0 comments/ 53386 views/ 8 favorites Pooh Ch. 01 By: VirtualScott This one is pretty weird, even for me; if you are squicked by extreme scatology then you should probably just move along to another story. It's the result of one of those sleep-deprivation-induced writing sessions, done mostly in one shot and then edited for modest coherence. Now that this is out of my system, I think I can return to "Instant-On" in a "softer" frame of mind. I dedicate this to AgainstMyWill, whose stories would be perfect if only they had more women in them. :-) Pooh The First Day Alec was not a fan of the outdoors, but he was out hiking early that morning. He hadn't liked summer camp as a kid; the current ordeal, intended for college-age teens, hadn't started out any better. His camp experience had changed completely the previous evening, with a quick kiss and a whispered invitation from a hottie staying at the girls' camp over the ridge. Just the thought of seeing Carly again had him too keyed up to sleep in. The unexpected weight on his shoe pulled him out of his daydreams; Alec looked down and disgustedly realized he'd stepped in some huge pile of shit. Scuffing, and then scraping with a stick, and finally wiping with some leaves got rid of most of it. Alec wiped his fingers vigorously on some more leaves and finally resumed his hike. A few minutes later, he picked up a splinter climbing over a fallen tree. Totally distracted by thoughts of the curvaceous blonde, Alec didn't think twice about sucking his finger to remove the sting. A rumbling in his belly turned him back towards camp soon after, but Alec quickly realized he'd never reach the outhouse in time. Luckily, there was lots of ground cover and no bystanders to be seen. Alec looked around, found a likely spot, and quickly pushed down his camp shorts and underwear. He squatted and strained briefly before a large turd slid from his ass and fell to the ground. Something about the situation left Alec with a raging erection. With thoughts of Carly on his mind, he barely touched himself before exploding onto the forest floor. There was no toilet paper and his movement hadn't been very messy, so Alec settled for just pulling his clothing back into place and strode away. At lunchtime, Alec ate like he was starving. So did many of the boys, thanks to a dearth of electronics and lots of physical exercise. His dinner attracted more attention. "What, are you pregnant?" jeered David, the largest of the camp bullies, after watching Alec fill his tray in line three times and leave it empty. "Just hungry," Alec muttered shortly. He was already thinking about how to slip away to meet Carly. Near dusk, he was working his way along the trail that led to the girls' camp. Alec had met Carly at the mixer held there the previous evening, and it had been lust at first sight -- at least for him. In a sea of strangers, he had no historical baggage to get in the way, and the attractive blonde had been surprisingly receptive to his advances. Alec didn't know what was going to happen, but he was already doing better than he'd expected. He made it to the rear of the bathhouse without being seen, and settled in to wait impatiently. Carly said nobody went there; Alec felt himself growing hard as he thought about how she knew that. His body felt filled with desire. Then she was there. "Hey," Carly whispered, smiling. Alec's erection was a steel bar in his shorts. He stepped closer, and Carly turned her face up slightly, so he took a chance and kissed her. She was entirely willing, and it didn't take long for her to discover the lump in his crotch. Carly's stroking drove him wild, and feeling her pert tits through her shirt wasn't enough. Alec thought he was going to explode. When he felt her start to unfasten his fly, Alec knew his fantasies were going to come true. When Carly squatted in front of him, his mind completely locked up. She wrinkled her nose at the look and smell of the skid marks inside his briefs, but returned her focus to the throbbing organ poking at her face. There was no way she was going to back out now, but she wished Faith had picked out a boy with better personal hygiene. Carly licked at the glistening tip of the erection. It was salty, different from a girl, but not unpleasant. She opened her mouth and enveloped the head of the organ, and then struggled not to gag as Alec thrust unexpectedly forward. After a few more false starts, they reached a mutual accommodation. Faith had told her he'd probably cum right away, but Alec seemed to be holding out longer than expected. Somewhat to her surprise, Carly realized she was getting excited too. Then she realized something else. Talk about poor timing! Carly tried to hold out, but Alec still hadn't climaxed and the pressure inside her was rapidly becoming unbearable. She finally decided she'd have to take a break, no matter how awkward it was, but when she tried to disengage, Alec grabbed her head and held her in place! Struggling in earnest, Carly fought both to control herself and to break free; she couldn't wait much longer. Her bowels tied themselves in knots, and her pleas were rendered incomprehensible by the flesh pistoning in and out of her mouth. Tears of humiliation filled Carly's eyes as her toilet training broke beneath the strain and a coil of warm shit filled her panties. Her blue eyes widened in shock when she unexpectedly experienced the most intense orgasm of her life. Alec sensed something was going on with Carly, but he wasn't sure what. Then the smell reached his nose, and he knew. He blew rope after rope of spunk from his cock, first into her mouth and then onto Carly's face, hair, and shirt. At the same time, a tension he hadn't even noticed disappeared, and his sphincter flexed. It widened, forced apart by the turd that began emerging, and then spread further. More of the thick brown log extended towards the ground with every contraction of his penis, breaking apart under its own weight. Totally repulsed and confused, Carly bolted long before the final pieces of shit came to rest. Alec looked down at his enormous deposit, unable to believe it had fit inside him. He felt emptied out, but his penis quivered as he inhaled the rich, earthy scent of excrement. The Second Day Alec didn't bother to conceal his new-found urges the next morning. His moans attracted the attention of the other boys in the showers, and they watched incredulously as his asshole smoothly expanded around the rapidly emerging log. It fell heavily to the tiles, glistening wetly, while Alec's jerking organ sprayed jism on the wall. He came down from his orgasmic high too late to defend himself from the circle of outraged teens surrounding him. "You like shit?" asked the largest, in a dangerous tone of voice. "You disgusting pervert!" Counselors broke up the scuffle before it got completely out of hand, but not before the pristine log was mushed beneath Alec's struggling body. Several of his oppressors had to repeat their showers too before they could dress and report for discipline. Carly tried not to think about the previous night and concentrated on finishing her fourth stack of pancakes. It wasn't easy; even the hijinks at her "unofficial" graduation party hadn't been as kinky -- or arousing -- as what she'd done with Alec. "You're going to get fat, eating like that," laughed Faith. "Did you get a lot of exercise, or something?" She leered suggestively at her friend. "No," Carly mumbled around a mouthful of syrupy goodness, and glared across the table at the other girl. The two blondes could easily have been sisters, although Faith's plate contained only a few toast crumbs (dry) and some discarded strawberry stems. After