A main character holding on to the edge of a cliff, his strength waning exponentially every passing second with only a pinkie left on his grip. That was how Melody’s anus felt after a long school day.
Walking was almost as painful as sitting, especially in a hurry. The hallway deserted, she allowed herself to use the unseemly crouched saunter she had perfected over many months. Like a zombie who died because it couldn’t get to a bathroom in time, Melody shambled between the rows of lockers, all senses on alert, a hand up the back of her outrageously short skirt, another holding the liquid content of her tender navel bump steady. She was not heading for the bathroom, though; that was a lie she told the teacher to ditch class before the bell. He did not ask any questions; not even ‘can’t you wait ten minutes?’ She felt that is what he would have told anyone else, but teachers had been given her special treatment lately.
The squeaky, lazy wheel of the janitor’s mop bucket announced his imminent arrival around the corner and Melody slowed her speedwalk to a leisurely stroll, straightened her back, and forced her reluctant hands to her sides. She wiped the wince off her face just as the man looked up for the first time. By how he stared the young girl down until they passed each other, Melody figured she did not make herself look quite normal enough. Her long, copper red hair had curls that perfectly framed her pale face and though it exerted her almost to the point of passing out, she forced a shy smile that made her soft features shine. The janitor had no choice but to smile back at such a beautiful girl and forget all about her suspicious limp.
After making sure no one would catch him peek, the janitor turned around and pretended to scratch gum off a locker, shaking his head as his eyes ran up the schoolgirl’s legs. The skirt left little to the imagination, draping a backside he could almost feel in his clawed hands. ‘Slim thick’, he had heard the boys call the redhead beauty behind her back. It was an apt de***********ion.
I could almost wrap my hands all the way around that tiny waist but that ass… damn. I bet it looks like a giant peach and just as juicy. And you can tell she wants it too. Why else would a girl wear her skirt that short? His mop handle took the brunt of his sexual frustration as the schoolgirl disappeared around the corner. He rolled away dreaming of the day he would catch her walking up the stairs from the floor below.
Melody’s smile came crashing down as soon as the man was behind her. The permanent wince returned while focusing all of her energy on walking straight until she alone again. The nurse’s office was close and conveniently near the boy’s bathroom where she had a date after the bell.
“Melody, you’re so early. I asked you to come after class.” Nurse Fabiana was a pretty woman who wore her auburn hair in a bun. She was young enough to still care about the students on an individual level and had taken a special interest in Melody since the once joyful girl started showing symptoms of severe depression. Or perhaps a dark, carnal secret.
“I didn’t want to miss my bus. Can we do this now?” Melody said softly through the frog in her throat. Clearing it was out of the question. Her anus, tingling with the numbness of exhaustion, would not have passed the cough test.
“Oh sweetie, I would have been happy to drive you home, but, sure, I guess we can do this now. I hope I’m not making you miss anything important. I just thought you might need a little check-up; you seem a bit off these days.”
Melody barely remembered how it all started. Six months ago felt like a decade. It was the morning of the first day of the school year. A boy had dragged her by the arm into the man’s bathroom and she had been too shy and surprised to object or plant her feet, her first of many mistakes. Now it was the smell of home, but back then, the stench of pee and old urinal cakes under flickering fluorescent tubes made her knees weak. Ever the open book, the boy could read the terror in Melody’s big green eyes. She was too preoccupied and uncomfortable for fear anymore, but she remembered almost peeing herself that day.
“Remember me? We were desk neighbors in math last year,” the boy had asked. He was a foot taller than her with the perfectly parted blond hair of a kid whose parents could afford expensive haircuts.
Melody allowed herself to relax as if knowing the boy meant she was not going to get raped after all. “Oh yeah, it’s Alex, right? I only know because of roll call. Sorry I never said hi. Is something wrong? Do you need help with math? Sorry, I’m stupid, we haven’t even had our first lesson yet.”
“Yeah, sure, listen, here’s the deal. Last year, I cheated off of you on every single test.”
“Oh… I… I didn’t even notice.”
“Yeah, I’m really good at it.”
“I promise not to tell anyone. But maybe, please, try not to do it again… too often?”
“What? Oh, I get it. You thought I got you in here to threaten you like…” Alex deepened his voice to sound to mock a tough guy, “If you tell anyone, I’ll fuck you up or something like that. Haha!”
Melody laughed nervously with him.
“No, no, no, you’ve got it backward,” he continued, serious again. “If you don’t let me fuck you up, I’m going to tell on you.”
Melody waited for another funny voice or any hint that a joke was going over her head as jokes often did.
