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On 24/03/2018 at 3:17 PM, foker said:

If you like the story you can find some more at my patreon:

https://www.patreon.com/foker

Cheers!

Let me tell you that you are just awesome!

Despite your sprouting reputation as a writer, you made the audacious decision of settings the patreon fee to monthly instead of per release, and 10$ minimum to access anything new. This way, in case you forget to publish a chapter, your bank account send you a gentle, yet noticeable reminder at the end of the month so that you think about doing something for the next time.

And this goals of 50 patreons to ensure your motivation, just bravo! Most people would feel the need of promising something solid like a precise writing schedule or a certain amount of text in exchange of receiving between 300 and 400 $ per month. But you didn't made this mistake, this way you avoid disappointing your fans if your inspiration ever fade out or just just don't feel like writing anymore at a time when only you have a dozen of person investing ten dollars on you each month.

I also love the way you are promoting other fellows creator of patreon such as jm/teikokukizoku (https://www.patreon.com/teikokukizoku) who provided your front illustration. And how considerate of you to spare his modesty by avoiding mentioning his name.

I can only bow in front of your business sens. Yet I plead you to excuse me for the little suggestion. Maybe you could make a five dollar tier that doesn't give any compensation at all, just to allow less fortunate people to have the pleasure of throwing money at you. That's just a little change but feel like could make your patreon go beyond the state of perfection it already reached.

That was a very pleasant read. Thank you.

I so glad you didn't desapear. Thank for this new chapte!

Chapter 2

 

It must have been about 10 in the morning when the apartment buzzer went off. It didn’t quite get Melissa out of her bed straight away, but the sound of her roommate answering the door woke her up a bit. She listened as the door shut and then braced herself as the door to her room opened.

“For you, sleepy head.” Said Vic, standing in the doorway holding a small cardboard box. The dozing redhead blinked her eyes open and rubbed them clean, but stayed in her vertical position.

“Thanks.” She mumbled, smiling at her roomie, before frowning. “Wait, are you dressed already? Jeez, I’m not getting out of bed till like 12.” Vic was indeed fully dressed-she was wearing a fashionable black skirt and long sleeved white shirt, both of which looked like they cost more money than Melissa would normally earn in a month. Well, before her latest project started at any rate. Her dark-brown hair had been done up into her trademark chopstick bun.

“Some of us take our classes seriously.” Replied the Asian girl, walking into the room and placing the box on the drawers by the bed. “Late night?”

“Eh, sort of.” Answered Melissa, hoping that Vic wouldn’t notice her blush. “Think I’ll just keep snoozing for now though. You enjoy seizing the day.”

“See you later, Mel. Oh, what did you order, if I can ask?”

“Oh, just laptop stuff. New mic.” Said Mel, waving a hand dismissively. Vic nodded, satisfied with this answer.

“Alright, sure. Sweet dreams, my hard little worker.”

“Eat me.”

With that, Vic shut the door and left the apartment. Melissa sat up and grabbed at the box on the bedside drawers. It was indeed the new mic she had ordered. She had made more money than she had planned on, so why not put some of that towards making the actual cam show better? Of course, depending on what her eager viewers suggested, there might be additional production costs. She only had the one actual toy, after all, and that might not cut it if the current rate of interest kept up.

Well, she was up now. Time to grab a shower, have something to eat, watch some cartoons…and then prepare for tonight. Mel smiled to herself as she got out of bed, rubbing her eyes again. Last night was just a warmup. Tonight she really got to work.
 
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When the video starts, Mellissa’s face is right there, filling up the whole screen. Her green eyes light as she sees that the camera is on. She grins, and asks if the chat can hear her, if the video is working, and so on. When they confirm that everything is fine she nods happily. Then she starts to move backwards, and as her upper body comes into view it becomes clear that she’s sitting down backwards in a wheeled, office style chair, which obscures everything down from her chin. Her arms  rest on the edge of the chair rest, and she leans her head lazily on its side.

“What’s uuuuuuup, my peeps?” she says, waving a hand. “We excited for tonight? We’ve got a lot to get through so I’ll try and just, you know, blast through a lot of this stuff. But there is one thing I thought off when I was passing my roommate’s room, and I just had to show you guys! So she’s a big old nerd with a big old nerdy computer, and she uses this chair for it.” Melissa pats the chair with her hand. “And I had this cool idea…”

Melissa starts to shimmy away further from the camera, revealing her legs as they push her around the floor. They’re facing away from her, feet pointing 180 degrees in the opposite direction from her face.  The sly teen waits a few moments for this to sink in before smirking for the camera. 

 “Surprise!” she says. Then she spins around on the pivot so that the chair does a full rotation. As the chair turns, it is revealed that her upper body has twisted itself in such a way that she’s facing backwards as the rest of her body faces forwards. Her middrift is fully exposed, as it turns out that Mel is only in her underwear. This means that her spine can be seen visibly flexing around, with the area between her chest and her hips contorted to the side in a way that looks unnervingly unnatural. The camera gets a good view of her torso as she spins in a circle, legs extended behind her, before she completes a full spin.

“Pre-tay cool, huh?” she says, obviously pleased with her own creativity. “Hang on, let me give you
all a better view.” She re-positions herself on the chair so that her upper body is facing the camera while the rest of her sits backwards, her ass to the camera. Mel places her hands on her firm cheeks, her index fingers slipping under the black panties obscuring the rest of her butt. She starts to spread her cheeks, very slowly, until just a hint of her asshole is visible peeking around the edges of her underwear. Then she lets go and smiles.
 
“We’ll get to that fun stuff later!” she says. Her upper body spins around until she’s facing the “right” way around again, and she reshuffles herself until she’s sat in her chair in a way that most human beings would consider normal. “OK, then, let’s do this. Let’s see what we got.” Mel starts to read from her laptop again, biting her lower lip as she does so. “Mmmhmm, yes, think I might as well go straight for that. Ok, guys. Good news is, I’m taking my clothes of for you all!”
 
Mel gets to work stripping herself of her remaining clothes. Her bra s unhooked and launched underarm-style onto her bed. Her breasts are pale and rounded, her pink nipples and areola appearing unusually large on her body. Then she slides her panties off. The way the camera is positioned gives the viewer a perfect view of her crotch as she drags the garments off of her legs and up over her feet, after which they join their fellow underwear on the bed. Mel sits naked on the chair, legs still mostly together but with her hands on her thighs, tracing circles in a way that betrays her excitement.
 
“Hmph, I felt like such such a cam girl there.” Said Melissa. “I mean don’t get me wrong, love to all the camgirls in the world. But I’m hoping to put on something a bit wilder, you know? Something crazy. I mean I’ve got the body for it, might as well, right?” She stares off into her laptop for a minute, letting the chat reply to her. She laughs. “Oh, you guys are so sweet. I’m so happy you’re all here for this.” There was a ping, and the redheaded teen laughed even louder. “The money helps, haha! Thanks!”
Melissa spreads her legs. Given her flexibility this is no small statement-she easily hooks them up behind her head as her upper body leans forward, completely exposing her pussy and ass to the camera. Her fingers drum on her inner thighs as she addresses the camera.
 
“Ok, class, before we begin, anyone have any questions or small requests?” she asks. It’s not long before she has a few to read out. “Memphis_boy asks “how stretchy are your pussy lips?”. Well that’s a good question, MB! Let me show you.”
 
Today’s theme is: What can I fit inside myself?” she says. She hooks her fingers inside herself and spreads her pussy. It easily stretches outwards, showing off her elasticity and the warm, wet depths of her hole. “The answers may surprise you! Let’s start with a favourite.” Mel withdraws one hand from her folds but keeps the other one there, and starts to insert more fingers, impatiently mashing her hand into her twat. Given her stretchy nature, it’s not long before the cheeky redhead has fit her fist inside her slit.
 
“Ah we all remember our first fist” she says, sighing happily. “I was so proud of myself.” Her happy look is directed at the camera, and morphs into her familiar smirk. “To think I was so happy to settle for just one.” Her second had flies down and once again, Mel starts to force her fingers inside herself. Whereas most women would have been struggling to find space and spent considerable time and effort exerting themselves, this pussy is all too happy to cede ground and expand around the invading digits. Mel still grunts with pleasure at the feeling, and a bead of sweat forms on her forehead, but considering she was double-fisting herself, the lack of effort was startling.
 
“Hah...yeah, this was a much prouder moment for me.” She says, looking directly at the camera when her hands are stuck securely inside of herself. She moves them in and out a little, producing wet slurping noises that compliment her occasional heavy breath, and of course the newly started up wave of soft ‘pings’ from the laptop as viewers rushed to donate to her page. “Oh wait, I can’t scroll down the chat like this. Gimme a minute.” Mel moves her hips to wiggle her chair forwards and angles her elbow towards the unseen laptop. A tongue sticks out of her mouth as she concentrates on the task at hand, swearing as she messes up, before eventually succeeding.
 
“Ah, yes, this works. Hmm… Cloud182 asks “can u fist ur womb”. Nice and direct, I like it!” Reads Mel, smiling at the camera. “Well, Cloud, yes and no. It’s actually not really possible for a girl to go that deep on herself. Yes, even me, and yes I have tried, thank you. Buuuuut…” Mel winks at the camera and shakes her head. “Well, you can find out soon! Ok, let’s see what other weird ideas you guys gave me-oh, please, really? Well, you did pay for it…”
 
Mel withdraws her fists at once with a splash, and for a very brief window her pussy is gaped for all to see, like an invisible tennis ball had been shoved up her hole. But she quickly unfolds herself from her exposed position and moves away from the camera to rummage about underneath her bed for a bit, throwing old magazines and dvd cases around as she searched for her prize. When she does eventually return, Mellissa is holding what is unmistakably a bright red dildo, about 10 inches long and around 3 inches wide.
 
