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\n\"Now you can imagine, dear friends, how unspeakably embarrassing\nthis condition is for my wife. Therefore, as a first welcome, so to\nspeak, I would like to give her a constriction of her cunt, which may\ngive her back the feeling of being desired and gladly fucked. Please\ndoctor!\" And now the all-known and popular horse doctor Murke,\nwho had of course found his place on the honor board, makes his way\nthrough the ring of spectators with his little suitcase.
\n
\n\"Our\ngood doctor will now fix everything up so that anyone who wants to\njump my wife will have fun with her cunt again. And when I say\n\"everyone\" I don't just mean our four-legged fellows, who\nwere probably the only creatures lately so undemanding that they\nvoluntarily made do with this barn door cunt, hem hem, ha ha!\"\nThose present are amazed at the magnanimity of the faithful husband\nand are naturally pleased that Mrs. Wohlgeruch is to be relieved of\nher bias. She herself also seems to be quite enthusiastic. Once\nagain, her eyes almost bulge out of their sockets with enthusiasm. So\nshe can hardly wait. And that makes me a little suspicious deep\ninside. Does this woman really have innocent intentions?
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\nIn\nfact, Dr. Murke nimbly opens his toolbox and pulls out a thick\nsyringe, just like the ones you know from his work. \"This will\nhurt a little for the next two days,\" Dr. Murke murmurs, \"but\nyou don't want an anesthetic injection, as I learned from your\nhusband. Well, you have to know that for yourself. I would have liked\nto offer you that. Your labia will soon swell to about 4 times their\nprevious size and your fuck canal will also constrict enormously. I\nam sure you will be surprised, Mrs. Wohlgeruch. Such thick long fuck\nlips don't really occur in nature otherwise. But surely it is a nice\nfeeling for every man to push in there with his thick fuck stick and\nto polish your cunt. You yourself will be very sensitive down there\nin the future, of course, but you'll have to live with it. Anyone who\nhas let himself be worn out as shamelessly as you have will surely\nlike to feel what it's like to be desired again, won't you\nslut!\"
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\nWith these affectionate words, Dr. Murke jets\nthree of these horse syringes into each labia, which then slowly\nchange color to blue and swell rapidly so that they barely find room\nbetween the legs and are forced out the front like cattle tongues.\nBut also the vaginal walls are not left out and so the ungrateful\nsoulful eyes of Mrs. Wohlgeruch do not stop watering after she has\nstarted with this fuss. When the doc is done with his work, he gets\nthe applause he deserves, of course, especially after he has once\nagain pulled hard on the rings that are emblazoned at the place of\nhis efforts.
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\nWhile now the second course is served to the\ngreat satisfaction of all involved, trout blue, if you should be\ninterested, and outside the windows the 3rd barrel of beer is tapped,\nthe labia of the immature woman continue to swell. I mean, well, she\ndidn't give herself the shot, but the whole thing was done just to\nmake the lady socially acceptable again sometime. When the covers are\nremoved, it turns out that the cunt rings have disappeared. Whereby\n\"disappeared\" is perhaps a harsh word for a not so magical\nprocess, as it has taken place here. The rings are, as Fräulein\nGrimm determines after some energetic picking only covered, not to\nsay buried by swollen cunt flesh. This is of course unpalatable,\nperhaps even hurts, and stirs all present to sympathetic giggles and\nuproarious laughter. \n

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But that leads us\ndirectly to a serious problem. What good are rings that lie hidden?\nAren't they - pointless? Yes, at least almost and that in many\nrespects!

