One particular spell caught her eye. It was a cure for constipation. Michael had only translated the first couple of lines, but it was obvious what the spell was designed to do. Although she would never have admitted it to Michael, Alison often suffered from this complaint, and she always hated asking for appropriate medicine over the counter at the chemist. It was too embarrassing for words.

She stared thoughtfully at the spell, saying the strange Old English words to herself in her head. It did not seem very hard, and it was surely a harmless enough spell to begin with. Michael had written "Spell 331: Relief of Constipation. Provides immediate relief, softening stools and causing their rapid, easy expulsion from the bowels." There was plenty more writing in Old English, but Michael had not seen fit to translate it. Perhaps that was because it was not important enough to warrant translation.

Further reading unearthed some other spells she was keen to try, but the constipation one sounded the simplest and most straightforward. She took the book downstairs and turned the kettle on to boil some water. Michael's notes at the front of the book explained how spells were to be cast, and she knew that she needed a weak sugar solution in order to cast the spell. She drew a circle on the floor with a felt-tip pen, and waited impatiently for the water to boil. Eventually it did so, and she poured it into a cup and stirred a spoonful of sugar into it. When it had dissolved, she poured it on to the floor in the middle of the circle, and spread the liquid around until it completely covered the circular area. Then she stepped into the circle, and cast the spell...

12/10/2008 7:06:56 PM

too long

12/10/2008 7:07:09 PM

Where do you find this shit?

12/10/2008 7:07:39 PM

That evening, while she was watching television, the urge came upon her to go to the loo. Remembering the spell, she excitedly ran up to the bathroom, took off her skirt and panties, and sat down on the toilet. No sooner had she done so than her anus opened up and a long, soft poo slid out of her rectum and splashed into the water. After a series of difficult and painful evacuations over the past month or so, this was a blessed relief. Beaming with pleasure and pride in her successful casting of the spell, Alison wiped herself, flushed, and washed her hands. Returning to Michael's computer, she continued reading the translations, wondering what other spells she could cast.

Spell 102 caught her eye. According to her brother's notes, it gave non-living objects limited power of movement, so that they would act in a desired fashion. If the spell was cast on a bowling ball (as Michael's example described) it would always make a strike, no matter how badly it was thrown. If cast on a pendulum clock, it would never run down or lose time. Apparently the spell had trouble with electrical appliances, but otherwise it was quite powerful, and Alison decided to try it right away.

She returned to the kitchen and made up some more sugar solution. Spreading it around inside the circle, she stepped on to the wet patch of linoleum and recited the spell, concentrating on her wristwatch as she did so. The watch was a gift from her late mother, a beautiful old analogue watch with a tiny knob on the side for winding it up. Alison, used to battery-operated watches from an early age, frequently forgot to wind it up and often had to spend long frustrating minutes winding the hands around to their correct positions once the mechanism had wound down. Perhaps, she thought to herself, this spell would enable the watch to take care of its own maintenance.

12/10/2008 7:07:39 PM

It was, of course, impossible to tell whether the spell had worked or not, and would be for some time. But she had high hopes as she ascended the stairs once again to continue reading the spell book. Over the course of the next couple of hours, she found several spells that intrigued her, and she tried one or two of them out. There was one that caused objects (again non-living) to replicate themselves, and she cast this one on the money in her wallet. This, she felt, might well prove extremely useful. She might never have to work for a living!

Another spell set her heart racing as she read it. It was a spell to cause a sentient being to become sexually attracted to you. Excitedly she ran to her room and rummaged through her bag. She soon found what she was looking for: a photo of Vince Lambert, one of the senior boys at her school. She had worshiped him from afar for years, but he had always ignored her. Now, however, things would be different. She took the spell book and the photo downstairs, stood in the middle of the still-wet circle, and read out the spell, concentrating on the photo in front of her.

Satisfied with her work, she put the spell book in the study next to the computer and went back to watching television. The phone rang a few minutes later, and she got up to answer the phone in the hall. It was her brother.

"Hi," she said. "Oh good… Yes, I've had something to eat. Stop worrying! How was your journey? … Oh, really? Bummer! … Well, at least you've got there safely… No, everything's fine here. I have everything I need… Yes I'm sure! Just… No, you don't need to call me every night… Well that's all right - if I do need anything, or if there's some emergency, I can call Aunt Beth… Uh-huh… Actually I was just in the middle of watching Red Dwarf, but it's okay… All right. Talk to you soon then. Bye."

