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Libra, a recently turned 18-year-old, petite and skinny with a flat chest, a slightly childish demeanor, and a shy nature, was hired for a date. Her dark grey crop top and black short skirt with a dark purple accent barely concealed her youthful figure. She was naive, a date model, and desperately needed the money. Her date, Anon, a 30-year-old pervert with voyeuristic tendencies, was older than she expected, but the money overshadowed her concerns.
The date began in a dimly lit bar. Anon subtly slipped laxative pills into Libra's cocktail, dissolving them completely. As she sipped, he peppered her with questions about school, her appearance, and her cuteness. Embarrassed but compliant, she recounted her volleyball and cheerleading experiences. Then, glug-glug-glug, her tummy began to gurgle, a low rumble escalating into a sharp rumble-rumble. She initially dismissed it as nerves, but the ache intensified.
Plop! She excused herself to the restroom. The laxatives, targeting her digestive system, had begun their work. A torrent of liquid diarrhea erupted, a splash-splash-splash of watery chaos. She was shocked. She hadn't eaten anything questionable, but she didn't suspect the spiked drink. Unbeknownst to her, Anon was watching, his voyeuristic desires ignited by the sight.
Back at the table, Anon casually inquired about her tummy and bowel movements. Libra, mortified, realized he'd likely witnessed her ordeal. The nervousness, combined with the lingering effects of the laxatives, triggered another wave of intense abdominal pain. Gurgle-gurgle-gurgle, her tummy protested violently. Squish-squish-squish, she tried to make it to the restroom, but failed. Liquid and mushy diarrhea exploded into her panties, staining her dark clothing. The humiliation was overwhelming.
Anon, meanwhile, continued his perverse observation, his eyes fixated on her distress. He even massaged her cute, sore tummy, a gesture that was both unsettling and oddly comforting to Libra in her vulnerable state. Moan, she cried out, another wave of diarrhea escaping her. She discarded her soiled panties, leaving herself exposed, her embarrassment overshadowed by the urgent need to relieve herself.
Anon, ever the voyeur, secretly filmed her exposed buttocks and genitals under her skirt as they walked. He suggested she sleep at his apartment, a proposition she reluctantly accepted. Further down the road, glug-glug, her tummy gurgled again. She tried to hold it in, but the pressure was unbearable. She dashed into a nearby forest, lifting her skirt and squatting down. Splash-splash-splash, another deluge of diarrhea erupted, a desperate expulsion of her body's contents. Anon, unseen, watched, his arousal escalating.
Back at his apartment, Libra rushed to the bathroom. Moan-moan-moan, she pressed her tummy, desperately trying to empty her bowels. Anon, via a hidden camera, recorded her misery. Exhausted, she fell into a deep sleep.
Anon, seeing his opportunity, slowly lifted her skirt. He cautiously fingered her anus. She stirred slightly but remained asleep. He then unzipped his pants, revealing his penis. He penetrated her anus slowly, increasing the speed until he climaxed, depositing semen deep inside her rectum. He then inserted suppositories and used an enema bulb to inject more laxatives into her intestines. He cleaned up meticulously, erasing all evidence.
The next morning, Libra awoke with a sore bottom and a churning stomach. The laxatives, the semen, and the suppositories wreaked havoc on her digestive system. Her intestines, already irritated by the laxatives and the anal penetration, reacted violently to the foreign substances. The digestive process, normally a controlled movement of food through the esophagus, stomach, small intestine, and large intestine, was now a chaotic mess. The semen, a foreign protein, further aggravated her already inflamed bowels. The suppositories and enema added to the irritation, stimulating powerful contractions that propelled the contents of her intestines – diarrhea mixed with semen – out of her body.
Splash-splash-splash, gurgle-gurgle-gurgle, squish-squish-squish, she rushed to the bathroom, expelling copious amounts of explosive diarrhea laced with semen. The discomfort was intense, the humiliation profound. She questioned Anon, suspecting something, but he denied any wrongdoing, attributing her condition to the alcohol. Her tummy continued to ache, forcing her to repeatedly visit the bathroom, each visit a fresh wave of diarrhea and semen-tinged waste. Anon, of course, watched, his perverse desires fully satisfied. Libra's IBS, already a source of discomfort, was now exacerbated to an unbearable degree. Her digestive system, already sensitive, was overwhelmed by the combination of laxatives, anal penetration, and the introduction of semen into her intestines. The result was a relentless cycle of explosive diarrhea, leaving her exhausted, humiliated, and utterly alone in her predicament.
