Laura opened her eyes slowly, allowing them to become accustomed to the bright spring sunshine streaming through the pale gold curtains of the bedroom. The bed, unknown until a few hours before was gently supportive and warm. The room was slightly too hot for her liking and the duvet had been pushed down so that it covered only her legs. She lay there for a few moments gathering her thoughts, taking in all that had happened to her the previous night.
She turned her head to one side to look at Angela snoring gently next to her. The duvet covered only her legs and Laura was for the first time able to take a good look at her. Angela did indeed have slim ankles and calves that formed into dimpled thighs. For her size they were disproportionately thin, but the distribution of weight was clearly made towards her bottom and tummy. Her stomach was large with several heavy rolls of fat that stretched down to touch the bed. She could not see her pubic region as it was buried in the folds and masked by the semi foetal position adopted by Angela. Her breasts were indeed huge. The skin was still tight and stretched and the one nipple she could see was wide with an areola large and pale pink complete with bumps and a few fine hairs.
Laura studied Angela's face in close detail. She looked remarkably young with just a small web of fine lines around her eyes and several deeper vertical creases to mark the passing of the years. Angela's mouth was pretty and sensual with lips slightly thin and matched by a nose straight and in proportion. Laura noted to that her hair was not dyed and carried the tell-tale streaks of a woman passing into the later years of her life.
Laura studied her for a few moments.
She thought to her self how she could not believe that this woman had eaten from her body so willingly. How had Angela known Laura's needs? Laura's mind went back to the events of the night before and how Angela had known how to speak to her in just the way she needed. Her mind drifted to the sensations of how it felt to relieve her self and the intense, almost head-aching sensations that went with knowing what she was doing was her deepest almost profound need, now sated.
Minutes past quickly as she reflecting on previous relationships -- what few there had been and how she had shied away from anyone really touching her bottom. So much finally began to make sense; the reasons for not really getting too involved for fear that if once she started, she would not have been able to stop herself. Moreover none of her partners had felt right to go down that path with. I mean, how can you tell someone that your deepest fantasy is to want to defecate into their mouths and have the same thing done to you? How do you tell someone that "actually, it's not a sex thing, it's a mind thing and a profound 'need thing' ".
She wriggled slightly and her right hand moved down her belly folds to rest in the warm flesh between her legs, her finger tips just touching her pubic hair. She stroked her mons -- an act of self comforting as her mind drifted to her darker needs, she had in effect been consuming her own body waste for over fifteen years now. The first time she had felt sick, both physically and mentally, but over time she had gotten used to the textures and the flavours and her mind had, for the most part found many ways to overcome her complex thoughts of revulsion.
It had always been a 'heat of the moment act' and one that for so many years had been coupled with the need to then hurt her self afterwards by gouging her body deeply in punishment. At times she had felt unbearable shame and the thoughts would not leave her for days. Yet other times in her life she had found her self following someone, imaging kneeling behind them, as in the street they let themselves go completely and utterly in to her mouth. She had imagined people walking past her, indifferent to actions of a woman with lowered jeans straining in to the mouth of another. They would casually pass close by as her mouth became a toilet and she sucked down the waste in mute silence.
In this, one of her favourite fantasies, she would be wearing a white plunging dress with the tiniest of quarter bras, her breasts would be on show and streaked and stained with mess by a mouth not able to contain the volumes offered up to her to consume. Those were the times when she had near run home sopping wet and an intense urge to prise her bottom open and eat every part of its offering.
Sometimes, her lust would completely overcame her and on the quiet parts of the walk home from town, when no one was around her, she would mess her self, squeezing the waste between hard clenched cheeks. Then having arrived home, she would strip to her panties, pull the gusset hard tight and drag it through the waste and panties still on, would lie on the bedroom floor and rip the front of her panties down and attack her clitoris. Sometimes she would position a standing mirror in front of her as then, lying on her back and lifting her legs, she would watch the sticking smeared gusset pull away from her bottom.
Laura closed her eyes tight as she recalled the first time she took off the filth smeared underwear and placed it in to her mouth. It lasted a fleeting moment, the material barely touching her tongue before it was taken out, thrown away in to a corner of the room in disgust and then Laura, in an attempted to wash away her revulsion, ran to the shower to cleanse the filth from her body and her mind whilst bloodying her bottom with deep nail impressions and torn skin.
