Friday 6th September
 
Dear Diary,
 
As you know I've been having, shall we say "urges" regarding my shop assistant Owen for a while now. Such a sweet boy, works hard, always smiling, always does what I say, even when I give him pointless jobs to do just to see if he'll do them! Well I've been getting to know him pretty well, he's been staying after work, helping me out and we've been chatting. It was clear he had a crush on me, and I confess I found him quite attractive. Well after we closed up today he was in my office tidying up, and a naughty thought entered my mind. I said "Owen, there's something I need your help with, something of a personal nature." He stopped what he was doing and listened. "I have a problem, and I don't know who else to turn to. It's very embarrassing." He looked concerned, and promised me he would never tell anyone. He was right about that. "The thing is, I have something stuck... inside me. I was messing around with a sex toy and I put it up my bottom, and now I can't get it out." I'm quite a convincing liar, and I'm sure he would have believed anything, he was so trusting. Owen replied "Would you like me to go with you to the hospital?" "No," I said, "I can't face that, it would be humiliating, you're the only person who I trust to help. I need you to pull it out for me." He looked shocked, and said "I'm not sure if I can, I don't want to cause any harm." "It's alright," I told him, "I need you to do this. I will be so grateful, just please do it for me." He promised he would try. I took him by the hand and thanked him, taking a bottle of moisturiser from my desk and giving it to him. "Rub this onto your hands, it will help." I said, and he did so with a look of trepidation. I told him to kneel down, which he did, and I turned my back to him and undid my jeans button and zip. I glanced back to see him looking right at my bum, wide eyed, almost mesmerised. My bum is big, I've put on weight thanks to my last "liaison", and the effect my body has on someone like Owen is pretty obvious. "I'll be ok," I said to him, "you can do this. I'm going to pull down my pants now, I just need you to slide your hand in and pull it out." I pulled down my jeans, then my knickers (the pink ones with the silky material), and leant forward slightly, presenting my rear to him. Looking at the wall in front of me, I felt nothing for a moment (I expect he was building up the courage), but then a thrill of excitement when the first finger touched my anus. It sent tingles through my body, as he was hesitant and being very gentle, the tip of his middle and index fingers just beginning to slip into the centre of my ring. I hoped he didn't notice that I was super wet, not that I cared very much. I was incredibly turned on, partly by the sensation, but mostly by the knowledge of what was to come. As my arousal increased, I became impatient at his shyness. "Just get it in there!" I demanded, and he responded by sliding his fingers in until there were four inside. "I can't feel anything!" He said. I responded "It's further up than that, you need to put your whole hand in." I was gripping the desk at this point, the stimulation was driving me wild. I tried very hard not to tense my sphincter, I didn't want to scare him off now. He pulled back slightly, I was worried he might not go through with it, but then the four fingers were joined by a thumb, and the whole hand slid inside. I allowed my muscles a little squeeze around his wrist, and said "Can you feel it yet?" "No, nothing," he replied, "I think we need to see a doctor." "Just reach in a bit further." I said, gritting my teeth a little with the effort it took to resist the temptation to clamp my buttocks together and trap his hand. He did as he was told, and I felt him slip in deeper, the hand going from my rectum into my colon, with his forearm following it. "Keep going," I said in a reassuring voice, "you're doing great, I just need you to keep looking." Dutifully, he continued sliding in deeper, his fingers searching for an object he was never going to find. Imperceptibly, the force moving his arm was changing; from him pushing from the outside, to the smooth muscle of my intestine tightening around and pulling his arm in deeper. When he was in as far as his shoulder, and I felt the side of his face touch my buttock, I finally gave into temptation and clamped my sphincter around his arm just below the shoulder, my buttocks squeezing together and pinning his shoulder in place. His fate now inevitable I saw no reason to continue the charade. I looked over my shoulder and said "How are you doing down there, snack boy? I'm afraid I lied to you, the only thing getting stuck in my bottom is you. You see, I like to eat snack boys like you, you belong to me now and there is nothing you can do to escape. You're just food to me now, so just relax and try to think about how much pleasure you're giving me." While I was speaking I started pulling him inward with my powerful gluteal muscles, with my internal muscles sucking his arm further into my bowels. He was silent for a few seconds, unable to comprehend what was happening to him, as his arm was pulled in past the shoulder and the side of his head forced against my bum cheek. I wasn't holding anything back now, I was sucking him in with all my might. The forces acting on his body were immense, his arm being pulled hard but his head still on the outside, I was stretching his arm out. The pain must have snapped him out of his confusion and he shouted "Wait! Please, stop! Argh, you're going to pull my arm off!" He wasn't completely wrong, because a few seconds later I heard the "pop" of his shoulder dislocating, followed by more shouts of pain. I relaxed my buttocks slightly to allow his head and neck to slip into my ass crack, dragged onward by his now useless arm. "Please, no, I beg you!" he pleaded as my sphincter slipped over his head, engulfing his short hair, his ears and forehead disappearing inside. I reached down between my legs and grabbed his short-sleeve shirt by the collar with both hands. I ripped the shirt open, pulling off the buttons, then pulled upwards, tearing it off him completely. I popped two fingers in my vag and rubbed my g-spot, then took them out and put them in his mouth. "See how happy you've made me?" I said, "This is what you are for, your whole life has been leading up to me eating you." Moments later his eyes slipped into my anus, the last thing he ever saw being my fingers soaked in girl-cum he had helped to produce. "Any last words?" I asked. "Please, no, please, mmffmmm..." his words were cut short as his nose and mouth were swallowed, my hungry hole claiming his chin as well. With the whole head inside I then began consuming his torso, slowly rubbing myself in time with the tensing of my ass cheeks. I enjoyed every minute I spent devouring Owen; the feeling of fullness, the sensations both external and internal, trying to tell what sounds were muffled screams and which were the gurgles of my own gut. When I came, my ass responded by slurping up the rest of his top half, down to the waist. I reached down and undid his trousers, letting them fall to the floor and slipping his underwear down with them. I leant my weight back and relaxed onto him, using gravity to assist my descent down past his hips and to the floor, his sad penis giving my pussy lips a little tickle as it too slid inside my greedy bum. He was no longer wriggling now, probably drowned in my stomach acid, which was a shame as I was enjoying his struggles, but it did make the rest of the process very straightforward. I got down onto my hands and knees to finish my meal, my legs were getting tired from standing for so long with the extra weight of a person inside me. I took the phone from his pocket and sent a couple of fake texts covering my tracks, as my bowels pulled his lower legs and feet inside, requiring no conscious effort from me. When the last of my meal disappeared from view, my ass hole closing over his toes, I paused for a moment, enjoying the feeling of immense satisfaction. Still on all fours, my stomach reached right to the floor now, so it was with some effort and using the chair and desk that I got to my feet. I pulled my knickers and jeans up, and headed for my car, holding up the waistband with my left hand as there was no way I could fasten them now. Note to self - wear less restrictive clothing next time! My stomach stuck out so far in front of me I had to put the car seat right back, and even then I was pressed up against the steering wheel, which made driving home quite a challenge! Well it was quite an evening all in all, I'll be spending a significant part of the weekend on the toilet I'm sure, disposing of what's left of my erstwhile employee. I'll have to go shopping in the week, I seem to go up two cup sizes every time I do this, and I'm already using extenders on my bra just to get in on. Ah well, totally worth it. As I write this my stomach is gurgling and I'm getting farty, I think it's time to head to the bathroom. Bye for now! x x x