“I don’t give two shit about my grades or this school, but if I come clean to the principal, we both get zeros. And you have to do the year over. That’s if you don’t get expelled, which is school policy.”
“No… they wouldn’t do that… I’m a good student,” Melody pleaded to no one that cared.
“Are you? ‘Cause if I tell them to compare every test, every quiz, they’ll see we have the exact same answers. They’ll know it takes two to cheat.”
Melody was stunned into silence by such a casual display of blackmail. Grades meant so much more to her than him, that was evident, and the possibility of expulsion… The marine biology program only took in elite students. Her entire future was in the balance.
“I’ll do it,” she resigned herself to say. “I’ll help you pass math again. I’ll make it extra easy to cheat off of me.”
“It’s like you live on another planet, Melody,” Alex said making the trembling girl feel even smaller. “Didn’t I already tell you I don’t care about my grades?”
When she dared a glance at him, Melody finally saw the evil behind Alex’s friendly smile. It was at its biggest when he announced more plainly the reason she was here: “I’m sorry, we got off on the wrong foot. All I’m saying is that I need you to come here, in this bathroom, before and after every class and let me fuck that bubbly ass of yours five times a day for the entire year.” He shrugged his shoulders as if he simply asked to borrow her pen.
Demure, easily shaken, prone to panic attacks, Melody’s flaws created the perfect storm of submission and she did not put up a fight as her cheek squished against the cold tiles of the bathroom wall in a hidden empty section behind the handicap stall. She did not have to be told to be quiet; she could not get herself to do more than little, soft squeals as hands reached under her skirt to roughly pull down the underwear to her ankles. Then something wet, warm and hard, stabbed at her ass until a helping hand angled it to the virgin butthole between her full cheeks.
Melody flinched at every blow of the cock to her anus. Once he was firmly anchored in her ass, Alex’s hands were free to explore her body more thoroughly than she ever did herself and handle her breasts like the udders of a cow. Her only protest was a vigorous rectum clench, but she was forced to give that up too when she realized it only made it hurt worse. The defilement lasted until the bell rang, around 30 minutes in real time but 30 hours to Melody’s firing neurons. Her math neighbor from last year let loose a warm semen enema that washed over her colon like the tears on her cheeks.
Her most vivid memory was of Alex flushing her panties down the toilet and leaving her kneeling on the floor with cum running down her thighs. How naive she was, thinking that was the most painful thing a butthole could endure. What she wouldn’t give in the present moment to feel rivulets of cum down her inner thighs instead of enduring the pressure of months of rectal creampies behind a size-10 shoe. She looked back with fondness at the days when she simply had to put up with Alex’s manhood up her bum for a couple of combined hours each day.
“It’s freezing outside,” the nurse said, yanking Melody back into this horrible reality where her loose rim was moments away from losing its grip on the irregular plug.
“Sorry?”
“I said your skirt is really short. It’s still winter, you know.”
“I’m not cold,” Melody lied. She suddenly became very aware of the sticky shoelace that escaped her distorted anus during her daydream. Nurse Fabiana was sitting down on a stool at her desk so her eyes were low and Melody didn’t know how if she would buy the story of accidentally falling on a vertically-balanced man’s running shoe while getting dressed after gym class. And if the nurse insisted on taking it out, as she assumed most nurses would, she would never make it to her date, even if it was next door, without leaving a trail of old cum like a slug from an anus that couldn’t properly close anymore, perhaps ever again.
“Melody?”
The schoolgirl snapped to attention again. She squeezed her thighs around the dangling cum-laced cord.
“Are you OK?”
“Oh, yes.”
“I asked how things are at home? Is there something that’s happened that you would like to talk about?”
“No, I’m fine, ” Melody lied again, forcing her second smile of the day. She kept it on her mouth as long as she could, knowing she would not have the mental strength to fake another one.
“Do you mind if I take your vitals? You look a little pale…”
“My mom says that’s just my complexion. And my hair makes it looks worse than it is. I should really get going…” Though it was true that she never had much melanin to spare, Melody was paler than usual due to her diet. She had not dared eat anything in months; her nutrition came from slowly digesting seminal fluid. She could also blame her cum-diet for her constant weariness but never sleeping at night was probably the main reason for that ailment.
“This will only take a second,” the nurse interrupted, her stethoscope already to the schoolgirl’s chest. Melody’s large breasts heaved to the rhythm of her panicked breaths. She did not know what the nurse knew about her current condition but she would surely get suspicious if the pounding of her heart made the earbuds of her stethoscope explode.
The nurse frowned but spent no more than a few seconds on Melody’s sternum before lowering it to her cum bump. The redhead got so nervous she could feel the shoe slowly escaping the grip of her worn-out ass.
