Katie Snail01 - A Change Of Treatment

Title – A Change Of Treatment



Caption –

Dad’s doctor friend had another idea to help with Katie’s period problem, he was going to put a snail inside her, a big one. They spread her slit as wide as possible, presenting the snail to her vaginal entrance, then pushed till it was right inside. When the snail was at full depth, it slowly emerged and forced his fat body to squeeze into her uterus, making Katie groan. There was ample space here for him to stretch out, which he did, much to the girl’s dismay. After two days Katie became distraught, but her Dad insisted that she’d have to keep the snail in place for another three days, till her period ended. Katie woke up crying and trembling, It had just been one of those horrid dreams she’d been having lately during her period cramps, but she was still nervous that it could so easily become a painful reality.

Short Story –



Dad’s doctor friend had another idea to help with poor Katie’s period problem, instead of six fat slugs in her cunny, he was going to put one snail inside her, a big one. This was the Wolf Snail, a large carnivorous snail with a shell over three inches in diameter, found in Florida, and while it usually ate other snails, it happily survives on most meat and debris that it can find. Katie had seen a documentary about them on TV, and didn’t relish the idea of being eaten by one from the inside. The doctor told her not to be silly, because the snail had a small enough body so that it would manage quite well on the lining of her uterus as it came away. After that it may eat a small amount of fresh tissue, but no more than she would loose if she grazed her knee in a fall, which in a few days would heal up completely.

They held her down, and spread her slit as wide as possible, quite painfully, presenting the snail to her vaginal entrance, but the creature wasn’t being co-operative at all, retreating inside his shell.

“Please don’t put that big horrible thing up my cunny,” wailed Katie, “it’ll get stuck in there, and you’ll not be able to get it out again”

The snail emerged again when they moved it away from the girl’s crotch, it would wiggle about, seeking to get it’s foot down on something, then retreat inside once more. The doctor spread some meat paste onto her inner thigh, asked her Dad to stretch her slit even wider, till she thought she would tear in half, then placed a large gob of paste in her vaginal entrance. When the large snail was placed on her thigh, next to the meat paste trail, it quickly found the food, and followed it as the doctor expected, walking right into her spread hole as she shivered from the sensations on her delicate labia.

As the Wolf snail worked itself deeper into Katie’s pussy, the shell filled her wet tunnel, stretching the insides to fit the huge insertion until it became stuck halfway in the entrance. A little more pulling and stretching, accompanied by a few cries of complaint, which were duly ignored, and most of the shell was inside, with just a small amount sticking out between her soft pink petals. Despite this, the doctor pushed the shell all the way into the girl’s tiny pussy, which was a tight fit, but with some additional pressure the soft walls were stretched wide enough to cope with the intrusion.


All the while, the doctor kept telling his patient, “Now keep still while we fit him right into your pussy. This won’t hurt.” Then as a side comment to her Dad, grinning mischievously he added, “Well, not much!”

Katie moaned softly as the large shell was made to squeeze down her vagina, its rough outer surface rubbing against her G-spot, sending tremors through every sexual nerve ending she had.


When the snail was at full depth, it slowly emerged into the warm dampness, and seeing the opening of the youngster’s cervix exited the safety of its shell to crawl further along this cosy burrow. It was now moving out of his protective home, safe where no predators could reach him, and leaving behind an empty shell that was no longer required. Katie was allowed to get up now, and put on her bra and panties, a small concession to the girl’s modesty, but she was more concerned about what was happening inside, than covering up.


It was a tight fit where the ring of muscle closed off the passage, but the snail could sense the cavern beyond, so he forced his fat body to squeeze through the narrow confines, making Katie groan from the discomfort. The slugs had been bad enough, but this snail was much bigger, widening her painfully as a larger section of its body was forced inside her womb.


“Ohhh..” Katie whimpered, twisting about as she pressed her knees together to help cope with the weird feelings of a huge slimy snail squirming round her most private girly places.