12/10/2008 7:12:48 PM

Quote :

"her anus opened up and a long, soft poo slid out of her rectum"

lol, i stopped here

12/10/2008 7:13:26 PM

what the hell is this

12/10/2008 7:13:52 PM

She hung up and returned to the settee in the living room. At about ten o'clock she felt like she needed to go to the toilet again, so she climbed the stairs and entered the bathroom. Sitting down, she strained and was somewhat surprised when a soft poo, even longer than the earlier one, slid easily out of her anus and dropped into the water below. She got up and glanced down into the bowl, then gasped as she saw it twitch, apparently of its own accord. Eyes wide, she stared at it for a full minute, wondering if it would move again. And then, suddenly, it did. It began to bend in the middle, taking on the rough shape of a banana, and then it flexed itself again.

Alison did not wait for it to move again. She leaped forward and flushed the toilet, sending her poo around the U-bend with all possible speed. She shuddered as she wiped herself. What had that been all about? Was it magic? Had one of her spells somehow affected her poo? It did not seem feasible.

Putting the matter out of her mind, she brushed her teeth and got ready for bed. Putting on a t-shirt and a fresh pair of panties, she climbed between the sheets, then she switched off her light and thought about Vince and how he might behave the next time he saw her. Before long she fell asleep.

Shortly after eleven she woke up with a start. Her bowels felt full again. A cold sweat broke out upon her brow. How was this possible? She had been twice in the last four hours, and had passed copious quantities of faecal matter. What was going on?

She got up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Standing up, she stumbled towards the door, still half-asleep. But then something happened to bring her abruptly to her senses: her panties suddenly filled up with poo.

12/10/2008 7:14:21 PM

She squealed in alarm and her hand shot back to cradle her sagging panties. The expulsion had occurred completely without warning, a long soft turd firing out of her anus and curling up around her buttocks. Cursing, she began to waddle towards the bathroom, trying not to lose any of the poo out of the sides of her panties.

But then she stopped in her tracks, stiffening in alarm. The poo was moving! She could definitely feel it writhing about of its own accord inside her underwear. The next second she gasped in horror as she felt her vagina being forced open and her poo snaking its way into her cunt. In a panic she ran to the bathroom, while the rest of her poo continued to slither into her, penetrating her like an immensely long, soft, disgusting brown penis.

She reached the toilet and pulled her panties down quickly. But there was no more poo left in them - just a brown stain and streaky marks. Bending down frantically to look between her legs, she saw the very end of her long poo disappearing inside her vagina. She grabbed at it, but she was too late. Screwing up her face in disgust, she stuck two fingers into her cunt, feeling around for the poo. But whether it felt her coming or because it had a further purpose, it retreated deeper into her body and evaded her questing touch.

Now extremely worried, Alison lay down on the floor in an attempt to get a better angle, and she pushed her fingers as deep inside her cunt as possible. But it was no use - the poo had somehow forced itself into her womb. Alison gave up, and looked down at her abdomen. It was distended, as if she were full of wind or … and here she shuddered at the thought … a couple of months pregnant.

12/10/2008 7:15:59 PM

Shakily she got to her feet. What was she to do now? Call for an ambulance? What on Earth would she tell them? She pulled some toilet paper from the roll fixed to the wall, and painstakingly wiped herself clean. Maybe, she thought to herself, the poo would come out by itself. At any rate there did not seem to be much she could do about it at the moment.

She returned to her bedroom, put on a clean pair of panties, and lay down, though she knew she would not be able to sleep. She fancied she could feel something stirring inside her belly, but the sensation was brief and she decided after a minute that she had probably imagined it. She pulled the covers up to her neck and huddled under them, hoping her brother would call again soon.

An hour later she awoke suddenly. Something was wrong. She felt … full. A great pressure was building up in her abdomen. She quickly reached over and turned her bedside light on, then threw back the covers. She screamed in terror as she saw that her belly had swelled up like a balloon - she looked nine months pregnant. And whatever was inside her was moving, and pushing outwards. Involuntarily Alison spread her legs apart, preparing to give birth, but then she realised she was still wearing her panties. She reached down to try to remove them, but it was difficult to negotiate her vast bulge. And no sooner had she grabbed hold of them than a massive contraction hit her and she cried out in pain.

12/10/2008 7:18:09 PM

ahaha this is gold

12/10/2008 7:20:11 PM

I'm fucking loling over here !

keep it coming

12/10/2008 7:20:40 PM

She strained hard, spreading her legs and trying to breathe like women did in hospital dramas when they were giving birth. She felt her vagina opening dilate as her monstrous cargo fought to escape from her body. Raising her legs after the contraction had subsided, she finally managed to pull her panties off, and she tossed them on to the floor. Then another contraction hit, and she felt as if her groin was on fire as a huge round object forced its way through her orifice. For an instant she was stretched wider than she would have thought possible, and then suddenly the object was through, and she sank back on to her pillow, exhausted.

