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 Becky Gets an Anal Probe

"I dreamed last night that I was abducted by aliens," remarked Rebecca Booth conversationally to her friends.
They stared at her in amusement. "Did they give you an anal probe, Becky?" inquired Suzy Wheaton with a smirk.
"Actually they did," said Becky. "Didn't hurt though." She shivered. "But it was a horrible dream. Very realistic. I was all sweaty
when I woke up."
Angela Tanner chuckled, and looked behind Becky, at her bottom. "Well, I can't see an eighty-foot satellite dish emerging," she
said. "Perhaps it really was just a dream."
"Of course it was," said Becky, frowning a little. "But it seriously was quite scary. You needn't be so flippant."
It was Suzy's turn to frown. "Did you really dream you were abducted by aliens?" she asked. "I thought you were just joking."
"I wasn't joking, I did dream it," affirmed Becky. "It was horrible at the time, but now, in the light of day, it's all dim and distant
like any other dream. Anyway let's go or we'll be late for class."

That evening Becky was having dinner with her parents.
"I dreamed I was kidnapped by aliens last night," she said in between mouthfuls of Boeuf Bourgignon (stew really, but her mum
could be a little pretentious at times). "I dreamed they gave me an anal probe."
"Really dear? Sounds like a bad one."
"It was, Mum. It was awful."
"Well perhaps that'll teach you not to watch that awful cartoon," said her father sternly.
"What do you mean, awful? I know you watch it after I've gone to bed," Becky accused him.
"I do not. And anyway, I'm allowed to - it's an adult show, and you're only fourteen."
Becky gasped and slapped his arm. "I'm fifteen!" she exclaimed. "And two weeks away from being sixteen! Nice of you to
keep track."
"Oh Becky, your father's only teasing. Now be a good girl and do your homework while we're out. We'll be back at ten-thirty
or so. Maybe eleven."
Becky nodded. She had no intention of doing her homework, really - it was not due until Friday and she absolutely never
looked at her homework until the night before its due date. She was not a particularly conscientious girl when it came to her
studies, preferring to read her books, and surf the Internet if her parents were out.
After supper, her parents left the house to go to a concert being held by the local choral society, leaving Becky alone to surf to
her heart's content. She switched the computer on and then sat down in front of it, waiting for the desktop to load up. As she
sat there, she rubbed at her abdomen - it was aching a little, the way it did when she had not been to the loo for a while. Getting
up, she trotted through to the bathroom, pulled down her panties, gathered up her skirt, and sat down on the toilet seat. She
began to strain.
A poo began to emerge, and she winced - it was a hard one and, by the feel of it, great in girth. She relaxed her anus as much
as possible, and clenched her buttocks together in an attempt to squeeze the poo into a smaller diameter. It helped, slightly, and
the poo started to slide wetly out of her sphincter. As more of it emerged, its point sank inexorably towards the water, and she
prepared herself for the sudden rush and easing-off of pressure that would signal the impending terminus of her faecal
production.
The tip reached and broke the surface of the water, then descended steadily towards the base of the bowl. Still there was no
sign of Becky's poo coming to an end, and she began to think to herself that this was probably the longest unbroken specimen
she had ever expelled. She wondered if she could manage to keep it intact until the last remnant had left her rectum. She
anticipated that it would be quite a sight, curled up in the bottom of the toilet bowl.
But as the poo hit bottom and began to bend, and as she continued to push, more and more of the poo emerged with still no
indication that it was about to come to an end. Somewhat intrigued, Becky parted her legs and looked down into the bowl,
watching as her poo began laying itself along the dry ceramic slope above the surface of the water. Since she was sitting quite
far back, however, it soon began to bend the other way, and the bulk of what was still suspended in the air began to descend
back towards the water. And still it came.
Now a little alarmed, Becky wondered just how long this could possibly continue. Her bowels could only hold so much, and
she must surely have practically emptied them by now. Yet strangely she felt no emptier than when she had first sat down. Her
poo was now beginning to pile itself on top of what was already in the water, and she decided enough was enough. She
clenched her anal sphincter.
The poo broke off and fell with a muffled 'splat' into the toilet bowl. Yet almost immediately Becky began to feel a growing
pressure inside her rectum, and an aching in her bowels that quickly intensified until it was almost unbearable. With a gasp of
pain, she relaxed her sphincter once again to allow the remaining excrement to escape.
