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Fed up of Beth and all her lazy bullshit, Laura had muttered something about going to the shop and hurried out of the house. She didn't know quite where she was going to go until she got there, but she wasn't at all surprised to find herself at the Hyperbowl alley. It's not that she was an avid bowling fan, she didn't even like it that much - it made her fingers hurt - but there was a guy who worked there. Kristian. With a "K".

Spiky hair, earrings, tattoos, he was hot, but he was a nice guy too. At least, he was nice to Laura, although everybody else thought he was kind of an asshole. It hadn't taken more than a loaded conversation over the shoe return counter, his ice-blue eyes gazing at Laura with fierce intensity, before they had both rushed to a bathroom to fuck each other's brains out. Once, twice, then a few more visits followed the same pattern, and then it became a habit. Laura just couldn't keep herself away, even if she had wanted to.

As she approached the check-in desk, Kristian looked up with a smile. "Well, hey there. Come on, let's go out the back." The pin setting machinery was loud. It was liberating to be as noisy as she liked, safe in the knowledge that the bowlers at the other end of the lanes couldn't hear a thing. Pins clattered and balls bumped and banged into the pits as Kristian slammed away at her pussy. Laura closed her eyes and gripped the cardboard box beneath her, her tits crushed against the hard angle its edge. Her dark hair fell around her face and her breathing quickened as the familiar warm buzz began in the bottom of her tummy. Without warning, Kristian's dick was gone. "Wha..?" As she turned her head, it came back again, with some considerable force behind it, popping straight up her ass. "Oh!" She bit her lip and struggled to adjust to the unexpected sensation, Kristian furiously humping away. Within moments his grip tightened on her hips and he tugged her hard onto him, holding his cock fast inside her as he ejaculated string after sticky string of hot semen into her butthole.

He lit a cigarette, she sipped a coffee. They had retired to the relative quiet of the break room, when it became apparent it was all over. "You didn't mind, did you?"

"Mind what?" She raised her eyebrows. He just looked at her. "Oh, that." She looked away. "No. You know it's funny, Beth's really into having stuff pushed up her butt at the moment. Big stuff." It was her turn to shoot him a look, one his flushing face showed he fully understood.

"Are you into 'big stuff' too?" She didn't nod, but her smile spoke volumes in itself. Finishing his roll-up and dropping the skinny butt in the ashtray, he stood. "Wait here. There's something I've always wanted to try."

Laura finished her coffee. She had never been the anal whore Beth seemed to be turning into. Sure, they had been to some wild sex parties together in which Laura had been a very active participant, but she only ever seemed to to "normal" stuff. The really kinky exploits always centred on Beth. Well, perhaps that was about to change. She crumpled her plastic cup against the table.

With a furtive glance over his shoulder, Kristian returned, carrying an armful of items. "A bowling pin!? Really?" Laura stared at him in disbelief. "They look a lot larger up close, don't they?"

Kristian's wide grin didn't waver for an instant. "Hey, you brought this up. Anyway, I've totally always wanted to see a chick get one of these stuffed up her butt. Are you up for it?"

"Well..." She hesitated. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm up for it." Moments later she had pulled off her jeans and panties and sat astride a chair, her arms crossed over the seat back, her ass poked out behind her, invitingly.

"We use this to grease the machines." Kristian rubbed thick, yellow grease from a tin over the scuffed and scratched white surface of the pin. "But I think it should work okay." Laura obligingly spread her buttocks. Kristian took some satisfaction in the spatter of his sperm glistening against the dark pink skin of Laura's recently fucked butthole. Experimentally, he poked the end of the pin between her pale cheeks and smeared his cum around with it's greasy surface. "Ready?" Biting her lip, she nodded.

He began with a gentle circling motion, just barely tickling her pucker. His palm against the bottom of the pin, he put pressure behind it, still twisting it around, trying different angles of attack, and occasionally jabbing with it a little more roughly. Laura became aware of a tingling burn in her anus as he waggled the pin up and down. Soon he settled into a firm, screwing motion from low down, below the seat, managing to push into her ass and sort of hook the sphincter over the end of the pin, eliciting a startled groan. Putting some muscle behind it now, he continued screwing the pin into her, working it further inside, centimetre by centimetre. Laura felt her ass get very full as the widest point of the bulge worked its way past her burning anus. It was really hurting, but it was so exciting. Laura vaguely remembered sex feeling like this, dangerous, like she wasn't supposed to be doing it, before a long history of encounters rendered it dull and mundane. Her anus slipped down to the relatively narrow waist of the pin. Gasping for breath, she fought to control her inner muscles, fighting the urge to try and squeeze the invader out. "Wow!" She looked over her shoulder at Kristian. "Does that fulfil your fantasy? Seeing me with this pin stuffed up my butt?"

