I， Who Became a Woman， Fell to the Bottom. 196

Chapter 196 – First, Sex_vulgar Eating Behavior, After That… (2)

First, sex_vulgar eating, and after that… (2)

“Huh… Hmm♥”

At best, the feeling of liquid leaking through the cracks is enough to cause a weak orgasm.

It would have been better if there had been a stopper, but then I would have been able to endure it a little longer.

As the desire to excrete becomes increasingly difficult to bear, that embarrassing anal plug with a dog tail makes me feel regretful.

And, even though I know that this request is probably useless, I ask for it knowingly, and I ask for it and end it.

It was opening my mouth without knowing that it was the most fatal mistake of all.

At that time, I just thought that people would enjoy seeing me pleading and requesting things, and even though I knew that, I desperately tried to appeal.

“… To the bathroom, please send me to the bathroom♡. … Can you send it to me? Hmm… Please…”

It is so urgent that even the voice turns white and pleads.

A shameful voice mixed with obscene moans interspersed.

Even though I knew it, I couldn’t stop the erotic sexual intercourse between my horny body.

Too seductive and lascivious to be considered a person seeking mercy.

However, right now, I don’t have enough time to worry about such things.

The protruding abdomen was already clearly showing its limits.

The answer to my pitiful plea must have already been decided.

I couldn’t help but despair because I knew the ending more naturally than anyone else. But even though I know the answer, all I can do is beg.

In the end, the moment when you give up on the ever-growing sense of convenience, surrender to the stimulation of your growling stomach, and feel a premonition of humiliation that will probably be recorded for the rest of your life

Why? The goddess with a very evil smile was giving me a very unexpected rope.

Even though I heard it myself, I couldn’t believe it.

“A makeover? … Hmm. Originally speaking, it shouldn’t have happened, but somehow… “

Anna spoke strangely, as if anxious, and the words that flowed from her lips were unexpected and far from my expectations.

“Umm… If Ha-eun is looking at you anxiously like that, even if it were me, my heart would be shaken.

… Sigh, I can’t help it. Just this once. “I will give in just this once.”

Anna speaks as if she is being generous and as if she is giving away something great.

However, the feeling of her stomachache and her hope that she could avoid the shame that was about to come made it seem like her words were of great benefit.

Because of her unexpected concession, I feel relieved that I can avoid the miserable situation of having to perform a shameful act of defecation in front of so many people.

Whatever it was, it was unbearably shameful to have one’s own excretion reflected in someone else’s eyes.

In terms of common sense and ethical content… Having to show one’s appearance to others leaves one with deep embarrassment and shame.

… Even though he had already been subjected to such a shameful act, or even an even more shameful act, and had committed something similar before, there was still no change in the fact that such an act was extremely embarrassing and shameful.

It’s just a shame.

So much that I can’t help it♡

Only then did I feel relieved that I could go to the bathroom and excrete safely, and my tension eased, and my breathing calmed down.

However, even though she is a goddess, I should never forget that she is a grumpy goddess.

At that time, I had forgotten that she was not kind and kind enough to show mercy to my pleas.

After a while, I was in a situation where I regretted it, wishing I had just held back and acted normally.

“I prepared something special for Ha-eun.

“Here, it’s the bathroom.”

At first I couldn’t even guess what it was.

I’m just puzzled by a situation I don’t understand.

It’s something you don’t normally see, but if you think about it, you might have seen it before.

Truly, at first I had no idea what the object I had glimpsed was for.

And once I realized what the contents were for, I didn’t even want to guess.

If you didn’t know until the end…

A rather small plastic model chair in the shape of a duck.

Is it just a chair? However, that does not mean that it had a unique appearance and was low.

I don’t know what it was for, but the place corresponding to the duck’s head had plastic sticks on both hands sticking out like handles, and the place corresponding to the duck’s back was flat, so it seemed like it was asking the duck to sit there.

The exact center of the place where you were supposed to sit was empty and looked like something could be stored inside.

The chair is quite small for an adult to sit on.

Maybe… If I have to sit, do I have to squat in a very awkward position?

It was a model duck that looked like something a three to four-year-old child would ride and play with as a toy.

At first, I couldn’t understand what this duck toy was for.

When I gradually began to remember that this was an object I had probably seen before,

The brain refused to understand.

Eventually, my eyes focused on the duck’s head, small body, small round cavity, and a strangely small… The moment you understand the overall shape of the chair base, reminiscent of a toilet seat.

I wonder why, I figured out her intention and put an end to it.

Really, my brain refused to understand.

Truly… This is something I really don’t want to understand.

However, the object was actually placed before my eyes as reality.

Even if you turn your eyes, close them, and open them again, you are still in reality.

…

…

If you really, really need to think about the name of this thing, you could call it this.

Duck shaped baby toilet training potty.

In particular, she didn’t lie.

Yes, she didn’t lie.

I… Things are also in the bathroom, yes… Isn’t it true that it can’t be called a bathroom?

