Epilogue
Janie knelt on the floor before the couch, enjoying the tight hug of the old straitjacket she had salvaged from the trash at work. Mended and washed, it was almost as good as new. Her diaper, worn since the early morning and wrapped in a thick plastic cover, was more than full. The stench of feces hung thick and heavy in the room.
It didn’t bother either of them.
Stella was sitting naked on the couch, her spread legs still trembling from her second orgasm since they had started watching the movie. Like most days at home, the medium-sized butt plug was firmly lodged in her ass.
“Look,” said Janie, trying and failing to close her legs. “It’s never been this big.” She giggled, taking the tiny steps her ankle cuffs allowed. “I walk like a duck.”
“Like a very smelly, sexy duck,” said Stella, clearly amused. “Got it all out?”
“Not quite.” Janie knelt in front of her, parting Stella’s labia with her tongue, tasting her arousal. She paused. Another grunt and she pushed another big load of sticky mush into the diaper. “God, I never thought this felt so good.”
“Well, as long as you keep eating me out like that, you can poop yourself all you like.”
Janie turned her head toward the TV where a young brunette in a latex catsuit was pounding Quinn with a strap-on. Quinn was tied up and almost unrecognizable, her body and face covered in brown filth.
“She told me she did all those things,” said Janie, “but at first I thought she was pulling my leg. It looks real enough. I don’t think they’re faking it.”
“The first time I watched it, I almost lost my dinner.”
“Not anymore.”
“No. I think it’s super hot.” Stella nodded toward the TV. “Do you think we’ll get there? Taking a dildo this size up our butts?”
“If we keep practicing. You did wear the large plug to work, didn’t you?”
Stella laughed. “I waddled quite a bit. When Mario asked, I told him it’s period cramps. He helped me clear my tables all day.”
“Smart.” Janie scooted forward on her knees. “Take that plug out for me? It’s time.”
“Are you sure? That’s a big step.”
When Janie nodded, Stella pushed her butt plug out and caught it in her hand. She set it on a napkin on the coffee table, next to the empty plate of cookies. Janie glanced at the plug, her heart beating faster when she saw the dark brown streaks on its body.
Oh, God, that’s dirty. She gulped, then exhaled. Go big or go home.
After taking a deep breath to steel herself, she licked Stella’s unwiped anus. Eww. Bitter. She kept licking, burying her nose in Stella’s butt crack, then pushed her tongue through the slightly gaping sphincter. She shuddered, but kept pushing and probing.
“How bad is it?” asked Stella, her knees pulled up to her ears. “You can stop any time, you know.”
“It’s okay.” Janie looked up and smiled. “Want a taste? Dirty kiss?”