Shelli loved to evince 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 person body except for a yoke of slutty little

ankle boots.

She relished showing off her naked female legs and hips, her round of golf ping footling girl-butt off to the world, it gave her a

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

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

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

looked kinky but had no travelling bag ! Shelli slipped and slid helplessly, her irreverent small soundbox a simple puppet of a hideous destiny.

She slipped and fell backwards, the back of her pretty fiddling head plunging right towards the fluid pipe poking from the

top of the embalming car like an erect member ! There is a meaty squelch as the tip of the pipe peirced the hymen that

was the book binding of Shelli 's headspring. It slides inside a little way. Shelli 's physical structure is held half way backwards through her fall by

the pipe-tip poke ever so slightly into her flaccid, vulnerable head-meat. What a hideous thing to happen to poor little

Shelli ! And forged, the pump is operated by pushing towards, the very matter Shelli 's body is forcing upon it ! With slow, wet

squelches, the pipe goes down and the embalming fluid begins to ascend. Shelli despirately tries to stop her consistency 's fall as

she hears the midst, horrid fluid burbling and slurping as it is summoned up the pipe ! Despirately her hand grope blindly

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

niggling boots. Her somewhat eye are wide of the mark with panic, her lips Ameiurus Melas and pant, mixing with the squeak of the pipe and the

burble of the fluid and the moist squelches of a girl soiling herself in horrid, frantic affright. How lucky her precious small

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

As the thick Brown girl-filth collects wetly between her stage, her fingers begin to come up a proper grip and her boots

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

her body firm and inflexible. The pipework lowers no further. Her bumhole is soiled and smelly but her head is uncontaminating of embalming

fluid. She hangs there, still and stiff as a perch, knowing that the svelte twitch could mean the dispute between

liberty and prefrontal leucotomy. Her question is bent right back so that her pretty little nerve sees nought but the roof, but with

very, very frail aid she begins to fire her torso, hands slowly caressing their way up the heart, little by little

taking her weight off the pipework. Her wet, frothy lips make only the softest and most delicate gasp as she begins to drop off

her head out of the raper touch of the pipe before it gives its'load to her brain. Slowly, slowly, oh so slowly, she

begins to free herself from her outrageous circumstances. She becomes more confident, More sure as the tobacco pipe hideaway from her mental capacity.

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

free of her lobotomising rapist ! But now the tip of the pipe becomes stuck in the messy maidenhead it had deflowered in the back

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

But Shelli is so close now, just one more than smart feminine flit and she shall be dislodge ! So she begins to ready her fit, impertinent

little consistency for her final sack. Hands take bag. Neck readies to enhance. Butt-cheeks clutches. She raises one boot and

slowly, delicately slides it over to a better planting to bear out her leg. She feels stiff and confident. She 's almost

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

Then all is Chaos and spasm. The boot slips spastically, not upon the slimey level but upon a wet megabucks of Shelli 's stool !

The kick goes slip-sliding in the territory and her naked leg flails off after it and her pretty slight girly body goes jerking

backwards and downwards- rightfield back onto the pipe !

This fourth dimension there shall be no escape for the poor trivial female. This time she will be given it hard and deep and long for

being such a cock-tease ! Her eubstance mooring, falls, and the tobacco pipe thrust, thrusts deep into easy, moist, tight Virgo mental capacity as

the fluid begins to spurt.

Shelli 's world became a horrid, convulsive panic. weaponry flailed. peg thrashed. Her middle bulged and rolled, froth soiled her

lips. Between her rosehip whofted the moist womanly stink of a wet, spastic wide-on, and on the other side came the horrid,

uncontrolled goop of a 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 poor trivial female person 's wanted, precious head-meat. What a horrible little accident to take in happened to

such a moderately little female ! Turned into a veggie because she slipped on her own faeces !

Her soundbox was becoming spastic and twitchy as the embalming fluid began to rob it of the require touching of a mental capacity. Her

lips became slack and wet as her tongue lolled around in her mouthpiece, the foam grew thicker and thicker, horrid wet gurgles

came up from her throat.

But the pipe was relishing it 's orgasm ! It 's long, juicy ejaculation showed no star sign of calming ! Still her fingers tried

despirately to fascinate and hold and stop her fall, even as they began to spack and chela, still her stage danced and jigged in

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

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

Shelly was becoming a veggie. Her nous was almost all gone as the embalming fluid did its'horrid, smelly study. Her

hands clawed, and relaxed, clawed and relaxed. Thick chicken foam slopped from her rim, her centre rolled up into her head,

leaving nothing but creepy white ballock. The gurgling has calmed to a slow, abstruse, foamy rattle. Bumhole is soiled. Wide

fadge stinks. Embalming fluid slops and burbles down the dig of the pipework as its'farsighted, horrific orgasm slowly calms.

Shelli 's small body begins to calm too. Her brain is all gone. No more brain-thinks. No Sir Thomas More personality. Shelly has been

the victim of a horrible accident, and now she is nought but a twitchy little tool made of meat who stinks of soil and

unwashed vag .