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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 short black skirt, accented with dark purple, barely concealed her cute training bra and cotton panties adorned with a strawberry pattern. She was naive, a date model, and desperate for the money. Her date, Anon, a 30-year-old perverted voyeur, was older than she expected, but the money silenced her concerns.
Their meeting at a dimly lit bar set the stage for Anon's depraved plan. He subtly slipped laxative pills into her cocktail, dissolving them completely. As Libra sipped her drink, Anon peppered her with questions about school, her appearance, and her cuteness. Slightly embarrassed, but driven by the money, she answered, even detailing her involvement in volleyball and cheerleading.
Then, the gurgling started. Glug-glug-glug. At first, Libra dismissed it as nerves. But soon, a sharp pain pierced her abdomen. Aaaaach! She excused herself to the restroom. The laxatives, working swiftly, unleashed a torrent of liquid diarrhea. Pshhhht! Splish-splash! She was horrified. She couldn't believe how much she was pooping. She thought it was bad food, oblivious to Anon's sinister act. Unbeknownst to her, Anon watched, his perverse desires ignited by her predicament.
Back at the table, Anon, with a knowing smirk, inquired about her tummy troubles and her bowel movements. Libra, mortified, realized he must have seen her in the restroom. The nervousness, combined with the lingering effects of the laxatives, triggered another wave of intense abdominal pain. Gurg-gurg-gurg! Aaaaaach! This time, she didn't make it to the restroom. Liquid and mushy diarrhea exploded in her panties. Plop! Squish! The humiliation was overwhelming.
Anon, meanwhile, continued his voyeuristic pleasure, massaging her cute, sore tummy as she moaned in discomfort. Mmmmph… Ugh… More diarrhea escaped. Pshhhht! Eventually, she discarded her soiled panties, leaving her exposed. Anon, never letting her out of his sight, suggested she sleep at his apartment. Reluctantly, she agreed.
On their walk, Anon secretly filmed her exposed butt and pussy under her skirt. Unaware, Libra continued to suffer. Her tummy gurgled again. Glug-glug-glug! She tried to hold it in, but the pressure was unbearable. Aaaaaach! She dashed into a nearby forest, lifting her skirt and squatting down. Another explosive diarrhea episode ensued. Pshhhht! Splish-splash! Her gut seemed determined to expel everything. Anon, hidden in the shadows, watched, his arousal growing.
Back at his apartment, Anon locked the bathroom door. Libra, desperate, moaned and pressed her tummy, trying to relieve the pressure. Aaaaaach! Mmmmph! Anon, relishing her predicament, complimented her cute tummy ache and sensitive gut. He demanded she undress and poop in a clear bucket for his viewing pleasure. Blackmailed with the upskirt footage, she reluctantly complied. She removed her top and skirt, revealing her bra. Another agonizing wave of diarrhea erupted. Pshhhht! Splish-splash! Glug-glug-glug! Her tummy cramped violently. Exhausted, she cleaned up and fell into a deep, troubled sleep.
Anon, seeing his opportunity, crept closer. He slowly fingered her tight butthole. She stirred slightly but remained asleep. He unzipped his pants, revealing his large penis. He penetrated her anus slowly, then faster, reaching climax deep inside her. He deposited semen into her large intestines. He then inserted suppositories and an enema bulb, injecting more laxatives. He cleaned up, replaced her skirt, and erased all evidence.
The next day, Libra woke up exhausted, with a sore butt and tummy. The effects of the semen, suppositories, and enema were devastating. Her digestive system, already compromised by her IBS, was overwhelmed. Her intestines, reacting to the foreign substances, churned violently. Gurg-gurg-gurg! Aaaaaach! She rushed to the bathroom, expelling explosive diarrhea laced with semen. The sight of the semen in her stool both horrified and strangely aroused her. She questioned Anon, but he denied any wrongdoing, blaming the alcohol. She, still weak and disoriented, accepted his explanation. Her tummy continued to ache, forcing her to poop repeatedly, each time releasing more semen-laced diarrhea. Anon, unseen, watched her every agonizing moment, his perverse satisfaction complete. Her digestive system, already struggling with IBS, was now battling the aftermath of anal penetration, laxatives, and the foreign presence of semen, resulting in a relentless cycle of painful, embarrassing diarrhea.