Deanna's Tao (Book Two)
Chapter Four
Slut in A Wheelchair
Dee with broken shoe in hand, began leaking pee down her crossed over legs
ten minutes after the poor groaning and shuddering creature in the special
chair (Miss Renée Crutené) was quickly assigned a preparation room. The
urgency was due to a particularly violent seizure that had prompted the
alarmed and noticeably angry patients to insist that she be seen right away.
The seizure, in concert with the cacophony of strident sounds from the
chair's bottom hell, was so severe that blood from the now partially torn
root of her vastly stretched tongue mixed with the thick, greenish vomit that
spewed out and past her massively enlarged, rubber-sheet covered stomach. The
rancid, bile-diluted concoction looked and smelled horrible as it oozed
towards Dee's bladder induced dancing feet.
Dee blanched at the sight but quickly focused on her own malaise as soon as
the woman was wheeled out by her only slightly concerned attendant. Dee began
to shuffle in small tip toed steps towards the scowling receptionist. Drops
of piss could be seen running around her ankles.
"You may not leave that area of the room Miss Winston. You are just too
filthy and smelly at the moment. Just stay there until you are called", the
haughty hair-in a-bun, bitch contemptuously noted for all to hear.
"Please Miss, I can hold it no longer" Dee pleaded in a whiney, desperate
voice.
"What is it you are saying Miss Winston?" came the snide reply.
"I, I, I, am starting to, to, l... leee... leak ma'am. I have, have, to,
t... to urinate now. Please let me go to the rest room immediately. I am so
embarrassed and these poor people are also, I'm sure." Dee began weeping as
her humiliation increased.
"Jesus, let the poor bitch go" shouted the skinny, pale faced, woman waiting
closest to Dee. "She smells like a Manhattan garbage scow and looks too
ridiculous to be tolerated. Damn woman, how could you get yourself in such a
mess"?
"I suppose you may be right Mrs. Stephens" the once rude, very hairy-armed,
employee replied sweetly to the wife of a CEO who was worth three billion
dollars. "We do apologize for the disruption Miss Winston has caused".
"Miss Winston please go immediacy to room eight down the hall. Miss Crutené
is there also, so please do not cause a disturbance. You will strip and use
the flask located on the table to give us a specimen. Do not fill it more
than half way. Go now!"
Dee surged forward with a quick and blessed. "Oh! Thank you so much Miss" to
the skinny woman.
"Fuck you, you monkey-toed, slovenly cum bucket" Mrs. Stephens muttered loud
enough for most to hear.
In her haste, Dee slipped in the congealing vomit and nearly fell to the
floor. She regained her balance only at the expense of dropping all her paper
work, her broken shoe and her gigantic sex-toy-filled bag. Nine sets of
female lungs collectively expanded at the sight of Dee - in profile to most -
as she bent and squatted somewhat to recover her belongings. Her
valentine-shaped ass jutted up and out massively beyond the tiny cinched-in
waist. Equally unbelievable, was the naked tit that swayed ponderously as its
freakish nipple brushed the floor. Dee stood quickly, not even bothering to
cover herself as the desperate journey towards Preparation Room eight
continued. A heavy surge of piss ran down her inner right leg, partially
dissolving a thick wad of vaginal venom that had congealed on the elevator.
Green vomit and hot piss slathered between her squelching, long, bending
toes. Her jumping and jutting ass disappeared down the hall.
The sight that greeted Dee as she quickly entered the room caused her to
piss on herself full strength for several seconds and to again, drop all of
her belongings. The door slammed in loud response to her unconscious,
violent, backward, arm thrust. She cried out at the sight of a situation even
her extremely perverted mind could never have imagined.
"Keep your cock sucking mouth shut and do not interfere" snarled the
attendant with Renée. "You understand cow slut?"
Now standing in an increasingly expanding pool of her own pee and dissolved
cunt cream, Dee nodded silently as she witnessed Renée - with head harness
and dental appliance still attached - attempting to stand up away from the
large motorized chair. She was gallantly attempting to remove a hideously
wide, clear plastic shaft from her impossibly gaping ass hole. The shaft was
firmly attached the seat of the chair with removable brass studs. Over ten
inches of the torturous pole was evident now that the back of the chair was
removed. A thick, tar like bubbling mass could be seen flowing up through the
shaft as Renée continued to attempt to extricate herself from it. It was bulb
shaped and the thickest diameter had yet to be exposed. Thus, the more she
stood, the more her anus widened. Renée bellowed and screamed in loud animal
like snorts, and screeches.