To her surprise he looked a little sheepish. "Well, yeah, mostly."

"What do you mean, 'mostly'?"

"I mean, I really wanted to get it all in."

"Kristian, I don't think..." Twenty minutes ago she wouldn't have thought she could get even part of a bowling pin inside her butt. "No, you know what? Fucking stuff that fucking pin all the way inside me!" Lust filled her eyes as she shouted the filthy words. Damn, being slutty felt good. "Wait, what's that for?"

Kristian had produced an ancient, heavy looking hammer. "Um, I think it might need this to make it go deeper... Look, it's my fantasy okay. Just lie down on your belly."

Pulse racing, Laura lowered herself onto the gritty linoleum, the pin an unfamiliar weight tugging between her thighs. Was she really going to let him try to hammer a bowling pin deep inside her? It was madness... But she hadn't felt anything so horny in a long time. Kristian knelt beside her. She felt his hand on her buttocks, steadying the pin, taking aim. Her shout drowned out the crack of the metal hammer striking the hard wood. The impact against the back of her rectum sent a shock through her whole body. Before she could recover, Kristian was raining blows down up the base of the pin with wild abandon, sinking the pin further and deeper into her with each stroke. Laura , eyes streaming, yelled and groaned loudly despite biting her lip as hard as she dared. Her anus was on fire again, being forced wider than it would ever naturally go, white painted wood forcing it's way deep into her bowels.

It took her a while to realise the hammering had stopped. Wiping her face on her arm, she craned around to look at Kristian. "Why did you stop?" He took her hand and placed it on her ass, allowing her to explore the puffy, swollen flesh of her gaping hole and the battered and dented wood buried at least an inch inside it. "Oh fuck!" She pushed with muscles that failed to respond. "Oh fuck! How're we going to get it out?"

"I've thought of that." He seemed to Laura, to have thought about this situation a lot more than he let on. His collection of equipment included an electric drill. "Come on, raise your butt up." When her put the tip against the bottom of the pin, Laura fervently hoped he knew how to hold it straight but she was unprepared for how pleasant the vibration felt as the bit began to turn. "Ooohhh...!" The aching pain seemed to die away as the whole mass of the pin trembled within her, pleasing parts of her body she didn't even know she could feel. Her hand went between her legs, fingers digging into her excited pussy. As the drill bored deeper and her pleasure began to grow, the bit started to catch, suddenly gripping the pin and twisting it round, despite the full friction of her insides. Kristian stopped the drill, much to Laura's disappointment.

"I guess that'll do... Sorry." He took a metal hook and deftly wound the threaded end into the hole he just drilled. Getting a firm grip on the hook, "I'm going to try and pull it out now, okay?"

Laura murmured her consent, fingers still rubbing her clit, working to keep the hot buzz from slipping away and allowing the pain to return. Kristain shifted his grip and pulled on the hook. The pin didn't budge. He pulled hard. Laura's anus and it's surrounding skin bulged out between her buttocks, but the pin stayed stuck fast. A different approach was called for. With short, sharp movements, Kristian began pumping the plug back and forth. The sensation of being assfucked with this huge object was almost enough to send Laura over the edge. She let out a little whimper as the pin moved, each stroke a little further, in her guts, her anus being expanded once again to allow the wide pin body a way out. Each time he pulled, she felt as if she was going to be jerked inside out. As the fit became looser and looser, the pin forced air out out her abused ring, sloppy fart sounds accompanying the it's inward stroke.

Her orgasm blossomed out from her clit, sending shuddering waves coursing through her just as Kristian, with one final effort yanked so hard that the pin came loose at last, with a long, wet sucking sound, shortly followed by and explosion of greasy spunk, expelled from Laura's spasming bowels. She lay on the floor, cumming, with her butt feeling empty and wrong. What had begun the day as a normal, healthy anus was now an unrecognisable mess. Looking into the wide hole ringed by her slack, swollen anus, Kristian could see nothing but a tunnel, red walls receding into the darkness. Catching her breath, Laura rolled over onto her back. "That was... Crazy!" She brushed her hair back from her face. "I can't believe I just got off with that thing," she indicated the now very battered looking pin, "in my ass. Where are you going?"