swallowing, she added, "You're the one who needs protein shakes." Faith tossed her hair. The sperm on the collar of her friend's shirt has been sufficient proof the dare had been accomplished and made Carly's late night shower entirely unremarkable. "Whatever; I'm Vegan." Both of them knew what she meant. "If you don't finish, we're going to be late for lunch!" Carly reluctantly set down her fork and pushed away the plate. She'd felt so hungry. She couldn't get fat from just one meal, could she? The camp outside was quiet as a half dozen surly boys cleaned dishes in the kitchen. Everybody else was out having fun, while they got punished for something that wasn't even their fault. "Faggot! Baby!" one of them hissed at Alec, seeing the erection in his shorts and moving away. Alec shrugged off the epithet. He hadn't put on underwear after showering, and didn't care how obvious his hard-on was. He had urges that couldn't be denied much longer. "There's nothing like it," he asserted with confidence. He bore down slightly and farted; the tip of something inside kept his sphincter from closing all the way. "Just smell it!" More than one of his companions furtively adjusted themselves. The boy who'd called him a faggot suddenly cursed and leaned against the counter, his eyes closed. The room went quiet enough that Alec could hear the moist sounds of the teen's bowels voiding themselves while the front of the boy's shorts pulsed. Smiling, Alec stopped restraining his body. The orgasmic feeling of shit forcing its way out of his anus triggered his cock to shoot more scum into his shorts, but Alec ignored it and reached down to cradle his offering as it dropped free of his body and out the leg of his shorts. It was heavy, mesmerizing, and wildly arousing. Alec looked up, and his smile turned nasty. All of the others were looking at him, but three of them had rapidly-spreading wet spots on their shorts and looked stunned or confused. Only two had fear in their eyes. "Eat my shit," he told the closest. "You're so tense," Faith whispered. "You aren't going to back out or anything, are you? I'm almost sorry I dared you to blow that boy!" "It's not that," sighed Carly. They were lying on their private shelf above the swimming hole. It was good for jumping into the cool water, but you had to be determined and athletic to reach it; at this point in the day, nobody else had that much ambition. Finished with her friend's back, Faith rolled Carly over and began applying sunscreen to her well-proportioned tits. Both girls were wearing bikinis, but the tops lay discarded beside their shoes. As Faith's hands worked their way down her torso, Carly tried to let herself relax; she felt keyed up, on edge. "I know how you can help me relax," Carly said suggestively, spreading her legs slightly. "So it's like that, is it?" Faith asked. Her body language didn't match her tone, and she wiped her hands on her own breasts before reaching for the ties to Carly's bottom. "Maybe just this once." Carly spread herself wider and wriggled as Faith, with practiced ease, lowered her face to the bare mound thus offered. "My God, Carly, you're soaking wet! What's got you so worked up?" Faith's tongue brushed against Carly's wet pussy in long smooth strokes, cleaning the dew from the soft skin. Without thinking, Carly raised herself slightly, allowing Faith to reach all the way back to her puckered rosebud. The light touch of her friend's tongue made it tingle in a way it never had before, and Carly's eyes flew open. She suddenly felt the fullness within her, beginning to demand release. Carly reached down and pulled Faith up until her friend was straddling her, then hugged her close and kissed her passionately. Their tongues entwined, but Carly's hands were caressing Faith's ass through the thin material of the swimsuit, imaging it overflowing with shit. She jerked with a sudden spike of arousal when Faith first tried to pull away. Carly wrapped a leg around her friend, pushing Faith off balance, and rolled so she was atop the other girl. "Carly, let go of me," Faith complained, not understanding her friend wasn't playing any longer. She ducked her eyes and admitted, "I need to use the bathroom." "I know," panted Carly, moving upwards so she straddled Faith and denied her use of the technique Carly had used a moment earlier. "Let it happen -- it's the best feeling in the world!" Faith began struggling in earnest, but she didn't know how to escape and every wriggle threatened her fraying self-control. "That's sick!" The tip of a turd poked between her cheeks, but Faith summoned a Herculean effort and pulled it back inside herself. It was, paradoxically, her undoing. The sensation of something moving in and out of her back door triggered an orgasm that left Faith shaking. Released of conscious control, her ass opened and expelled a firm brown load into the confines of the tiny bikini. The subsequent, much stronger, climax had her seeing stars. Carly was nearly beside herself watching the tell-tale expressions on her friend's face, but it was the final strangled gasp and scent that got her. She screamed in ecstasy and fell forward as her sphincter stretched painfully wide. The large brown projection arched out between her buns and curled down to rest on Faith's tummy. Breathless from what felt like a single continuous climax, she kept pushing until she felt empty inside, then moved aside and turned so she could see it. Both girls stared with amazement at the soft brown snake the size of Carly's forearm that lay atop Faith's body. "Are you two okay up there?" echoed a voice from the water. "Yes!" the girls chorused in unison. Knowing laughter sounded below them. "This is so fucking sick!" Faith whispered, but her nipples were hard as rocks and her eyes were hazed with desire. "Didn't I tell you you'd like it?" Kenneth Barnes sighed as he entered his office. Theoretically, the pre-college session was supposed to be a quasi-vacation where he could deal with young adults that didn't need much supervision. He looked over the top of the folder at the dirty-looking teenager, clad only in shorts, sitting in the guest chair and kept reading the frankly unbelievable summary of the day's incidents while he walked around the desk to his chair. "Well, Alec, it looks like you have some real issues," he said in a stern tone that usually worked on all but the worst hard cases. The camp director sat down behind the desk, but quickly stood up again. Ken looked down at what looked like a squashed poop on the seat of his chair. "Quiet!" he barked at the snort of suppressed humor from the teen. Scowling, Ken felt the seat of his pants and found them -- and his fingers -- smeared with a brown substance. Alec was smiling at him like it was all some joke, and probably it was. Half the trick to managing kids was convincing them you were in on things, too -- Ken had seen "Caddyshack" in college. With a broad smile of his own, he made a production of popping a finger in his mouth, expecting to taste brownie batter or the like. It wasn't batter, or any other foodstuff. Shocked and borderline nauseated, Ken spat several times to try and clear his mouth, and then sat down hard in his chair, forgetting its unwelcome covering. When he could focus again on his surroundings, he found Alec had shed his shorts. "Tastes good, doesn't it?" the teen asked, pumping his hard cock. He pulled his heels up on the edge of the chair, revealing a filthy crotch. His inflamed rosebud was intermittently visible beneath the sack that rose and fell with every stroke of his hand. "Wait 'til you shit yourself -- it's the bomb!" "Listen, you little bastard..." Ken threatened Alec, only to stop