Morris and Chelsea: Too Much Down Stairs
by tannim
April 26, 2016

	"Oh, uh... hello, Mr. Nolan." Chelsea backed away from the door just a step at the sight of the otter wearing nothing but a probably too tight pair of swim trunks. "Is Reese home?"

	"Sorry... Miss Chamberlain is it? Yeah, I remember you from the sleepover last night.  No, Reese isn't home.  She's out with her mother buying new underwear.  You'd be amazed at how fast she goes through that stuff." He leaned against the door, looking her twelve year old figure over, and smiled. "Do you need something?"

	"Ah... yeah.  That's me.  I think I left my cell phone here last night.  I can't find it at home, school, or anywhere else." She tried not to look him over, too, but there was certainly a lot of him visible in just the trunks, even through them.

	He pushed off the door and stepped back, waving her in. "Well, you can come in and look if you like.  Reese won't be home for a while I'm sure.  She does like to be picky when shopping.  I'm sure her mother had something to do with that.  SHE never wanted to go to less than ten stores when clothes shopping, I know that.  Say, what type of breed are you, anyway? I don't recognize the fur pattern or style."

	"Thanks." Chelsea hurried in and around him up the stairs, pausing just long enough to call back. "I'm told I'm a Karelian Bear dog..."

	The otter followed her upstairs to his daughter's room and sat on Reese's bed. "Huh, never heard of that breed.  So many around these days, though.  Still, it's a really cute breed if you're anything to go on.  Lovely fur colors, VERY cute tail curl and..." He leaned over to run a hand down her back while she was bent over lifting up clothes on the floor. "Lovely soft fur texture to go with it."

	Chelsea stiffened at the touch but didn't stand up. "Uh, thanks?"

	"Sorry about the mess.  Reese is lazy about cleaning up her room.  Especially after having friends over." Morris lifted some clothes with a foot and kicked it over to the corner. "What does it look like? I'm going to guess sort of rectangular, red and white, with a flashing blue light."

	"You found it?!"

	"I might have.  I think I'm sitting on it." He leaned to the side to look again at the tiny corner sticking out under his inner thigh. "About five inch screen I'd guess."

	"Great!" Chelsea reached out for it, but stopped when she saw he was still sitting on it. "Can I have it?"

	"Of course." He didn't move.  When she didn't either, he smirked. "Reach on down there and grab it.  I won't encourage kids to be dependent by doing everything for them."

	The young dog stared at him for several seconds, pursed her lips, then sighed and slid a hand between his legs to grab it.  She brushed against his balls through the trunks with how close they were to the phone but tried not to think too much on it.  He didn't act like he noticed at least and she was glad of that as she had to press against them and his inner thigh to grab the phone firmly enough to pull it free.

	"Yeah... thanks for that." Chelsea turned, but a hand grabbed her wrist and she looked back to find him with a serious expression on his face.

	"I know you're Reese's friend and all already, but I think you could be a better friend." His grip tightened when the girl tugged at her arm. "What my daughter really needs, is a friend with a cunt as big as her own.  You liked her enough to come in and rummage around without saying anything about the mess or complaining about her, or me, so I think you'd be just the right girl for it."

	"Let GO, Mr. Nolan!" She tugged harder against his grip only to stumble backward when he stood up.  His arms wrapped around her when she fell and he carried her out of the room tightly held against his chest.  So tightly she couldn't move her arms.  Kicking him brought a grunt from him and then from her as he pressed her tight between the wall and his chest while he grabbed her legs to fold them into his grip, too. "Please NO!"

	"I have something in the attic I think you'll grow to love." He was halfway up the steps when he sighed and carried her back down. "No, I tell a lie, it's actually in the basement.  I forgot Margaret moved it because it was too hot up there."

	The basement light turned on when the door was opened and it was a spacious enough area despite the old junk lining one wall.  Morris roughly sat her down on an old cushioned recliner and told her to hold onto the arm rests.  Chelsea tried to dart past him, but he was quick enough to grab her tail and haul her back.