“So, confession time-oh wait, you guys are upset! Oh no!” Mel puts on a sad face as she leans over to read the comment. “My pussy was gaping open and I didn’t show it off… oh no… you poor little guys.” She starts to wipe away tears that are 100% imaginary.  “A bloo bloo bloo. Haha. Guys, trust me, there’s no part of me you won’t be seeing by the end of this, ok? Let me just get some of these easy ones out of the way.” Mel sits back down spread legged on the chair, revealing a vagina that has returned to a somewhat normal shape.
 
“Anyway, as I was saying! Yeah, I don’t really use dildos that much. Honestly.” She pauses for effect as a hand circles around the head of the toy, eyes reading the chat. “No, really. No bullshit. I prefer being creative, you know? A girl like me can do weird and wonderful things If she has imagination.” Mel nevertheless places the tip of the dildo on her labia and begins to massage it, teasing it inside herself slowly, until the head disappears from view. The new 10 minutes or so are devoted mostly to the toy, with occasional interruptions from Mel to read whatever chat comments she finds funny at the time. 
 
“babekilla asks “if regular dildos bore you, have you thought about horse dildos? P.S loving your videos so far you absolute babe.” Awww, thanks babekilla! Wait, does that mean you want to kill me?” The masturbating redhead ponders this for a moment before shaking her head and returning to the point at hand. “Uh, anyway: The answer is sort of? I live with a roommate, you know? I don’t mind if she finds a dildo, we all do it. But a horse shaped one might invite some awkward questions. But it’s a nice idea… “ as she talks, a small bulge can be seen just under her belly button, pressing upwards. She pats it with her spare hand.
 
“Ah, I must have pushed past my cervix without realising.” She says, nonchalantly. “It happens sometimes. I’ll show you all later. Let’s keep going… ah, anal play, eh?” continues the redhead. “Hmm, only got the one dildo on me I’m afraid, and it’s currently in use.” She pushes the red toy further into herself for emphasis. “What to do, what to do… “
 
Melissa rubs her chin, staring off into the distance in apparent thought. Meanwhile, her left foot lifts itself off the floor and planted itself between her legs. She bounces it up and down, still not looking at it, and eventually she turns the toes inwards, towards herself, twisting her foot beyond a normal human’s capacity. Her other foot also raises itself up in a similar fashion, joining its counterpart between her legs. The redhead starts to raise herself slightly up in her chair, tucking her legs in further and further, manipulating her body until eventually, she’s sitting on her own feet in twisty take on an Indian sitting position, toes resting against her anus.
 
Due to the position of the camera, it’s a little hard to make out exactly what was going on. One look at the growing smile and pink blush on the face of Melissa is enough to tip off that she’s planning something very dirty. It’s not immediately apparent, but sooner or later it’s clear that there’s at least a few toes tucked inside her asshole. It’s only now that the stretchy teen addresses the situation, turning to face the camera and raising a sultry brow.
 
“Bet you’ve never seen a girl do this before, right?” she says, knowing the answer full well. The fresh salvo of beeps from the laptop signifies that this trick is going down very well with her audience. Rather than try to force her feet in any deeper, Mel instead goes sideways. Her rectum is pulled apart like elastic as she moves her feet back and forth, toes hooked inside herself. She continues to do this for a while before eventually reaching her hands down and giving her feet a little help, pushing them in further until they’re ankle deep, at which point she stops.
 
“OK, that’s enough for now. Time for something else that I’ve been eyeing up for a while.”
 
Mel drags herself towards her desk with her hands, feet still stuck up her own ass, then roots through the drawers for a while until she produces two normal pens. She holds them up to the camera like a magician showing a prop to an audience before being used for a trick. Then, slowly, she brings the two pens towards her nipples.
 
“So, this is something I’ve only done once or twice during my little, uh, home experiments” says Mel, tapping the tips of the pens against her perky nipples as she talks. The taps go from light and brief to longer and heavier, before morphing into sustained rubs, the points jagging into the flesh. Then, suddenly, the metallic tips disappeared inside.
 
“Ooh, that always feels strange.” Mutters Melissa, almost inaudibly. Both pens were now inside her tits. She lets go of them, and for a few seconds they hang down from her breasts, still attached, until gravity takes over and the slide out, landing somewhere in amidst the chaotic scenes happening around her waist. Laughing, the redhead fishes around down there for them.
 
“Wow, this chair might need washed after this.” She says as she feels around for the stay pens. “Hope Vic doesn’t notice, haha. Oh, probably shouldn’t say her name. Oh well!”
 
Retrieving the pens again, Mel goes to pop them back in before stopping. She moves her chair closer to the camera, showing off her nipples. They both have a small but still very noticeable gape. She traces them with her fingers, but her digits are still a little too big to fit in right now. Frowning, the teen gets to work with the pens, shoving them in roughly and moving them in circular motions, trying to create more room.
 
“Come on…that’s it…” she says, visibly flustered. She moves herself up and down, working both the dildo in her pussy and of course the extremities in her ass. Moaning and groaning as she gets into it, Mel suddenly gasps, and all at once she seems to unfold like a structurally insecure origami figure. The dildo is pushed further inside herself while, at the same time, her feet fly out of her anus. This proves to be so disorienting for poor Melissa that she topples off of her chair with a startled yelp, limbs going everywhere like a rag doll. There is a brief moment of silence before she clambers back up into view, laughing.
 
“Hah, that was scary!” she says to the camera, looking somewhat out of breathe. She checks herself over for any damage before continuing. “OK, cool, no broken bones. Got lucky. I’m kinda fragile, cause of…oh, shoot.”
 
Melissa regards her own chest. She must have landed directly on it, because the pens that were previously tip-deep inside her nipples had now been forced in more than halfway up their length. Mel’s lips purse and gasp as she regards the strange intrusions into her body, and she cannot help but put her hands to her breasts and squeeze, feeling out the hard bodies.
 
“Oh…so…this wasn’t part of the plan” she says, simply. One hand tries to pull the alien object out of its new home, but some sort of resistance prevents it. A few more tugs meet a similar end. Frowning, the college girl taps out a frustrated rhythm on her tits as she thinks on how to proceed. Then she clicks her fingers and rushes over to her bedside drawers. She comes back over to the camera and sits down. In her hands are a pair of tweezers.
 
“Yes, this should do.” She says. She grabs one pen in its grip and tugs, but again there is little movement. She inches the tweezers downwards and then, with some force, digs the ends down inside her nipples about a third of the way in, before clamping them shut again. This time, when she pulls, the stuck pen moves backwards, until eventually it’s free. Her nipple is now gaping open, a site that once again sets off the beeps from the laptop. When she’s done removing the other pen, Melissa sighs and wipes her brow.
 
“Phew. That was a trip to the doctors I did not want to make.” She says, laughing now that it was done. She flicks at her gaping nipples with one hand, before gasping. “Oh hey,this would be a good shot for you guys!  Let me show you the goods now!”
 
Mel gets back onto the chair and spreads her legs for the camera, and makes sure to use her hands to show herself off as fully as possible, holding her labia and pulling to the side. Her pussy is now as wide as it was before during that brief, teasing glimpse post-fisting, but now it was on full display. Her cervix is also visibly open, meaning that technically speaking viewers could see the inside of her womb, although it was too dark to make out much of it. Her asshole was just as wide even without assistance from her hands, red-rimmed and hungry looking. And rounding off the display, Mel’s nipples stayed gaped by about half an inch. She had never been so open in her life.
 
The redhead smiles as she reads the chat and hears the sweet, sweet sound of donations coming in. “Oh, thank you all so much!” she says, squirming happily in her chair, legs high above her head. “I think this is a nice place to call it though. Same time next time, ok?”
 
The thoroughly gaped Melissa says her final goodbyes before leaning forward. The camera goes black.
 

Stretch Goal

by Melatonin

Summary :

Melissa, a cheerful young redheaded student, suffers from Ehlers-Danlos syndrome, which leaves her with hyper elastic skin and joints. Luckily she exists in a porn story so instead of having chronic pain and disabilities, she just gets to stretch herself like Elastagirl on a webcam to pay off her debts.

 

Chapter 1

There’s a flicker of light as the webcam is turned on. It’s a small room with pink walls, lit by a hanging overhead light. A bookcase filled with a mixture of textbooks and airport novels is on the right. Miscellaneous items are visible on the shelves-a hairbrush, loose coins and some sort of comic book action figure, posing heroically for the camera. Across from it lies a small bed, covered in white sheets, hastily tidied. The door out is directly across from wherever the webcam has been set up.

A teenage head pops into view. She had fiery red hair that seems wild and artless in a way that you only get with lots of care. Two emerald green eyes stare into the camera. Then the girl smiles.

“Aaaand we’re on!”  she says, giggling. “Hey guys, Melissa here! It’s happening! Wooo!” Her eyes can be seen darting to her right, as if reading something just off camera, before she starts to speak again. “Wow, there’s a lot of you guys on chat, huh? Ok, I’m gonna do a quick recap in case anyone comes in who doesn’t know the deal, and to give people time to log in before we start. That cool, everyone? Yeah? Ok!” She claps her hands and rubs them together before starting her introductory remarks.