\nDo I have to\nmention it explicitly that the solution is once again served on a\nsilver platter by the loving husband. And the solution is called -\nlarger and to compensate also more stable rings. Well, they are not\nmade of gold or silver, but that would be a bit chi chi, don't you\nthink? In our small town, we still appreciate the down-to-earth and\nsolid: stainless steel. It hardly wears out and will still serve its\npurpose in 20 years, if Mrs. Wohlgeruch keeps it up that long. Of\ncourse we wish her all the best, the good one....
\n
\nAnd now\nthe faithful butler steps into action, skillfully separates the old\ncunt rings, after having dragged them out of the swollen flesh as far\nas possible, and now replaces them with really sensible specimens,\nalmost a whole centimeter thick and of such a diameter that a lady's\nfist fits comfortably through the opening. It looks chic, it's\npractical, only attaching it is not so easy. Although the holes in\nthe labia were actually already quite stretched and torn open, the\nsyringe swelling ruined this favorable effect again. But well,\nsometime it works somehow then nevertheless, even if Mrs. Wohlgeruch\ndoes not give the impression that she is doing yoga. The woman is\nhysterical, if you ask me!
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\nBut are you interested in all\nthis, dear reader?
\n
\nOh, but what does the little fidgeting\nmatter when the main course is now being served. Larded saddle of\nvenison, house style. Heavenly! And now it becomes clear how\nseriously Mr. Wohlgeruch takes the integration of his wife. She is\nallowed, indeed she has to take a seat directly at his side. On a\nchair that was created especially for her. So that she feels\ncomfortable and safe. There is a lot of sighing at the table, but\nonly of satisfaction. Fortunately! The seat is peppered with\nthumbtacks for massage purposes, in the middle is a fancy dildo of\ndignified diameter, which under normal circumstances would have fit\nwell in the worn-out cunt, but now seems to cause some difficulty in\nreceiving. But I think Mrs. Wohlgeruch simply enjoys the attention\nthat is now given to her and makes more fuss about this trifle than\nnecessary.
\n
\nBut at some point, this problem will be solved,\nfortunately there are enough loyal helpers here, and my concerns now\nrevolve around the fear that the whole beautiful medical swelling\nwill soon be of no use if the stretching continues so vigorously down\nthere. You see, my concern is entirely conceptual and strategic. I\nmean, what good is it if the details are right but the broad\ndirection is missed. What do you think about that? Should Mr.\nWohlgeruch be warned?
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\nWell, it will certainly be a little\nwhile before you speak up. If you react at all, because a certain\nindifference is definitely noticeable, dear reader... And\nactually, you can probably rely on Mr. Wohlgeruch to do everything\nright, can't you? He has also taken into consideration that good\nposture is half the battle for a lady's aura. That's why the seating\nfurniture also has a spine-protecting, at least -supporting, or let's\njust say -touching backrest at a medium height, which ensures that\nthe lady of the house, after being helped to pull the waist belt so\ntight that she no longer has to struggle with superfluous breaths,\nassumes a miraculously forward posture that curves her upper body\ninvitingly towards the unsuspecting onlooker. The great side effect\nof this helpful measure is that the breasts, which have been\nsubjected to in-depth stretching exercises just like the cunt and\ntherefore dangle considerably lower than one used to know from this\nelegant lady, that these hanging udders thus definitely suggest a\nforward pushing impression. Sweet, isn't it?
\n
\nSo now that\neverything has been arranged for the best for her, the lady of the\nhouse is allowed to feast just as naturally as everyone else. Only\nthat she has it easier than the rest. \n

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She doesn't need to\nget her hands dirty for that. Her husband does it all for her or has\nit done by others, because he doesn't feel like doing that either.\nThis behavior can and must be called chivalrous. Isn't it?
\n
\nAt\nleast she seems to open her mouth all by herself, as it should be for\na mouth cunt. The fact that she is supported by her ring gag doesn't\nneed to be discussed here, I don't want to talk bad about the woman\nin one go. So let's pretend that she has done something of her own\naccord and simply say: The sow has opened her mouth because she\nfinally wants to have some of the delicious things.
\n
\nSince\nshe is already clearly behind with the drinks, because she has\nfrittered away her time with her exhibitionist performances, her\ngallant husband makes sure that she can follow suit. Now, as you\nknow, wine, like aperitifs in larger quantities, is bad for your\nhealth, and so she will surely be pleased to hear that this\nconsiderate man does not want to expose his wife to these hazards.\nInstead, he spares no effort to bring about a natural product, which\nundoubtedly contains only small amounts of alcohol and is also not\nyet generally known as a stimulant. Always on the lookout for\nsomething special, Mr. Wohlgeruch rings for the staff and in a\nceremonial procession a number of large decanters are now carried\ninto the hall and distributed among the tables.
\n
\n\"Lighten\nup dear friends. The more you donate, the happier you make my wife!\"\nWith these words he opens his fly, pees into one of these jugs and\nimmediately passes it on to his stunned neighbor, the noble Miss\nBebend. For her, of course, the whole thing is a bit more\ncomplicated. But with a little niggle, some contortions and finally a\nred head, she manages this little task to the satisfaction of her\ntable master and can pass the carafe on to an imaginative old boy,\nwho first flicks his cigar ash into it before he too lets his water\nflow. So it doesn't take long at all before a number of well-filled\npitchers can finally be collected again and placed on a side table\nbehind the host. Considerately immediately covered with an odor seal.\nWhereby one says immediately, there are also things in it, which do\nnot smell at all so noticeably, like e.g. cigarette butts or the one\nor other snot lump.
\n
\n\"Yes, cheers, dear ones\" is\nthen said with a wink and now glasses are gratefully emptied and in a\nspecial case renunciation is practiced. Yes, it is probably true and\nshould not be concealed at this point. Mrs. Grimm and Mr. Wupp, you\nremember, the psychological supervisor, initially renounce this\ninvigorating pleasure because they want to devote themselves to the\nwelfare of the public, but above all to the welfare of the popular\nand thirsty Mrs. Wohlgeruch, these dear people! So Mrs. Grimm grabs\nher boss carefully by the ears and pulls her head into the neck,\nwhile Mr. Wupp very carefully, so that also nothing of this steaming\nwarm broth, which is certainly full of exciting minerals and amazing\nfragrances, pours through the ring gag of his patient or client (?)\ninto the throat. Oh it looks funny, how the whole body of Mrs.\nWohlgeruch gets into bright excitement, twitching and spastic\nmovement. Really a brilliant performance! Of course, drinking with a\nring gag has to be learned first. But after a few swallows, burps,\ngasps and snorts have been overcome - the distinguished evening party\nis once again very tolerant - the first pitcher can be mastered in\nabout 10 minutes. However, the sight of his wife's slowly swelling\nbelly proves somewhat unpleasant for Mr. Wohlgeruch.
\n
\nI\nmean, gluttony is all well and good, but do you have to show it off\nso ostentatiously, along the lines of: you may have drunk two bottles\nof Mouton Rothschild, but I can afford six decanters of a much more\nunusual drink because I am the lady of the house? Do you see what I'm\ngetting at? Yes right, I'm talking about manners again. But even in\nbetter circles, manners are not mandatory, as you can see now once\nagain in the provocative drinking of Mrs. Wohlgeruch. In any case,\none carafe follows the next and the caring husband is not even too\nshy to open his wife's corset so that her increasingly shameless\nbelly can unfold undisturbed. You are now, I think, just noticing the\nsecret of a good marriage: taking a step back yourself so that your\npartner can get more out of life.
\n
\nWell, at some point all\nthe jugs are emptied and Frau Wohlgeruch hangs apathetically in her\nchair, no doubt wishing she hadn't been so greedy. But did´nt\nshe ask us before, dear audience? Exactly, exactly! We would\ncertainly not have held back with good advice, but now perceive with\ninterest that Mr. Wohlgeruch certainly not without curiosity, whether\nthis leads to fountain formation, acupunctures her fat belly, thus in\nconfidence optically at least in the 7th month, if you understand me,\nwith selected long needles. Punctured in any case. But apart from the\nproven horrible grimaces and a wild back and forth jerking - what\nwould we probably have to endure without the stabilizing waist belt\nin harassment? - nothing dramatic happens in this respect.