	"I don't want to hurt you any more than I have to, Miss Chamberlain, but I can and will if you make me do it.  You're not fast enough to get past me and if I have hit you I'd be really upset."

	The girl stared up at him, rubbing at her tail base, but she didn't try to get up again after he pushed her onto the recliner again.  He tossed two pair of rather cute roll play handcuffs to her, frilly padding covered the hard wide metal and told her to put them on.  They were too silly looking to make her think rape.  Was he really going to try something using... those?

	"Ok..." Chelsea gave in, curiosity overcoming the fear of the situation.

	He watched her with arms at his side ready to grab, but she snapped one cuff from each pair to a wrist and waited.  Morris grabbed them and pulled each to the side of the arm rest where a metal ring had been installed.  There were wear marks already over them so it was clear it wasn't the first time they'd been used.  As silly as they were, though, they were effective enough at holding her arms in place an the armrests.

	"Good.  I'm glad I didn't have to do something we'd both regret." The older otter hurried away and pulled an old wheeled cedar chest behind him.  It could have held both of them easily inside, but when he opened it, it was just full of oddly shaped clear plastic cups. With a hole in the center of each. "These are going to help me get that pussy of yours as big as Reese's.  It's going to take a while, but we have plenty of time."

	"What... what do you mean as big as Reese's? My head isn't even as big as her pussy!"

	Morris didn't answer her.  He unbuttoned her pants and tugged them down to her ankles, but not off.  They were almost as effective at restricting her legs as binding them together.  She didn't try to kick, but he didn't want to take that chance as he pulled her underwear down with them to expose her own small twelve year old vulva.

	"I mean, this..." He gave it a light pat that made her angry, "is going to be sucked into these cups until it grows.  After I get it ready anyway."

	She clenched her teeth when he touched it again after squeezing something from a tube onto his fingers. "Don't touch there!"

	"Sorry, pretty lady.  I have to." Morris massaged the stuff all around her labia and up over her pubic mound and back along her ass crack and buttocks, before squeezing more out and massaging it again. "You need to be nice and coated to form a good seal.  As pretty as your pussy is, I think you'll be prettier when you're bigger.  Reese has such a gorgeous cunt, don't you think?"

	"I haven't seen it bare!" Chelsea tugged at her wrists but hesitated as she thought about it. "Maybe once... I guess."

	Nearly all of the tube was smeared on but he kept massaging it in. The stuff tingled with what she was told was a small amount of capsaicin mixed in along with whatever else was inside it.  He wiped his hands off on her inner thighs, ending with two fingers rubbing over her clitoris.

	As much as she didn't like being touched, the stuff was getting to her and making her pussy flush with unwanted arousal.  It helped that he was a handsome male and that she liked otters.  It didn't make it right, but it helped.  It also helped that he wasn't just stuffing his dick up her.  Curiosity had her wanting to see the cups in use, too, and he didn't make her wait long once he had her greased up.

	Morris pulled out a cup that fit surprisingly well over her groin, sealing over her clit and just in the middle of her perineum.  She had to spread her legs wider to make room for it, which was awkward with her clothes still holding her ankles together.  It was uncomfortable holding them spread like that.

	Chelsea waited as long as she could before sighing. "Can you just take my pants off all the way? I won't kick."

	"Alright... I'm trusting you." The otter set down the pump and tube he'd gotten out and pulled them off.  She looked grateful to be able to move her legs around the spread more comfortably and he picked the pump back up again. "You'll feel a sort of pressure.  It shouldn't hurt."

	It was weird after it was hooked up and the pump turned on.  Chelsea's pussy swelled immediately, then shrank back to normal only to swell again.  The machine sucking the air out wasn't keeping a continuous pressure and simply started and stopped repeatedly.  Each time, though, it let in just a little less than it took out.  At first, the girl couldn't even tell it was doing anything other than making her soft female flesh throb.

	"Is that all?" After all that effort to force her down here, strip her, and such, it seemed like such a let down. "How is that going to do anything?"