There was ample space here for him to stretch out, which he did, much to the girl’s dismay, and he squirmed around on his rough foot, grazing on the discharge lining all the walls of his new home. It was an unusual place, but it was warm and dark, well protected, and there was an ample supply of food, so the snail was more than happy to spend some time here.


Katie, however, was feeling poorly now that she had a large snail wedged into her womb, and it was so big that every time he squirmed round it made her tummy gurgle and rumble. Except it wasn’t her tummy, it was the much more delicate area of her uterus, which normally sat there quietly going about her reproductive cycle, waiting for a wriggly little sperm to come along and make it all worthwhile. Now though, it was being churned and turned, scraped and twisted, by a creature that filled over half the available space, and wouldn’t stay still. Every so often Katie would clench her tummy against the ache of her guest wandering around, but this only squeezed in on him, making him squirm round even more.


After two days Katie was becoming distraught, but her Dad insisted that she’d have to keep the snail in place for another three days, till her period ended, just as the doctor ordered. What Katie overheard later was that the doctor had chosen a snail that had recently mated, so its fertilized eggs had now reached the stage of development where they were ready to be laid. It usually takes two days for this to happen, so any time now the snail will seek out a cooler narrow space to deposit about 30 eggs into, and that night, as she was trying to get to sleep, Katie could feel her visitor moving more than usual.


There was a sharp pain in the right hand side of her tummy, level with her navel, which the girl recognised as the snail trying to move into her fallopian tube. This had been bad enough when the slugs used to do it, but this was a much fatter creature, and stretched her narrow access nearly to tearing point, and she could feel him almost half way down her tube. Suddenly there was a stabbing pain, and the sensation of being expanded like a small balloon, deep inside the channel, which she correctly assumed was an egg being laid. Then another stab, and a third, fourth, fifth, again and again till it stopped at about a dozen, moving back down the length of her fallopian tube.


The snail then squirmed around for several minutes before her left tube burst into agony, stretching in the same excruciating way, and another dozen or so eggs were planted on that side as well. Katie cried as her reproductive system was stretched and packed and bloated, as if it would all split into pieces, with the result that she would never have children. Eventually it settled down, after half an hour, into a dull ache, and as she lay still, gradually the girl fell asleep, worrying about all those eggs hatching in the next two weeks, and her womb being full of little baby snails. Maybe these were the children she would be destined to bear.


Katie woke up crying and trembling, her tummy cramping as the first signs of her approaching period heralded another difficult month. It had just been one of those horrid dreams she’d been having lately, but she was still nervous that it could so easily become a painful reality.


Daddy came into her bedroom and told Katie to hurry herself up and come downstairs, without getting dressed, as his doctor friend had arrived to give her another treatment. Quietly nodding in obedience to the summons, Katie did as she was told, her heart racing as she went to face her fate.






Background –

This is part of the KT Slug series, based on a story Mom told me when I was about 7 years old, about my great grandma suffering from ulcerated legs, and after all other treatments failed the nurses had introduced maggots into the wounds to clean them out. It had worked, but it was such a horrible thought having to put up with something like that. I have had some experience with slugs though, following a school field trip where we had to let them crawl along our hands. A few years later, while out jogging through a wooded area when it had been raining, there were slugs all over the trail, so I picked up a couple of them and dropped them in my panties. It was a weirdly exciting sensation, turning me on quite a lot, and so messy afterwards with snail slime all over my pussy.



This story is fantasy, not based on any real events, and should not be re-enacted in any way.



If you, the reader, do not know the difference between reality and fantasy, then leave now,
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Chair03 - Made To Stop Fidgeting

Made To Stop Fidgeting

In order to improve discipline in the office the manager would reprimand the girls for bad posture, fidgeting, or chatting too much, and they’d be consigned to the punishment chair for the rest of the day. There was never any argument about the discipline that was given to them, they’d been there long enough to realise that it would only increase their suffering.