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Now the time passes\nwith benevolent suggestions about the future of the hostess. The\ndessert approaches. In the meantime, Mrs. Wohlgeruch has also been\nserved solid food. It seems to be leftovers from the last few weeks,\nwhich have been prudently stored for this purpose. After all, it is\ngenerally known that this woman has always been committed to social\ncauses, at least in the context of charity balls and dinners of the\nRotary Club and similar socially important occasions. She has never\nhesitated to show off a new evening gown for the benefit of the less\nfortunate, and to speak critically but honestly about the performance\nof the kitchen staff as well as the wait staff. \n

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So it is obvious to\ngive her a special opportunity to make sure that nothing perishes and\nnothing spoiled has to be thrown away undigested. Puuhh yes, of\ncourse that means for all in the hall already a certain sacrifice,\nbecause the smell of these things is really indescribable. But human\nwill is... you know, and who would want to take this pleasure away\nfrom her when she cares so much about it? \n

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On top of that, she\nseems to have gained so many followers, not to say friends, among the\nstaff of the house from previous occasions, that now in the hour of\nthis very special meal, it pays off wonderfully. In any case, almost\nthe entire staff of the equestrian farm gradually appears, presumably\nto check whether the guest of honor is really enjoying the meal as\nmuch as intended. So someone is immediately on hand to lovingly pick\nup from the floor (with rubber gloves, of course) any pieces that\nhave accidentally spilled out of her gullet and carefully but\nemphatically stuff them back down her throat. \n

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That this is not\nreally helpful for her figure, you can probably imagine. You're\nalready thinking of a fictitious 10th month, and her paunch is so\nswollen that you have to push her elegant thumbtack dildo hump a bit\ninto the background so that her belly doesn't lift the tabletop and\nendanger the statics of the neighboring wine glasses. Probably her\nhusband already tries whether it is of any use to push in the belly\nor otherwise embellish it. But this only leads to a recoil, which in\nno way improves the odor situation on this evening.