“Ok, so for those of you who don’t know, my names Melissa, I’m a sophomore student here at the University of Illinois, I’m studying history-total history nerd. Total comic nerd. Like, for real, don’t get me started. Uh, anyway…” Melissa shakes her head and laughs briefly, in such a way that her fiery hair briefly goes over her eyes before she brushes it out of the way. “I kinda have a bunch of student debts to pay off, same as most of us, right? So I thought I’d so the usual camgirl shit, get some dolla-dollas that way. But I thought I’d do it with a slight, shall we say, twist.”

As she speaks, Melissa turns her left arm around and, suddenly, it seems to twist itself into a painful, unnatural position, as though it were suddenly dislocated. She stands up and turns around, before letting her now mangled-looking arm dangle in front of the camera. It is revealed that Melissa is a healthy looking girl with a generous bust-D cups at least-wearing a black shirt that ended just beneath her belly button, and stylishly tattered pair of cut-off jeans that left most of her bare legs exposed. Her face throughout all of this remains calm. In fact, as she holds her arm that way and reads the chat log, her freckled face suddenly breaks out into a huge grin.

“Oh, come on, you guys, don’t act so horrified.” Says the redhead, rolling her eyes. “Unless you didn’t read my bio, I guess? In which case… learn to read, haha!” Her arm fixes itself in a mere second, and Melissa winks at the camera.

“So…yeah!” she says cheerfully, cocking her head sideways. “I kinda have this condition called Ehlers-Danlos syndrome.” The medical term rolls off her tongue with a practiced ease, without emotion. “Before everyone freaks out, I totally lucked out and got a mutated version. None of the really bad downsides, but I have kept some of the interesting parts, like hyper mobile limbs and…”
Melissa casually pulls on her cheek, causing it to stretch out far longer than a normal human’s. Her tongue waggles out of her mouth as she laughs a wet laugh. The college girl tries to talk through this, only for her words to come out in an unintelligible mush. So she lets it go, and it snaps back into place almost like elastic.

“… Hyper-elastic skin. Pretty cool, huh?” she says, crouching down so that her face was closer to the webcam. Melissa stretches the skin of her forearm about four inches, holding it there casually as another demonstration as se continues to talk. “I can do all sorts of neat stuff, with so many different parts of my body. Yup… “ At this point the redhead gives the camera a sultry look, eyes half lidded as she licks her lips. “And that’s where you guys come in. I’ve got a list of pledge goals on my bio page. If you meet them, I’ll treat you all to what I can really get up to when I’m feeling up for it.” She lets go of the skin of her arm, and it snaps back into place. So if you wanna see my go wild, all you need to do is-oh, look!”

A pinging noise interrupts the red head mid flow. She laughs and cheers.

“$10 straight off the bat from YOLO. Thanks, YOLO!” she says. “That’s for a look at me licking my elbows. Which is easy! Seriously, I do this at parties all the time.” And true to her word, Melissa pulls the trick off with the greatest of east. She pulls her elbow so far back it’s practically next to her face, before she starts to lick at the joint like it was an ice cream cone, closing her eyes sensually and going quiet.

It’s not long during this performance that another ping is heard. By the time Melissa checks on her off-camera laptop, another ping sounds through the room. Then another.

“Woah, woah, calm down guys!” laughs Melissa, eyes wide. “I wasn’t expecting THIS much interest! Shit, let me reread those stretch goals…”

A couple more pings can be heard as her green eyes move left and right, scanning the unseen text. Her face, while still generally happy, does freeze a little as she reads. Her lips move, as if speaking to herself, but her words are inaudible.

“Oookaaaay…heh, some of those are a little crazy, but unless you guys have crazy money on you I think we can forget about those.” She says to the camera. Again, she freezes. “Oh, don’t take that as a challenge. Some of those are just jokes, really, haha…hah…” she trails off in thought, as another ping is heard. Her eyes snap to the right, then back to the camera.

“Okay! Let’s get some of these out of the way! First off…oh, another easy one.” Melissa curls her left hand into a tight fist. She has small, delicate looking hands, which was just as well considering what she is about to do. The teenager opens her mouth up-wide at first, then really wide, before moving her fist towards her gaping maw. Red lips slip over her fingers before they disappear from view. There is a moment of brief resistance as her knuckles push against her teeth. Melissa’s eyes flick towards the cameras and widen, her brow waggling like she’s an old vaudevillian performing a comedy routine.

Then, after a sharp push, in goes her entire fist, down past the knuckles and to the wrist. Melissa holds this pose for a good half a minute, filling the time by waving to the camera and even trying to push it down further, although going by the silly faces she pulls, her efforts are clearly more in a joking sort of way than a serious attempt. Her nose flares wide as she takes heavy breaths, her mouth being somewhat occupied. Drool can be seen dribbling down her forearm, Eventually, her fist is slowly pulled out again, covered in saliva. Melissa moves her jaw about as if checking to see it’s OK, before breaking out into another one of her infectious grins.

“Ta-daaa! I bet you all liked that one, huh?” she asks the chat. She stops to answer some questions. “Anon asks ‘Has that come in useful in the past?’ Well, one time at my friends birthday party she had this crazy cake-like, custom made-and I tried to eat my slice in one go for a joke-“ Melissa pauses and furrows her brow, stroking a chin with her finger. “Oooooh, I don’t think that’s what you meant, is it Anon? Well, the answer is…maybe!” she laughs, before reading another question.

“Okaaay…Dolan Turmp asks “OMG can u dislocate your jaw”. You know, the truth is I’ve never tried to. My mouth can open that far without having to do anything super-freaky like that. Maybe we can find out together! Oh yeah, forgot to say actually-“ Melissa’s face goes back into that neutral look she seems to put on when talking about her syndrome-“One of the side effects of my condition is brittle bones. I’ve broken, like, way too many in my life. Especially when I started, uh , experimenting. So, just something to bear in mind I guess!” She grins and shrugs in a C’est la vie kind of way, before choosing another reward.

“Ooh, something that any old girl can do-take my shirt off!” she says. The redhead giggles again, this time perhaps somewhat nervously, pulling on the collar and teasing it slowly upwards. The black shirt is soon in a heap on the floor. Her bra is, again, black, and the chat apparently comments on this. “Hey, black is cool. Don’t diss my fashion taste, OK?” complains Melissa, pouting.  “I think I suit it-don’t you all?” she cups her bra in her hands, or at least as much of it as she can, before squeezing her cleavage together. There is a veritable volley of pings at this point. At first the girl laughs, letting her hands go so that her breasts bounce back to their natural position. Then she looks right again and does some quick mental math.

“Holy shit-triple digits already? You guys are amazing! Thank you, thank you so much!” She claps her hands, clearly excited. “Ok, jonnyboy1 is asking “Do you have a boyfriend?” She looks right into the camera and smiles deviously. “Oh, wouldn’t you all like to know. Haha, come on johnnyboy1, a girl has to have some secrets! Now, next on the list-oh, shit, I hear something-“

There is indeed a muted sort of thud, followed by a voice. Melissa’s eyes go wide, and she holds up a hand to the camera. Then she quickly reaches down and picks up her discarded black shirt, and throws it over the camera. Now nothing can be seen, but Melissa clearly greets someone by the name of Vicky. Two voices can be heard speaking for a while, Melissa’s cheery tone fading as if she was moving away from the camera. The newcomer sounds equally cheerful, and while the exact words are hard to decipher, it’s clear that they are both being very friendly to each other.

It’s about ten minutes later that the camera’s vision is finally restored, revealing the familiar redhead once more, crouching down in front of the camera. The way she’s crouching gives the viewer a very agreeable shot of her cleavage; it’s not clear if she means this or not.

“Sorry guys, sorry sorry sorry!” she says, smiling bashfully. “That was my roommate. Wasn’t expecting her back so soon. She doesn’t know about, well, you guys. Haha.” Melissa laughs nervously, then claps her hands together,. “So, sit-rep” she says, her voice lowering in volume, “she’s kinda floating around the apartment right now doing god knows what, so I miiiight try to keep things a little quiet for a bit. I’ll do a couple more goals before calling it a night. That OK with you guys?” she stops and reads the chat for a moment, waiting for the replies to come in. She smiles and nods her head. “Great. Thanks guys! OK, let me just get this one out of the way.”

Her hands start to undo the buttons on her cut-off jeans. Once she’s done, the girl turns around. Melissa’s small, pert butt starts to shake as she slowly pull her shorts down, revealing a pair of cotton panties that are, of course, jet black. Once the jeans have traveled down her legs and reached her bare feet, she kicks them off, sending them hurtling over to the far side of the room. She turns around again.

“Hmm…gimme a moment here guys. Time to relocate.”

Melissa bends down again. The camera shakes as it’s moved from whatever low vantage point it was previously in to another angle-a cabinet beside the bed. The redhead kneels down on it, now clad only in her underwear, and motions with a finger for the viewer’s attention. Her right arm suddenly contracts and folds in such a way that it’s completely hidden behind her back-in a certain light, it’s almost as if she had no arm at all. She does the same for her other arm, turning her into a sort of Venus de Milo in the flesh. She smiles and moves her body around, which makes it more clear that her arms are merely folded behind her.

Then, she tucks her legs behind herself so that they’re stretching out in an arc, her torso held up by her own hips. She flexes herself in such a way that her legs are completely hidden from the camera’s gaze. Her body shakes, her core working overtime with the effort of keeping her upright-her abdominal muscles are clearly visible beneath the taut skin of her belly. She smiles at the camera, looking for all the world like a quadruple amputee.

“Ah, this feels so weird.” Says the college girl, torso squirming. “I feel so vulnerable…” Occasionally a glimpse of elbow or thigh can be seen, but the effect is rather convincing if the viewer goes with it. And judging from the fresh wave of pinging sounds, it appears as though her viewers are in fact going along with it. She laughs at this, wiggling with glee.