in confusion. His penis was lengthening in his pants, beginning to engorge with blood. He was a confirmed heterosexual, happily married, who'd never looked at another man. He was not getting excited by this little shithead! An itch began, deep inside his bowels. "Let it out, Mr. Barnes," Alec urged. "It'll feel so good! Let me show you." He stopped stroking and lifted his sack, spreading his knees to expose himself even further. The teen let out a small moan as a circle of darkness appeared in the center of his rosebud and started to grow. Alec's cock jerked and fountained seed in a high arc over his head, but Ken's attention never shifted from the firm brown deposit growing between Alec's thighs. It called to him with an urgency that couldn't be ignored, and his body lurched with sudden release. Soft moistness pressed between Ken's cheeks and spread outwards, coating his balls and squeezing up his crack. His cock pumped relentlessly, slave to an orgasm more intense than any he'd experienced -- even the one at the bachelor party he'd never told Donna about. "Oh yeah, that's a good one, I can smell it from here," enthused Alec. "They're better when they're bigger," he confided, rising to his feet and carelessly leaving his poop on the chair. "Now, just a minute," Ken objected. "This is totally inappropriate! Don't you have any self-control?" Even to himself, the objection sounded feeble. Already he was wondering what it would have felt like if he hadn't used the bathroom after lunch. It would have been longer, heavier... The camp director's arousal, only somewhat diminished, began rising again as he felt the seat of his pants, estimating what a bigger load would feel like. A cluster of girls surrounded Carly and Faith, cheering the impromptu eating contest. It ended inconclusively only when the kitchen closed at the end of dinner hour; there was disagreement between the observers about whether the hot dogs Carly had eaten amounted to more or less than the incredible amounts of potato and bean salad consumed by Faith. The contestants were happy to call a draw, knowing food was not the object of their game. "That is so gross," Sierra drawled. "Remember, a stomach ache is no excuse for not showing," she warned them. The older girl was the leader of the unofficial "Sisterhood of Camp Pocahontas" and a stickler for details. Carly had been trying for initiation ever since she'd learned Faith was a member. There was no way she was not going to get initiated that night! Perhaps twenty girls were circled around the campfire in a remote clearing when Faith brought Carly into their midst after midnight. All of them were slim, beautiful, and self-confident, and they were clad in ragged miniskirts and halter tops intended to suggest stereotypical Indian garb. "Who brings this candidate for initiation?" asked Sierra. "I do," responded Faith. "Is she willing to be counted among the Sisterhood of Camp Pocahontas?" "She is," Faith answered. Carly, drooling slightly around her gag, could only nod. "Is she acceptable? Show us." Faith unzipped Carly's skirt and pulled off her top. The blonde's pussy and ass were plugged with knurled lengths of polished wood, matching the one in her mouth, and held in place with leather strings threaded through one end; she wore nothing else but shoes. The other girls filed past, examining her, some touching her lightly. Sierra looked around and saw only approval. "Her form is acceptable. Her garb signifies her rejection of the male sex. Does she reject them in spirit as well as form? Remove the candidate's gag so she may answer for herself." Carly popped her jaw and swallowed several times. "I reject the male sex," she said firmly. Faith had explained this meant she wasn't supposed to let boys order her around or take her for granted, and not that she had to swear them off entirely. "And is this rejection made in ignorance, or with knowledge?" "Knowledge." A little hesitant for the first time, Carly added, "I sucked off a boy and tasted his semen. I took no pleasure from him." Faith had said the last part was strictly for form, and anyway it technically was true. "Who stands witness to this?" "I do," responded Faith. "I didn't see it, but Carly talked to a boy at the dance. She left to meet him last night, and when she returned, she had cum on her collar and in her hair." Several of the onlookers made faint noises of disgust. Pooh Ch. 01 "Are there any who would dispute this candidate's fitness to join our number?" Sierra looked around but found only silence. "Very well. Your name among us shall be 'Screamer'." Carly's face heated as she realized stories about that afternoon already had circulated. "Screamer, your first duty is obedience to your sisters. Kneel." After Carly had obeyed, Sierra continued, "I see you, Screamer. You owe me the kiss of obedience." She lifted her skirt, revealing a clean-shaven mound, and stepped closer to Carly. The blonde leaned forward and ran her tongue up the length of Sierra's labia before planting a kiss on the hood protecting her clitoris. Sierra stepped aside and lowered her skirt; another girl had taken her place. "I see you, Screamer. You owe me the kiss of obedience." Some of the girls were tall, some less so. Many were excited, a few a lot. There were puffy lips, and thin ones. Two were pierced. All were completely bare. By the time she reached the end of the line, Carly was dripping copiously around the dildo and would have voided herself without the plug in her rear. "I see you, Screamer. You owe me the kiss of obedience," intoned Faith. She was as wet as Carly, but the new initiate aimed lower, licking and sucking voraciously at the dark smears and flecks of debris that surrounded her friend's ass. Faith trembled and stepped back, almost too late for her but too soon for Carly's taste. She helped Carly rise to her feet. Sierra was there again. "My name is Dewdrop. I grant you the kiss of sisterhood." The girls embraced and kissed with open mouths before separating. Sierra hesitated, but Carly couldn't see her expression clearly in the darkness, and the next girl was waiting. "My name is Pussywillow. I grant you the kiss of sisterhood." Each kiss made Carly hotter and hotter, but it wasn't feminine lips she wanted, no matter how soft and enticing. Her ass fought to expel its unwanted intruder, and wetness ran down the insides of her legs. "My name is Brook," said Faith, finally. "I grant you the kiss of sisterhood." They embraced tightly, kissing voraciously, and Carly's fingers quested under her new sister's skirt, seeking her most secret opening. Nineteen kisses had carried away most of Faith's special taste, but apparently a hint remained. Faith's buns flexed beneath Carly's touch, and a huge cylinder began emerging from her straining ass, sliding through Carly's fingers as gravity pulled it inexorably downward. Faith spasmed as she screamed her orgasm into Carly's opened mouth. Noises from around them drew Carly's attention. Beside her, Sierra stared at the coil of darkness between her feet, mouth opened in a silent "O" while one hand mauled a breast and the other pressed against the front of her skirt. The insides of her legs gleamed in the flickering illumination of the fire. Everywhere the blonde looked, girls were shitting out their inhibitions and trembling with the arousal of their degradation. Only Bailey, the most junior except for Faith and Carly, seemed in control of herself. As Carly watched, the running girl tripped and fell, too intent on the scene behind her to watch the terrain in front. With a quick grin for Carly, Faith wobbled off in pursuit. The smell around her was so intoxicating Carly felt she was floating, but