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Now, before the\nguests (and Mrs. Wohlgeruch, of course) have to get the impression\nthat the evening could pass without a sound, the host has another\nparticularly successful idea. I have already mentioned that his\nwife's breasts have been affected by the terrible events of the last\nfew weeks. Well, if you look at it properly, they are not shorter\nthan before, on the contrary, they have increased in length\nconsiderably and now dangle lower than the navel, yes, if you want to\nknow more precisely: they have become so long that they now\ncomfortably frame the vagina. Right and left, just so they hang next\nto the cunt. \n

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\"Next to\"\nyou may also find such a sight. In any case, it looks quite unusual,\nespecially if there is no bra at hand at the moment. As for the size\nof the tits, I don't think there has been a huge reduction. The\nthings are still as thick as, let's say, quite lush bologna sausages.\nBut consider the overall picture! If they are now twice as long as\nbefore, then the proportions are simply no longer right, the diameter\nsimply no longer matches the length. I hope you can follow me on\nthis.

\n\n

Mrs. Wohlgeruch for\nher part was in thoughts surely these considerations in the last time\nprobably already occasionally hurried ahead, and I am almost\nconvinced of the fact that she wished that, what is to come now on\nus, intimately, at any rate guessed or at least feared. But of course\nwe don't know the lady that well to guess everything that might be\ngoing on in her pig's head.

\n\n

While the dessert\nalso tastes exquisite, now the hour strikes again for Dr. Murke. He\ndabs the corners of his mouth with his flesh-colored napkin, then\ntakes his suitcase and strolls over to his favorite patient. You\nshould have seen it, Mrs. Wohlgeruch shakes herself almost\norgiastically. Obviously in huge anticipation of the changes that the\nhelpful doctor with his fat horse syringe could probably bring about\nin her. \n

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Three people are\nneeded to dampen the euphoria of this spirited woman to a socially\nacceptable level. But they manage this feat, and grab the lady so\ndevotedly that the good Samaritan can sink his 8 syringes in the soft\nudder flesh. And of course this does these breasts good, which are\nstill a bit battered by the needle games of the previous day. \n

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Although the\npuncture marks blossom for a longer time to hearty lush warts, but\nabove all the long sausage-shaped tits swell within two hours to\nplump cantilevered melons, which now only sluggishly slosh behind the\nbody movements of the sluggish sow. And now you can be seen with the\nlady proudly in public again, because this monstrous udder meat can\nno longer be concealed with anything. No skimpy bras help, no ample\nbras help, no wide blouses help. These udders can no longer be\noverlooked. Everyone who notices them immediately realizes that they\nare not dealing with an elegant woman, but with a shameless sow with\nudders. And that, as we all know, decorates immensely.

\n\n

Dear audience, I\ndon't want to bore you, but this much I will reveal, that also the\nudder rings will be replaced by far more sensible sizes this very\nevening, where they still leave a fitting impression. And now the\nwhole woman made a coherent impression again, even if she is not\nbeaming so gratefully at the moment as one would expect from her\nafter all this effort.

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I'll also tell you\nthat Mrs. Wohlgeruch got her money's worth that evening, because at a\nlate hour she suddenly gave the impression of wanting to get up close\nand personal with her fans outside in the marketplace. At least\nthat's what her husband had thought. In the meantime, the last keg of\nbeer had been consumed and the mood was approaching its climax. It\nwas just the right moment for Mrs. Grimm's excursion with a tight dog\ncollar in her hand and an expectant wife in tow. Oh, and I have to\ntell you, there was all kinds of action then. If that were\nanatomically possible, I could imagine that Mrs. Wohlgeruch would\ndefinitely be expecting ten babies in 9 months.

\n\n

But to look at these\nevents alone was quite exhausting, and I had actually slowly become\nsleepy. So I left, even though I might have missed the best part of\nthe night, as I was told later.

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Epilogue

\n\n

Well, you have seen,\nnobody needs to worry about Mrs. Wohlgeruch anymore. She is back in\nthe good hands of her faithful companion and he actually manages to\nintegrate her fully again - in his circles. I, of course, also belong\nto the circle of her admirers and enjoy her delicate sight as often\nas possible. I also like to help her with small but effective favors.\nIn any case, it is always an enchanting situation when the couple\nstrolls through the town for a little walk, handing out an invitation\nhere and there. Here and there also invited for a jump. Now and then\naccompanied by Miss Bebend, whose figure, always considerable, has\nmade adventurous progress in the meantime. Surely she wanted it that\nway. Even if it is astonishing. But of it and of some details at the\nedge perhaps another time more...

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So you see, dear\nreader, that this story, which once began so sadly, can now close\nwith a happy ending after all. Certainly not every protagonist of\nthis event will be happy. But certainly probably nevertheless the\npredominant majority of all participants. Feel free to count them!\nAnd isn't that what matters in our democratic times, when we all\nstrive so sacrificially for political correctness? And who knows,\nmaybe one or the other lady in this story will learn to be happy even\nunder the new circumstances. After all, everyone is making such an\neffort. In life, you also need the courage to try something new!\nAnyway, the main thing is that I am happy. Pardon, that is of course\na spelling mistake. What I actually want to say is this: The main\nthing is that you are happy, dear reader!

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