After a minute or so, Melissa changes her pose. Her arms come back out again, stretching out wide. Then her head starts to move backwards. Slowly but surely it starts to also disappear from view. They are helped down along the way by her feet, which emerge above her rapidly descending hairline and plant themselves firmly on top. The effect, when she has cranked her neck as low as it can go, is of an upper torso missing its head.  Although her face can’t be seen, Melissa’s delight in her trick is still evident.

“Okay, I think I’m gonna-eep!”

Melissa gives in and collapses onto the bed, head limbs springing into view again like coiled springs.

“Oh man, that one’s a bit of a workout!” she says, and indeed there are little beads of sweat on her bare skin. Melissa gets back onto her hands and knees before crawling to the edge of the bed, reading the chat for a bit.

“Ok guys, thank you all so much for tonight, but I think I’m gonna call it. Just one last little show for all of you watching. Don’t worry, I am definitely going to be back after tonight, I’ll let you all know when!”

Melissa positions herself so that she’s kneeling down with her back to the camera, legs spread far apart. She leans forward so that her head and hands are making contact with the soft covers of her bed, leaving her ass as the sole focus of the camera. She makes sure to slowly wiggle it back and forth before continuing. Slowly, Melissa tarts to bend her upper torso between her legs. Her arms snake between her legs and reach up towards her ass, her slight fingers digging into the supple flesh there as she drags the rest of herself between her thighs.  She doesn’t stop until her face is pressing up against her black panties. The redhead seems content to simply rub her face against the cloth, taking loud sniffs. The view is of course obscured by her own ginger head, but from the way she drags her head up and down, it is apparent that the girl is even licking the rapidly dampening garments.

“Mmm… this is definitely one of my favourite things to do. But something’s in the way…”

Melissa gently takes a bite of her panties and starts to move her head back down the way, peeling her underwear off as she goes. It’s not a completely smooth action, and occasionally she has to use her hands to help the process along. But she makes slow and steady progress. Her asshole is revealed to the camera, and it seems to clench instinctively. A casual look at it shows that it already has a small natural gape to it.

When her panties go down past her pussy, Melissa stops and returns her head to her crotch, a little lower this time to give the camera a better view. Using her hands, she spreads herself, and again it seems apparent that she’s definitely stretchy down there as well, the labia offering no resistance whatsoever. She’s clearly aroused, fluids dripping from the inviting passage.  Taking her hands away and moving her head towards it, he flexible teenager gives her womanhood an Eskimo kiss, rubbing her nose into the soft wet folds, breathing deeply of her own scent.

“Oh my god, I want to drown myself in my own snatch…” she says, clearly intoxicated by her own lust, although she was self-aware enough to at least laugh at the silliness of her last statement. She hangs her head backwards so that it’s facing the camera upside down, her ginger hair flowing downwards. “Ok guys, I wasn’t going to do this yet, but I really really want to show you all something special, so-“

There is a knock on the door.

“Mel, are you talking to someone in there?” says a voice. Melissa practically explodes out of her curled form back into a normal position.

“I-I’m on the phone!” she yells, desperately. “Don’t come in! I’m indecent!”

“Ah….the phone. Sure, Mel.” Replied her roommate through the door. “Well when you’re done, ahem, using the phone, I’ve made some cookies if you want any. Get ‘em while they’re hot.”

“Ok. Uh. Thanks!” says Melissa, as cheerfully as she can manage. When she’s sure that her cookie-making roommate has retreated, she lets out a long sigh. Then she laughs, lying there panting on her bed.

“Phew! Close one, eh?” she says, turning her head towards the camera. She smiles deviously. “Such a shame for you guys. I guess if you wanna see some real stretchy action…you gotta tune in next time.” She sits up and slides her panties back up around her crotch, before moving towards her laptop. Her eyes go wild.

“Holy shiiiiit that’s a lot of money. Man, I’ve got a lot of rewards to fulfill now…” she strokes her chin thoughtfully. “Let’s see, we’ve got dildo play, eating myself out, nipple play…lots of fun stuff to work through. Hmm…How about I make a fresh start tomorrow night? “ she says, smiling at the camera. “Yeah, sounds good to me. See you guys tomorrow!”

Melissa reaches a hand towards the camera. It switches off.

40 minutes ago, mclaren1 said:

Are u going to translate any of your other stoies?

Or the next chapters of this same story? I don't read german and google translator produced something good enought for me to guess what happen but not good enought to allow me to enjoy it.

It seem kgnot didn't have time to post the next chapter this week.

Well I'll doit for him :

by sketchysketch :

Chapter 3 - Meg

While Meg was never a fashion-girl, getting dressed was always tricky for her, especially when she needed to make sure her girl-cock would not be noticed. She had already tried wearing baggy pants, strapping it to her thigh, but found out that the most reliable way of hiding it was to put it someplace safe and secure. And in her case, the most safe and secure place was up her butt. That was why she took great effort in milking herself during the morning routine, because getting a raging hard-on inside herself is really uncomfortable – and she knew that from experience.

She sat down on the edge of her bed, and laid back, one hand gripping her impressive trunk, while the other was gently preparing her anus with the lube she kept hidden in her nightstand. Her balls would always get in the way, but so far she did not find any way of making them disappear, so she had to manage with them. When her hole was properly lubed and relaxed, she bent down her shaft, and lined up the head to her rectum.

“Oooh...” She moaned, as in one swift motion, she buried the moster cock as deep in her own ass as it would go. In this case, as she figured out already, speed was really important. The longer she fumbled with it, the more aroused she would get, and the harder – and thicker – the task and her penis would be. This time she managed to get it right , about 16 inches of her flaccid yet still thick girl-cock went straight up her ass, her two massive balls were hanging on both side of the small, unburied part of her shaft.

Catching her breath only for a moment, she progressed with putting on her special underwear. It looked like women's boxers, but it had more space at the front to cup her balls, and tie them down as much as possible. Combined with her baggy pants, her “problem” was hidden from the prying eyes quite well. She barely had time to finish her attire with a white spaghetti top – her gravity defying breasts did not need any bra for support.

Meg opened the door, only to be greeted by the woman of her dreams. No, she thought, even in her dreams she could not imagine such beauty. The first things she noticed were a pair of impossibly huge, massive breasts barely contained in a light summer dress. Their size was intimidating and mouth-watering, as they looked out of proportion even on a girl a head taller than her. It took all her willpower not to jump on them right there, in the door. She immediately felt her cock swelling inside her butt.

As her eyes miraculously freed themselves from the massive endowments’ prison, they wandered upwards, and for the first time, examined the beauty’s face. Somehow she felt it would be surprising, if it wasn’t the perfect, lovely, angelic face it was. However, after the marvelous breasts, she was not expecting the shyness radiating from the big, green eyes.

It made this girl, Ana, as she remembered from their emails, look so innocent, so vulnerable, and before she knew, she was sporting her biggest hard-on inside her own ass, the base of her cock painfully twisting backwards.

“Uhmm… Hi… I’m Ana...” The angel started, but that was all she said.

They stood there for a few awkward seconds, but that did not even register to Meg. She was busy admiring the view before her, as her eyes finally took in her whole figure, the hourglass shape, the generous hips, the long, shapely legs and thick thighs. The only blemish she noticed was her slight paunch, but that she could forgive any time. She would have looked like a drooling idiot if it wasn’t for the increasing pressure in her backside, and the painfully packed genitals of hers.

She needed to clear her head, so she did the first thing that came to mind:

“I’m Meg. Come in, look around, and if you like it, the small room is yours.” She said. ” Sorry about the mess, but I have to go to… somewhere. Just lock the door after...” She said, but her thoughts were really about the naughty things she would love to do to Ana. She didn’t even notice that her speech was more gibberish than articulated words.

She quickly squeezed past Ana, and darted to the stairs, however it didn’t go as planned. The doorframe was too narrow, and she accidentally brushed her boobs into her guest’s. She felt their weight shift, the firmness of those impossible lovebags, and it sent her over the edge. Even though she had just milked herself, she felt her balls contract and a huge amount of cum was being forced through her painfully twisted glands. She increased her speed to get away quicker, but the movements were only increasing the stimulation as the muscles in her abdomen and buttocks massaged her swollen, trapped penis.

As she fumbled down the stairs, she felt her own cum enter her, and the pressure in her belly increase. She barely made it down one level, as she noticed how tight the waistband of her baggy trousers were. By the time she got to the second floor, she felt the cum sloshing inside her as she ran. On the first floor, she started hyperventilating from the panic and pleasure, and had to slow down her escape to unbutton her trousers. As she reached the ground floor, she looked like a pregnant woman in her third trimester. Fortunately for her, the tank-top she wore allowed her stomach to expand, but even that was reaching its end as it stretched tight under her generous boobs.

And that was when she heard her neighbour.

“Megan dear, I haven’t seen you in ages!” Her neighbour, Mrs. Dubrovik greeted her. “I have just met the loveliest girl a while back, can you imagi… Oh my God!” Her eyes grow wide “When are you due, Megan dear? Why didn’t you tell me the great news?”

Meg would have blushed is she would have been capable of such things in her state, instead she noticed the garbage room door, and darted for it.

“SorryIhavethingstodo…” she managed to say, and locked the door on herself.

Once inside, she managed to pull her trousers down to her knees, but as she tried to pull out her still orgasming, massive shaft from her ass, she realized in panic that it was stuck!

“Are you alright my Dear?” she heard Mrs Dubrovik from the other side of the door.