her insides cramped in frustration. She fumbled with her chastity belt, unfamiliar with its fastenings. One of the girls moved to assist her, but was frozen by a shouted "Wait!" from the returning Faith. She was dragging the listless holdout by an arm, and thrust her roughly to her knees in the clearing before the fire. Faith winked at Carly, and tugged her so she was standing in front of the other girl, but facing away from her. "Bailey -- Honeydripper -- we grant you the kiss of ecstasy!" Somebody released the thongs from Carly's waist. There was a squeak from behind her and she felt Bailey's nose pressed between her buns, but then there was nothing except the ineffable sensation of spreading and a rising weightlessness as what felt like half her body weight found freedom. The scream released by her orgasm left her throat raw; Carly swayed forward and would have fallen if someone hadn't held her upright. She twisted to look at Bailey, whose eyes showed white against the filth smearing her face. Faith had released her, but she showed no inclination to move. "Don't make me do this," Bailey pleaded, but then she began shaking and a look of profound surprise morphed into mindless passion. Several chunks of shit slid from the hem of her skirt to plop on the earth. Carly thought that was it, but Faith surprised her by saying, "Dewdrop, we grant you the kiss of ecstasy." Sierra looked at the two of them, and then at Bailey, who lay on the ground working herself. She studied the monstrous dropping between Carly's feet. Just when Carly thought she'd refuse, Sierra gracefully knelt and nuzzled Carly's rear channel. The blonde strained but she was empty inside. She twitched and moaned raggedly at the sensation of Sierra's tongue probing her. The wand of flesh was nothing compared to what her bowels had just ejected, but the feel of something sliding in and out of her there pushed Carly into a minor orgasm. Sierra's face was dirty, but Faith suddenly knelt and grabbed a fistful of Carly's shit. She smeared it across Sierra's forehead and cheeks until the older girl looked like Bailey. Sierra swayed to her feet, biting her lip, and another small dark offering rolled free to the ground. Faith looked at the others. "Pussywillow, we grant you the kiss of ecstasy." A distant wail that sounded like a screaming woman but probably was just a coyote roused Alec. He surveyed the wreckage of the dining hall with muted satisfaction. After a little extra "seasoning" in the beef stew, dinner had been a sight to behold. The waves of grunting, orgasming boys remained vivid in Alec's memory. For all practical purposes, the entire camp had succumbed in one shot. The few vegetarians hadn't made it out of the room without being introduced to an exciting new food, and those out sick or otherwise absent had received visits from Alec's new friends. Alec walked slowly across the room, luxuriating in the texture of mingled shit and semen squishing between his toes with nearly every step. He felt pleasantly full, but if everybody started eating like he had, the food supplies weren't going to last very long. And, frankly, even eating high on the hog, he could only shit -- and cum -- so often. Especially if he was trying for one of the monster loads that made his cock and mind feel like they were going to explode. Alec didn't want to wait. Upon reaching the kitchen, he found David scraping the bottom of one of the stew pots. The former bully was built like a horse and eating ravenously. The contribution he'd deposited in the pot that afternoon had made even Alec envious. David was hung like a horse, too. "You ever fuck any guys?" Alec asked, suddenly calculating. David set down the spoon he was holding. "Hell no, you faggot," he said, but without any real heat. "I'm only into chicks." "Maybe you should be into me. I bet my ass is as tight as any girl. Can't you imagine pounding into me, packing my shit with your cock? And then pulling out to see your dick coated with it?" "What's in it for me?" David wondered, not dismissing the idea outright. "What if I fuck you?" "I'm no gay-boy!" threatened David. "C'mon," Alec pleaded. "Just think it through. Sliding in and out. It'd be like dumping a load, over and over." David's penis was rising from half-mast, indicating he could imagine it. He walked around the counter to Alec. "If anybody hears about this, I'll fucking kill you with my bare hands, no matter how good this feels. Got it?" "My lips are sealed," Alec promised. "Then take it, bitch!" David rasped. He showed no finesse, but simply pushed himself into Alec's back door. Alec's rosebud had been stretched a lot lately, but there was a world of difference between a soft, malleable turd and a rigid cock. He screamed with pain at the intrusion, but the motion in his colon left him jetting on the counter. David smiled. Alec was no girl, but his ass was pretty tight. The smell was intoxicating, but he was mesmerized by the way the smaller boy's cock squirted onto the counter with every thrust. It was like pumping a super soaker. If it felt that good, David wanted it for himself. "My turn." He had to repeat himself twice before Alec showed any sign of comprehension. The teens switched places and David forced himself to relax. There was no need to worry; Alec's penis glided into him and David's eyes rolled as his cock jerked. Alec didn't try to emulate David's approach. He kept his motion slow and steady, and the continuous action left the larger boy orgasming repeatedly. When David finally slipped from the counter and fell to the floor, Alec wasn't strong enough to hold him in place. "How do we do both at the same time?" David asked, once he was able to sit up. Pooh Ch. 02 The Third Day "I think we're going to run out of Bisquick," Lisa Barnes told her boss. "How is that even possible?" the director of Camp Pocahontas wanted to know. The young woman absently twirled a finger in a lock of her raven hair. "Well, we thought we could stretch it until the next session, but apparently a bunch of the girls have started eating pancakes like they're going out of style." "They aren't binge eating or anything like that?" Lisa sighed. "Not that we can tell, no. I'd be puking if I ate that way, but I don't have a teenage metabolism anymore, either." "Well, go across the ridge and see if you can borrow a few bags from your father, okay? Take some of the dykes with you to carry them." "Dykes?" Lisa struggled to control her expression. "Not exactly politically correct, is it?" "Sisterhood of Pocahontas," the director clarified, forming air quotes with her fingers. "Whatever. They're less likely to get into trouble with the boys." The silence unnerved Lisa. She wasn't that much older than her charges, but it was like they were from a different planet. Normally, if you put a group of high school seniors together, they'd be chattering like magpies. She didn't think she'd heard two words total out of Sierra, Bailey, Faith or Carly the entire hike. They were at the fence line when Lisa realized she hadn't heard anything from Camp John Smith, either. The majority of the boys might be off on a hike or other activity, but there was always something going on. She held up a hand, gesturing for the girls to stop, and listened carefully. Lisa thought she heard a low murmuring, but there was nothing recognizable. One of the blondes, she thought Carly, was scenting the air like a skittish deer. "I think something's wrong," Lisa told the girls, unconsciously whispering. The teens took the warning seriously. They just didn't react the way Lisa expected. Instead of being scared or disbelieving, they looked excited. "This is not some TV movie," Lisa reproved. They