Daisy Duck's BaBEEsitting Misadventure (Piss and Shit Version)

            “Now you boys be good for your Auntie Daisy, all right?”

            “Yes Uncle Donald…” Huey, Dewey, and Louie said, halos appearing around their gentle innocent heads.

            Donald Duck, dressed in a life preserver and fishing cap squinted down at the three ducklings.

            Daisy wrapped the three boys up in a hug.

            “Look at these little angels! We’re going to have a great time while you’re away on your fishing trip, right boys?”

            “That’s right Auntie Daisy!” the boys chirped.

            Donald frowned. A thought bubble formed over his head, filled with the many pranks the boys had played on him over the years. The boys, sporting little devil horns in his memory, tortured his poor fat duck ass inside and out with needles and waffle makers and arrows and traffic cones and paddles and hot sauce, roasting and poking and violating his bottom in an endless montage of slapstick butt abuse.

            “Well, you just keep an eye on them,” he grumbled, picking up his fishing rod and hopping into his little 1930s roadster.

            Daisy and the three boys waved at Donald as he sped off down the road.

***

            In Daisy’s backyard, Huey, Dewey, and Louie explored under the summer sun. They had butterfly nets and were studying a big beetle crawl up a tree trunk with pure wonder in their eyes.

            Daisy watched from the second story of her house, smiling to herself. She was leaning out the window, her giant round butt stuck up in the air. Naked except for her trademark purple blouse and pumps, the long crease of her asscrack and the shapes of each enormous, round buttcheek was still very clear through the fluffy feathers that looked vaguely like bloomers and covered the bottom half of her body.

            Daisy went over to her dresser and rummaged through, eventually pulling out a yellow polka dot, side-tie bikini, perfect for sunbathing.

            She began to take off her blouse, exposing her round duck belly before she suddenly turned and looked straight at you, becoming aware of the fourth wall.

            She blushed and glared. “Hey, watch it buster!”

            Reaching up, her hand disappearing just out of reach of your vision. She grabbed a pull chord and yanked down a curtain. Marked with a do not disturb sign, the curtain completely covered her as she changed.

            A few seconds later and the curtain was pulled back up. Daisy was dressed in her yellow bikini, somehow wearing more clothes than before. She picked at the seat of the bikini bottom, which was wedged up her crack, but it as soon as it was released the fabric was drawn back into her feathery canyon by the jiggling globes of her asscheeks.

***

            “ZZzzZZZ…” Daisy snored. She was splayed out on a lawn chair, her duck bill open and shaking with each snore, her legs were spread open and an arm dangled off the side. The brim of her broad floppy sunhat was pulled down with each inhale and her pushed up with each exhale, vibrating with her nasal snores.

            In front of her, the triplets had gotten bored with bug hunting. Louie had a baseball and glove in his hand and was about to throw it straight at Dewey, who had a giant baseball bat at the ready. Huey was crouched down behind Dewey, playing catcher.

            “Alrightboyslets see a clean game here, right across the plate, c’mon!” Huey rattled off, patting his glove, completely ignoring their sleeping aunt on the other side of the lawn.

            Louie rolled his eyes and then reeled back, twisting his arm round and round before throwing the baseball at top speed.

            “Here’s the pitch!”

            It roared through the air, a complete blur. Eyes closed in terror, Dewey swung blindly with the baseball bat almost as large as he was.

            POW!!!

            He somehow connected with the ball and sent it back with double the force. Huey and Louie both ducked, the ball barely missing their heads and then turned and watched in horror as the ball went speeding right towards Auntie Daisy’s pristine suburban home.

            FFWOOM

            CRASHH

            CRACCK

            CRUNCH

            They winced and seemed to shrink with every horrible sound effect, growing paler and paler with each part of the violent off-screen destruction.