	Morris snorted. "It's on the lowest setting, Chelsea, so it is going very slow.  You are already bigger than you started, though.  Much fuller as if you were very horny to fuck me." He adjusted the dial on the pump. "I was going to let it go comfortably, but if you want, I can make it just go fast.  It'll hurt, but it'll work about as well."

	Air hissed loudly out of the cup as the pump revved up.  Inside the cup, Chelsea's labia stopped throbbing and simply expanded rapidly.  The girl tugged at her wrists, yelling 'OW!', and tried to pull the cup off to stop her soft flesh from filling it.  Her pussy flesh swelled painfully, growing paler at first then redder as more blood caught up to it to fill it out.

	The otter moved around her and rubbed over her more or less flat chest and nipples. "You have to admit, it's doing something now."

	"Turn it down, please!" She didn't complain about the hands groping her, they helped keep the feeling she was about to burst down there down.

	"You've almost filled the cup.  I think you'll be alright until it's time to change to the next size up." Morris leaned over the back to kiss her neck. "I do like a nice thick pussy down there.  Reese was a lot of fun to wash when she was really little.  Can you picture that cunt all covered in suds just waiting for me to stuff my hands into to scrub?"

	Tears welled up in the dog's eyes at the ache, but his touch did help and so did the kisses and thoughts of how it would have looked.  The scene did sound pretty.  Picturing the handsome otter doing it made her want to feel it herself.  If only her vulva didn't feel like it was about to tear open.

	Morris kissed several times, then kissed muzzle to muzzle upside down still leaning over her.  She kissed back for another seven seconds before he pulled away and moved back around to the pump.  Chelsea's relief was tinged with disappointment at the loss of his touch when he turned it off.

	"You filled this one, pretty lady." He tapped the acrylic to get her attention to it. "The pressure hasn't let up, just the pump stopped sucking more air out around it.  I'll get the next cup size ready so you don't get too much of a break when I switch.  You wouldn't want to shrink back down, would you?"

	"I guess not..." Chelsea was dazed from too much stimulation.  The tapping had sent very pleasant vibrations through her pussy. "It didn't take very long, did it?"

	"Not at that level of pressure." Morris held two cups out over her, trying to decide which one to use.  Both were bigger, but one was twice as big, the other was only a bit bigger. "I could just go up to the full size one, but I think starting with the smaller sets and filling up each will be easier on you.  They'll be more fun for me to change repeatedly, anyway."

	She smiled vaguely as he smeared more gel around the first and an inch in both directions away from it.  Her legs had to spread wider for it and there wasn't much room left for them to spread.  The new cup had a narrow silicon seal around the edges, but the cup itself was much wider beyond the seal.

	Her captor dug two fingers under the first to pull it up and she laughed at the silly wet sucking noise it made.  She shivered at his fingers brushing over her swollen vulva before grunting when he squeezed it.  Her labia felt so big and fat! They also felt very sensitive both touch and the cool basement air after soaking in their heat during the first pumping.

	Morris slipped the next cup on and the pump revved up again.  The ache came back, somewhat muted compared to before, but he went back to touching her to help ease that again.  She eyed his tight swim trunks, wondering if he was going to pull it out to make her pleasure him.

	After a minute of that pressure around her pussy and his touching her body, Chelsea saw her pussy swell around the narrow seal and expand into the much wider interior of the cup.  Her labia parted in the middle, letting her inner lips have much more room to expand and they did expand.  Both small flaps swelled quickly in the vacuum, growing longer and almost as wide as her outer pair.  Their new swelling didn't hurt as much as she'd expected.  Maybe she'd already hurt so much down there it didn't register any worse.

	Morris went back to fondling her throughout the swelling, but her eyes stayed on her expanding parts.  She felt a little light headed by the time they half filled the nearly ten inch deep ten inch wide cup.  There was just so much of her in there and more was expanding in to fill it with the vacuum pulling her flesh relentlessly.

