:29:35 PM

A contraction came upon her and she cried out involuntarily. A moment later the first poo-baby of the new brood began to emerge. She lay on her back and feebly tried to ward off the rats that scrambled over her body, nipping at her breasts, her arms, her legs and her torso, while she strained to expel the grotesque life-forms she had created.

Twenty minutes later, when the forty-nine adult poo monsters found her, she was still giving birth. In their tiny little minds they rejoiced. They had found their mother-goddess, and she in turn had found them a new home, one in which they were unlikely to be discovered, where they could hide out and multiply, filling the vast city sewer system with hundreds of their kind, all born to this beautiful woman who lay before them. Once she had finished giving birth to the latest brood, all fifty adults would take it in turns to fuck both her cunt and her anus, and after that, the new arrivals would be big enough to do the same. And by then this wonderful woman would be ready to give birth again. And again. And again…

12/10/2008 10:29:58 PM

^THE END

12/10/2008 10:53:06 PM