I wanted to deny it, but I guess my thoughts were not wrong.

It was a very impressive duck chair with a yellow color reminiscent of a chick.

A duck toilet is often used for practice by children who are too young to use the restroom or inexperienced children who need training.

It’s not a particularly strange item.

It is an excellent teaching material used for children’s education, and can be said to be an excellent invention.

The term “Toilet” Was really not wrong.

At least, if the target is a child around 3 or 4 years old.

It was not a good product for a young woman of a grown-up age to use.

If such an object was to be used, it would have been better to openly display the act of excreting a lump of jelly on the floor.

It’s probably not even worth comparing

One hundred is one hundred.

If you can see the use of these items, it would be a humane mercy to just throw them on the floor.

I imagined it.

The image of me forcing myself to sit on that yellow duck toilet, holding on tightly to both handles of that duck head, which looks particularly highlighted.

… I imagined it.

A side of yourself that you can easily associate with.

It’s so ridiculous… It was shameful as a human being.

My face is hot.

I can’t help but be astounded by Anna’s mischievous behavior, which I had never even thought of.

Nevertheless, even in this situation… As if my feelings were somehow good, the signals of the foreign substance filling my stomach continued to irritate my abdomen.

If it had been just simple pain, would you have been able to endure it?

However, what can you do with patience? Something that doesn’t mean anything…

A light of resignation passes through the eyes.

But really I… I didn’t want to do this.

Ah…

And, before long.

There is no way to do anything about the pain of the buttocks, which is a clever mixture of pleasure and pain, and the pink liquid ends up flowing out intermittently.

Before I even thought about what happened to my mind, my body was already close to its limit.

It’s natural.

A whopping 2.2L of semen for enema was filled with aphrodisiacs into the stomach.

It was strange that I was enduring this now that there was no stopper that would normally have delayed time.

In the meantime, I notice her.

The intent of her words seemed undeniably clear.
Still… I can’t bear to lose my footing.

I can’t do it.

No matter what, it is so, so miserable.

He looked at her anxiously, with his hesitant and desperate gaze, but she was resolute.

“This is the bathroom I specially prepared for Ms. Ha-eun.

… “Is there anything you don’t like?”

She especially emphasizes the word.

An unspecified pressure approaches me heavily.

A mocking mischievousness.

Her intentions seemed clear.

Was it something that came to mind when I asked for it, or was it something that was planned to turn out like this?

Her bright smile was unusually lively.

“Ah! Is it because you don’t know how to use it? If so, let me explain.

It’s really simple. Here, sit right here, like this… Bend her back, then hold this handle with both hands and use the restroom… You can use it like this.”

Without giving him a chance to refuse, he was grabbed by her hand and forced to sit on the duck-shaped toilet.

I was guided, and before I knew it, I had let go of my waist, both legs were on the floor, and both hands were resting on the white handle on my head.

That image was reflected in the mirror.

Her embarrassing self depicted clearly.
Squatting with her naked body on a potty that was smaller than her own buttocks and gripping her handle… That kind of appearance.

Ah.

Ah…

It’s so weird and ridiculous.

I feel nothing but a sense of discomfort.

It has to be that way.

It’s not something for grown adults. There is no reason to look natural.

Below the waist of the dashing female knight who goes to battle for justice and courage, she is riding not a warhorse of excellent pedigree, but a small tricycle that only children ride… Should I say that?

It was out of place, embarrassing, and shameful.

There was no other way to express it.

The sight of her naked, squatting on her duck-shaped potty was so humiliating that I couldn’t even open my eyes…

Still, at least… In order to avoid this situation, which was probably foreseen and even more terrible than this, we must hurry… I really desperately tried to get up from my seat.

As always, it is late.

Even if it is unstable, is it because of the relief of being able to sit on a chair similar to a toilet?

… Without even giving me time to stop.

Light pink, chrysanthemum pattern… A small gap in the Korean language has slowly opened.

It broke open.

Once muscle stiffness is out of control, it cannot be contracted again.

2,200 mL.

It was now impossible to forcibly stop the reflux of the enema medication in the 2.2L intestine.

Predestined misfortune. I can’t do anything… The end of shame ♡

I’m embarrassed… I’m embarrassed… I’m so embarrassed that I’m dying.

The types of pleasure felt through the buttocks hit your brain one by one, giving you a dizzying feeling… In the meantime, I ♡ I… ♡ I couldn’t stop moaning.

A pink liquid that could not be absorbed first spurted out from the butt hole as if in a steep spurt.

Bright… The pleasure of excretion ♡

In that dizzying pleasure, even the last control device was lost, and the gap in the hole widened clearly.

A gap that is revealed. A gaping hole.

The inside of the light pink mucous membrane is visible, and at the same time─ inside… A light blue transparent jelly began to appear.

The pleasure of defecation, the pleasure of regurgitation.

The sense of pleasure delivered by the anus, which can already be said to be an erogenous zone itself, ultimately led me to make an irreversible mistake.

…. ♥

Yes, I climaxed.