There were various attachments fitted to the chair, so when Katie had been fidgeting and chatting, she had to sit on an inflatable dildo, and have a ball in her mouth, with her tongue pulled through a hole in the middle. The hole had flaps along its length so that the tongue could not be pulled backwards, since they only gripped the tongue tighter, and often the manager would pull a girl’s tongue even further through the gag till she was almost choking.

The dildo went in her pussy first, opening her vagina painfully, then she had to change position every hour, so next time it went up her poor ass. When she lowered herself onto the seat, there was a bellows built into it that pumped more air into the dildo, making it expand to stretch her even wider than before.

Sometimes she had to sit up straight, and other times she had to put her feet on the desk so that her naked pussy was fully displayed to the other girls as a reminder to behave properly.

If a girl was being disciplined for bad posture, then a long pole, two inches in diameter, was fitted to the chair so that when she lowered her arse onto it, the end reached right up under her ribs. There was no way a girl could sit other than straight up, without putting internal pressure on either her spine, or her ribcage, which was agony.

Today Katie had been wearing a sheer blouse and skirt, no underwear, with hold-up stockings, but she’d had the skirt taken away when she was sent to the punishment chair. This would allow her pussy to be shamefully exposed, dripping girl juice as it was penetrated. Her blouse also had cut-outs to flaunt her puffy nipples, and to enable them to be pumped severely at various times during the day, to make them even more distended.

Part of a girl’s contract was a personal improvement scheme which wasn’t just office skills, but the manager could modify their bodies in any way he saw fit. All the admin staff were carefully recruited to have no outside support, such as family or close friends, that they could turn to for help, or else the family they did have were completely in favour of the indignities they were subjected to on a regular basis.

Most girls were forced onto slimming regimes till their waist was very small, then some of them had bust enhancement, while others had their tiny pussy

stretched and pumped to enormous sizes. There were even some already thin girls that were reduced till their ribs and hip bones stuck out from their bodies like famine victims.

The manager’s most common treatment was to take a girl with very small tits, and enlarge her aureoles till they were bigger than the globe of the tittie itself, somewhat like an hour glass. It was a painful procedure, and the effect looked really strange, much more extreme than a normal puffy nipple, making the girl look out of place wherever anyone could see their body shape. A tight fitting top or blouse emphasised their unusual shape, and the pool changing room was an embarrassing time under the inquisitive stare of the other women or girls. Often there would be cruel comments about the exaggerated shape, but the office girls always put up with this humiliation, as to complain would bring on even greater punishment.

Katie remembered a girl working in the office a couple of years ago, who had objected to the stretching, even though her nipples had already been pierced and ringed by her Daddy, having a half inch wide band fitted behind where her teats flared out. There was a steel post fitted vertically through the band, and another one horizontally, going all the way through the flesh of her tittie as well, then each one had been glued in place with liquid metal adhesive. It was like SuperGlue, only much more permanent, so there was no way those rings were ever going to be removed, and the girl had been pumped till the end of both breasts was enormous.

The usual process though was that the girl’s nipples would next be stretched each day till they were at least an inch long, then pierced and heavy weights hung on them all the time she was at work. Sometimes the weights would be replaced with a spring loaded shaft that pushed the nipples away from each other, keeping them under constant tension. Katie had even seen one of the girls with a long bungee cord from one nipple, passed round her back, then fastened to the other nipple, pulling them under her armpit. Occasionally one of the girls would be chosen for extra stretching, four inches was the longest that Katie had seen. Not only had she been severely pumped for the greater part of each day, but when the suction tubes were removed, the girl’s teats were tightly wrapped in rough twine to keep them elongated.

Fortunately Katie had managed to avoid these extremes so far, her breasts were a little bit larger than most, and her puffies looked nice on them, with only one inch long nipples, although they were extremely sensitive. She had been on the diet to give her the required tiny waist, and was now on regular maintenance to keep it that way, but she was very careful to be obedient, and not draw attention to herself.