Kristain was on his feet, hand on the door handle. "That was AWESOME!" The bulge in his trousers surprised Laura, he never normally recovered this quickly. "Stay where you are. I'll be right back. I'm going to get a bowling ball!"
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"This isn't working." Kristian said with a sigh, letting his softening penis slip out of Laura's puffy, wrinkled anus. "It's... You're just not tight enough. I can't feel anything."

"Excuse me!?" Laura rounded on him with a look that threatened to incinerate him on the spot. "I can't believe you just said that! If you didn't insist on stuffing that thing", she glared at the beaten up looking bowling pin, it's surface slick with grease, lying discarded on the bed beside them, "in my ass every fucking day, then you wouldn't have anything to complain about!" It had been almost six weeks since she discovered just how much he enjoyed burying the stolen bowling pin in her behind. She had found it exciting at first but the novelty quickly wore off, especially since he had lost all interest in 'regular' sex, becoming fixated on her anus alone.

Kristian's eyes wisely avoided her gaze, intently studying her colourful Spice Girls duvet cover. "If you'd done the bowling ball like I wanted, then maybe we could have moved on," he mumbled. "Besides, I know how to fix this." Kneeling up behind her, he used his thumb to press the semi-soft head of his dick into her butt. Wrapping his fingers around the shaft, he slowly sank his whole fist, fingers clenched around his member, inside her. Had Laura not become all to well accustomed to taking the thick end of the bowling pin up her bum on a regular basis, this may have caused her considerable pain, but the irregular shape of his knuckles pushing into her rectum was merely uncomfortable. Shifting his grip as his meat hardened, he briskly pumped his cock, eliciting wet, sucking, slurping sounds from her hole as his fist shuffled back and forth within the slackened confines of her ring. Laura let out a groan of frustration. How did her sex life end up like this, with her sort-of-boyfriend jerking himself off into her worn out ass? Rolling her eyes, she buried her face in the pillow.

"Maaaan, how does this place stay open?" Beth let the caf� door slam behind her, glancing around at the empty tables. Laura abruptly stopped wiping the dirt out of the crevices of the till keyboard with the corner of her apron.

"It was a busy morning. Really." She threw a flapjack at Beth, who caught it and began munching without any hesitation. "Hey, you know Kristian?"

Beth swallowed a mouthful of sugary oats. "The guy I have to listen to you fucking every night? I know of him."

"Oh, I thought you were out."

"Every night for the past two months?"

"...Yeah?"

"No."

"...Sorry. Well, anyway, I'm really feeling like we're stuck in, you know, a rut."

"So, dump his ass. Can I have another one?" Without waiting for a reply, Beth helped herself to another flapjack and perched on the edge of a table.

"Don't sit there! It's dirty!"

"The table? It looks pretty clean."

"I meant your butt."

"Bitch! Ohmygod!"

"Yeah. You know. Well anyway, he keeps on at me to do something I don't want to do, but I don't think our relationship is going to move on unless we try it. I don't know if I should, though. It feels like giving in."

"What does he want? A threesome?" Beth smirked.

"No." Laura looked at her, her expression stern. "No, Beth. Don't even think about it." She softened. "It's pretty dumb. He wants to try and stuff a bowling ball in my ass."

A couple passing in the street peered curiously through the plate glass window as Beth's raucous laughter erupted. "What the fuck!? That is some high-lair-ious, freaky shit, Laura." Her laughter dissolved in a fit of coughing. Laura fetched her a glass of water as Beth attempted to dislodge the chunk of flapjack from her windpipe. It took half a glass before the colour in her cheeks began to fade and, sounding gravelly, she continued: "Why don't you just let him try it?" Beth smiled at the look of shock on Laura's face. "Oh come on, it's not as if it'll fit. He'll just spend half an hour pressing it against your butthole, before he's forced to concede it's not going to happen. Maybe that'll be enough to get him over it."

Laura thought about this for the rest of the afternoon. Finally, as she was riding the bus home, she took out her phone and started a text message to Kristian. Y-E-S

They arranged to meet at his place later that evening. Kristian lived in a trendy converted warehouse. The interior looked to Laura like a shaky compromise between an artistic commune and a crack house. Kristian had explained that it provided the band somewhere to practice, free from "hassle" from "all the dicks". Laura resolved to keep an open mind. She had yet to meet any of his bandmates and his room was curiously devoid of musical paraphernalia. Aside from the bedrooms the warehouse was entirely open-plan. Kristian referred to it as the "Flexible Space". Cooking, eating and entertainment all took place in the vast former storage hall, clusters of forlorn bean bag chairs looking lonely on islands of off-cut carpet in a sea of bare concrete. A sparse forest of metal roof supports added some definition to the haphazard arrangement of kitchen, recreation and work areas. Like the walls, they were spattered with crude graffiti. One or two of the earlier murals displayed some evidence of talent, but they had long since been embellished by less expert hands. Above the grubby Belfast sink in the kitchen area, a woman in wrap around shades pulled open her black trench coat to reveal her left breast. Beside her head shaky lettering read "The TERMINATOR of SEX".