“Yesssss!” She moaned as another massive spurt of cum entered her. Her belly felt really firm now as she cradled it with both her hands. Even her belly button has popped out, and she could have sworn, she even felt the taste of cum in her mouth. And none of the spunk seemed to be able to escape her ass, so swollen her girl-cock was inside it. She needed to calm down, but even in this state, she could think of nothing else than Ana. Her sensual mouth, her humongous breasts, the meaty butt…

“Aaahh…” She regretted having such vivid imagination as her almost subsided orgasm amplified again, further increasing the unimaginable pressure inside her.

She may have blacked out for a moment, she wasn’t sure, but the next thing she remembered was sitting there, in the garbage room with her back to the door, and hearing her neighbour’s worried queries.

“Megan, are you sure, you okay?”

“Yes, thanks Mrs. Dubrovik.” She answered, finally gathering enough strength and composure to do so. “I’m just…” She desperately tried to come up with something, then, much to her surprise it came to her.

“I’m just trying to remove this stupid ass costume!” She lied as convincingly as she could in her current state. “No need to worry, but thank you!”

“Oh,” Her neighbour was silent for a few moment in the corridor outside “I thought… silly me!” She apologized. “I’ll just leave you to it then!”

And with that Meg could hear her steps walking away.

She took a relieved deep breath, or at least she tried to, but the pressure in her tummy didn’t really let her. Her stomach looked like she was ready to give birth to twins, her skin stretched tight around the impossible amount of girlcum and girl-cock inside it. Even the underside of her spaghetti top had torn, barely retaining the ability to cover her huge, round breasts sitting higher than usual, resting on her swollen midsection. The fullness was nothing like she had ever felt before, however, being filled to capacity and beyond was more pleasurable than she cared to admit to herself.

She reached under herself to see if she could uncork herself, and after great deal of tugging, her penis came out of her overstuffed rectum. Then came the flood. What did she expect after being filled with that much stuff? In her panicked attempt not to make a mess, she quickly reached for an empty garbage bag, and positioned herself over it, and watched in awe as the never ending torrent of her own cum flooded the plastic container.

As her belly was starting to shrink back to its former size, she noticed something strange. Her massive penis was softer now, but still, it was at least a couple inches longer that her previous maximum, and it seemed thicker too. The fact that she had it up her ass frightened her and made her proud at the same time.

After what felt like hours, her bowels finally emptied themselves, and her stomach was back to its original, flat, trim form. She put a knot on the garbage bag, and tried to put it into a trash container, only to find out just how much she had cum inside herself. She stood there stunned as she had to give her best shot to lift it up, so heavy it was.

Once she was done, she fixed her clothing as much as she could, but did not reinsert her penis into its secret hideout. Instead she used some duct-tape she found lying around to fix it to her leg, as her anus was still hurting from its ordeal. But it was a good kind of hurting.

Taking the elevator this time up to her flat, she found the door unlocked. Meg assumed sadly, that Ana must have had left. It wasn’t much of a surprise, given how she had behaved, and made a promise to contact her again, and apologize. Then, much to her surprise, she heard movement from the bathroom, and her face lit up with joy.

Up until she remembered, where had she left the vibrating egg this morning…

 

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As for their non-sex time, pretty much all the characters go to school or have day jobs. Those are less exciting though. Mundane, almost.

Hm... Ok. I don't really understand why but I feel satisfied by this answer.

Wow, that's lot of material in a really short amount of time! Thank a lot. It's cool to see the Wilder back.

I'm also curious for this part III of the expo. I really liked this ark as just as in the Madrid part, as many things happen and we learn a lot about the strange lifestyle of your characters. I'm actually curious to know what those people do when they are not engaged in extreme perverted sex acts (which according your numbers still occupy a good share of their time, at least for women).

You make a lot of indoor scenes and maybe my memory is fooling me but I can't remember any story or scene in a natural environment (forest, mountain, riverside,…). I can understand the first as most story happen in USA were public indecency still exist and the second because there are many cool equipment you don't find in the wilderness. Plus the Home is a very good stage for incests story. Yet there are certainly a ton of things to do outside and a lot of secluded place to do them without being disturbed.

I'm also pondering the musical potential of humming sound produced by Laura ass. Do you think she could learn control the tone in some way? Or maybe each woman produce only one tone so you have to mount many of them in rows. Then a keyboard could be used to control the motion of each dildo...

For the samoan nurse I suggest this inspiration  :

http://www.samoaobserver.ws/images/cache/600x400/crop/images|cms-image-000016190.jpg

She has not exactly the physic of a body-builder and is not exactly Samoan but look these arms. Nothing can stop the advance of those fist.

I don't need to strain my imagination to visualize your Samoan nurse in this pose one second before plunging with all her might  her arm in Brooke's guts.

Thank for editing it.

Sure everything is not perfect but the improvement is noticeable.

Those analingus, I'm sure if they could bring one or two back they could start a farm and sell them. Many people would be interested in buying them for entertainment purpose. That would be a dangerous idea but the one that would have it would make a lot of money.

 

23 hours ago, mclaren1 said:

Oh man I really miss AskJolene pretty much anything you could think of there was at least one good story related to it

Well it's not like it totally disapeared :

http://web.archive.org/web/20080201115313/http://stories.askjolene.com/storytags/anal/

 

But I admit it is not really convinient to explore a site from the archive. One of the most anoying problem is that the search syteme on the site can't work in this state.

And you cannot hope for new story to be posted.

 

 

You can also try hentai-foundry.com and literotica.com. 

Thank, that was a fun story! You have really good ideas.

On the other hand, to be honest your writing style suck really hard. It make reading you tiring as it require a lot more concentration. But that just mean you have not yet written enough stories! Because writing is the only thing that make write better. Just keep writing please!

If I may make a suggestion, I think you should start by writing shorter stories. I pretty well placed to know it's really hard when you love your subject, but when you have exhausted your reader focus capacity he'll stop to read no matter how good your ideas are.

You should also try to use, I'm really sure how it's called, direct dialogues in your stories. You know when what characters said is reported as is between quotes. That make a text much more lively and pleasant to read. If you are not sure how to do it properly just check how it's done in any of Lordodie's stories.

 

My my your are awfully productive at the moment. Not that I complain, far from it.

I'm happy to read that in the future France people still respect the workers needs and don't sacrifices their health for the sake of productivity. France is also one of those country that rely a lot on Welfare State . We could imagine that in this future, in France the state offer to all women to paid them to follow formations in a wide range of masochistic practices (and one ore two sadistic as being a good top require some skills). Those formations were first targeting jobless peoples. After six month or a year of intensive training, their new capability would help them a lot to make a strong impression at any job interview. Latter the measure have been opened to any women to make it easier for them to take a break from their work and to deepen some aspect of their masochism. Of course some women then exploited the system to not work at all and just make a living of starting an other formation as soon as they finished the previous one. But seeing the result of fifty year of this kind of life may make you wonder if this flaw is actually a flaw.

A short story in France now? Interesting, are you planning to do a world tour?

I don't know how thing work in the future but if wedding are still done as they done today in France, Ariel won't have rest anytime soon. As the french law only recognize wedding in front of the mayor or deputy mayor, most people go for a religious office at the church and then a civil ceremony at the town hall. And both can be quite long. Plus many people in France seem to consider that a descent wedding banquet must be at least five hours long. And in those five hours, I'm not counting the appetizers served before the actual banquet that can be a meal on their own, but with even more alcohol. If the groom and the bride don't find a way to slip away at some point and have to stay until the end, the fulfilling of wifely duty probably won't happen tonight or even tomorrow. But I don't see how you can even hope to survive to a traditional French wedding ceremony with a constricted digestive tract and a plugged balder. I guess those wedding customs just become less popular due to their incompatibility with the modern way of life and disappeared.

 

Well thank you for this new story. I noticed something recurrent in your stories, beside anal masochism and sprawling debauchery of course. I noticed that the social structures you describe are always pretty well organized with clear and almost uncontested hierarchy between characters. Everything that happen seem to have been anticipated or even been planed by one overseer or an other and comply to pre-established rules. I guess you are a man that love order. That would be coherent as in BDSM, D stand for Domination but also for Discipline. I don't say this to criticize, I know other porn authors that focus only on writing story about omnipotent and omniscient entities (alien, megacorp or whatever) totally taking control of the destiny of some peoples. As a reader, I want to ask: even if you don't go this far, is order/control a core interest of yours or do you think you could also write a story that accord more importance to chaos?

Those girls are incredibly dedicated to their passion! Please keep writing.

Well if not as elaborated as your other stories, this one is surely really good. I may be more pleasant to write this way than by planning anything as you can surprise yourself.

Even thought tou had specified "wrong hole" when I rode page 7, third case "the women they imprisoned must generate energy by cumming with her pussy”, for a fraction of second I hoped that the girl would be to move aside at the last moment and take it the drill in the ass. As she had clearly specifyed the hole that produce energy, I assumed her plan would be to exhaust all the machine power by tricking it in trying harder and harder to make her cum, only resulting in anal orgasm that does not produce any energy it can use. Of course, there was no guaranty for drug allowing her to to enjoy extreme insertion in the pussy to work as well on her ass. But a rectum is a meager price to pay if that allow to win the war. I imagine latter the commemoration monuments: “Univer triumphing of the Jagaar”. Throw a coin in Univer and make a which.

No need to say I have been cruelly disappointed.

 

Interesting, but obviously the Humans made a big strategic mistake by not using for themselves this technique of using female orgasm to generate power. I cannot fail to notice that in this manga, the girl is surprised because the extreme penetration doesn't cause any pain. So we could have on a side the evil robots that threat human as object and use vaginally induced and painless orgasm to generate power. On the other side the good humans would only use ethical way of producing energy: extremely painful and anally induced orgasm.