	Her labia were a pretty deep red with rich blood pulled in with them and they looked really puffy.  All the folds were unfolding and filling out ever further.  They looked like a mouth kissing the plastic when they filled it until the flesh behind them squished them tightly against the cup.  She giggled at the slight gurgle the pump made when some of her fluids were pulled into the tube when she filled the large cup completely.

	Her captor turned it off a second later and gave the cup a few friendly pats before pulling out one that was twice as big. "This is going to make walking very difficult, Chelsea.  Once you're bigger than you are now, well, even with as big as you are now, you're legs are going to be pressing against your vulva with every step unless you walk with your legs spread wide."

	"I... I don't know." The young dog was pretty dazed from it all.  She watched Morris change the cup again and groaned when he squeezed her large pussy lips.  They looked so soft with his fingers sinking into the soft flesh.  She giggled at the sensation and pushed her hips up to follow his fingers when he pulled them away. "No, don't stop playing with them yet.  They like it."

	"Plenty of time for that once you get fully pumped.  You're only about ten inches now, you'll need to be at least twenty five before you are about Reese's size." The otter did pause to rub her clitoris for several seconds, though.  He clearly enjoyed watching her grinding up into his touch.  Her pussy lips spread open from arousal and took another few seconds to spread them wider still to peer inside. "Ok, maybe a little wouldn't hurt."

	"Yay..." Chelsea lay her head back on the recliner and let out a sigh. "I'm dizzy."

	"Maybe some of your blood has rushed somewhere else." Morris chuckled and slid a hand up between her thick nether lips.  After a few trips up and down from clit to butt, he pushed his fist in as deep as he could go.  He went in nearly to his elbow. "You're quite pretty down here.  Deep too.  Soon you'll be able to take most of my arm."

	"I can take more now." She squirmed down a little without looking at him, adding pressure to push him into her actual vaginal channel rather than just her swollen outer parts. "Feels nice."

	Her captor pushed harder and sank in another inch. "A bit more, maybe.  You're getting tighter the deeper I go." Morris opened his hand and managed to widen her vagina enough to get to his elbow before he felt something. "Oh, I found your cervix.  Looks like this is as deep as I go, Chelsea."

	The girl smiled faintly. "Knew I could."

	Morris fisted her for another twenty pumps before pulling out and standing up. "I think we should get started with the next cup, then it's time for you to get something to help wake you back up."

	Putting the next one on took more effort, but he wrapped the seal around the base of her swollen pussy mound and slipped the cup over it.  He had to tie her knees to a chair and a chest on either side of the recliner to keep them spread wide enough for the enormous plastic cup to fit between them.  At twenty plus inches, it was huge extending away from her groin.

	It was longer than it was wide, but it was still impressively wide.  Even dazed, Chelsea was impressed with how big it looked down there.  The dizzy smile faded into a blank look of awe.  She looked up at Morris, but he was too busy to see and was just smiling at the cup as he was working on fitting it in.

	The thing was big enough that he had to hold it in place for several seconds after the pump kicked on before he could be sure it wouldn't fall off.  Chelsea just watched it work and her pussy flesh slowly fill it up.  She didn't even notice her captor leaving the room to go upstairs until he was back down with a big glass off mango juice.

	She looked up at him when the glass touched her lips and she smiled. "It's so big now."

	"Yes, you're getting very big down there.  Drink up.  It'll give you some energy back and help wake you up."

	Morris helped her to drink, until she had most of it down.  The sweet flavor helped her keep chugging it before she pulled away to breath.  They both looked back down to her pussy during the break and watched it swelling steadily.  There was still plenty of room to go before it was full, but she was definitely making progress.

	Chelsea was a bit more lucid by the time she finished drinking it all and was annoyed to find the ache coming back as a faint background sensation.  Thankfully it was easy enough to ignore.  The situation didn't seem so bad anymore and the need to fight back had vanished.  A new feeling inside was nagging for her attention though.

	"Erf... my belly feels weird.  Sort of moving."

	"Moving how?" Morris looked up to her belly, but saw nothing.  The girl was squirming though and when he put a hand on her abdomen he did feel something moving, a lump near her belly button was going down. "I'm not sure what that could be.  Does it hurt?"