            Daisy jolted awake, nearly falling off her lawn chair. She sniffed and looked up, noticing a round, smoldering, baseball-shaped hole in her floppy sun hat. Her face, already twisting with anger, turned and followed the path of the baseball. There was a baseball-shaped hole in one of her house’s windows facing the backyard, the glass around it cracked. Inside her house, the head of a bust was destroyed, decapitated by the baseball, and, behind it, was the baseball embedded in her wall, smoking in a pit in scorched wallpaper like a fallen meteor.

            “BOYS!!!” Daisy screamed.

            The ducklings started shoving the baseball bat into each other’s hands, none of them wanting to be the one holding it as Daisy stomped toward them, huffing and puffing with rage.

            Daisy wrenched the baseball bat they were hot -potato-ing out of their hands, clutched it in her fist, and took a deep, rageful inhale, her entire body slowly turning red like a rising thermometer.

            “We didn’t mean to hit it toward the house, honest!” Louie said.

            “Y-Yeah, it was just an accident, we didn’t –“ Huey started to say, but he was interrupted by Daisy, fueled by superhuman rage, scooping all three ducklings like a bundle under her shoulder, their defenseless bottom halves pointing forward.

            “HEY! PUT US DOWN!” their three bottoms wiggled in protest, kicking and flailing, but Daisy swung with the baseball bat in her other hand, mercilessly spanking all three of them with it at once.

            WHAM

            CRACCK

            POWWW

            “AIIEEEGGH!!!”

            “YOWWWW!!”

            “OUUGGHHH!!”

            The ducklings howled, tail feathers growing red and swollen with each merciless strike.

            POWW

            CRACKCCKK

            WWHAMMM

            “WAAAUUGGHH!!!!” the triplets quacked in unison.

            Daisy dropped them all on the ground, making them land on their sore butts. She pointed at the house with the baseball bat.

            “Go to your room!”

            Eyes watering and muttering under their breath, the ducklings toward the house while grabbing their pulsing, stinging, aching butts.

***

            Three enraged ducklings glared down at their aunt from the second floor. Evil little gears turned in their heads. The sounds of snores started to drift up as Daisy returned to her deep sleep.

            Huey made an overly complex series of military hand signals, his hands an indecipherable blur.

            Louie nodded. Wrapping an electrical cord around his arm like rope, he slowly crept out the second story window and onto the extended branch of an oak tree. Near the base of the tree dangled a big hornet’s nest, nearly half the size of one of the ducklings. The white, swollen papery structure carried the same ominous energy as a ticking bomb.

            Huey and Dewey slid down the storm drain, stealthily landing in the backyard, barely rustling the grass. The two of them crawled across the grass like commandos, slowly getting closer and closer to their sleeping aunt, her fat ass sinking into the fabric of the lawn chair.

            Louie, squinting, tense, and sweating, very gently plucked the hornet’s nest from the tree. He wrapped the electric cord around the width of it and started to slowly lower it down into Dewey’s outstretched arms.

            Huey, meanwhile, had taken a screwdriver and was loosening the screws holding the lawn chair together. The screwdriver made tiny squeaks as it turned it.

            The snoring stopped. Huey’s hand froze. Sweat poured off his forehead. Daisy’s sleeping face stirred, frowned, and then continued to snore.

            The hornet’s nest in hand, Dewey took a pair of scissors and cut open the bottom of the lawn chair, making a window around Daisy’s butt, which fell through the open, filling it with her swelling, feathering cheeks.

            He took the hornet’s nest and gently placed it under Daisy’s defenseless butt.

            Louie ran across the branch and dove back into the house. Dewey and Louie took off sprinting running toward the house’s back door.

            “Fire in the hole!” Dewey shouted before slamming the door behind them, so hard that the little dog door inside it flapped wildly back and forth.

            Daisy was again jolted awake. She tried to sit up, but her ass was sinking, dangling closer and closer to the enormous hornet’s nest. The lawn chair strained, vibrating, screws popping out and flying out of the structure.

            From the safety of the house, the boys watched Daisy’s head spin around in a panicked swivel, following each POINK of the screws bursting out of the trembling, shuddering lawn chair.