It pushed its way out with a will. Sliding smoothly through the muscular flesh of her anus, it descended quickly towards the
growing pile in the bowl. Becky suddenly realised that this much poo would be difficult to flush away. She hurriedly reached
behind her and pressed the lever before any more could build up.
Water poured into the toilet bowl, splashing over the tangled mass of poo that lay draped around the sides and down into the
base of the bowl. The water level quickly arose, as the poo was now blocking much of the passage to the S-bend. Suddenly
frightened that it might overflow, Becky reached down by the side of the cistern for the brush, which she then used in an
attempt to push the poo into the bend, where hopefully the water would force it all the way through.
And still more poo was emerging at a steady pace from her anus. As wide as ever, though not quite as hard as it had been right
at the beginning, it was sliding out of her like a long, brown, scaleless snake. Becky was unable to do a particularly good job
with the brush, since she had to remain poised over the toilet bowl, and by the time the water had stopped flowing she found
she had virtually jammed up the S-bend with her poo. Fortunately there had been no overflow, but the water was now taking a
very long time to return to its initial level, and inch after inch of poo was steadily adding to the brown islands sitting in their
murky lake.
Worse still, she seemed now to be defecating at an increased rate. The poo was sliding out of her bottom with a smoothness
and swiftness that was decidedly uncharacteristic. Becky was beginning to panic. What was she to do? If she flushed again, the
entire bathroom floor would be awash with water and poo. Then again, what if the entire bowl filled up and she still had not
finished?
How was this happening to her? It seemed to defy all natural laws. Her bowels could not possibly possess the capacity to
generate this much waste, could they? She tried to think, but it was difficult to clear her mind when she could feel a
never-ending flow of poo coming out of her anus. She closed her eyes and tried to come up with an answer to her dilemma.
What could she do?
A sudden touch of something moist and squishy pressing against her buttock made her eyes flick open. She looked down
between her legs, and gasped in horror. The brown mass was now piled so high it had almost reached the seat. And still there
was no sign of the flow stopping - in fact, it seemed to be flowing faster than ever. In desperation she clenched her anus closed,
but had to relax it again almost immediately with a cry of pain as the pressure became instantly intolerable.
'I have to do something,' she said to herself. But what? Should she call the hospital? No! Far too embarrassing. And yet, what
if it did not stop? Ever?
While she pondered this the poo was piling itself higher and higher, topping the level of the seat as Becky raised herself up to
avoid it. 'I have to get out of this house,' she thought, 'or I'll end up heaping poo over everything.'
Taking a deep breath, she clenched her anus to break the poo, then relaxed again as pain struck swiftly. She hurriedly pulled
her panties up as her faeces began to slither out with renewed speed, and held on to them tightly as she ran out of the room.
Rushing down the stairs, she broke out into a panicked sweat as she felt her poo pushing the material outwards away from her
bottom. She rushed to the front door, threw it open, then leaped outside, closing the door behind her. She stopped and heaved
a sigh of relief - she had not dropped any on the carpets.
Becky's panties were now being stretched so much that the pressure of poo was pulling them down away from her bottom. She
rushed to the flower bed at the edge of the lawn and then pulled her panties right down, letting their contents spill on to the bare
soil. She then continued to squat there, while more and more poo snaked out of her rectum to form a rapidly-growing pile
between two half-grown sunflowers.
'This is no good,' she thought to herself after the pile had grown to nearly a foot in height. 'I have to get to the hospital.'
For a minute she considered using a callbox to phone for an ambulance, but then realised she had no money. And she did not
dare go inside again. But then she remembered that her bus pass was still in the breast pocket of the shirt she was wearing. She
took it out, and began to wonder when the next bus would come. Squatting beside the tall fence bordering her garden, Becky
was fairly effectively concealed from passers-by, but she could also not see when a bus was coming. Deciding she would have
to rely on her hearing to alert her to an imminent arrival, she waited, while the pile of poo at her feet grew and grew.
Then (thank heavens!) she heard the tell-tale low engine noise of an approaching bus. Breaking off her poo in mid-flow, Becky
pulled up her panties and raced out of her garden to the bus stop, which was just outside her house. Holding up her hand and
waving, she caught the driver's attention, and the bus slowed down and stopped just next to her while her panties quickly began
to fill up again.