It was many months before the impulse overruled her internal revulsion, but when Laura did the same again and put the panties in to her mouth she held them there for a time and tunneled her tongue through the material. This time, though the act was more prolonged and waste consumed, her shame was less profound than before. Laura's need to shower and cleanse her self less insistent, but still the nails bit deep into her bottom and the hot water stung away her sense of revulsion.
In her reflective mood something else also occurred to Laura. The fantasies had without exception been with women. Never once had it involved men and they always followed the same kind of path; the women were always older, always full bodied with friendly faces and the acts had always been gentle acts of giving and acceptance. There was never anything about dominance or control or being forced to do anything. No, instead it had always been her willing and the other person initiating.
Even when she was the one purging, the person had asked and she had said yes and even in other person knew what she needed. The one exception to this was the dominance fantasy of the blond woman with long fair. Laura knew who that was all about; it was Eleanor, the girl in school who had bullied her for years. Eleanor had tormented Laura over many things, mostly trivial but always hurtful to the point of leaving the adult Laura with a deep resentment and anger for her.
In her Eleanor fantasy, Laura had turned her into her bottom slave and she was only ever allowed to eat her waste and nothing else. Laura knew it was her mind's 'revenge', and not the same as the other fantasies she had. Over the years her angry thoughts towards Eleanor had diminished to the point where even with her it was one now less of anger and control and more of Eleanor pleading to be fed, Laura denying and then only when she was ready, Laura offering her the sustenance Eleanor begged and craved.
Laura shifted her self in the bed and at the movement Angela opened her eyes.
Angela looked at her for a moment or two then blinked in acknowledgement.
"How long have you been awake?"
Laura shuffled on her side closer to face Angela, her body positioning itself so that their breasts and elbows touched.
"Oh, not long really. I've been lying here thinking about things."
Angela studied her for a moment and then, with a voice slightly uncertain asked,
"Am I going to see you again or is this all too much for you?"
Laura looked at her. The silence between them was palpable. Laura took a mental 'deep breath' and then spoke, choosing her words carefully.
"No, I'm here. I can't quite believe what we did, but I'm here."
She felt her head shaking slight in disbelief at the previous night's activities but with growing confidence she continued.
"I feel a bit awkward really. You have no idea how much I've tormented my self over the years with this thing we did. It's been horrible Angela, really crap."
Angela giggled and her eyes shone.
"Yes it is, very lovely crap. Your very lovely crap Laura and it's utterly wonderful."
"ha ha, very funny, you know what I mean."
"Yes Laura, I know what you mean."
Angela sighed and then she asked.
"Are you going to take the day off? I need to spend some time with you. There is so much..."
Laura interrupted her.
"OK, let me phone work... you just want to eat me again Angela?"
Laura teased, and moved towards Angela to kiss her. Just her second day of kissing another woman but Laura knew that, given the choice she would never kiss another person again. Angela spoke softly.
"Come on then, make the call, I will to and then we can have the day to ourselves."
Angela rose slowly from the bed on to all fours. Her pendulous breasts brushed across Laura's face. Playfully she rubbed them against Laura's cheek and then, for the first time since being a child, Laura opened her mouth and wetted a nipple. Laura felt it harden as she started to gently suck. She tracked her tongue in small circles around the nipple enjoying the sensations of fine bumps and indentations. She pressed her tongue hard against it, bending it and noted to her satisfaction that each firm movement of her tongue was met with an increasing resistance. Then, when she thought the nipple could harden no more and resisted her tongue's presses, firmly she began to suck. Angela let out a small sigh and taking this as a cue for something more, Laura started to gently caress with her teeth and suck the hardened teat more firmly.
Then, shifting her weight slightly away from Laura, Angela pulled her breast away from Laura's mouth leaving a nipple shiny wet and hard. In an authoritative voice she spoke,
"That's enough of that young lady, we've got calls to make and I think we both need showers. I don't know about you, but I'm hungry and I don't smell that great. I can smell you oozing out of my pores"
"You can feel me in you?"
"Of course I can."
Laura could barely believe what Angela said. The thought that she was oozing from Angela's pores was to her an almost obscene eroticism, something beyond debauched and deeply twisted. She savoured the erotic moment and then rolling on her back she spoke with a most slutty voice,