"So, look what I brought!" From beneath a magazine littered coffee table, Kristian lifted a salmon pink bowling ball with a numerals one and six outlined in white.

"A big one. How... thoughtful!" Laura scowled at him.

"Actually, they're all the same size, the sixteen just means it's heavier." He paused before muttering, "I checked."

Unwilling to face the planned uncomfortable night of non-sex unprepared, Laura insisted they have a few drinks before getting started. Malibu and lemonade in hand, she wandered the space, casting a critical eye over the s**ttered art projects, while Kristian played with the CD player, skipping through half the tracks on a two year-old Lardviathan album before he finally found the one he was looking for. Grindcore ground out of the nineties vintage speakers.

"What the fuck is that?" Laura shouted above the guttural grunting.

"Lardviathan! The second album, '21 seconds to Lardviathan', that's probably why you don't recognise it."

"No, that." She extended her index finger around her glass to point at a curious artwork. Two upright poles supporting a pair of wide rings, one at head height, the other around waist level. Around twenty thin, metal rods had been inserted through holes in the rim of the upper ring, angled so that they met just below the lower ring. They bottoms of the rods were tipped with white plastic hooks, facing out from the centre. "Is that supposed to be art?"

Kristian gave her a sheepish grin. "That's one of mine. I made it for you, actually."

"Is it art?"

"Not... Exactly. It's going make that ball go up your ass. Maybe. Well, I hope it will."

Laura's eyes widened as her imagination formed a picture of how the contraction might work. "Oh, shit! I wasn't expecting you to be so well prepared." She finished her drink. "You obviously put some time into it. How's it supposed to work?"

Kristian's grin told her exactly what he was going to say. "Get undressed. I'll show you."

Laura thought for a moment before pulling off her shirt. That Kristian had taken the time and effort to construct this bizarre device showed that he was much more serious about his bowling ball fetish than she had given him credit for. However, try as she might, she couldn't see it working. The ball must be nearly nine inches across! Impossible. She unclasped her polyester work trousers and slipped them over her ankles. The past month-and-a-half had taught her it wasn't worth dressing up to visit Kristian, he was quick to get her naked and ensured she stayed that way until it was time to go home. Blue knickers and grubby beige bra joined the rest of her clothes, slung over a chair back. Whatever happened tonight would certainly make a funny story to tell Beth, and what the hell, she was horny, dammit!

On Kristian's instruction, she got on her hands and knees and backed her bottom under the machine. "Okay, stop there. Now lift your ass up." She rested her head on her hands and arched her back. The carpet felt prickly under her knees and smelt like it hadn't been vacuumed in decades. Raising her rear, she felt the hook ends of the rods brushing her buttocks. "That's good. Now hold still."

Bunching the rods together with one hand, while the other parted her buttocks, Kristian asked her to lift her bum up further. "Push against the hooks for me, that's right." The rods began to flex and one by one, he guided the hooks into her anus.

"Do you... Ow... Have to poke them in so deep?" Despite having most of the hooks already inside, Laura's sphincter was slack enough to accommodate more with ease, but it felt as though the stiff tips were poking intrusively at her insides.

"They have to hook inside your anus, so they need to go in properly. That's the last one, anyway." He admired his handiwork, the slim rods exiting her puckered hole, fanning out as they reached up towards the upper hoop, suspended several feet above. "Lovely. Let me just get the ball."

Hefting the bowling ball above his shoulder, his fingers and thumb gripping the holes, he manoeuvred it up and over the rim of the highest hoop and, supporting it from underneath with his other hand, guided it gently downwards until it sat, suspended in the narrowing funnel formed by the rods. Laura felt the rods flexing inside her as the ball settled. "That feels weird!" She shifted her arms and craned her neck to look up at him. "But I still don't get how you think you're going to get that ball in my ass."