By the time she set foot on the bus, they were straining under the pressure of newly-emerging poo, seven inches long already
and growing as fast as ever. Fearful lest it should all spill out while she was talking to the driver, she reached under her skirt and
squished the poo up against her buttocks, temporarily relieving the strain on her underwear. With her other hand she fetched
her pass out of her breast pocket.
"Does this bus go along Mill Road?" she asked. "Where the hospital is?"
The driver nodded. "Yes, young lady," he said, "we stop right outside the hospital."
"And how long do you think it will take to get there?" Becky asked in a hurried voice. Her panties were sagging dangerously.
Taking a furtive glance down the aisle, she noticed that there was only one passenger on the lower deck, and he was not
looking her way. She surreptitiously reached behind her bottom, slipped her hand under her skirt, placed it under the great
bulge in her panties, and pushed upwards with her palm. The bulge flattened and spread, squishing between her buttocks and
sliding forward across her pussy.
"About fifteen minutes," the driver replied. Then he sniffed the air and frowned. "What's that awful smell?" he asked. "It smells
like ... sh..."
"It's the local sewage works," Becky cut him off quickly, her cheeks flushing crimson. "The wind's blowing the smell over this
way. Anyway thanks." She ran up the stairs, her bulging panties bouncing and slapping a huge wad of her squashed poo against
her buttocks with each step.
There was a man and a woman on the top deck, but both were sitting near the back, so Becky decided to sit in the very front
row of seats, on the left hand side of the aisle. She sat down gingerly, spreading her skirt around her, and shuddered with
disgust as she began to put her weight on the mass of poo in her panties, which were now practically filled to capacity. She
would make a horrible mess of the seat, she reflected, but then, it was not really her fault.
The poo was squashed once more, and it flooded forwards to cradle her pussy in a moist, warm, sticky embrace. And still it
was coming out - Becky found she had to lean over and put her weight on her right buttock so as not to impede the flow. She
lifted her left buttock clear off the seat, so that she was expelling her poo sideways. As the bus began to move, her panties filled
to bursting point, then overflowed on to the seat next to her. She was glad of the skirt, which enabled her to conceal her crime.
After a couple of minutes, Becky came up with a theory on how she could get the flow to stop. 'Perhaps', she thought, 'if I
actually try to force it out, rather than letting it come out by itself, I'll be able to get rid of it faster than it can be replenished.
Then at least I'll be able to give myself some kind of breathing space.'
She attempted this tactic. Straining with all her might, she pushed the poo out as fast and as hard as she possibly could. The first
part of her plan seemed to be working, as her faecal matter began discharging from her rectum at a greatly increased rate. She
reached beneath her skirt and pulled the material of her panties to one side so that she could facilitate her excrement's
expulsion. She got poo all over her hand for her pains, but she was determined to give her plan a good shot.
The vile matter poured out of her like toothpaste from a tube, and still she kept pushing hard. Eventually, however, as the pile
on the seat beside her grew to virtually un-hideable proportions, and there was still no sign of the flow diminishing, she gave up
this plan, and relaxed.
The flow, however, did not slow down. It had apparently got used to this new rate and was not about to downgrade. Alarmed,
Becky tried to clench her buttocks together, but this only made matters worse. Frustrated, Becky relaxed and lifted herself up
off the seat slightly, still holding her panties aside so that she was now defecating directly on to the seat beneath her bottom. She
wondered whether she should scrape the pile next to her on to the floor, in order to make room for further production, but she
decided against it, hoping that it would remain unnoticed until she arrived at the hospital.
The bus slowed down and stopped to pick up another passenger. Becky's heart sank as she heard footsteps on the stairs. A
tall grey-haired man appeared, and Becky crossed her fingers, hoping that he would sit at the back with the others. But as he
turned towards her, she knew she was in trouble unless she acted quickly. She let go of her panties so that they covered her
buttocks once again, then sat down hard on the pile of poo beneath her. It squished all around her buttocks and panties, but
she forced herself to ignore this horror as she shoved a great pile of poo off the seat next to her on to the floor. It landed with a
splat that she hoped the newcomer would not hear.