Renée's situation was uniquely and horribly compounded by the massive size
and weight of her ungodly distended abdomen which was still receiving a
voluminous quantity of hot, thick, clay and tar which was diluted with
liquefied cloves, castor oil and fiery pepper concentrates. Her stomach was
so swollen that it bloated beyond her ability to join hands at the inverted
navel, which was the size of a D cell battery. So full were her guts with the
peanut butter-thick, spicy mud that their curvaceous convolutions could be
traced in relief all across the too thin, awfully stretched surface of skin.
Her abdominal muscles strained and became spastic in their attempt to keep
the internal dam from rupturing. Her belly now hung on her wide-splayed
thighs as she lifted another agonizing inch off the hollow gut-feeding shaft.
Her eyes bulged as never before and a complete sheen of sweat poured
downward. Fingers clawed small bloody furrows in the two foot, elongated,
pendulous tits that hung and flopped off the sides of her massive abdomen.
Another inch off the shaft was accomplished in concert with a deep internal
rumbling of gut gas that had no means of escape. And still, the widest
portion in the middle of the shaft was not evident.
Renéee gagged and slobbered more green slime. Inhuman guttural sounds spewed
past her maxed out elongated bleeding tongue. Her mouth was made to gape so
wide by the torturous head and dental apparatus, that a large fist could have
been inserted. The width of the bulb shaped shaft was now so horrible that
further lifting began to result in an inversion of her lower colon as well as
her rupturing anus.
"That's my girl" encouraged the attendant in white. Come on you fucking
enema-loving slut. You wished for a new record of inversion and quantity and
I think you may succeed."
"Garrr... bubbberrr... ubbblllurrr... eeeeee... ghaaaa" Renée gagged and
sputtered with a totally incomprehensible and pleading throat utterance. Her
eyes were so blood-shot, over worked and beseeching in horror that they
suggested almost totally insanity. Still she gagged and pulled, finally
attaining the widest (six and one half-inch) portion of the still feeding
shaft. Fourteen inches were now exposed.
"Bingo, bitch!" shouted the attendant. Renée screeched and stopped as if to
savor the moment of maximum attainment and utter fulfillment. Another quart
of hot clay expanded her belly an additional inch. A plethora of blue veins
patterned the tight, shiny, gut corrugated surface.
Dee's cunt jerked inwardly in erotic response to the sight of Renée's
gigantically inverted, bulging gut. It was an impossible sight. Filled with
at least two quarts of stinking mud, the exposed gut and bleeding anus hung
over a foot outside the wide crease of Renéee's medium sized ass. The
agonized slut was so needful of the horrible treatment however, that she rose
off the widest portion of the bulb in order that even more mud might be
pumped into the relieved small space.
An audible Splurt was heard as yet another pint was injected into what Dee
supposed had to be the world's most capacious intestines. The gut bag of hot
mud hung down an additional two inches. It was so stuffed that it was about
four inches wide as it exited Renée's well used but ruptured ass hole and as
rounded as a football below. The attendant quickly attached a spring-loaded
clamp to the open end of the prolapsed gut as Renée rose off the
eighteen-inch plastic monster. The agonizing force of the steaming, muddy
clay/tar that spurted from the ten gallon reservoir in the enclosed bottom of
the motorized chair was evident, as several ejaculations cascaded over a foot
in the air before the attendant could shut off the pump motor.
Dee's rabid cunt began churning. Unbeknownst to her, Renée, though pained as
never before in her six tortuous years as an enema slave, was ecstatic that
she had perhaps yet again, exceeded her previous intestinal capacity. Dee's
knowing eye did perceive a scintillating flash of pride and erotic response
in Renée's horrible grimace. After all, the goatish bitch only lived to have
her guts expanded so as to accommodate the vile concoctions of her Owner.
Now, if only she could shit the hardening mass out in one long, massive turd
as ordered. Then it could be weighed and measured to confirm her new record.
If successful, she would be allowed a night of personal attention by her most
malicious Owner
"Do not fall to your knees Renée" the attendant scowled with malice. "Move
your bloated gut to the evacuation room. You know the drill."