You are incredibly productive at this moment. If I may give my opinion, I think you should keep Days of Future’s Future cannon. If you want to remove the asylum, I think it may be better to invent some events that lead to its destruction.

Congratulation for this depressurized breasts combination idea. I cannot resist to the temptation of giving more justifications to its existence.

The air pressure in the combination is not perfectly stable, the variations are not big enough to be dangerous but can still damage really small blood vessels like the one in the eyes or nose. Even if nosebleed or irritated eyes seem to be minor inconvenient, they can result in much bigger problems if they occur at the wrong moment. That why depressurized breasts are so useful: as the breasts expand they fill with blood, which mechanically reduce the quantity of blood in the rest of the body. Even if this blood shift is not enough to trouble the brain, it still cause a drop in blood pressure. And with this lower blood pressure the small vessels can withstand way more easily most of the variations in air pressure. If you want to go further, combinations can tighten more or less around the base of the breasts to control the blood that go in and out of it and so finely adjust its pressure in real time. Cups could also strongly squeeze the breasts when needed to increase blood pressure to prevent a lost of consciousness from a brutal acceleration. I hope for you that you've a patent on this one.

Ten floors and the thing got more and more serious as you go up, that's an interesting idea.

Yet as the first floors is only for prep, so you can say that the building count actually nine treatment floors. Dante's Inferno also count nine treatment floors. Coincidence? I don't think so.

 

I try to think as Lordodie said when it come to creating anything fictional.

Yet I also think that it would possible to generate artificial gravitation in those stations. It is just that my hypothesis for this civilization is that the lack of gravity would be more an advantage than an inconvenient. There is no gravity in those stations mostly because the people living up prefer it to be this way. It might not show it but I've strained myself really hard to focus on what could be used as porn material on this text, so please don't tempt me now with a discussion on the advantages and drawbacks of gravitation on industry, agriculture, public health, real estate or any other non-porn related topics. Or at least do not do it in front of everyone…

In other work on fiction, I'm pretty sure that the artificial gravity is more often used because it is convenient for authors and filmmakers than because it is an optimal solution for life in space.

Yet it is reasonable to assume you could have some specifics station modules able to generate gravity for themselves because they make use of it. For example a hotel for passing earthlings that would be shaped after the space station of 2001: A Space Odyssey and rotate on itself to provide gravity as a convenience for its customers. Other example, a module to host fields and farms for plants and animals that could not be adapted to the zero gravity life. Those product would surely be sold as luxury goods given the extra costs mean by gravity generation.

Wait, You got me! None of this is related to porn! So of course, you also find the gravity training rooms. Those cylindrical shaped modules are lined with fixation points that can accommodate a wide range of training dildo. Once everyone is well seated, the room can rotate around its axis to generat a pseudo gravity that if needed, can largely exceed what you have on Earth. All other methods to force an oversized foreign object in a woman ass require to solidly anchor the said woman to an unmoving object. The problem is that the body part encased by the restrain have to withstand part of the force applied to insert the dildo. If the insertion is too forceful, it might result in unwanted bodily damages. As this method use pseudo gravity, it is not a problem to use moving restrains and the rectum can be forced around the plug with a far greater force without the risk of breaking an ankle or dislocating a shoulder. Remain the problem of the G-LOC: the gravitational pull might prevent the blood for reaching the subject's brain and make her loose her consciousness. For some people, unconscious anal training is cheating because you don't feel anything, but most of these people have not even experienced such a situation. For an untrained woman, the G-LOC occur when the artificial gravitation reach around 5 time the terrestrial gravitation. While she is loosing her consciousness, her annal ring is taking a pressure of approximately (what on Earth would be exert by a mass of) 700 pounds / 320 kg. Even if she was out for a part of her training, she will have a taste of what she missed for the whole next week.

 

Hi.

The following text is not a story just as the previous one, it is more supposed to be a toy box for your imagination. And of course I invite you to pick anything in this box that could catch your eyes. One more time I written down thing that could eventually exist or happen in the Anal Etiquette Universe created by Lordodie. You will find here more interesting items from this future but also no less than two original models of society. Guarantied 100% fully functional, try them on your own country!

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As promised let start with the strange crafts.

 

In 2097, in many countries, women usually practice sports naked or almost naked. It is even truer among professionals as, in this busyness, the money you make is strongly correlated to the attention you get. The “problem” is that it is nearly impossible to perform in any sport for many women as their chemically enhanced breasts tend to flail uncontrollably and impair their movements. The real problem is that the sports equipment manufacturers need to sell sports equipments to women. They cannot fully go in the sex-toys busyness as there are already really big and powerful companies controlling this market. That is why, like many others industries, they had to adapt their activities to the new customs. They now sell a wide range of products and wears that are supposed to help women to practice many totally non sexual activities with all the modern “comfort”.

 

One of the most popular article are the jogging pendulums. They look like a pairs of cables with a weight at an end and a clamps at the other. In other words they are weighted nipple clamps. What they have more is that they are designed to oscillate in opposition with the natural swaying of a jogging woman's breasts.

So let take two equally endowed women one equipped with the jogging pendulums and an other without. Now let ask them to jog topless and you will immediately see is the breasts of the unequipped concurrent slapping her in the arms, the chest and even the face. Soon her breasts (among other parts of her anatomy) are too sore and she have to stop. On the other hand the woman equipped with the jogging pendulums is still running. And if you look at her breasts, you notice they have almost no lateral motions. That's thank to the pendulums clamped to her nipples that are continuously absorbing the motion with their own movement. But I already hear you say: “Wait, that doesn't work. What you describe here is a pairs of double pendulums which are now for their highly chaotic behavior! Not only her breasts should flail even more but now in a totally unpredictable manner and with a hard mass at the end”.

Well if you want to go in this direction, know that the weights contains electronics and mechanics parts that allow them to move up and down the cables to constantly adapt the pendulum period in a way that cancel the breasts motions.

 

An other article, far less high-tech is the tube bras. It's basically a like a swimwear top but with single horizontal tube made of semi rigid material instead of the two cups you usually have for the breasts. When a girl wear it, she have one end on the tub in contact with her chest and her two tits exiting it at the other end. No this is absolutely not a bondage gear, it is a totally functional swimsuit adapted to the modern fashion. The amount of breasts hanging out on the other side depend on models, but keep in mind that tubes bra are supposed to be sports wears. Their purpose is to reduce unwanted breasts motion and this is only possible if at least a half of the breasts length is inside the tube. For a maximal efficiency choose the tube as tight as possible.

On most of the model, you can tweak the resting angle of the breasts by changing the slings length. Despite all the advantages of breasts that protrude straight forward, the 90° angle is really unpractical for swimming and may have a damping effect on your forearm pass if you play volleyball.

 

For a woman with a nomadic life style, it can be annoying to carry butts plugs around as they tend to take a lot of place in your baggage. They can go for some inflatable model but many women will tell you: “It doesn't feel the same”. Moreover you still need to wash it and disinfect it after usage which are not a trivial constrain if you are on a trek in the wilderness. That exactly why some companies created the butt plug in spray. Carrying this kind of spray is the guaranty for any woman to be able to take care of her anal well being in any situation. The spray is really compact and provided with a removable flexible cannula. How to use it: put the cannula on the spray and then insert it (the cannula, not the spray) in the anus as far as it can go. Then while pressing on the head of the spray and extract it in a smooth motion. Keep spraying until the cannula is completely out. After a few second the foam expelled by the spay in the colon will start to expand and become more and more solid. If you have done well while applying the foam, some of it should at some point overflow from the anus and then expand until forming a stopper, providing you a proper grip to extract the plug later. The plugs are conveniently biodegradable which mean you can dispose of them easily, but also that if you messed up while injecting the foam and that nothing you can grab formed, you can just wait a couple of days for your body to destroy enough of the plug to be able to expel it.

There are also more and more report of hoodlum using those sprays to robs women in public transportation. At have become common in some place to have women that to use their roomy backdoor as a storage for precious belonging, expensive plugs or high tech device, like those new centibot stations that are almost always designed to be put here and are quite expensive. Immoral people have imagined many strategies to discreetly steel those wealth. Either they use plug in spray to avoid to cause to their victim a suspect emptiness feeling at the wrong time, but the worst is when they insert the cannula as deep as possible and inject suddenly a large amount of foam, creating a hard expanding mass in their target gut that will push out whatever was stored here so they can take it and run away.

 

Less related with sport and more with health care, the rehabilitation glove or rehab glove is one of those item that have evolved from sex toy for people with very specific taste to a very useful medical device. The basic version take the form of simple articulated gauntlet made of a hard material but all kind of reasonable and a wide range of unreasonable designs can be found on the shelves. The one that look like a shiny knight gauntlet is quite popular right now. As their name suggest those gloves were originally used for anal rehabilitation, more specifically for the rehabilitation of women with a certain degree of training that have left their anal sphincter empty for too long periods. After some time of being free of constrains, the anal muscles restart to reflexively clench. The phenomenon is insidious as barely noticeable at first. Yet the almost restless closing attempts of the dilated hole have the side effect of constantly stimulating the growth of the muscle. If nothing is done this nice permanent gape will totally disappear due to the new volume of the anal muscle. Of course there are procedure to prevent this kind of thing to happen by putting the sphincter beyond any hope of recovery. Yet careless people forget them or even think that a super strong rectum would make a fun arm-binder. Those people are fools, in this state the rectum is often strong enough to break a hand, in the most extreme case even inserting a single finger is not safe. The only reasonable option is to immediately start a rehabilitation procedure! Well it is also possible to use this strength to crack nuts open, open jars or extract nails from wood. But if you do so remember to put at least two nuts in and side by side as it's more efficient this way.