            CRAASHHH

            CRUNNCCHH

            The lawn chair collapsed in a creaking explosion and the full weight of Daisy’s ass absolutely crunched into the hornet’s nest beneath.

            “AAAIIEEEEE!!!!”

            Daisy screamed, rocketed into the air by a geyser of very angry hornets, all stinging her barely covered buttcheeks over and over again with their itching, stabbing stingers.

            “WHOOO!!! GET HER!!!” the boys cheered.

            “WWAAAUUGGHHH!!!” Daisy screamed, she ran around the backyard in a circle, the swirling buzzing cloud of hornets on her tail, lashing out at her ass in a whip-like shape.

            CRACK

            “AAIIEEEEK!”

            CRACK

            “YEEOOWW!!”

            Daisy picked up the one of the legs of the lawn chair, holding it in front of her like a sword in one hand, the other grabbing her sore, swelling ass.

            “BACK! GET BACK!” she said, waving the chair leg around like a sword.

            The hornet swarm took on the shape of a cutlass, clanging against the metal chair leg while swashbuckling pirate music began to play.

            “EN GARDE!” Huey laughed, and the boys clapped.

            CLANG CLANG CLANG

            Daisy’s arm moved with such desperate speed that it looked like she had five arms swinging in all directions, somehow meeting every single thrust and swipe from the hornet sword.

            That is, until the sword dissipated, swirled around her, reemerged right behind, her and then drilled dozens of stingers into her left asscheek

            “AAAAIIEEEGGGHH!!!” Daisy howled.

            She dashed away, her webbed feet moving like propellers, flying around the corner of the house in a last, impossible burst of speed. The hornets followed, flying out of the backyard, around the corner, past a trash can, and into the front yard. Which was empty?

            Part of the cloud of hornets turned into a hand, which pressed to the “forehead” of the rest of the swirling mass as it turned left and right, looking for Daisy.

            Behind them, Daisy hopped out of the trash can, her asscheeks covered with pulsing welts. She ran in a waddling panic into the backyard and grabbed at the backdoor, but the doorknob wouldn’t turn. The door rattled in its frame.

            “Having trouble Auntie Daisy?” Huey grinned at her from a nearby open window.

            Daisy sprung at the window, her hands grabbing at the windowsill only for the window to come slamming down on her fingers.

            BLAMM

            Wincing, Daisy yanked her fingers out of the now-closed window. She hopped on one foot, gritting her teeth, flapping her swollen red hands in the air, her ass jiggling in her stupid dance.

            “YOO-HOO AUNTIE DAISY, over here!” Dewey waved from another open window.

            Daisy ran toward the window diving at it head-first, only for it to slam closed on her bill.

            “MMPHHRRR-NNMRR!!!” Daisy screamed through her shut, stuck bill.

            Pushing against the house with all of her limbs, she wrenched herself free. She tumbled back, her bill vibrating and flapping in place – SPRROIOIOING – until she gripped it with both hands.

            Her head spun around, and she looked at the dog door embedded in the back door to her house. It would be a tight fit, but maybe she could make it! Daisy dove through the Doggy door and –

            SHUNK

            Her fat, bikini-bottom clad ass was completely stuck.

            She pulled and stretched, her legs straining, her ass twerking and jiggling. Huey, Dewey, and Louie opened one of the windows and hopped out into the backyard, big grins on their faces.

            Daisy swallowed. Sweat dripped down her face. A thought bubble formed over her head of all of the pranks the boys played awful, violating pranks on Donald’s behind: the time they shoved Donald into a pool table and used his asshole as a corner pocket, the time they painted his butt like a target at the county fair, doling out extra prizes for each arrow to reach the bullseye, the time they filled his butt up with helium, corked his ass shut, and let him fly away. And in each of the memories, Daisy was there, laughing, cheering, and participating. She got the eight ball in the corner pocket, she got a double bullseye, she fingered the cork in to make sure it stuck was good and deep.