But more was to come. She could feel that the object was still half inside her and half outside, and she raised herself up on to her elbows to see what exactly it was. From the vile smell of excrement, she knew what it was made of, but she was shocked at the truly awful sight that met her eyes.

She was looking at the head of a baby. At the sight she screamed with horror, then strained for all she was worth to get the rest of the hideous creature out of her body. With a wet, slithering sound, it emerged completely: an infant apparently made entirely out of poo, rather thinner than a human baby, but considerably longer. Its head, mercifully, was quite small, otherwise she would surely have been split open as it came out.

[Edited on December 10, 2008 at 7:23 PM. Reason : LONG STORY]

12/10/2008 7:21:48 PM

I wanna tell about Texas radio and the big beat
Comes out of the Virgina swamps cool and slow with a blackbeat narrow and hard to master
Some call it heavenly in its brilliance others mean and rueful on the Western dream
I love the friends I have a gathered together on this thin raft
We've constructed pyramids in honor of our escaping, for this is the land where the pharaoh died
Children
the river contains specimens
The voices of singing women call us on the far shore,
and they are saying
"Forget the night
Live with us in forests of azure"
Meager food for souls forgot
I tell you this--
no eternal reward will forgive us now
for wasting the dawn
One morning you awoke
and the strange sun,
and opening you door--

12/10/2008 7:24:52 PM

The creature kicked its arms and legs feebly as Alison watched it in horror. Then a sudden resolve came upon her, and she grabbed hold of it and got up off the bed. It struggled in her hands, and her fingers sank into its flesh which, she discovered, was no more and no less than pure poo. She shuddered and rushed through to the bathroom, where she deposited the disgusting thing in the toilet. Then she flushed.

The baby was far too big to be flushed, however, and it was also none too keen on Alison's plan. Here it proved itself rather more precocious than a human baby, for it pulled itself upright and began climbing out of the bowl even as the flushing water poured over it. Alison backed away, horrified, as it turned beady little brown-within-brown eyes upon her. Then it smiled slowly, revealing a wide, toothless mouth in which lolled what could only be described as a tongue.

Alison fled, hurrying back to her bedroom and slamming the door behind her. She threw herself on her bed, sobbing, wondering how she was ever going to get herself out of this mess. It was all the fault of the spells she had cast, she had no doubt of that, though she had no idea how or why they had gone wrong.

12/10/2008 7:24:53 PM

And then she realized that her bowels were full again. She badly needed to poo, but the thought of going back to the bathroom to face that … thing … it was too awful a concept for words. But her dilemma soon became academic - a long, slender poo slithered out of her anus without warning and then immediately itself turned around, its rounded front end seeking her cunt.

But Alison was too quick. In a flash she had rolled over and jumped off the bed, whereupon she ran for the door as if terrified that her poo would try to come after her. Opening it, she hurried through, only to trip over the nightmarish creature to which she had given birth just a few minutes ago. She fell to the floor, hitting her head on a large, ceramic plant pot which contained a three-year-old yucca. Dazed, she rolled over on to her back, then gasped as she saw that her fecal offspring had apparently grown larger since she had last seen it. It was almost three feet tall, and it was standing upright with the confidence of a human child of the same height.

Without a sound, it pounced upon Alison, landing on her stomach and leaving brown smears of poo all over her flesh where the t-shirt had ridden up to expose her midriff. It reached for her face with two chubby brown arms, and she grabbed hold of its wrists with her hands. Its flesh was soft and her fingers sank into the rotting poo, but although she squeezed as hard as she could, she could not break or sever the horrible infant's limbs. A centimeter or two beneath the squishy excremental epidermis lay a tough skeletal framework of highly compressed poo, and this effectively held the abominable creature together in one piece.

[Edited on December 10, 2008 at 7:27 PM. Reason : I DON'T WANNA DOUBLE POST TOO MUCH, IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN]

12/10/2008 7:26:42 PM

They need to turn this into a movie

12/10/2008 7:27:30 PM

She wrestled with it for a few seconds, then cried out in alarm and clamped her legs together as she felt something probe between the lips of her pussy. With a sinking heart and a churning stomach she felt her vagina opening widen as her most recent poo slid smoothly into her cunt. Summoning all her strength she rolled over on to her side, hurling the poo-child down the stairs. Then she scrabbled at her pussy, inserting her fingers into her cunt, but once again it was too late - the turd was entrenched deep within her body.