The school bell rang. The sound once associated with painful anal penetration nowadays meant sweet relief, if only temporarily. But first, she had to get out of whatever this was. The nurse was spending so long studying the sounds of her bulge. Could she hear the warm, pressurized goo bubbling inside? The quadrillions of sperm cells swimming in her colon? Melody focused on her belly so hard she could feel it surge with brimming life. But it was not the kind of life Nurse Fabiana was looking for.
“Alright, sorry to have bothered you, Melody. Just come back and see me if you get any tummy pains, OK?”
Relieved but hesitant, Melody backed out of the office slowly, keeping her thighs together and repeating thanks to distract from the fact that she was not turning around. She sighed when the door closed but could not afford to relax just yet.
The corridors were quickly emptying. The last few students were slamming their lockers with a backpack on one shoulder. Not all the boys were heading for the exit though, she saw three of them turning to the bathroom. Her bathroom. Two she knew very well. The other, she was pretty sure had never participated before. God, don’t let there be too many more of them today.
There were many more of them today. Fourteen in total. Melody walked to her hidden corner looking straight ahead, trying her best not to see any of the grinning faces in the line. Alex sometimes brought a friend along for their dates even before he had turned their relationship into a game of hold-my-cum. But friends told friends, and the threesomes turned into anal sex parties. Eventually, despite constant training, she did not have the sphincter strength to hold back the basin of cum growing the ass she was told not to empty.
Alex solved her problem with a golf ball, then a tennis ball when that wasn’t enough. More recently, she had spent her days with a calculator as a makeshift dam. Had she managed to keep the Casio sideways, maybe Alex would not have had to ultimately use a shoe, which was infinitely more uncomfortable. Every upgrade brought new aches and pains but allowed her anal sphincter to take a short vacation until the distention ruined it to a new level.
Alex, as always, was at the head of the long line that now stretched to the swinging door. He was first to uncork her ass and went for sloppy seconds at the end before plugging it back up.
“When I saw you ditch class early, I thought you were coming straight here to not make us wait. If you’re ever late again, I’ll pull out your plug in the middle of the cafeteria,” he said, cock in hand.
“No please, it won’t happen again!” Melody’s priorities had shifted; being expelled would have been a mercy. The only thing left to care about was her reputation as a good student and a good girl. Though rumors of her promiscuity were spreading (the growing line of boys waiting to fuck her ass was proof), she still held on to the hope that her family and peers would never learn what she allowed men to do to her body. “Fabiana wanted to see me. I shouldn’t have gone. I won’t go again even if she asks.”
“The hot nurse? Come on, up the wall. What did she want?” The thought of Melody telling the nurse anything about their little game didn’t even cross Alex’s mind. He was confident that in Melody’s broken mind, she blamed herself more than him. And he was right.
“I don’t know. She just wanted to listen to my heart and my belly,” Melody stuttered while bending back in a reverse crab stance with her hands on the sticky floor and her face was against the dirty wall. She used to be able to lift her own legs in a handstand from this position, invoking old gymnastics talents, but with a belly that full, Alex had to help her up.
“Thank you,” she said innocently once upside down against the wall. Her brilliant curls formed a Yin Yang with old cum stains on the floor.
Her back was now facing the line of boys and she no longer had to worry about eye contact. The low ‘Melody’s A Whore’ graffiti would be all she could see for a while. Melody no longer wore panties so her soft, round tush was bare and at perfect fuckable height. Her arms were straining from the effort already, yet she sported a genuine smile of relief. Blood was rushing to her head but so was the cum rushing down her bowels, freeing the pressure from her ass. After so many hours, she could finally let the shoe go. Leather and rubber ground against her tender rim until it fell two feet in a wet splat.
“God, that gross thing almost touched my foot,” Alex said, delivering a punishing slap to the girl’s upside-down ass. “Wait a fucking minute next time. Don’t be a selfish bitch.”
“I’m sorry,” Melody replied. The baby sauce inside her was still using her intestine as a water slide.
As he began to penetrate the red, ruined anus, Alex had an epiphany: “She thought you were pregnant! The nurse. Because of all your cum. That’s fucking hilarious. Tighten your ass more.”
“Sorry.”
“Yo, guys, we should roll with this, get her to look nine-month pregnant by prom night and vote her prom queen.”
“I dunno, Alex,” the guy next in line told the ejaculating leader while unzipping his own pants. “Can’t we just fuck her ass without any of that weird stuff?”
Alex dug his nails into Melody’s butt flesh so deep it made the girl whimper and she hardly ever made any noise anymore. He made sure his last spurt fell into the rectal abyss before gathering himself and explaining condescendingly: “Todd, I told you that a ruined asshole is better than a tight asshole and you didn’t believe me. And what did you say recently?”