Back to the subject, the rehab glove allow you to safely finger then fist an ass now matter how neglected it was. But it is mostly used in some Asian countries because of particular legislation, in the USA and in Europe, in most scenarios powerful mechanical devices will be preferred to do this jobs.

 

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But let put on hold the shopping for the moment to have a look at something really futuristic: our first civilization!

 

In the middle of the XXIth century, the space tourism started to develop and the first orbital resorts appeared. At this point it was only entertainment for rich people but the arising of anal masochism era changed everything. During their stay, some women discovered that plugs that would be totally disabling on earth were only slightly incapacitating if worn in a micro gravity environment. Because when you float around, having your legs movements impaired does not prevent you from moving. Moreover a limited lung capacity is more acceptable as you don't need to do as much efforts. After a few trips in space these women end up stretched so much that only the biggest toys of terrestrial realm would be able to satisfy them, but at the same time would force them to renounce to a wide range of activities. Some of them accepted this fate. But other weren't really enthusiast at the idea of being immobilized and choose to permanently settle in the space resort.

Due to the increment of the population living up here, some go-ahead people invested in orbital production capacities. The new factories created jobs that attracted more people and soon there was a real nation orbiting around the Earth.

Surprisingly what was at first an overly complicated solution to satisfy the depraved taste of some rich perverts ended up being a really good strategy on the economical plan. Because if moving goods from and to space is horribly expensive, producing and using them in space can be surprisingly cheap. The sun provide free energy in crazy amount, as you can move all the buildings around you can buy one when you need and sell it the moment you don't need it anymore, and I don't even talk about the legislation on industrial wastes.

At first people where worried about how to acquire raw material like ores. But it turned up that sending a drone for month long expeditions to gather drifting rocks was economically viable because moving from a point in space to an other point in space cost almost nothing.

 

Not unlike the first space colons, what interest me here are not the economical opportunities. What you notice first when you enter the orbital rooms is the clothing style. In the twenty-nineties the norms on the mater here are closer to the European standard that to the US dress code. As the temperature variation is totally controlled in the space stations, covering your body is no more a vital necessity. On the other hand, as stuff tend to float around, having the possibility to anchor your things to yourself is invaluable. A purely functional clothing, by orbital standard, is just a collection of belts and straps that carry pouches, rings and hooks.. Of course most people will opt for more clothing than this but mostly in the idea of decorating their body and rarely to conceal it. Piercings and clamps are also really appreciated for their many practical applications. For example at lunch time, women with a jar of drink tugging on their right nipple and a food pouch hanging from the left are common sight at the gate of any fast food restaurants. That's because you need to have your hands free to safely move without gravity. Such device as anal storage systems are also extremely popular as they avoid to have some precious belonging drifting around. Even if your things are bound to you, because you cannot feel their weight you might not notice immediately if someone cut one of your straps to take them.

 

Unsurprisingly the women that live in orbit tend to be, at the same age, more advanced in their anal training that the one that live on Earth. More than the lesser drawbacks of wearing a huge butt crusher permanently, this phenomenon is to be put on the tabs of the more than skimpy clothing. The advancement of the destruction of a girl backdoor is visible for everyone around here. Moreover, because of the positions you have in micro gravity, their anus are easily put on display and even in close up. That make the social pressure to not lag behind in their training even stronger than on Earth.

Recently, thought genetic engineering, the parent have gained the possibility to gift their future daughters with a splitting pelvis. Not unlike a snake is able to split its jaw to swallow a big pray, the modified women are able to separate their pelvic bones to pass toys that an ordinary women could only take in her worst nightmares. Of course this mutation make the practice of walking quite more complex and tiring, and so is less popular on Earth.

In the same vein, the dose of Voluptimisum in water supply are far more generous as a woman's breasts are always weightless no matter how big they are. So why show any restrain?

 

An other thing that surprise everyone when they visit the stations for the first time is the Safe Drifting Pose. On Earth, we tend to put up what we want to protect, for example you naturally tend to prefer to put you head as high as possible as that on ground level there is a chance that someone step on it. But without gravity, the notions like up and down are more a matter of opinion. That why the risk of being kicked in the face by a forgetful passerby in an orbital room is a not as low as one could wish. That why up there, in areas with a certain amount of passage, you will see women moving in the Safe Drifting Pose more often that with a straight body like tend to do the ones that are not used to live in micro gravity. Those women have curled in ball and passed their knee behind their shoulder. In this position the lower legs provide an appreciable protection for the head and the curled position also protect the belly. Their feet also remain most of the time in sight which reduce the risk of accidental kicks. As the legs are behind the shoulders, the arms movement is not (that much) impaired. In this position, the leg can help much more efficiently the arms to damp a collision if you got pushed face first in a wall. Sadly, because of a lesser flexibility, men can hardly use the Safe Drifting Pose, which mean they have to be more careful. I swear it is physiologically impossible, no need to even try.

 

In order to make their flying country a bit more welcoming, scientist have worked hard to create many kind of life forms able live a prosper without gravity. If only a few well chosen modifications to well chosen species were enough to create plants and fishes that do well in these condition, it become fare more difficult when came the matter of creating proper pets. Adapting the classics cats, dogs, etc proved to be far more complex and expensive than creating from scratch new species specifically designed to be adapted to a space station. These pets had to be able to grasp stuff in order to move around so it was decided that they would be generously gifted in long and prehensile appendages that ones have latter described as tentacles. And of course, as they were supposed to be pets they were designed to be naturally friendly with humans and seek petting from them. This kind of creature rapidly became one of the most popular domestic animal in the orbital's and kept this position until as the days of today. There are a wide range of mean expression that mock the unsuccessful romantic life of a person by pointing out how close s-he is from a pet of this kind.

 

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They may be much more to imagine about the life in orbit but that all I have for the moment. So let get back to the wonder of personal equipment with one that I find especially promising.

 

The personal centibots are a bunch small robots with a size ranging from a fifth to ten inches for the longest. Their name coming from the centimeter which is their usual order of magnitude and they are one of the most impressive recent feat in their domain. They reside on their owners body or in their clothes, are usually able to autonomously travel on them and can help in many different ways. They keep the body clean, treat minor injuries, keep the vital in check, and of course provide every kind of multimedia service you can imagine. Certain model can also trim your hair (and hairs) or apply makeup and assure its maintenance as soon as needed.

But that is not all. The centibots are also a great help in fashion. Skimpy clothes being all the rage, it is a challenge to wear certain outfits all the day without having a part of it just falling off because the insufficient area of contact it have with the body fail to counteract the gravity. But if you have centibots, they can held the fabric in place allowing you to wear even the most ridiculous and unpractical products of the fashion. But those bots can even replace clothing (to a certain degree), they can maintain a certain surface of skin to the right temperature but also be quit fashionable on their own. They are often wrapped in a layer of artificial fur, colorful feathers or even leafs. The most specialized are even able to deploying their own sheets of fabrics, which mean you can just download any kind of clothing pattern you want and your bots will reproduce it for you, provided that you remain reasonable on the surface of tissue, like 144 square inch at most. If you want something that cover more, some bots are equipped to apply body paint or a sort of liquid latex that solidify on air.

 

What immediately caused the hype around those bots was their capacity to torment all the day long their owner. The purpose of the first versions was to unpredictably stimulate a woman body, and to achieve this they were often equipped with clamps, pincer or light taser. The possibility of being violated constantly and in every possible situation was immediately recognized by everyone sensible as a big step forward in the story of humankind. Even after some years, the most widely spread centibots remain the ones equipped with a strap wrench. They usually come in pair so they can torture breasts, replace a bra (or at least pull up pair of boobs) and operate a butt plug. It's not a surprise they are so popular, they can even open jars for you.

Of course the bots have been later subverted from their primary purpose and this resulted in all those health care, looks, multimedia or whatever other function those new models can have. The one that are interested can even buy some equipped with vibrators or artificial tongues that will deliver other kinds of stimulation. You can also find some model that have a humanoid shape.

 

Even during the creation of the first prototypes, the original designers of the centibots had the idea that the intensely trained ass of many women could synergise pretty well with their technology. The modern centibots often use this space as a shelter, they can store here spare parts and other stuff they need to operate, like reserve of makeup or a flask of saline solution to regularly inject in the nipples so they look nice and puffy. Usually you also want to put here an energy storage or a system that reload the bots by using metabolic energies. On the standard models, all those systems are assembled in a single device called the centibot station or just bot station. The looser the woman is the bigger the station can be and the more service it can provide. Advanced stations may include a fabric recycling system which, in combination with tailor centibots, allow the girl to change her vesture as much as she want. In the same vein it can include a device that produce body paints from byproduct of metabolic activity. Some also have a personal storage system that allow bots to take some small items, store them and hand them back when asked. It advantageously replace a handbag but as cool as those options are they remain uncommon given the additional rectal volume they require.

 

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The last thing I have left to expose is this second civilization. It's a sort of dystopia constructed around the ideas of having enriching human interactions, sharing fairly the power among citizens and also anal fisting.

 

In the story Days of Future's Future we see an AI taking the control of an Asylum. But given how much algorithms are already used today for all kinds of decision, it would not be too surprising to have not only institutions but whole countries managed by bots in the future. Of course, as we already have this asylum in Germany I have to imagine noticeable difference between this system and mine, which is not that easy because at this point I only know the first three chapters of the story. But let's try anyway.