	"Uh, not really?" Chelsea had her eyes on her pussy again.  It wasn't swelling anymore.  After filling about three fourths, it was spreading open wider, but it wasn't expanding toward the top.  Something pale pink slowly peaked out from between her inner labia and the moving feeling was mixed with an emptiness in her belly. "What's that?"

	"Looks like a tight pink doughnut." The otter crouched down to watch it extend out from between her enormous labia.  It wasn't perfectly round, but it was pretty close over most of it.  The thing stretched and swelled as it pushed toward the vacuum.  There was more tube like pink flesh behind it. "I'm not sure what that thing is."

	They both watched it extend further out, with Chelsea feeling very empty inside.  She felt a sudden tension build to a pain.  After a long groan of discomfort she struggled violently against her bindings.

	"TURN IT OFF! It's my Cervix and WOMB!"

	Morris stared at the tub of flesh that extended out of her.  He didn't stop the pump for almost five more seconds before it hit him what she said.  The shape was captivating as her uterus first slid out almost all the way and then expanded rapidly to fill the vacuum chamber.

	When he did finally turn it off it was pressed up against the acrylic with her cervix covering the hole.  Chelsea's uterus had swollen to fill it but had started to invert with the suction coming from inside.  Morris didn't know whether to leave the cup on or pull it off.  Seeing her discomfort made him choose to force two fingers under the seal and let air in to slip it free.

	The wet slurping noise as air sucked in was louder than before and Chelsea jerked her head back against the recliner cushion at the pressure release, then slumped forward, panting heavily.  Both she and her captor stared at her over-pumped pussy and her prolapsed uterus without knowing what to do about it for several seconds.  It looked like a wide dark red tube sticking out past the rest of her swollen vulva.

	Morris finally lifted it up. "I... don't know what to do.  It's swollen pretty fat and I don't think it'll fit back up there after swelling in the vacuum.  It doesn't hurt, does it?"

	Chelsea shook her head no, too shocked to speak yet.  There wasn't any real pain to it, just the weird empty void sensation in her abdomen where it used to be.  She could feel each of his fingers on it, though.  The thumb just against her cervix and each of the others further along the outer uterine walls.  Having them there felt strange.

	She felt him squeeze.  She felt him tug.  There was a push to try to stuff it back inside, then another tug to straighten it out when her uterus just creased.  The light headed feeling was coming back, but there was pleasure there, too.

	"Kind of feels nice."

	Still exploring it, Morris was looking less worried.  She wasn't bleeding and didn't seem to be in any pain.  Her pussy was contracting while he played with it so she had to be getting some enjoyment from having it touched.  He was probably not going to get in trouble for it then.  With the worry gone, he let the girl's cervix draw his attention.  It looked very tight.

	"Want to see if it can feel better?" Morris already had a hand tugging his trunks down before he asked.

	After watching the twelve year old's pussy swelling while fondling her, his penis popped out, stiff, hot, and ready.  He'd wanted to fuck her ever since she'd filled the first cup.  Her cervix wasn't quite what he'd expected to put it into, but it was there and the novelty of it was too much to resist.  He didn't even think to put any extra lubricant onto his cock before he pressed the tip right against that tight ring and pushed firmly into it.

	"Erf... Almost too tight!" He didn't stop shoving it in and Chelsea's unseen pained expression at the entry didn't make him stop either.

	Morris pulled his new cock sleeve up for a better angle and pulled it to him while he thrust against it.  His seven or so inch long otter dick sank in full with enough shoving and he just started at it once her cervix was snug against his groin.  The amazement at what he'd done and the exotic pleasure of being in a girl's womb kept him from worrying about any trouble he'd get in later for it.

	Chelsea stared at him opened mouthed, tears welling up in her eyes.  The nearly dry entry had hurt a lot.  He'd used lubricant for everything else, she couldn't understand why hadn't taken the time to just grab her pussy and get some of that grease to slick himself up!

