Shelli loved to show off her feminine body as practically 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 body except for a pair of slutty trivial

ankle boots.

She relished showing off her nude female wooden leg and hips, her round rap niggling 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 short accident. Shelli was walking along near some old embalming pumps. The pumps had leaked

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

looked kinky but had no hold ! Shelli slipped and slid helplessly, her pert little consistency a mere puppet of a horrid destiny.

She slipped and fell backwards, the dorsum of her reasonably little head plunging right towards the fluid pipe poking from the

top of the embalming auto like an tumid penis ! There is a meaty squelch as the tip of the pipe peirced the hymen that

was the back of Shelli 's read/write head. It slides inside a slight way. Shelli 's body is held one-half way backwards through her twilight by

the pipe-tip thrusting ever so slightly into her diffuse, vulnerable head-meat. What a horrid thing to happen to poor little

Shelli ! And bad, the ticker is operated by pushing towards, the very thing Shelli 's body is forcing upon it ! With slow, wet

squelches, the piping goes down and the embalming fluid begins to rise. Shelli despirately tries to stop her physical structure 's surrender as

she hears the thick, horrid fluid burbling and slurping as it is summoned up the pipage ! Despirately her hands grope blindly

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

little boots. Her jolly centre are wide-eyed with panic, her lips pout and gasp, mixing with the squeaker of the pipework and the

burble of the fluid and the moist squelches of a girl soiling herself in horrid, frenzied panic. How prosperous her cute niggling

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

As the thick-skulled brown girl-filth collects wetly between her peg, her fingerbreadth begin to receive a right hairgrip and her iron boot

finally stop slipping upon the slimey base. Just before the thick, horrible fluid reaches the top of the pipework she makes

her consistence business firm and rigid. The organ pipe lowers no further. Her bumhole is soiled and smelly but her principal is make clean of embalming

fluid. She hangs there, still and pixilated as a pole, knowing that the svelte twitch could have in mind the difference between

autonomy and prefrontal leucotomy. Her head is bent right back so that her fairly little face sees nought but the roof, but with

very, very delicate guardianship she begins to raise her soundbox, hands slowly caressing their way up the pump, lilliputian by lilliputian

taking her system of weights off the tube. Her wet, frothy lips make only the softest and most delicate gasps as she begins to slip

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

begins to unloosen herself from her horrid portion. She becomes more surefooted, more sure as the pipage hideaway from her mental capacity.

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

dislodge of her lobotomising raper ! But now the tip of the pipe becomes stuck in the messy hymen it had deflowered in the back

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

But Shelli is so close now, just one more fresh feminine flit and she shall be release ! So she begins to set up her fit, pert

small body for her final dismission. manus take grip. neck readies to raise. Butt-cheeks clasp. She raises one boot and

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

free ! She brings the early one up, over, down. There is a dampish squelch.

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

The boot goes slip-sliding in the soil and her au naturel leg flails off after it and her fairly little girly body goes jerking

backwards and downwards- right back onto the tobacco pipe !

This metre there shall be no escape for the poor small female. This time she will be given it hard and deep and foresightful for

being such a cock-tease ! Her dead body slips, waterfall, and the pipe drive, driving force deep into soft, moist, sloshed virgin encephalon as

the fluid begins to spurt.

Shelli 's creation became a horrid, spastic panic. limb flailed. legs thrashed. Her eyes bulged and rolled, froth soiled her

lips. Between her hips whofted the moist feminine stinks of a wet, spastic wide-on, and on the other side of meat came the horrid,

uncontrolled sludge of a female child who is being turned into a vegetable.

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

more and more of the short little female 's precious, precious head-meat. What a atrocious picayune chance event to have happened to

such a pretty little female ! Turned into a vegetable because she slipped on her own dejection !

Her body was becoming spasmodic and twitchy as the embalming fluid began to rob it of the command touch of a brain. Her

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

came up from her pharynx.

But the pipe was relishing it 's climax ! It 's long, juicy ejaculation showed no signs of calming ! Still her fingerbreadth tried

despirately to fascinate and hold and halt her downfall, even as they began to spack and claw, still her legs danced and jigged in

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

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

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

hands clawed, and relaxed, clawed and relaxed. Thick white-livered foam slopped from her lips, her eyes rolled up into her capitulum,

leaving goose egg but creepy clean musket ball. The gurgling has calmed to a slow, late, effervescent rattle. Bumhole is soiled. Wide

fadge reek. Embalming mobile slops and burbles down the shaft of the pipe as its'long, horrid orgasm slowly equanimity.

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

the victim of a horrible stroke, and now she is nought but a twitchy little puppet made of center who stinks of soil and

unwashed vag .