Shelli loved to show off her feminine body as much as she could, always wearing nought but a skintight shirt that covered

hre body only to the top of her hips. Below that was nothing but unclothed female physical structure except for a pair of slutty piddling

ankle boots.

She relished showing off her naked female legs and hips, her round pink little girl-butt off to the Earth, it gave her a

big smelly wide-on to be so slutty and impure.

But one day, Shelli had a little accident. Shelli was walking along near some old embalming ticker. The pumps had leaked

their slippery fluid all over the floor- Shelli 's shoes could not keep their suitcase, for they were just fetish shoes which

looked kinky but had no clutch ! Shelli slipped and slid helplessly, her pert little body a bare puppet of a horrid destiny.

She slipped and fell backwards, the cover of her passably little header plunging decent towards the fluid piping poking from the

top of the embalming political machine like an erect penis ! There is a meaty squelcher as the tip of the pipe peirced the hymen that

was the rear of Shelli 's head. It slides inside a little way. Shelli 's consistency is held half way backwards through her fall by

the pipe-tip poking ever so slightly into her soft, vulnerable head-meat. What a horrid matter to happen to poor little

Shelli ! And unsound, the ticker is operated by pushing towards, the very thing Shelli 's trunk is forcing upon it ! With dim, wet

squelches, the pipe goes down and the embalming fluid begins to ascend. Shelli despirately tries to kibosh her body 's drop as

she hears the thick, horrific fluid burbling and slurping as it is summoned up the pipe ! Despirately her deal grope blindly

behind her for somewhere to hold and her long, fit, naked female legs flail about for a none-slippy place for her silly

little iron boot. Her somewhat centre are all-inclusive with terror, her lips moue and gasp, mixing with the squeak of the tobacco pipe and the

burble of the fluid and the moist squelch circuit of a lady friend soiling herself in horrid, frantic scare. How lucky her cute piddling

girl-butt is unclothed so the soil can simply fall upon the floor !

As the thick Robert Brown girl-filth collects wetly between her legs, her fingers begin to encounter a proper grip and her kicking

finally discontinue slipping upon the slimey floor. Just before the thick, horrible fluid reaches the top of the pipe she makes

her body firm and fixed. The pipe lowers no further. Her bumhole is soiled and smelly but her headspring is clean of embalming

fluid. She hangs there, still and smashed as a pole, knowing that the little twitching could mean the difference between

liberty and leukotomy. Her head is dented right back so that her pretty little face sees nought but the ceiling, but with

very, very delicate care she begins to raise her physical structure, hands slowly caressing their way up the heart, piffling by little

taking her weight unit off the tobacco pipe. Her wet, sparkly lip make only the balmy and most soft gasps as she begins to slip

her promontory out of the rapist touch of the pipage before it gives its'load to her brain. Slowly, slowly, oh so slowly, she

begins to resign herself from her horrid circumstances. She becomes more confident, more surely as the pipe retreat from her wit.

Now it rests just inside the sass of the orifice it thrust through the back of her head. She is almost there ! She is almost

unloosen of her lobotomising rapist ! But now the tip of the pipage becomes stuck in the mussy hymen it had deflowered in the backbone

of her head. Shelli tries to ferment it loose, but it wants not to be teased so close to the big O !

But Shelli is so close now, just one more sassy feminine flit and she shall be free ! So she begins to cook her fit, impertinent

little body for her final examination discharge. manpower take travelling bag. Neck readies to elicit. Butt-cheeks grasp. She raises one the boot and

slowly, delicately slides it over to a expert planting to endorse her leg. She feels impregnable and convinced. She 's almost

free ! She brings the other one up, over, down. There is a moist squelch.

Then all is chaos and spasm. The rush slips spastically, not upon the slimey level but upon a wet slew of Shelli 's faeces !

The flush goes slip-sliding in the soil and her bare leg flails off after it and her pretty petty girly organic structure goes jerking

backwards and downwards- right wing back onto the piping !

This time there shall be no evasion for the poor piffling female. This time she will be given it firmly and late and long for

being such a cock-tease ! Her torso slips, falls, and the pipe thrusts, thrusts deep into soft, moist, sloshed Virgin brain as

the fluid begins to spurt.

Shelli 's earth became a horrid, convulsive panic. munition flailed. stage thrashed. Her eyes bulged and rolled, froth soiled her

lips. Between her hip joint whofted the moist feminine stinks of a wet, spasmodic wide-on, and on the former side came the horrid,

uncontrolled sludge of a little girl who is being turned into a vegetable.

Shelli was being lobotomised. Embalming fluid was being spunked and spunked out of the pipe, each new spurt deflowering

more and more of the piteous fiddling female 's treasured, precious head-meat. What a horrible footling accident to feature happened to

such a moderately short female person ! Turned into a vegetable because she slipped on her own faeces !

Her body was becoming spastic and twitchy as the embalming fluid began to rob it of the overlook touching of a wit. Her

lips became slack and wet as her tongue lolled around in her lip, the froth grew thicker and thicker, horrific wet gurgles

came up from her throat.

But the piping was relishing it 's orgasm ! It 's long, juicy interjection showed no preindication of calming ! Still her fingerbreadth tried

despirately to grip and hold and lay off her declension, even as they began to spack and chela, still her legs danced and jigged in

despirate, brain-damaged spasticity to regain her footing. But all they did was smear faeces over the floor. The fluid

still pumped. The more it pumped, the more spasmodic she became. The more spastic she became, the more it pumped !

Shelly was becoming a vegetable. Her encephalon was almost all gone as the embalming fluid did its'horrid, smelly work. Her

hands clawed, and relaxed, clawed and relaxed. thick yellowness foam slopped from her rim, her optic rolled up into her head,

leaving nothing but creepy white balls. The gurgling has calmed to a deadening, deep, spumy rattle. Bumhole is soiled. Wide

fadge stinks. Embalming runny slops and burbles down the prick of the pipage as its'long, hideous orgasm slowly calms.

Shelli 's minuscule consistency begins to calm too. Her brain is all gone. No more brain-thinks. No more personality. Shelly has been

the dupe of a horrible accident, and now she is nought but a twitchy petty tool made of nub who stinks of soil and

unwashed vag .