	His cock slipped back out and hurt only a bit less than going in.  Morris was breathing heavily from the excitement of his new toy.  The idea of just pumping her had gone.  There was no real reason not to fuck her like this and maybe just explore that new flesh sleeve.

	A quick harder thrust stuffed his erection right back in, with his hand squeezing behind the cervical ring so he could feel his penis through her flesh.  The extra friction of that squeeze made Chelsea gag in pain, but he didn't notice and simply pulled back out to thrust back in repeatedly so he could keep feeling himself inside.  It was almost a minute of pushing and pulling before he realized how badly it was hurting her.

	Morris didn't stop, couldn't stop, but he could reach up to rub her surprisingly swollen clitoris.  It had grown with the pumping, just like the rest of her outer pussy flesh, but arousal had filled it out into a stiff two inch long two inch wide bulb to massage.  That simple touch made her whole body relax as the new pleasure fought the lingering pain.

	Chelsea grunted and clenched her thighs against her bindings and overly swollen pussy lips. "Keep rubbing there!"

	"You got it, sexy girl." The otter stroked it with his free hand while holding her uterine cock sleeve with the other.  He was fucking it faster and harder, making the pleasure fight to keep up with the pain. "You have no idea how hot this is for me.  Never even considered this before!"

	She didn't answer him.  The strain of the situation was overwhelming her and she couldn't even tell if it felt good or bad anymore.  There was a sort of pleasure and a sort of ache but they were pretty much the same feeling.  The only thing she was certain of was that her pussy throbbed as though it were feeling good.

	Chelsea's breathing was as shallow as Morris's, though she didn't realize it.  She watched him slap her prolapsed womb once in his lustful enthusiasm and winced.  When it didn't actually hurt too much she was even more confused.  He was getting close, judging by his more wild thrusts making her uterus fold sway, and he was getting more rough without even realizing it.

	She didn't wince at the next swat.  There was a faint tingle of pleasure from it.  He let up touching her clit so he could hold it with both hands and jerk it into his thrusts.  The pain didn't really come up with the rough treatment anymore.  Her formerly pale cervix was red from friction, even she could see it, but it didn't hurt like it should have.  Seeing him so happy using it even brought a smile to her face.

	"Can I feel you cum in there, Mr. Nolan?" Chelsea wondered if she was really asking herself.

	"Oh yes, in... just..." Morris pumped faster then squeezed hard with both hands digging their fingers into the soft prolapsed flesh. "moment!"

	She did feel a faint pressure inside.  The subtle pressure was followed by the even more subtle heat of his semen.  It hit the top of her uterine cock sleeve, then dripped down to the bottom.  The young dog shivered at the weird sensation, but was glad to feel it.  She was glad to feel anything with how numb the pain had gone.

	Morris let his cock soften inside her pretty womb and panted as he cooled down.  "It didn't, uh... hurt when I spanked you there, did it? I didn't mean to hurt you."

	"No, sir.  It didn't hurt." It was a lie, but then again, it wasn't.

	"Phew... so good to hear that.  I got a little carried away there, didn't I?" The otter pat it, then tried another firm swat.  Chelsea didn't even flinch, which made him more confident to hit it harder, making it and her swollen vulva around it jiggle from the force. "It does make a rather pleasant splat, doesn't it? If I let you up, would you walk around for me?"

	"If my legs will hold me.  I'm still feeling kind of dizzy."

	The otter unbound her knees and then wrists and helped her off the recliner.  Chelsea's legs wobbled under her at first and she had to be held up for almost a minute before she could take a step.  Some of that was just her trying to get used to having her legs pressing against her pussy, some of it was waiting for her head to clear.

	When she did manage to take a step she stumbled over her own pussy.  Morris caught her and pulled her legs wide apart, telling her she should try walking bow legged like his daughter.  She squatted and tried a step without even noticing her womb touching the floor with the lower position.  Chelsea squealed in discomfort at her cervix dragging along the rough basement carpet throughout the length of her first step.