This was the last straw. She just had to do something. Perhaps there was a spell for this type of emergency. She got to her feet and dashed into the study, slamming the door behind her.

As she reached out to switch the computer on, she realized that her hands were covered in poo. Indeed, so were her arms, her inner thighs, her shins, and most of her front. She took off her t-shirt and wiped herself down thoroughly, managing to get herself pretty clean within a minute or two. She tossed the t-shirt in a corner - it was now disgustingly filthy.

She switched on the computer and waited impatiently for Windows to load up. She forced herself to relax, to calm down, while she opened the spell book and flicked through it idly. She could understand hardly anything without her brother's computerized notes, but it was at least something to do.

The hard drive finally stopped whirring, and she loaded up the spell translations document. Poring through it, she searched for some reference to reversing the effects of spells, but after half an hour of reading she began to despair of finding such a thing.

12/10/2008 7:28:15 PM

this is just silly

12/10/2008 7:28:22 PM

And then the door handle began to turn. Paralyzed with fear, Alison watched as it rotated through ninety degrees, whereupon the door started to open, pushed from without. Alison lept to her feet and charged against the door, shutting it again and holding the handle firmly in place. It tried to turn underneath her fingers, but her grip was tight and she successfully resisted the attempt.

But how long could she stay here? She realized she needed something to brace the door with, and cast her eyes about the room. There did not seem to be anything that would serve the purpose, but then, what was the point in barricading herself in here? There was no phone in this room, unfortunately, so she could not even call for the emergency services.

Her gaze lit upon her stomach, and a cold sweat broke out upon her brow as she noticed her abdomen was bulging as if she were five or six months along. This was no good - in another half-hour she would be giving birth to another poo-baby, and then what would she do?

Leaning over as far as she could without letting go of the door handle, she turned the computer monitor so that it was facing her. Pulling the keyboard towards her, she managed to reach the Page Up and Page Down keys, which she used to continue searching through the document.

12/10/2008 7:29:13 PM

STOP THIS SHIT

NOBODY IS GOING TO FUCKING READ IT

12/10/2008 7:30:05 PM

Twenty minutes later, something that sounded pretty large was hurling itself against the study door with a loud THUD, THUD sound. The handle quickly turned beneath her grasp and she yelped, but she managed to keep it under her control. Continuing through the translations, she suddenly came across what she was looking for: a cancellation spell. Reading through it carefully, she worked out what she needed to do and memorized the strange Old English words.

Now it was time to make a dash for the kitchen. She took a deep breath, then pulled open the study door and ran out on to the landing, straight into the waiting arms of her hour-old poo-child, which was now more than six feet tall and built like a heavyweight boxer. She screamed as it wrapped its arms around her, pulling her against its foul, squishy body. Her naked breasts pressed into its stomach, sinking deep into the soft poo. Her pregnant bulge did likewise, then slid up the creature's torso as it lifted Alison bodily off the ground.

She screamed again and began kicking at it, but although her toes sank a couple of inches into the monster's legs with each blow, it did not appear to feel any pain. It carried her through into her bedroom and threw her down on to her bed. Before she had time to roll out from under it, it had lowered itself on top of her, pinning her down so she could not move. In the illumination of her bedside light, she watched in horror as its moist, knobbly, evil-smelling face approached hers with a sickening inevitability. Its mouth opened and a long, brown tongue snaked out, seeking her lips.

[Edited on December 10, 2008 at 7:32 PM. Reason : after this one, the last post for awhile, gonna go study (lolz) speculate about whats coming up etc]

12/10/2008 7:30:11 PM

wat

12/10/2008 7:31:32 PM

piss off recievedeath

I'm engrossed

12/10/2008 7:32:27 PM

Eyes wide with terror, Alison kept her lips firmly shut, but the creature's tongue merely began to lick all over her face, coating her cheeks, nose, forehead, chin and eyelids with sticky wet poo. In doing so, perhaps inadvertently, it pushed some poo up into both of her nostrils, so that she could not breathe. She was forced to open her mouth to take a gulp of air, and in that moment the disgusting long tongue of poo slid into her mouth and began to wrestle with her own tongue in a vile French kiss.

She exhaled sharply through her nose, blasting her nostrils free of poo, and began to hyperventilate as her brain refused to acknowledge what was happening to her. She felt the monster's tongue probe the back of her throat, causing her to gag, but she managed to hold her supper down as the immensely long tongue snaked down her esophagus towards her stomach.