Todd sighed. “That it feels amazing.”
“Like?”
“…like the wet mouth of a hungry fish.”
“Yeah, and you should trust me on this too. If all you do is fuck her ass, a minute later you’re done. And that’s that. But when you’re having sex with a real girl, you can use the mental image of this busted sexdoll twisting in her bed, unable to sleep because she’s about to explode from all your nut juice in her slappable ass.” Alex demonstrated with another hard slap.
Melody thought that was pretty spot on. She did agonize every night, too afraid to sleep and lose control of her cum-filled bowels.
“Even at school, I get hard watching her pretend to walk normal,” Alex continued. “You should see her in class, she’s squirming on her seat non-stop.”
“OK, OK, just stop talking or I can’t go,” Todd said.
Melody felt Alex’s load flow down her digestive system to join the countless others at the bottom of the water slide while this Todd guy was giving her a butt massage and plowing her hole, imagining he was somewhere else. A cock ramming her ass after it had been tenderized all day by a shoe was a stinging pain Melody had learned to endure.
All fourteen boys came and went. On tired, shaking arms, Melody dreaded having to right herself and feel the added pressure of the new loads to the old ones. It was just Alex and her now. “Fuuuck yeah,” he whispered to her ankles as the sixty-eighth load of the day puddled in her transverse colon. Alex picked up the slimy shoe between pinched fingers from between his feet. It was now covered in a layer of fresh dirt over the accumulated grime. As he was shoving it back into Melody’s gaping ass, the handstand girl dared to speak without being spoken to.
“I can’t do it. I won’t last the night. I won’t be able to hold on to it. There’s too much.” Melody’s face was almost as red as her hair and tears ran down her forehead to wet the clean part of her cascading curls. It took a lot out of her to admit failure.
Alex sighed. His cum-bucket was always complaining about the grip of her useless asshole. “You’re pathetic. You know it’s your fault your ass is so fucked, right?”
“I know… I’m sorry.”
“I’m going to fix it one last time, but after that you are responsible for plugging yourself until prom. I’m not digging through garbage again to find a bigger shoe or a boot.”
“OK… thank you.”
With a grimace of disgust, Alex took a stronger grip on the old running shoe and plunged it deeper inside the flaring, wrinkled anus until everything including his hand disappeared between the buttcheeks. Then, like he was activating an ancient Mayan puzzle, he slowly twisted the shoe counter-clockwise so that its whole length deformed Melody’s rectum horizontally. He ignored the girl’s suffering moans as her ass adjusted to a stretching way beyond its known limit.
When he let go and rushed to the sink to wash his hand, Melody collapsed on her neck groaning with clenched fists as her rectum tried its best to adjust to its new shape. Alex shook his hands dry over her crumpled body and gave her face a few friendly wake-up nudges with his foot. “How is it now? You got this?”
Melody’s ass was flaring in pain and the cum was rushing down her bowels like an avalanche but the shoe held with much less effort than she was used to expending. For the first time in weeks, she could almost relax.
“I think so. Thank you.”
“You better shape up. We need to get your belly ten times bigger in just three months.”
“I’ll do my best.”
“Yeah…” Alex walked away without saying good night but he has some final words of wisdom to impart before crossing the threshold. “Oh, and roll up your skirt another inch from now on.”
“OK…”
Melody slowly got back on her feet and dusted herself off. The pain was manageable and the sideways shoe held. However, her first test step made her shoulders lift and her fingers curl. The horizontal rubber sole was grinding against her organs. Still… it was worth it. Maybe she could even try sleeping tonight.
With every additional step, the blinding pain weakened to a mere agony until after pacing the row of urinals back and forth a few times, she was able to pretend to be normal through gritted teeth.
“Oops, I almost forgot,” Melody said after her first step outside the bathroom into the hallway empty of students once more. She rolled her knife-pleated skirt against her waist an extra inch as instructed and took mental note of where the hemline lay on her thigh for future reference. It was alarmingly high. Perfectly patted down, the edge barely screened her bare vulva in its entirety at eye level. Her fingers followed the hem around her back and, as she feared, the underbun of her round ass would be playing peekaboo with anyone following her from more than a few feet away. Thankfully, the sideways shoes had buried itself a little deeper in her warped rectum after her practice walk. If she kept her buttcheeks clenched in public, the shameful plug should remain a secret between her and an evidently growing number of horny boys.
The janitor had stumbled upon the skirt-hiking scene. From the shadows, he promised his boner the feel of the juicy booty meat of this obvious cock-hungry slut before the end of the year.