advanced cautiously into the deserted camp. The cafeteria reeked in the worst way. Lisa looked cautiously in the open doors, but whirled back at the sound of a noise behind her; surely Faith hadn't had her hand up her skirt? "No flies," observed Sierra, distracting Lisa. Lisa listened carefully for buzzing, but heard none. She did hear the murmuring again, more clearly now. It sounded like it came from the athletic field. A flicker of movement drew Lisa's eyes back to the cafeteria, but she couldn't spot anything when she stared through the doors. Damnit, now she was spooking herself! "C'mon, girls, let's look at the field. Stick together now, okay?" They reached the corner of the administration building and cautiously peered past the split log siding at the field beyond it. One of the girls uttered a breathless sigh; Lisa was shocked into immobility. It looked like every inhabitant of the camp was there on the field, standing close together in a large circle, apparently naked. Their bodies moved slightly, not quite randomly, in a sort of constrained Brownian motion. A chorus of low grunts and moans commingled to produce the sound they'd heard earlier. "I think you girls should go back to the camp," Lisa said, trying to project confidence and steady herself. When she looked around to make sure they'd heard her, Lisa found the girls were already walking onto the field! Knowing in her gut it was a bad, bad idea, she hurried after her wayward charges. Close up, it became apparent the men weren't standing side by side, but rather in a long line that circled back on itself. Like participants in an obscene conga line, each gripped the one ahead of him, shuffling slightly from time to time. The matted grass beneath their feet suggested they'd been at it for hours. A few of the lighter-skinned boys glowed red with sunburn. Not one of them took any notice of the gaping women. A momentary sway by a boy, quickly righted by the teen behind him, revealed all of them were joined like beads on a string, impaled on a hard cock from behind while doing the same thing to the neighbor in front. The gentle movement of the gathering served only to piston cocks in and out of asses. Lisa abruptly lost her breakfast on the lawn. Carly cried out, "Alec!" -- like she was greeting a close friend after an absence -- and darted up the line. The other girls followed more slowly behind, whispering. "Come back, Carly!" Lisa called, wiping her mouth on an arm. She thought seriously about abandoning them, balancing her responsibilities to the girls against an inner voice screaming for self-preservation. The argument ended abruptly when Lisa recognized the back of her father's head near where the girls now stood. She raced to join them. Carly was tugging earnestly on the arm of the young man being sodomized by Ken Barnes. "Alec! It's me! I have so much to tell you!" The boy turned his head and smiled fuzzily at the blonde, but showed no inclination to disengage himself. "A little help here?" Lisa pleaded, trying to interpose her body between the boy and her father. "Dad! Dad! Stop it! It's Lisa -- let me help you!" Other hands joined hers, pulling her father backwards away from the boy while a thinly-clad breast brushed Lisa as somebody started pushing Alec forward. Finally they succeeded in disengaging the two from each other. The sight and smell of her father's erection left Lisa gagging again. It was dripping a stroganoff-colored cream, a well-churned combination of spunk and shit. Even more of it gushed from the boy's ass. Carly screamed and Lisa jumped, fearing the attack she'd dreaded had come. She whirled around, but nothing else was in sight. "Carly?" The blonde was masturbating furiously, revealing she wore nothing beneath her skirt. Trembling violently, she screamed again as she released a turd that shouldn't have been possible for a human to generate. Nearly as thick as her wrist, the bottom of the gigantic brown snake reached the ground before the end cleared her distended orifice. Around them, the other girls also gasped and moaned in ecstasy as they voided their bowels. Something sprayed against Lisa's back, and a hand fell on her shoulder like lead weight, driving Lisa to her knees in the slimy mud. "Taste him, Baby," her father's voice rasped, and he pushed her towards Alec's dripping rosebud. "Yes! The kiss!" Bailey shouted, caressing the log she'd ejected like a lover. All of the girls wore feral expressions, and there was something in Faith's eyes that struck terror in Lisa's heart. Seeing no escape in that direction, Lisa threw herself sideways, rolling into the center of the circle. Her father looked towards her, but Alec stepped backwards and wriggled onto him, distracting Ken and sealing the circle behind her. Lisa loped across the empty space, angling away from the direct line back to Camp Pocahontas, and towards a spot where several of the shorter boys were grouped together. Increasing her speed, she jumped as high as she could, aiming for the slight gap between two of them. Lisa didn't clear them, not by a long shot, but her momentum carried her outward. When the line stopped swaying, she'd tumbled to the ground on the outside. Lisa struck out for the administration building; her father's office contained the only phone in the camp, and the nearest cellular tower was many miles away. The sight of Sierra loping up the stairs ahead of her forced a change of plan. The path up the ridge was inviting, but the girls had to know that as well as she did. The counselor darted in the side door of the cafeteria. It didn't seem likely they'd look for her there, and Lisa had the nagging thought that if there was a clue to what had happened, it would be there. The smell hit her like a wave, but she didn't flinch; she'd already tuned out the filth covering her legs and hands. Something moved along the base of the wall, behind the head table. It could have been a mouse, but... Lisa hadn't seen a single animal all day. She backed slowly away, retreating to the kitchen and raiding the cabinets until she found a Tupperware container and lid. Thus equipped, Lisa returned to the hunt. She moved silently along the wall behind the table, looking carefully but seeing nothing. The scuff of a flip-flop on the porch warned her just in time, and she dropped quickly the floor as two silhouettes appeared in the doorway. The girls walked slowly down the center of the room, but something ahead of her drew Lisa's attention. It was about the size of a small mouse, dark in color, and its movement was -- not quite right. It crept very slowly towards her, staying close against the wall. Lisa twitched, and the thing froze, at Sierra's passionate wail from the kitchen. "Oh God, it does feel good!" the teen moaned. "Aren't we supposed to be looking for Lisa?" Bailey's doubtful voice echoed. "Fuh-huck her," Sierra panted. She grunted, accompanied by a little sigh from the younger girl. "What's she going to do? Send smoke signals? We trashed the phone and hid the keys to the truck. If she tries to go back to Camp Pocahontas, Faith will intercept her. She doesn't have any water. If we find her, we find her." Lisa slowly lifted the upside-down container and waited. "Did you see that?!" Bailey exclaimed. "In the dining room!" Lisa's heart stopped, but then she realized the girls couldn't have seen her from the kitchen. Were there more of these things? Something brushed against her ankle and she barely choked back a scream. The girls had re-entered the room, so she couldn't even move to see what was touching her. "Where?" Sierra asked. The thing in front of Lisa resumed its careful movement. Its companion pressed wetly against the inside of Lisa's