 

Background –

This is based on a set of Biele drawings I downloaded from the web a few years ago, the subject’s exaggerated body structure reflecting the style of the first pornography my Mom had seen when she was a teenager. The captions were further inspired by a makeover in the office where I work, and casual discussions about the annoying habits of children.

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Chair02 - Healthy Lifestyle At Work

Healthy Lifestyle At Work

As part of staff care the new office manager set up health improvement schemes at work, such as diet and exercise programs, and it was Katie’s turn on one of the workout chairs.

The seat fitted even more briefly than her regular chair, a single support bar across her bum cheeks, with a large curved dildo sticking through it, that she  had to carefully fit it inside her pussy as she sat down. When she pressed her feet on the footplate the dildo would extend several inches, fully penetrating the warm cavity until she could lift herself off the seat. The declared intent was to strengthen her leg and core muscles, while increasing her heart rate, but she had to lift the full weight of her body once every minute, then hold for a count of ten. 

The sequence was built into the chair, with a timer starting a small electrical current in the dildo at the beginning of each minute, increasing in power each second until her weight was off the support bar. Once she was up in position, the power reduced over the next ten seconds if she was able to remain lifted, but if she dropped back down, any contact with the dildo would fix the current at that level, not letting it drop back to zero. The next cycle would start at this point, and increase from there, but as her body tired she would have to spend periods with the dildo charged all the time, till it reached a very painful top limit before resetting.

Sessions on this chair were for half a day, which rotated every six days or so, when the office was fully staffed, but more often with holidays and sickness.

The office dress code for using the chair changed with the seasons as well, so when Katie arrived today she had to strip completely naked, then she was given her outfit for the session. Undies were now not allowed, ever, and today she wore a tight, clingy red velvet cropped top that moulded to the underside of her breasts, and exposed her nipples and tummy. It was trimmed with white fur because it was Christmas, and she also wore bunny ears on a headband. There was no skirt, but there were long leg warmers, also trimmed with fur, that came up only to above her knee, and the shoes were high heeled platforms, trimmed with fur.

After an hour on her new chair her bare pussy dripped with juice when she climaxed at every power surge through her tender flesh

  

Background –

This is based on a set of Biele drawings I downloaded from the web a few years ago, the subject’s exaggerated body structure reflecting the style of the first pornography my Mom had seen when she was a teenager. The captions were further inspired by a makeover in the office where I work, and casual discussions about health schemes at work that were provided by the company.

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Chair01 - A Change Of Furniture

A Change Of Furniture

When the new office manager got Katie’s desk and chair replaced it

was quite a shock. The seat fitted only half her cheeks, with a large

studded dildo sticking through it, and she had to carefully fit it inside

her bottom as she sat down. When she pressed her feet on the pedals

the dildo would either rotate, or it would extend several inches, then

retract over the next few minutes. This meant every time she moved

she would be butt fucked by her chair, making her cum every few

hours throughout the day.

The office dress code had changed as well, so when Katie arrived, she

had to strip completely naked, then she was given her outfit for the day.

Undies were now not allowed, ever, and today she wore a tight, clingy

blouse that moulded to her breasts, and exposed her tummy. Her skirt

was short, and flouncy when she walked, but sitting down, fell back

to her hips. Self support stockings came up only to mid thigh, and the

shoes were high heeled, platforms that made walking very difficult.

The height and position of her new chair meant that her knees were at

chest height, and had to be parted so she could reach through to her

desk, so now her bare pussy was on display to everyone in the office as

it dripped juice when she climaxed.

 

Background –

This is based on a set of Biele drawings I downloaded from the web a few years ago, the subject’s exaggerated body structure reflecting the style of the first pornography my Mom had seen when she was a teenager. The captions were further inspired by a makeover in the office where I work, and casual discussions about modifying the dress code during the warm summer weather we had at the time.

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