This choice: Jump to Emily’s return back home. | Go Back Chapter 21: Return of the girls. (ID #421750) an addition by: throku ![View throku's Portfolio. [Offline / Private]](http://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/costumicons/ps-icon-regular-10.gif) More by this author Over time you get bored looking through the window and cold as well, so you find yourself a blanket and sit down it the couch to watch some TV.
Hence you are half a sleep by the time Emily returns home at least a couple of hours later, bursting in through the door and slamming it shut, scaring you half to death in the process.
She comes into the living room glowing, rubbing her bloated gut.
“I have a present for you.” She giggles.
You give her a confused look. “Present? What?”
“I can’t say much good about your female friend, but I brought her over anyway, you said you lost her at Fernando’s.” She chuckles.
Fearing that she’s going to turn you over anyway you get on your feet wrapping the blanket tightly around you ready to run again.
Seeing your expression Emily laughs out loud, “No love, I carried her home.” She says patting her bloated gut.
“Oh, that was nice of you.” You sigh relieved. “She said she wanted to become pregnant with me, but it seems she knocked you up instead. When is she due?”
“Right now in fact. Don’t mind this.” She said patting the dome of her belly. “She was so foul I had to wash away the taste with something sweeter.” She giggled before adding. “Would you get one of my garden buckets and come join me in the bathroom?”
You toss the blanket onto the couch and go out the backdoor and fetch one of the buckets, it is fertilizer production time no doubt. With an empty bucket you return inside and find Emily already in the shower with hot water pouring down over her.
“Leave the bucket there and get in here already.” She ushers and pulls you into her warm embrace as you get within her reach.
With a smug look on her face she presses a bar of soap into your hands. “Would you be so kind?”
You’re not about to argue and take your time washing every interesting inch of her, starting with her belly, much because it is closest and you’re intrigued by how it sounds and shifts. It glorps and gurgles under your lathering touch, you even get a little girly burp from Emily as you push a bit harder than you intended. From there you go onto spending some time with her fun bags until she tells you that there are other parts of her that needs washing up as well and blushing slightly you continue your duties, still spending more time on interesting places than non such, although not skipping any part, even her armpits gets properly washed although not as thoroughly as lets say, her wonderfully full bottom…
She ends your fun by turning off the water. “Thank you Love. But I’ve got to go now.” She says and steps out of the shower dripping water all over the place.
“Your friend is getting really persistent so I figured I’d let her out and be rid of her nagging.” Emily says patting her belly which you realise looks like its soft old self.
Squatting down over the bucket Emily spreads her ass cheeks with her hands and sits down with her back towards you so that you’re getting a fairly good view.
A small fart comes first, then Emily moans slightly and you see something emerging from between her cheeks, a firm quite dark turd over two inches thick slides out of her ass. It is hard enough not to break off and so it emerges in one piece and being slightly longer than the bucket is tall it almost reaches the edge despite slumping on the bottom.
“How does she look?” Emily asks you. “That was your friend, Jackie was it?”
“Ehh… yeah, Jackie. She looks better than I remember I must say. Not much left of her is there?”
“No I was hungry, I’m a real greedy gut when I’m hungry.” She moans and a new turd emerges, this one a little softer than Jackie, but not much bigger.
“I don’t know the names of these two, but they tasted a whole lot better than your Jackie, that’s for sure.” She says as a third log emerges and settles into the bucket.
Then she steps back into the shower and uses the handle to clean herself.
“Please show your friend and her friends out, I don’t want them in my house.” She giggles taking a final look at the contents of the bucket before you carry it back outside, leaving her ‘mmm’-ing and rubbing her belly which had shrunk even further as she let those three people out.
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