"Ghagggggurrrrreeee, ackkkk, blithhhhhh." Renée yodeled in agony and new
found fear. She indeed knew the drill. She would be beaten with a thin,
leather handled, wispy, single barbed wire over her super-elongated,
completely pendulous tits, back and ass for the entire two hours. Worse was
the pounding her massively hanging prolapsed gut would have to endure from a
thin wooded dowel. She would then be ordered to her bloody posterior and made
to shit out the firmly impacted mass. Worse, she would be required to scuttle
backward with widely spread legs and pushing feet so as to lay out the
horrific tube in one continuous display and measurement. This would take
hours, if indeed successful. If not, the mass would be softened with quarts
of extremely hot, horse liniment and raw lye soap and re-injected back into
her already seared intestines. She would then be plugged and made to crawl on
her back and massive belly for two days in the lower, filthy echelons of the
horror manor that was her home. After 48 hours, she would be allowed to
evacuate the foul mess in a wooden enclosed slave privy. There, with only her
nose plugged with a life-support plastic air nozzle, and loaded with massive
injections of antibiotics, she would spend three days, completely submerged,
with all ten pierced finger tips chained behind her back to miniature toe tip
connectors.
As Renée turned and waddled out of the room, Dee began oozing as she noted
the lewd and very loose prolapsed bag swinging wildly between the extremely
bowed legs. She did not note the small dribble of cunt concoction contributed
by Renée to the front portion of the exposed gut.
As quickly and as assuredly as a foot fetish frequents the supermarkets on a
Summertime Saturday, Dee became increasingly horny at the sight of Renée. No
less than the earth/sun orientation of a lunar eclipse, the vision of
elongated, sausage tits rebounding off the sweaty belly and inside-out
intestines slapping the back of thighs, also aligned itself to her perverse
preference for the impossible dank dirty deeds of BDSM.
Her debauched anal-freak, best friend Annie had often rambled about how she
planned one day to turn her colon inside out from frequent, massive, but
controlled abuse. However, to date all she had attained was a tennis-ball
sized hemorrhoid which often poked outside the edges of her nicely rounded
but slight ass cheeks.
Quickly removing her soggy ruined skirt and no-button, worthless blouse,
Dee, with Annie still in her carnal thoughts, retrieved the thumb-sized
catheter she always carried in a special side compartment of her oversized
bag. It was significantly larger than the largest made for the medical
profession. Her mother custom made a dozen of increasing size out of the
necessity of accommodating Dee's grossly large urethra and the fact that Dee
was often required to wear a variety of customized, unremovable chastity
devices, most of which had a hole just large enough for insertion of a
catheter. Over time, her urethra had stretched to the degree that she was now
down to the largest her mother had made nine years ago. It was as long and
thick as her index finger. Smearing it with a slick antibiotic, she easily
inserted it through the slit in the bra harness and into her nearly full
bladder. With a sigh of relief, she quickly emptied six ounces of urine into
the specimen bottle.
Her naked, right breast swayed and slammed heavily into her hip and torso as
she walked slowly to the table to return the bottle. A small spurt of lactate
wet the floor as she leaned against the table to settle her tossing sacs and
waxing erotic thoughts. The hedonist image was a frequent rerun about how her
genius-intellected, ever prurient friend, would orgasm several times in the
course of gulping just one bladder load of Dee's piss directly into her
mouth, until her cheeks bloated like a voracious chipmunk's, before
swallowing the warm, sour nectar greedily and taking the next load directly
into her gargling throat. Dee smiled in contentment and quickly dribbled a
few emotional, love-charged tears. She sowed her daily acknowledgement and
tribute to her universal broker for her fortune in having such an emotional
and psychologically strong, totally committed and extremely capable friend.
She adored Annie, a feeling that was abundantly shared by her over-achieving,
fecal imbuing, slutty and saintly friend.
Dee never ceased to be amazed at Annie's ability to grease through high
school - as the class valedictorian no less - with little or no need to study
more than a few hours a week, secure a degree in medicine in seven years,
complete her residency and qualify to hang her shingle in proctology (as much
a surprise to Dee as a pin in the nipple-induced clit swelling). Moreover,
Annie had been active in the educational focused activities of the National
Organization for Women (and with intention to become an argumentative but
almost always logical dissenter of the narrowly focused, mutual admiration
discussions of the blinded by cause, no-give element).
Forgetful of the need to get out of the torture bra harness, Dee reached
under her fifty pounds of mammary with both arms, creating a compressed,
uneven, twenty-inch cleavage in the process. With much practiced aim, she
grabbed each hairy, slippery, very thick, outer cunt lip and tugged them in a
variety of elasticized directions. It was intentionally painful because each
had already been mashed out in a dangerous compression by the six inch wide
crotch strap of the garment. She had, once again, entered another ribald
reverie. The ruby red nipples, which were about the size and recumbence of a
mature male penis, began to stiffen. Her breathing quickened and the lips
stretched another inch as she recalled both the brave and utterly raunchy
first meeting she had with Annie a week before her near death ordeal with her
mother. It had occurred on a warm, summer day after school.