	Her hands darted down to cup herself, but couldn't reach.  Morris winced at the friction, but grabbed her and made her take another waddling step with his dick stiffening again.  She let out a long whine as he half walked half dragged her around the room, not letting her straighten up to lift her prolapsed womb off the floor.

	Still pushing her on, the older otter kissed her cheek. "Come on, keep going, you look lovely!"

	Chelsea's eyes were wide and brimming with tears, though she couldn't feel the pain of it anymore.  There was an intense heat down there from the rug burn her cervix was receiving, but there was too much stimulation for her body to process the actual pain anymore.  The crossed feelings from before were back and just as confusing to her body's pain and pleasure centers, leaving her hands moving from their attempts to cup protectively to trying to reach her clitoris instead.

	Morris pushed her for seven more steps before backing away and watching her drag it around on her own.  Her legs bumped against her enormous outer labia every step to make them and the rest of her swollen pussy constantly sway and ripple from the base where it joined her groin to her prolapsed womb with  its cervix along the carpet so cruelly.  He loved seeing the look of pleasure and pain on her face while her uterus was abused almost as much as he enjoyed the way her pussy flesh moved and swayed with her.

	His eyes were roaming the basement looking for other ways to abuse it even as he caught her to stop her walking around more after nearly twenty seconds of dragging her tender bits along the rough carpet.  Nothing really caught his eye except an old clothes wringer from his grandmother.  He used to help her run socks through it to squeeze all the excess water out of them.  Her uterus reminded him very much of a sock with how it hung out of her body.

	The otter's mind worked very quickly as he helped her waddle back to the recline to sit her down again. "As fun as it is playing with your uterus like this." His hands roamed over it's very red and friction burned bottom eagerly. "And it really is fun.  I suppose we'll have to get that back into your body soon."

	Chelsea was breathing hard and shallow.  She couldn't catch her breath anymore.  Her heart was racing from arousal and a sort of pleasure.  Her hugely pumped vulva was clenching rhythmically as though she were near orgasm and she may very well have been.  She needed more.  His hands weren't enough but she didn't know what was.  Even the floor hadn't been enough despite how much she'd gotten from dragging her tender prolapsed bits over it's oh so very rough surface.

	The girl's mouth opened as though she were going to say something but she couldn't think of even one word to say that would be of any use.  Morris wasn't listening even if she had.  After he'd pet her a bit he'd left to fetch the wringer.  He was too focused on dragging the rusted wheels of the heavy old device across the floor.  Chelsea didn't know what it was for and in her current state, she didn't think of anything but bending over to squeeze, rub, and pummel her uterus for more.

	Her former captor grunted as he pulled the wringer up to bump against her fat lustful cunt and was glad to see her being so rough with herself.  The manic need to see her in the wringer was getting to him even before he could fumble with the clasp holding the two three inch thick metal rollers together.  They made a fitting creak when he pulled it open and he roughly pushed Chelsea back so he could get at her womb.

	"Now, I can't push that back in you with as big as it is and I can't leave all that cum inside you, either.  I'll have to get shrink your uterus back down and get the stuff out with this old clothes wringer.  I think it'll work... perfectly." Morris grabbed her prolapsed flesh and paused to push his dick roughly through her raw, heavily abraded cervix.

	He needed the choked groan that came from her throat just as much as he needed to feel his special cock sleeve one more time before giving it one last torture.  The otter only thrust in a dozen or so times before pulling out, but that was enough to bring him off after so much excitement.  His hands shook as he lifted it over the wringer and pulled Chelsea by it until as much as it was hanging over the bottom roller as he could.

	He watched her wince when he closed the top roller down and pinched the thick tube of flesh inside the slightly more than paper thin gap between the rollers. "You look so pretty like this..." 

	Chelsea sucked in a desperate deep breath.  The wringer hurt badly.  The wringer felt wonderful.  Even just with that one bit of her womb crushed between it, she knew it was what she needed to finish. 

	Her voice was breathless from strain and desire. "Do it."