Fortunately, the newcomer made no sign of having seen or heard anything suspicious. He walked right up to the front of the
bus, smiled briefly at Becky, then sat down on the other side of the aisle and looked out of the window.
Becky sat still, unsure of what to do. It would be another ten minutes before they reached the hospital - how could she possibly
conceal her predicament from the man until then? Already her panties were almost full again. And a few seconds later, they
were completely full, bulging and ready to overflow. Becky had to continually lift herself off the seat to allow more poo to gush
forth, then sit down again to flatten it. Her pubic hair was saturated with poo. Her pussy was smothered in it - the mess was
crammed into the groove between her labia and was even finding its way into her vaginal opening.
The smell had finally become apparent to the man on the other side of the aisle. He was staring at Becky suspiciously. Becky
ignored him, looking straight ahead of her while she tried to arrange her legs so as to block his view of the pile of poo on the
floor. However, more poo was beginning to force its way up between her thighs to form a new pile on her lap underneath her
skirt. As it expanded, it caused her skirt to bulge upwards a little.
Then the man spoke up. "Excuse me," he said in a somewhat hostile tone. "Have you crapped yourself?"
Becky blushed furiously. "Leave me alone," she said quietly.
But the man had other ideas. He stood up, took a couple of steps towards Becky, and then whipped a handkerchief out of his
pocket. He covered his nose with it. "Good grief!" he exclaimed. "What a diabolical smell! It is you, isn't it?" He turned and
stomped off down the stairs. Becky sighed with relief.
But with a sudden squeal of brakes, the bus came to a halt. Becky's bottom, lubricated by all the poo she was sitting on, slid
forward, almost falling off the seat. Footsteps thundered up the stairs. Becky turned in surprise, and saw the grey-haired man
returning with the bus driver. She suddenly felt afraid.
"What's all this then?" asked the driver. "Are you making a mess of my bus?"
"It's not my fault!" wailed Becky, bursting into tears. "There's something wrong with me - I just can't stop pooing! That's why I
need to get to..."
"You'll get no further than right here!" growled the driver angrily. He reached over and grabbed her shoulder. "Come on young
lady, get off this bus right now!"
"But you don't understand! It's not my fault!"
"Whatever you say. Now get the hell off my bus before I physically kick you off myself."
Frustrated and utterly humiliated, Becky stood up, revealing a massive, partially-squashed heap of poo on the seat. As she
walked past the driver and the grey-haired man, lumps of poo fell from under her skirt and on to the floor.
"Absolutely disgusting," remarked the grey-haired man, sotto voce.
Becky hurried down the stairs as quickly as she could. Her panties were beginning to overflow, and were threatening to fall
down to the floor. She reached under her skirt and grabbed the waistband to keep them in place. With her other hand she
squished the emerging poo to ease the pressure. Unfortunately this also had the effect of squeezing some out of her panties
entirely. A large lump dropped to the floor and splatted.
The driver, coming down after her, opened the door and she stepped off. The bus drove off, and it suddenly occurred to
Becky that she had no idea where she was. She sighed and began to walk down the street after the bus.
It did not look like a nice neighbourhood. Becky could see several youths up ahead of her, and she had no intention of walking
past them while she was dropping poo every few feet. Instead, she took a left in the hope of bypassing them somehow. This
took her into a dim alley, where she paused for a moment to empty out her panties. They were now completely sodden with
poo - barely any white was remaining, and that was only around parts of the waistband. The inside of her skirt was also
covered with poo, and it felt very uncomfortable as it brushed against her thighs.
After having rested for a while in the alley, and having built up quite a pile of excrement at the base of the wall, Becky pulled up
her panties and continued on her way. Every half minute or so she would pull her panties aside and let their contents fall with a
splat on to the ground, and in this manner she progressed without having to stop every few seconds.
Night was falling, but by the light of a sodium vapour lamp a group of nine or ten young men were playing football in a
run-down car park. Becky paused and considered what to do. They were between her and the next road which she was
planning to take. There was no way to sneak past without being seen. But how could she ensure that she did not 'embarrass'
herself in front of them?
In the end she decided she had no choice but to go for it. She emptied out her panties, put them back in place, and began
walking swiftly out into the car park as her panties quickly began to refill. She hugged the edge of the car park, reaching back
with her hand to squish her poo every ten seconds or so.