"Mechanical advantage... There's more to it. I just gotta fasten it on." She heard Kristian drag over one of the solid, old, wooden chairs. From nearby, he collected what Laura had assumed was an entirely separate 'sculptural piece'. Stepping up onto the chair, he fastened a sturdy cross bar to the tops of the uprights which supported the topmost hoop of his contraption. Through a hole in the centre of the bar, he awkwardly screwed a long, threaded pole, topped by a robust handle which he could only just reach, even from atop the chair. A few smooth spins brought it down to a more comfortable height, the lower end of the pole plunging towards the bowling ball below. To this lower end, he screwed a cap with a smooth plastic cup, articulated so that it precisely seated itself against the surface of the ball when the handle was spun further, just bringing it down into contact.

Stepping back to inspect his handiwork, Kristian beamed. "All-right! I think this is going to work real nice." Stooping, he met Laura's gaze. "Are you really sure you want to go through with this...?"

Had she been able to see just how heavy and capable the mechanism erected above her appeared, the bowling ball horrifyingly huge in comparison to her anus less than an inch below, Laura's resolve might have wavered, but blissfully ignorant as she was, she merely rolled her eyes. "Just get on with it!"

Kristian raised his eyebrows, "Okay, if you insist." Standing, he cast a rather wistful glance at Laura's butt: This was the last time it was going to look remotely normal. He took a firm hold of the screw handle. "This is probably going to hurt." He swung the handle and Laura felt the rods tighten against her anal walls. Kristian kept on spinning the handle, taking up all the slack, pushing down on the ball with ever increasing pressure. Air escaped from Laura's bum as her anus was levered open. It was getting harder to turn the handle. Kristian looked down to see Laura's ring pulled into a multi-pointed star as the rods dug into her stretched flesh, the ball edging towards it, millimetre by millimetre.

"That's... Starting to feel big!" Laura's voice was slightly shrill. Her hole was approaching four inches diameter and although she was well practised at taking the bowling pin in there, the sensation of the rods under such great pressure was unfamiliar and her anal muscles were starting to tingle and sting uncomfortabley. Kristian said nothing, gritting his teeth as he concentrated on forcing the handle round another turn, and another, and another.

"AAAAHHHH FUUUUCCCK!" Laura clawed at the carpet. All her bucking and wriggling around did nothing to dislodge the intrusion from her rear, the plastic hooks now firmly hooked inside her sphincter as it grew wider and wider. The pressure of the bowling ball against the rods forcing them into furrows in her butt cheeks, the stiff metal cutting into the soft flesh. As the ball slid lower, it began to enter the raw, meat-coloured hole, now approaching six inches across, plugging it save for the rods still keeping it open with their tension. Kristian bit his lip, but kept turning the handle, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead.

Laura whimpered when she felt the spring and flex go out of the rods, knowing it meant the ball was about to penetrate her. Her mind, filled as it was with burning, urgent pain, began to wander over the damage being done as her butt was forced open. She imagined the muscles reaching their limits, being overcome and tearing. She thought of the soft tissues stretching as her rectum filled with solid, heavy resin and wondered, a treacherous pang of lust boiling up from between her thighs, just what her over-expanded anus looked like now.

From above, Kristian could see exactly how it looked. The bowing ball was half-way inside, Laura's anal ring stretched around it, nearly nine inches wide and shaped like a bottle top where the rods were digging in. So large was it that her buttocks were forced wide apart and the very edge of the opening almost met up with her the slit of her pussy, a thin barrier of taught, white skin separating the two holes. He screwed the ball in deeper, his cock hardening as he listened to Laura's moans and curses, feeling her trapped body convulse through the metal frame.

The tipping point came suddenly, just as the middle of the ball passed the tips of the plastic hooks. With a loud, sucking squelch it sank fully inside Laura, finally expelled from the sprung cone of steel still holding her bum wide open behind it. "OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGod...!" Laura gasped for air, hyperventilating at the sensation and the realisation that the ball was now tightly socketed inside her rectum. Kristian gazed down at the curve of the ball, just proud of the rim of the hole in which it sat. Carefully, he began twisting the hooks and sliding them, one by one, out of stretched and broken anus. They came out easily, Laura's sphincter so ruined it now took the form of a loose loop of skin framing a five inch window onto the ball buried inside her.

Once the final hook was out, Kristian put a hand on Laura's shoulder. "That's it! You've done it, I'm so impressed." She didn't say anything in reply, still breathless, but she managed to turn her head and roll her red rimmed eyes at him. A shiver coursed through her shoulders. Her legs felt numb, but that was of little concern compared to the pressure in her guts, the feeling from her rectum, stretched thin over the nine-inch sphere, overpowering even the hot sting of her torn asshole. Freed now from Kristian's device, she wriggled forward on her elbows, weakly dragging her knees behind her.