ankle, and began moving up her leg. "There!" the girls chorused, pointing in different directions. Lisa chewed on her lip. Her prey was barely out of reach, but the trail of moisture on her leg had already passed her knee. A new touch anointed her other calf. The thing in front of her had six legs, but it didn't look or move like a bug. Its appearance suggested very fine fur, slicked or matted with something. Two beady eyes stared at her; an opening below them irised open and an object she hoped was a tongue extended lazily towards her. The appendage disappeared and the critter took another step. "There's shitloads of them!" cried a shaky Bailey. Lisa shared her lack of enthusiasm; she trembled uncontrollably as she felt the leg of her shorts shift to admit the intruder. Every nerve screamed for her to jump and run, but both girls were standing in the center of the room, scanning it. Holding her breath and praying, Lisa dropped the container over the creature in front of her, neatly trapping it in place. Sierra whirled at the faint sound, even as something pushed tentatively at her panties. The legband started to shift. Crying silently in abject despair, Lisa lost control of her bladder and flooded herself with acrid urine. "Okay, Bailey, now you're creeping me out," complained Sierra. "Let's get back to the fun!" With several large bags of finger food in hand, the two girls finally departed. Lisa sprang to her feet, jumping up and down and shaking her shorts. There was nothing to be seen beyond the puddle on the floor. The critter huddled beneath the container, as far from her as it could get. She grabbed a paper placemat from the table, slid it under the container and the creature, and then lifted it enough to get the lid beneath. A moment later, her captive secured, she was racing to the kitchen. She was unwilling to leave a building full of whatever they were to do who knew what. The layout of the kitchen wasn't much different than that of Camp Pocahontas. It took Lisa only a few minutes to splash several large jugs of cooking oil across several of the tables and much of the floor of the dining room, and hole all of the others that remained in the pantry. The appliances were too old to have automatic ignition, so it was child's play to blow out all the pilots and then turn the gas on full. She walked down the hall to the back door, spraying charcoal lighter behind her as she went. Nobody was in sight, so Lisa sprayed the threshold with lighter fluid, lit it, and then ran like hell. She'd reached the tree line before the building went up in a huge fireball behind her. Lisa worked her way cross-country, avoiding the trail. She saw Faith on the trail near the top of the ridgeline, staring back at the billowing smoke rising from the burning building. Lisa was confident she hadn't been seen; it took a lot longer than a few weeks for a city girl to master the outdoors. A blind woman could see something big was burning on the other side of the ridge, but only if that woman was outside to see it. Right now, everybody would be in eating lunch. Even if Faith ran the rest of the way, Lisa had perhaps 5 or 10 minutes of cushion. She slipped into her cabin and changed hurriedly. Lisa badly wanted a shower, but there wasn't that much time, and at least her clothes were clean and dry now. She pulled on a light windbreaker; it might raise a few eyebrows, but it let her conceal what she was carrying. Lisa knocked perfunctorily on the open door and slid into the office, closing it behind her. "That took longer than I expected," Donna Barnes told her daughter. She capped and set down the tube of lip balm she'd been applying. "The problem was worse than I expected," Lisa retorted, nearly collapsing into a chair. She couldn't bear to think about her father, so she pushed those images aside and concentrated on less hurtful subjects. "I'm pretty sure they've got an outbreak of something infectious over at Camp John Smith. I'm worried some of the girls might have caught it." Lisa had spent the hike back coming up with a story that wasn't completely unbelievable. "Did you speak with your father about it?" Donna asked with concern. "Is there anything we can do to help?" "I'd like to quarantine some of the girls, the ones that might have been exposed," Lisa answered promptly. More reluctantly, she added, "We might need to send them some food." She didn't want to go anywhere near the place, but she couldn't just let them starve. "That's no problem," Donna replied with a cheerful smile. "I already called and put in an extra delivery for us; we should have plenty to share." "That's... great," Lisa prevaricated. She stared at the dark fleck between two of her mother's teeth. "You're such a dutiful daughter, Lisa; have I ever told you that? Come and give your mother a kiss." Donna stood up, revealing a bushy pubic patch, and turned around. Her ass was sagging and showed a bit of cellulite, but it was the shit caked in her crack that snared Lisa's attention. A lanky girl Lisa recognized as one of Sierra's close friends emerged from beneath the desk. She was completely naked, and smeared from head to toe with human waste. Lisa cursed herself for losing sight of the fact that more than just the girls she'd taken with her had been scarfing down pancakes at breakfast. It was likely all of the "Sisters" were infected! "The kiiiiissssssss," the girl sighed, running a hand up Donna's crack and then smearing it on herself. She started around the desk towards Lisa. The counselor came to her feet, but found the exit blocked by another teen, less filthy but equally intent. "I'm sorry," Lisa apologized sincerely, and brought up the .45 ACP she'd been holding under the windbreaker. She placed two rounds into the center of the girl's chest at point-blank range, and whirled to face the other, who continued to advance. Another double-tap midway between the pierced nipples put her on the floor, too, permanently. She couldn't bring herself to point the gun at her mother, but Lisa didn't put it away, either. "Where are the others?" she shouted over the ringing in her ears. "Where?!" The answer sounded like "with Faith," which made no sense. "Faith is up on the ridge!" Lisa shouted. "I saw her myself!" "She came back an hour ago! She's helping fix lunch!" Her mother took a step forward, and then stopped when the gun came down. "Sweetie, I can see you're confused; let me help you!" Lisa didn't hear the entreaty. An hour? It must have been Carly she'd seen on the way back. She might already be too late! The gun wavered, and then Lisa turned and fled. Outside, the scent of smoke was heavy in the air. Lisa gauged the breeze, and realized they might be in danger. Well, more danger. Stifling a sob, she grabbed the phone wire stapled to the side of the building and yanked with all her might; it tore loose. Lisa ran for the dining hall. A glance through a window told Lisa she was too late. A pair of girls carried the camp's largest roasting pan. As they paused, a third teen reached into the pan and withdrew a filthy hand. She faced the redhead who sat in front of her, aroused anticipation visible in every line of her body. A few brief strokes painted dark smears on the redhead's brow, cheeks, and lips. The redhead scrambled to strip off her clothes, and then gathered the load she'd dumped in her powder-blue panties so she could smear it all over the rest of her body. Smiling eagerly, she turned to watch her neighbor submit to the same process. Lisa turned away, sickened. Faith was watching her from the base of the flagpole. "Looking for me?" asked the blonde, wearing a twisted smile that made Lisa nervous. "I've been looking for you." Lisa lined up