"Hey!" said one of the men, a fairly tall and very heavily-built individual with a stubbly beard. "Do you play football? We're
short one player."
Becky ignored him and quickened her pace.
The man ran to cut her off. His friends were following on behind. "There's no need to be coy," said the man, who looked even
larger close-up. "My name's Andy. Where are you going in such a hurry?"
"That's my business," Becky muttered, attempting to push past him. She was terrified that her panties would overflow any
second, and she did not want the men to see this happen.
"Now hold on," said Andy, putting a hand out to stop her. "I'm not sure I like your tone. Why be so rude?"
"Please, let me go," Becky pleaded, now quite afraid. "I have to get to the hospital."
"That's quite a way," said Andy. "You should have taken the bus."
"I tried to. Please - I'm in a hurry."
Then it happened. Her panties, stretched to the limit, and overflowing with poo, finally let a large lump fall to the ground. It hit
with an audible slap.
"What the..." Andy began.
Then one of his friend's laughed. "She's crapped herself!" he exclaimed.
"Jeez, you must really be scared, huh?" Andy chuckled. "I've never seen a grown woman ... well, almost grown I guess ... crap
herself before."
"Please leave me alone!" Becky tried to rush through the closing ranks, but Andy pushed her back. More poo fell out of her
panties.
"Good grief, you must be petrified! I like that in a girl. Here Stuart, let's see the extent of her fear."
The man named Stuart, who looked about eighteen or nineteen, suddenly lifted the back of Becky's skirt. She shrieked and
tried to pull it down.
"Hey guys, you have to check this out!" said Stuart. "Her knickers are totally full of it!"
"Sounds like something I should see," remarked Andy. "Brian, Frank, pin her down for me would you? On her front."
Becky screamed as she was forced down on to the tarmac, but Andy kicked her in the shoulder. "Shut your noise," he said
sternly. "Or I'm sure I can use one of my smelly socks as a gag."
Becky struggled furiously, but Brian and Frank were strong, and she was soon lying face down, with Brian sitting on her
shoulder blades and Frank holding her ankles still. Stuart now lifted her skirt again, revealing her enormously distended panties.
"Crikey, did you ever see so much shit?" he cried in awe. "Yuck - and her skirt's covered all over with it. You know Andy, I
think she'd been shitting herself before she got here."
"Is that right?" Andy chuckled. "You into a bit of scat, young lady?"
"Fuck you!" Becky screamed, though she could not put a lot of volume into it since Brian's weight was squeezing her lungs.
"Keep the noise down!" Andy commanded sharply. "Right, time for that gag. Unfortunately I think my socks are too short for
the job. Hey Brian, get up off her back a minute, and help me take off her shirt."
Once Brian was off her she renewed her struggles, and Andy allowed her to turn over on to her back before pinning her
shoulders. Brian ripped her shirt open, and buttons flew in all directions. "Nice tits," he commented.
"We'll get the bra next," said Andy. "Turn her over."
Together they turned her over on to her front again, and managed to pull her shirt off. Then her bra was unfastened and
removed roughly. Becky screamed again. Andy ripped one of her shirt sleeves off and held it up.
"Hey presto, one gag," he said. "Stuart, get her knickers off. Leave the contents where they are, though."
"Um, I'll try," said Stuart. "Ugh, messy job though." He gingerly pulled her panties down her legs using as little finger area as
possible, and shaking them so that the poo inside detached and fell against her buttocks and upper thighs. Then Frank released
her ankles just long enough for the garment to be completely removed.
"You know," said another of the men, watching the pile grow by the second, "I think she's crapping right now!"
Andy peered closer in the half-light. "You're right, Jim," he said. "Well well well. Right, young lady, open your mouth."
"Fuck off," muttered Becky. "You guys are going to be in so much trouble when I get to the police."
Andy laughed. "Shouldn't you say: if you get to the police? What makes you think we're going to let you go?"
A cold shiver ran down Becky's spine as for the first time the thought occurred to her that she might not survive the night.
"You're not going to kill me are you?" she asked in a whisper.
"Jeez, Andy," said Stuart. "You're not seriously..."
"Hush Stuart," said Andy. "That depends, young lady, on whether you cooperate. Open your mouth."