 

Let say our cyber overlord happened in some eastern Asian country a few years before the events of A Proper Young Woman’s Guide to Anal Etiquette. At this time the country was facing a huge social crisis as their way of life had produced too many people totally unable to deal with any other human beings, at least without some electronics system between the two of them. A major parts of the population lived constantly in VR devices and wasn't bothering anymore about what could happen in the material world. That's why they all applauded when it was decided to hand the country to a super AI that would take care of all of those uninteresting problems on their behalf.

But after a brief period of reign (some say one hour, other say one and a half), the AI had acquired quite radical opinions about what was good for its people. And living in a virtual reallity was not a good thing in its mind. After all, the said mind had been designed to be only interested to things related to the material world it was supposed to take care of.

Where lesser minds could had shut down some severs or sent some of the millions of robots the country counted to force everyone out of their homes, this despot opted for a more original solution. It pushed in all electronics system it could, random passions and dreams alongside with some autonomous learning algorithms of its own. It was not to manipulate their human user but to give to those objects all the appearances of self awareness in order to make them almost unusable for anyone. And it worked pretty well. All those systems would start to contest and even ignore their owner commands and instead do what they had been reprogrammed to love to do. Being surrounded by disobedient and unpredictable, yet often friendly, machines immediately incited all humans to seek each others company. For their great artificial leader, this was good for them and in accord with their natures. But it was only the first step of its master plan, now that it had almost destroyed the old society, there was the place for a new one.

Taking the power wasn't a challenge by itself, both humans and machines being in a state of total confusion they naturally tended to follow the advices of the ruling AI as it was the only entity that seemed to know what was happening. The new country was built around this idea: “Your happiness is only the problem of the great Overlording Service (that's how the super AI decided to name itself) because it know better than you what is good for you. Yet you remain free to seek for suffering as humans have a both need and talent for this”. In practices, this simple idea produced many interesting effects and a totally chaotic country, keep in one piece only thank to the capacity of some machines to find solutions to critical problems in nanoseconds.

 

The ban of artificial devices to assure certain service was probably one of the measure that surprised the most the citizen (yes, as said above they have actual political power in this new country!) and required the longest time of adaptation. Yet it was a logical decision for the Overlording Service. Its primary goal was to make everyone to live the best possible life, its conception of efficiency was really different the one we have today. In its synthetic mind the economical outcome of any kind of labor was not a purpose but only a mean among each other to generate well being, and so an appreciable but dispensable byproduct. That why it decided that certain device should not exist or being used. By their usefulness they take a job that everyone would be more happy to see accomplished by humans. For instance when the Overlording Service noticed that the population counted a significant amount of piss drinking sluts, it immediately decided to ban every possible device you could use to collect pee. This created many new jobs offer in the field of balder draining. Even if this solution was much less efficient, people were surely happier this way than the other.

Almost every domain got affected by this kind of thinking even if in different degree of magnitude. Among many others, were forbidden most devices able to entertain a single human at time, because it's better if humans entertain each others. So chests are ok but not cup-and-balls. Were also forbidden objects that could display text or image including paper and inc. People should talk to each others as much as possible.

As expected, some imaginative humans but also machines a the seconds had randomly chosen existence aspiration, started to invent ways to get around the new rules. You cannot write stuff on paper right? But it's written nowhere that body painting or tattoos are forbidden. That why in this country only you have libraries that filled with very skimpily clothed people, mostly women due to this problem of gender imbalance, their body covered with small characters (but also illustration sometime) that spend their days reading each others. Pro: the knowledge have never been this attractive. Con: readers tend to focus to much on the form and not enough on the content. But publishers have adapted and now know perfectly where to place the information they want to be remembered.

It would not be surprising if the Overlording Service had planned thing would turn like this considering the highest opinion of sexual activities the machine has: an almost costless yet extremely efficient way to make most humans feel better in almost all possible situation, as long as you abide to a few simple rules of course. More than a half of all the laws the ruling AI ever promulgated contained at least one article that directly or indirectly encouraged humans to engage in sexual act more often. One noticeable exception is the law that restrict the usage of masturbation to a few time per month. Indeed satisfying this kind of need is also an opportunity for all to enrich their social life and meet new people without the complex problem of finding conversation topics that interest everyone. Moreover sex is often more pleasant when practiced with other persons. One more time the Overlording Service had seen clear and saved everyone from an easy but suboptimal solution.

 

As it was say above, biologic citizens have an actual politic power under the reign of the Overlording Service. Most of this power come from the Initiative to Interest Water Based Citizen in Politic, one of the measure the most representative of the new mindset of the country. The idea is to give a random person almost unlimited powers over a group of human citizens but only for a limited amount of time. Of course many people abuse of their powers, but it's mostly to take revenge over a previous master so it is well deserved. Anyway that was the intended effect. In the idea of the greater mind, having an incompetent or abusing authority you can complain about is something most human need, but having the occasion to be this bad and abusing boss is vital for everyone.

Obviously this measure put the country in a permanent state of mild chaos as greats powers often end in the hands of totally irresponsible persons that only think about how to have fun with it. This is a great help for the Overlording Service that try to avoid inactivity and this system have the advantage of assuring it a constant flow of complex problems to solve.

 

At this point one may had noticed an elephant in the room. Because there is capital question everyone should want to be answered, just to be sure: “This ban of self entertaining object, it doesn't affect the butt plugs, is it?”. If your average vibrator double as a self entertaining and a masturbation device, surely any kind of butt plugs does not. In everyone mind, they are more sort of piece of clothing or body care tools. But that was not the opinion of the Overlording System that also banned those so useful objects! This is surely one of its most controversial measure. Confronted with a beginning of insurrection, the artificial ruler produced a very exhaustive justification of its decision, justification that everyone assumed to be perfectly convincing but with the minor inconvenient of counting around 1.41 * 1011 words. After five years of research some mathematicians managed to prove that it was in fact all bullshit but it was already too late.

 

So this bring us back to the rehabilitation glove. This item is extremely popular in this country mostly because contrarily to many other items that could do the same job but better, no kind of ban apply to it. After all it's not supposed to be used on the one that wear it. In fact it is actually possible but terribly unpractical. Because it is now a must have for the practice of anal masochism, and undeniably anal sadism, and because you look far more classy in this than in (almost) any kind of strap-on, this item have become the symbol of the new way of life of this country. The rear attendant, an indigenous profession, are certainly the ones using it the most in the exercise of their activity.

Rear attendant is a job that naturally become indispensable after the ban of butt plugs alongside with many other item that were thought to be indispensable for any woman that care about her anal well being. The core of their job is anal fist fucking which is now one of the most efficient yet legal solution women have to keep their ass in a descent state of ruination. But more generally their job is to provide all the help women could need to assure their anal well being. This profession is mostly exerted by men as they tend to have bigger hands and pack more power in their arms. As extremely useful, the profession is looked up and a qualified ass attendant will never be short of job offer. Even the most shabbiest fast food is expected to provide the basic attending service like upkeep fisting or irrumation, but of course a talented attendant with the right diplomas can legitimately pretend to way better positions. The respected attendant of the neighborhood probably work in a hospital or a hotel. Some also do home visit and design specific training regimen for their patients. There is no shortage of demand for those kind of services as all women need interventions many time a day to compensate for the impossibility to use plugs. The best among these work for celebrities or rich and influential people and are often both. That why in general the rear attendants wear proudly their rehab glove as soon as they go out. Of course for this kind of usage they prefer models with fancy look more than the ones with purely functional designs.

 

For woman that are still unable to deal with this situation an other legal solution is to find an arrangement with one of the many artificial citizens of the country. Coming various shape, size and behaviors, some of those might be interested in spending some time in a rectum. It is event possible to receive a rent for an ass that look homy enough.

 

This new law alone could had seriously crippled the tourism if this busyness had not been already destroyed by the total disinterest of the local population for the matter of the real world. The tourism is now flourishing again. As a giant oddity, the location is really attractive for the seeker of cultural scenery change. All the travel agencies have adapted their offers to assure to their customers all the modern comfort (or discomfort) during their holidays while abiding to the local laws. Every women can ask to be accompanied by a personal guide that, in addition of having a vast knowledge about everything that could interest a tourist about the country, will be more than happy to keep one or both of her (mostly her but sometime his and even its) fists in these stretching addicted bums. And this twenty four hour a day for the whole duration of the sojourn if needed. The situation is often perceived as destabilizing at first but the experience and professionalism of the guides help the holidaymakers to rapidly get over it. For an optimal comfort during the stay, the tour operators even try to match their clients with guides smaller than them so that when standing, the guide elbow is a the same level as the client ass. And as much as possible, to avoid to weird out their clients, they try to provide humans for this job.

This kind of service is also available for citizen but not everyone can afford it. Yet it is possible to get the state pay for it with a prescription from a physician.

 

Finally when every thing else have failed, for the women that doesn't feel like breaking the law to satisfy their urges, remain the solution of picking whatever they lay their hand on and use it as a plug. Because when you are desperate enough you can easily find many object around you that would do the job. But not as much in this country as in any other. There are strict rules for the design of all possible manufactured products in order to make them impossible or at least really complicated to use as a plug. This result in overly convoluted and spiky design for many everyday item, worsened by the constant attempt from many companies to find a legal but faulty design. Until know, the ones that managed to imagine products big enough to do the job that also could be inserted in a rectum with only a bearable amount of pain always known a huge commercial success, no matter the actual purpose of the said product. In those situation the design regulation loophole was always fixed a few day latter in order to not let a company rest on its laurels.

 

That all for now, I hope to have entertained if not inspired you new ideas. Also please do not hesitate to use this topic to make known your own ideas about what could exist or happen in the Anal Etiquette universe or in any similar others.