the gun without thinking. "Don't be too hasty!" Faith warned her. "I think it's going to get pretty warm here soon. I'm your ticket it out of here." The counselor looked up; she couldn't see flames -- yet -- but the extent of the smoke made it clear the fire had jumped to the tree line on the other side of the ridge. She'd been more thorough than she'd planned. "The pickup?" Faith nodded. "Take me with you, and I'll give you the key." "You'd just sell out your friends like that? What about Carly?" Lisa felt a profound revulsion filling her. "That churchmouse?" Faith laughed derisively. "She's probably crispy critters by now. You know what feels better than dropping a bomb from the Hershey highway?" asked the blonde, unexpectedly. "Making other people do it." The teen casually plucked an erect nipple. "You know what it feels like to see the oh-so-mighty-and-proper camp director dump a load in her undies like a two-year-old before she sticks her tongue up my ass? Fucking great!" Lisa felt hatred roiling inside her. "Fuck you, bitch!" she screamed, just before she was tackled from behind by a mob of girls. They stripped Lisa right there in the yard. "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" chanted over a hundred young women. If any of them understood the significance of the flames leaping into the sky just beyond the ridge, they were too enraptured with the drama before them to care. The crowd parted and Faith strode among them. She, too, was naked, but alone of all of the women there, was pristinely clean. "Wouldn't want you to get any of the wrong batch," the blonde smirked as she looked down at Lisa. She looked at the skyline. "I guess we shouldn't prolong this, should we?" Lisa writhed uselessly as the blonde stepped over her and squatted, but filthy hands on each limb restrained her. Faith's leaking gash smeared moisture across the brunette's face, and she found it impossible to avoid. Faith shifted slightly forward, and the clean smell of soap was eclipsed by a heavy musk. "Kiss me! I want to feel your lips on my ass!" The tip of a turd peeked from the circle of her anus, and the trickle of her excitement dripped down Lisa's chin. The captive woman tried to turn her head aside, but strong hands grasped her temples, pinning her in place. Lisa pressed her lips together and held her breath as something soft and warm began pressing against her face. The repeated chants of "Kiss!" began fading from her ears. Pooh Ch. 02 An unexpected fist in her sternum made Lisa gasp, and instantly her mouth was filled. She heaved, trying to push out the intruder with her tongue, but that just filled her mouth with the earthy taste that wasn't as bad as she'd expected. "Nooooo!" echoed weirdly in her ears, and Faith began shaking spastically before falling forward on top of Lisa's body. Her ass stretched and ejected the remainder of her short log onto the brunette's chest. A moment later, the hands gripping Lisa loosened and fell away. Lisa turned her head and spat until her mouth was clear, mostly. She peered over the curve of Faith's buns, trying to understand what had happened. "Faith, what are you doing?" gasped a bedraggled and smoke-blackened Carly. She was cradling an improbably large mound of shit in her arms as if it were a baby, and staring at her friend in bewilderment. "You idiot!" Faith screamed. "You ruined everything!" Her empty ass gaped in Lisa's face. Everywhere around them, women were moaning, groping themselves and straining to expel small bits of poop from already-empty bowels. Nobody seemed to be paying attention to the trio at the center of the tableau -- or the glowing embers drifting from the flaming trees just outside the camp. Lisa heaved, sending Faith tumbling to one side. The brunette rolled to her feet, momentarily torn between the instinct to flee and the desire to make sure the blonde didn't cause any more trouble. Faith glared at her, but then turned almost unwillingly to gaze at Carly. Carly just stood there, tenderly stroking the poo in her arms, and farted a small piece onto the ground. That was enough to get Faith grunting and frigging herself. A pine fifty yards outside the camp suddenly exploded like a bomb, scattering flaming debris. All of the girls jumped, but only Lisa seemed to understand the imminent danger. Hesitation forgotten, she turned and sprinted for safety. There were no sounds of pursuit. Her duffle was still where she'd stashed it; she unzipped it, grabbed keys, and checked the plastic container was still there. Without wasting the time to grab clothing or rezip it, Lisa grabbed the duffle and ran for the camp's sole vehicle, a battered pickup truck. She tossed the bag onto the seat and jammed the key in the ignition. Lisa drove out of camp as fast as the rutted dirt road would allow. She was selfishly thankful to see nobody; at this point, she couldn't have saved more than a few, but the thought of her parents and helpless girls tore at her heart. Even without further delays, it was touch and go until the access road angled far enough from the ridge that Lisa began to feel safe. The first twinge in her belly caught Lisa by surprise. "Shit!" she yelped, and tried to keep her body under control while navigating the hairpin turn in front of her. It was hard -- after a few false starts, the pressure inside her started building inexorably, demanding release. The truck rumbled over a particularly bad section of washboarded roadway, jouncing Lisa up and down on the seat. She found herself panting with every bounce, and realized the vinyl seat beneath her was slick with her moisture. "Oh, damnit, Lisa!" the brunette cursed to herself, "Don't do this!" Against her will, her sphincter was forced slowly open, spread by the shit packed inside her. It felt indescribably, oh so perversely, wonderful, and Lisa's eyelids fluttered involuntarily as she fought against the needs of her body. With a gasp, she tightened her rosebud, squeezing off the end of the poop. It nestled for a moment between her cheeks, and then the truck was navigating another washboarded S-turn. Lisa slowed down a bit, but a sudden bump heaved her off the seat for a fraction of a second. When she landed, she could feel the shit smearing between her skin and the wet seat. Its heavy scent filled the cab; it was exciting, compelling, calling her to reinforce it. Lisa rolled down the window, but it didn't help much. Her sphincter slowly, teasingly, gave ground. It felt like she was cornholed by a secret lover who was forcing her to spread herself in sensuous defilement. The truck had slowed significantly while Lisa tried to use the seat and her weight to block the egress of the log inside her. She blinked away tears, uncertain if they were due to shame, excitement, or both. It was too much to resist. Lisa realized she was bobbing on the seat, letting a little more slide out of her and then forcing it back against her body, some of it sliding backwards up her channel, and some not. She couldn't remember ever being so wet, and her clit was as engorged as her nipples. The young woman bit her lip, and suddenly the taste of Faith was on her tongue again. The brunette gasped as an inch of shit forced its way out of her. The effect was the same as if somebody had applied a vibrator to both her clit and G-spot at the same time; she screamed in ecstasy and control was a thing of the past. Lisa convulsed as her bowel movement extruded along the seat behind her. Her vision greyed out as her body was wracked by the best and most violent orgasm of her life. Lisa and everything else went flying when the truck rammed a tree. The naked coed sat quietly for a minute, struggling to regain control of herself