With Kristian's help, she was able to tuck her knees under her and kneel, her abdomen feeling alien and strange, as if her body was not her own, it's contours unfamiliar. With strong hands tenderly supporting her, she staggered to her feet. As she rose, she became aware of the weight; an extra sixteen pounds pressing down on her pelvis. "This must be what having twins feels like!" Her brow furrowed with effort as she struggled to find her balance, the weight inside her shifting as she moved her hips. Her fingers found her belly, and with a shock she realised it was bulging out beneath her her navel. "A pot-belly!? What the hell!?"

"I think it looks hot. Really hot." Kristian couldn't take his eyes off her. His gaze swept from her even paler than usual face, down to her unsteady legs, her knees pressed together at an odd angle, and back up to the bulge in her belly. Unable to contain his lust any longer, her pulled her close to him and kissed her, feeling the solid lump in her tummy pressing against him as he did so. Surprised by his sudden passion, Laura allowed herself to be pulled down onto a lumpy bean-bag chair. On her back, her hips thrust out and her legs spread, her belly bump was even more pronounced. She hadn't seen Kristian like this for months. His hands greedily kneaded her breasts and caressed her swollen tummy, as his turgid cock teased her pussy with its tip. It excited her. Perhaps this was what they had needed, and Kristian could start loving her as a man loves a woman, now that she had fulfilled his weird fantasy. Her lips sought his, and she arched her back, pushing herself against his member.

Laura's labia felt strange as Kristian tried to enter her. He found he had to thrust his cock at an angle, pushing up towards her clit. She was tight, tighter than he would have thought possible. Every twinge of her stomach muscles seemed to be crushing his dick against an anvil, but half-crazed with lust he braced his hips and thrust onwards, until he felt his balls crush against the hot, ruined lip of Laura's ass. Breaking from her kiss, he looked down and gasped with shock. The outline of his cock was clearly visible through the skin of Laura's belly, her vagina squashed outwards by the giant ball inside her. "Look...!" Laura raised her head and saw a golf ball sized lump, just below her belly-button. It was not until it slid down toward he pussy that she realised it was Kristian's cock head moving inside her. With great effort he backed his dick almost all the was out, before experimentally slipping it back in, getting used to the feeling of the bowling ball's curved face against his penile under side. To Laura's continued surprise, the tension of her skin was pulling her clit hard against his solid meat, the lumpy shaft rubbing its whole length against her bean in long, deep strokes, and feeling really, really good. For the next ten minutes she enjoyed the best fuck she'd had in months, until the building heat in her pussy began to boil over, and her jaw opened in a silent scream. Holding Kristian close with all her strength, she came as she never had with him, blood rushing in her ears and pin-pricks of light bursting before her eyes. She hung on for a long time, breathing hard, until she felt his limp dick slip from her, and realised he too was satiated.

It's difficult to cuddle with sixteen pounds of resin in your rectum. Getting the ball out was simpler, but no less unpleasant than putting it in had been. Crouched in an undignified squat, supporting herself against the heavy metal frame of Kristian's machine, Laura's first efforts to expel the bowling ball were not successful. Straining, and red in the face she was forced to accept Kristian's "help", in the form of a firm push against her tummy. With Kristian's weight behind it, the ball left Laura's butt in a rush, clonking onto the floor as her entire rectum turned itself inside out for a moment, before being sucked back in on itself with a loud squelch. Losing her balance once again, Laura flopped to the floor beside the slimy pink ball, rolling on to her front, luxuriating in her tummy being flat enough to do so. Between her parted buttocks, a red crater now marked the place where her anus used to be. It's ragged edge ringed a red funnel of meat, the entrance to her sigmoid bend plainly visible at its centre. Too tired to care, Laura rested her head on her hands. She had no doubt she had well and truly destroyed her ass tonight, but it was worth it to cure her boyfriend of his anal fixation and turn him into the sort of man she wanted to keep.

How long she lay, imagining the future she and Kristian would share, she was not sure, but her reverie was finally broken by the sound of heavy breathing and the sense of someone behind her. Craning her neck, she looked round to see Kristian, stiff dick in hand, furiously masturbating into her ravaged ass-cave. Darkness burnt in her eyes and a frown knitted her brow. "Kristian," she growled, voice low and dangerous, "we need to talk!"

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