A moment later she experienced her first contraction. The creature apparently felt it, too, for it withdrew its tongue and got up on to its knees, straddling her. Alison tried to get up, but it dispassionately shoved her back down. Turning around so that it had its back to her face, it sat heavily on her chest and bent down to have a look at her pussy. It pulled her legs apart, and Alison beat upon its lower back with her fists, to no avail.

Another contraction came, and she began to strain to force the new poo-baby out. The huge monster sitting astride her began to massage her pussy, sliding its squishy hands up and down over her clit and labia. This caused her to shudder with revulsion, but it seemed to help a little with the pain.

[Edited on December 10, 2008 at 7:33 PM. Reason : gonna end it at a cliffhanger]

12/10/2008 7:32:35 PM

With the next contraction the new poo-baby emerged, inch by inch, until the adult monster could get hold of it. The huge creature pulled it out and turned around with a great beam upon its brown face, showing Alison the little version of itself that she had just given birth to. She turned away, tears pouring down her cheeks.

The monster set the infant down on the bed next to him, then it lay back down on top of Alison, who was still on her back with her legs spread. She was trying to ignore what was happening, to think of something else, but this became impossible when she felt something new enter her abused vagina. Looking up with a shocked expression into the smiling face of the adult creature on top of her, she realized it had just inserted a large, fecal penis into her. It began to thrust, pumping its hard member in and out of her cunt, while its open mouth drooled liquid poo on to her face. She turned her face to one side and spat in disgust.

[Edited on December 10, 2008 at 7:33 PM. Reason : BRB later]

12/10/2008 7:33:39 PM

I'm not reading this text-parade.

I will accept it as both batfuck insane and something found in the deepest crevasses of the intrawebnetz, and that will suffice. But I'm not going to read all that shit just to find out how weird some random person is, who I already know is weird by the fact that they are the subject of the weirdest story FailMcAIDS has ever seen.

12/10/2008 7:34:41 PM

it's all just interracial creampie porn.

12/10/2008 7:37:56 PM

haha this is great

12/10/2008 7:39:24 PM

suspend FailMcAIDS for double posting

12/10/2008 7:40:09 PM

STOP THIS SHIT

NOBODY IS GOING TO FUCKING READ IT

12/10/2008 7:40:26 PM

wtf, i actually read this horrible story, i was hoping for a good ending

12/10/2008 7:47:49 PM

nope, the ending sux. Google it. i'm sad that I did

12/10/2008 7:49:30 PM

words words and more words

12/10/2008 7:51:43 PM

Quote :

"it's all just interracial creampie porn."

ahahahhahaha

12/10/2008 7:52:48 PM

I whistled for a cab and when it came near the
Licensplate said fresh and had a dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought now forget it, yo home to bel-air

12/10/2008 7:56:34 PM

Quote :

"nope, the ending sux. Google it. i'm sad that I did "

I don't even know what keywords to use to try and find the ending...

12/10/2008 8:08:05 PM

you could try the first two sentences, for starters. put them in quotes like so:

"One particular spell caught her eye. It was a cure for constipation."

it'll search for the whole phrase. and it finds it

12/10/2008 8:10:21 PM

I was trying to search by keywords such as "poo baby", "poo mutant story"

I shall now read the ending!

12/10/2008 8:15:39 PM

the whole thing is hilarious

but it's the details like

Quote :

"She fell to the floor, hitting her head on a large, ceramic plant pot which contained a three-year-old yucca."

Quote :

"She switched on the computer and waited impatiently for Windows to load up."

that make it pure gold

12/10/2008 8:18:45 PM

post da link

12/10/2008 8:19:40 PM

whoa

12/10/2008 8:35:56 PM

tl;dr

12/10/2008 8:46:44 PM

Here's the whole story, images included
http://www.asstr.org/~Arthur_Saxon/Alison_1.html

12/10/2008 8:54:04 PM

12/10/2008 8:59:55 PM

http://Alison and the Lust-Crazed Army of Sentient Poo Monsters

12/10/2008 9:03:33 PM

Shity Ending

12/10/2008 9:07:58 PM

IT DOESN'T END THERE, YOU MORONS THERE'S THE SEQUEL

12/10/2008 9:44:46 PM

Shit is not meant to re-enter the body. With that being said, I would like to see the conclusion of the story.

12/10/2008 9:49:11 PM

did fap

12/10/2008 9:59:59 PM