and tasting blood on her lip. When she decided to try restarting the engine, she discovered her bowel movement was lying on the floor against the accelerator. Reluctantly, she opened the door and climbed out on shaky legs. The bench where she'd been sitting was smeared with brown and gleamed with moisture. The brunette walked around the truck, noting the damage looked largely cosmetic, and opened the passenger door. Lisa tugged the duffle upright, and froze as plastic container and lid slid to the floor separately. Suddenly fearful, she backed quickly away before stopping to study carefully the ground around her and the visible areas of the truck cab. Lisa darted forward, grabbed the bag, and dropped it on the ground before retreating again. A watchful pause revealed nothing. Gingerly, Lisa poked carefully through her bag, withdrawing clothing and double-checking to be sure no uninvited guests were hiding in it. An experienced camper, she also had a roll of toilet paper. With occasional pauses to check the truck and ground for the critter, Lisa gratefully cleaned herself, stopping abruptly when she realized she was fingering her anus instead of wiping it. She quickly donned a bikini top and a miniskirt, chosen because they were near the top and offered no hiding places. Lisa zipped the duffle closed and tossed it into the bed of the truck. She picked up the empty container and circled carefully back to the other side of the vehicle. Lisa quietly released her breath when she looked in the open door. The critter was perched on the side of the transmission hump and had its nose buried in the end of her shit. It moved subtly -- was it eating? With the curve of the floor and the nearby pedals, there was no way Lisa was going to be able to trap it like she had before. The thing, whatever it was, didn't seem to be very interested in her. Unfortunately, she couldn't just sit there all day waiting for something to happen. The brunette hesitantly moved closer to the pickup, and then gingerly extended a hand. The critter looked up, and both of them froze for a minute before it lowered its head again. Slowly, she dropped her hand and grasped the log. Lisa dragged it slowly towards her. She was delighted to see the critter follow along. "Come on, little guy, just a little more," she crooned, steadily coaxing the critter closer and closer. Finally, with a burst of adrenaline, she yanked the hand away while the other flashed down with the upended container. "YES!" she triumphantly crowed. Emergency responders headed for the billowing smoke further up the road saw nothing remarkable when they passed the battered truck driven by a scared-looking young woman a few minutes later. The Ninety-First Day Lisa Barnes locked the door of her apartment behind her and slumped against it, feeling emotionally and physically drained. The inquiry into the fire, the deaths of her parents and the other residents of the camps, and frenzied media speculation made every day of the inquest an ordeal for her. Hopefully it would be over and forgotten soon, and she could work on putting it behind her. She looked up, smiling, at the sound of rapid footsteps coming from the bedroom. "Who's a good Pooh Bear? Who's a good baby? Did you miss me?" "Oof! Oof!" responded her eager pet, skidding to a halt and bouncing up and down on short legs. In a world of mutts, Bear (only his license said "Smokey") was uglier than most. His short-haired coat was as uninteresting shade of dark brown, and his body was oddly proportioned, leaving him looking perpetually front-heavy. His small ears were rotated forward, aimed at Lisa, and he barked again. "Oof!" "I know!" laughed Lisa, "I'm hungry, too!" She bent to pat him and stroke his soft pelt, no longer noticing the interesting contours of his long, triangular head. She walked into the bedroom, shedding her suit jacket. The attorney she'd hired said it was best to look neat and conservative, but it just made her feel warm. Lisa continued into the bathroom and hiked up the matching skirt. With rising anticipation, the brunette pulled her panties to the side with one hand and got a firm grip on the sink with the other. The release Lisa felt when she relaxed was as great as ever. Her underwear already had been damp with anticipation, but now her pussy gushed as the thick load inside her pushed outwards, spreading her rosebud wide. She orgasmed immediately and continued shaking, eyes rolling back in her head, as more shit continued to emerge. Lisa finally caught her breath a half minute later when the last of the log fell heavily to the rubber mat in the center of the floor. The result was larger than anything she'd seen at camp, but it wasn't worthy of comment. Bear was already studying her offering with excitement. His mouth opened, forming almost a perfect "O", and he latched onto one end of the enormous brown coil even before Lisa had left the bathroom. She knew the mat would be completely cleaned within just a few minutes. Lisa stripped off the remainder of her clothing. She checked herself with a finger and absentmindedly sucked it as she walked, naked, to the kitchen. It was a little early for dinner, so she fixed herself a snack -- a pint of Haagen-Dazs, an Ensure Plus, and several scoops of whey powder and fiber supplements went into the blender to make a smoothie. Observers credited her weight loss to grief, but truly Lisa felt like she was eating for two and struggling to maintain her weight on a diet that would have impressed a professional athlete. In a few hours, she'd be ready for a large deep dish pizza -- maybe more, if she had to share. With the smoothie half gone and the raw edge of her hunger blunted, Lisa flopped on the bed and turned on the television to see what had happened during the day. When the bed rocked with the addition of Bear's 40-pound mass, she set the empty glass aside and spread her legs a little more. She felt no fear now -- only anticipation. A tickle teased one cheek, and then Lisa screamed into a muffling pillow as Pooh Bear's inquisitive tongue steered its way up her back door. The flexible flesh worked in and out, with each movement sending orgasmic sparks along Lisa's nerves. The waves of pleasurable sensation weren't quite up to what she felt when she voided herself, but she'd learned Bear was indefatigable. The creature known as "Pooh Bear" probed again within the elastic orifice of the being in front of it. It had no knowledge of biology or anatomy, or of the unusual virus that helped define its symbiotic relationship with other higher forms of life. It could not have explained how rewired pleasure centers helped ensure a reliable source of sustenance for a being that technically could not chew food. It did not care that it was astonishingly large for so young a member of its species. The thought that it had found a host capable of bearing its offspring rather than trusting them to fortune brought no sense of pleasure, although the advantages to a creature with no real natural defenses were many. The tongue sensed only that nutrient levels in the partially digested fecal matter were high, and instinct suggested the body mass of the creature was large enough to support young until they became self-sufficient. The generative organs often used as a third pair of legs by immature specimens were swollen with their payloads and grew increasingly distended, drooping away from the body. If others of its kind had been nearby, they would have swarmed, mingling their seed and increasing the diversity of the subsequent generation, but the lack did not concern the creature. The pliant receptivity of the prospective host was all that mattered. Pooh Bear prepared to spawn.