Becky did so.
"Good," said Andy. He reached down to the pile of poo and grabbed a handful. Then he quickly pushed it into her mouth.
Becky tried to spit it out, but Andy had already sealed her mouth with her shirt sleeve. He tied it securely round the back.
"Now don't swallow that, will you?" he said. "That should keep you quiet for a while."
He turned to the others. "Right, get her skirt off, and her shoes and socks. Might as well have her completely naked."
With a bit of fiddling, and the ripping in half of the skirt, this was accomplished. In the meantime the pile of poo on Becky's
bottom and upper legs was growing steadily. She could feel it extruding from her anus as fast as ever, and wondered when the
men would realise that she actually had a serious medical problem. She also wondered if they would care.
"Right," said Andy, "who wants to fuck her first?"
Nobody volunteered. "Oh come on," Andy chided them. "Afraid of getting messy?"
"Quite frankly, yes," said another of the men. "Look at her - she's still crapping I think."
"There's enough there to cover her whole body, I reckon," said Frank. "I think we should cover her from head to toe in her
own shit."
"An excellent plan," agreed Andy. "Who wants to do that?"
Again, nobody volunteered.
"God, you're all wimps. Okay, I suppose I'll do it myself." Andy began to take handfuls of poo and plaster them up and down
her back, followed by the backs of her legs. Then he massaged some into her hair. "Right, turn her over," he said.
Becky, tears streaming down her cheeks, was rolled over on to her back, her pussy and breasts exposed to the men for the
first time. She had never felt so degraded, so abused, so humiliated, so violated. It was worse than the most horrible nightmare
she could have dreamed up. She looked blankly up at the sky as Andy rubbed handfuls of her own poo into her breasts, her
pussy, her face, her legs, her belly, her feet, and in fact over her entire body. And still she was producing more, almost as fast
as Andy was using it. At any rate the pile between her thighs was scarcely diminishing.
"Where the hell is all this coming from?" Stuart wondered aloud. "She must not have been for months!"
"Yeah, it's a mystery all right," agreed Andy. "Kind of defies the laws of physics, or biology, or something. Still, waste not, want
not." He continued to heap poo on to her torso. "Hey, I'll tell you what, if nobody wants to fuck her, we might as well fill her
cunt, what do you reckon?"
"Cool!" said Frank and Brian together.
"Well, Frank, you take her left leg and Stuart take her right. Brian, keep a hold of her shoulders. Spread her open, lads!"
Stuart and Frank each pulled to one side, so that Becky's legs were spread wide. All the men could now see the poo
continually emerging from her anus. They stared in awe for a few minutes as a new pile grew before their eyes.
"Isn't that just the freakiest thing you ever saw?" remarked Jim.
"It is." Andy nodded. "Right, time to open her up." He slipped two poo-covered fingers into Becky's vagina, though even this
was a tight fit. "Hey, I think we have ourselves a virgin here," he said. "Are you all sure you don't want to fuck her first?"
"Oh all right," said one of the other men. "I'll have a go. I'm not getting my clothes messy though." He began to disrobe.
"Good for you, Chas," said Andy. "Have fun."
Becky's eyes widened as Chas, now naked, positioned himself above her while being careful not to touch her too much. He
planted his hands either side of her shoulders, and slowly guided his erect penis into her vagina. Lubricated by her poo, he slid
inside her with a little effort, though he tore her flesh slightly as he ripped through her virginity. Becky winced, then closed her
eyes and tried to think of something else.
"Oh my god," Chas murmured with a sigh. "That feels great." He began to thrust in and out of her. Then he bent down and
whispered into her ear, "Hey sweetheart, try not to worry too much - I won't let them hurt you."
This jolted Becky back to reality. Of course, Chas's words were ridiculous - she had already been hurt more than she could
possibly describe - but his meaning was clear to her, and a faint ray of hope entered her head that Chas might stand up for her
if Andy decided to kill her.
Chas began to grunt as his rhythm sped up. Then he gasped as he came, shooting his sperm deep into her body. With a happy
smile, he pulled out and clambered off her.
"Anyone else?" asked Andy. "No? Okay then." He slid two fingers into her vagina again, followed by a third, then a fourth.
Finally he attempted to insert his thumb as well. "Tight indee

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