	Morris grabbed the wringer crank and turned it quickly.  The girl's flesh resisted at first, but the gears won.  With a moist crunching sound, the rollers turned and her uterus flattened between them.  A bubble of otter cum blew out through her cervix and popped with a dribble of semen following in to the floor below.  The crunching sound of distorted crushed flesh just kept going with Morris turning the handle.

	The young dog's eyes rolled up into her head at the beautiful bursts of agony and bliss that each crunch brought.  Her labia contracted powerfully in time to the torturous wringing and her legs made them move even more so when they clenched together tightly.  Chelsea's whole body was a knot of confused pleasure.  Morris never gave it a glance.

	His eyes were locked on the girl's cock sleeve of a prolapsed womb.  Every turn brought more of it through and made the other end still waiting to flatten bulge bigger and bigger.  Her womb spit out more of his seed before her cervix simply gaped open wide enough for him to push his fist into.  He traced over the once tight muscular ring with his free hand but didn't shove it through.  Seeing it crushed was far more interesting than merely fisting it.

	After the pumping it had been just over twelve inches long and somewhere over half that wide.  Behind the rollers between the wringer and her body, it was still just as wide, but beautifully thinner.  Crushed it was no more thick than her inner labia had been before the pumping.  All its girth had turned into length and her uterus sagged down like a long wide ribbon once properly wrung.  The flattened flesh sagged further and further toward the floor as more was cranked through.

	Morris was sure that all his semen would be worked out judging by how thin it was and that was somehow as hot as knowing how much Chelsea was getting off on it.  Even without looking at her he could hear her hot desperate panting and feel her leg bumping against his own while she squirmed and clenched.  He managed to drag his eyes away from her nearly processed prolapse to see her bucking violently in her seat, clit swollen and crudely pinched between three fingers while the other held the arm rest.  Her own natural fluids drooled out from around her womb, soaking her pussy as well as the cushions.  He just kept turning with just three bulging inches of deep red raw and tortured inner tissue to wring through.

	Chelsea arched her back repeatedly, trying to get the orgasm that always seemed right there but then just out of reach.  The roar of her heartbeat was deafening in her ears and her body wasn't responding right, but she kept working at it.  She couldn't breath anymore.  She couldn't think anymore.  There was just that red hot agony and that blissful deep purple of joy running through her teasing and promising before running off again.

	The girl managed to focus her eyes on the action in time to see her womb almost fully through.  Just her cervix remained and it was grossly distorted from the hard metal rollers pinching it mercilessly.  Her eyes widened at the sight of it seemingly about to burst just as she was.  Then it the taut tissue gave way.

	Her cervix flattened and burst through.  A powerful jolt of pleasure came with it.  Every muscle in her body clenched and she came.  Her urethra bulged with a jet of fluid squirting out.  Her enormous pussy pulsed in time to that squirt and each of the six that came after it.  She jerked her head back and forth with the tingle of joy running all over her from head to toe.

	Morris kept cranking until the last bit of her sensitive prolapsed flesh was cranked out.  He felt the exhilaration with her, even without getting another orgasm himself for it.  The thrill he'd felt doing that to her had been almost as good and left him just as breathless as she was when she came down.

	After staring at the ribbon of tortured womb for several seconds, he grabbed it and simply stuffed it back into her one arm length at a time.  His whole arm from fist to shoulder sank into her heavily pumped pussy five times before he had most of it inside again.  Her actually vagina clenched tightly around him, but her pretty swollen vulva barely managed to squeeze together at all.  He kissed against it just to feel the soft labia squish against his muzzle.

	Chelsea was completely drained and exhausted.  Her body was sore down below, but still buzzed all over with the happy tingle of her orgasm.  She smiled at him stuffing her womb back in and pat his sides with her feet as best she could.  He may have forced her into it, but it had been amazing.

	She eyed her hefty vulva and wondered what Reese would say when she saw her.  It was so hard to walk with it like that but it really was rather pretty.  Her eyes drooped tiredly.  What would her other friends think.  They drooped further until it was hard to see Mr. Nolan pulling the wringer away or putting the vacuum cup back on.  She fell asleep wondering what would his wife would say.