            Her ass clenched so hard that her little duck tail coiled up into a tight spiral.

            “Boys- listen, boys,” she stammered. “I know it can be really funny to play pranks on Donald’s behind. I understand that, but you have to see that this is a little different, right? Right?”

            The ducklings pulled on surgical masks over their bills.

            Dewey cracked his knuckles.

            “Prepare the patient.”

            YANK

            One swift pull on the side ties of Daisy’s bikini bottoms and they were whisked off her body, leaving her fluffy white globes completely exposed. She shivered. She went bottomless 90 percent of the time, but this was one of the first times that she actually felt NAKED.

            “Forceps,” Dewey said.

            “Forceps,” his brothers answered, and started to pull on Daisy’s buttcheeks from either side, stretching her open.

            “W-WAIITTT!!” Daisy wailed.

            She tried clenching, but her flabby flesh was not able to compete with the vengeful duckling fingers digging into her. Slowly, her ass was spread open, revealing the pink, tight puckered star of her asshole. It winked and pulsed with nervous panic. Their iron grip on her ass also pulled open her mound beneath it, feather fluff parting to reveal thin, delicate lips, which slowly peeled apart as her asscheeks were held open. Daisy’s face turned burning red. Her duck bill twisted with rage. Her holes were completely spread open, the sun shining in all the places it shouldn’t.

            “G-GET OUT OF THERE!!” Daisy quacked. Kicking and twisting at them with renewed energy.

            Huey and Louie struggled to hold her still.

            “Funnel,” Dewey said.

            “Funnel.”

            “FUNNEL!?!” Daisy screamed.

            SHOVE

            “AACCKK!!” Daisy squawked, her back arching.

***

            The swarm of hornets continued their search for Daisy in the front yard. In the shape of a giant hand, the hornets lifted up her welcome mat and then a flowerpot, checking both just in case Daisy might be under there.

            “HEY!!!”

            The swarm turned around to see Huey peering around the corner of house. He whistled at them and beckoned with his hand before running away.

            The swarm took off after him.

            Huey leapt into a house through a window in the backyard and the other ducklings slammed it closed after him.

            The swarm, meanwhile screeched to a halt.

            Sticking out of the doggy door was Daisy’s ass. Four-inch-wide red funnel was shoved up her asshole, shoved so deep that her asscheeks wrapped around the funnel opening. Her ass trembled with pure terror. Surrounding it, were dozens of arrows made out of carboard and wood, some with blinking Christmas lights, all directing the hornets to the bright red target.

            Daisy bit her nails with chattering teeth. Fear swirled in every trembling muscle of her body.

            The hornets understood the signs and dove straight in. Buzzing and rattling against the plastic of the funnel, hundreds of angry hornets flew up Daisy’s ass!

            “AAAIIEEEEE!!!!!” Daisy screamed arms flailing around. Her legs kicked and spun around, helplessly. Her asscheeks swelled up, inflating, nearly doubling in size as the hornets invaded her rectum and stretched her open with their swirling mass. Hundreds of stingers lanced into her sensitive bowels from all angers, burning, stinging, itching venomous points sending sparks of pain right up to her brain multiplied by hundreds.

            “YEEOOWWWOWWWWEEEIIEEEEEE!!!” Daisy wailed.

            The triplets, equipped with ear plugs to muffle Daisy’s high-pitched screaming, laughed from the window, bags of popcorn in their hands.

            The hornets bounced around in her ass, tugging at her walls, making her butt jerk in all directions like rubber. They yanked her ass in all directions, stretching the surfaces of her buttcheeks into rumbling, buzzing points.

            “OOUUUEEEEAAAAAIIIYYEEEEEE!!!” Daisy screamed, yodeling through all of the vowels, her eyes crossing from the overwhelming pain flooding through and mangling her poor asshole.

            She bit her lip and her hands dug into the floorboards. The pain was burning through her brain and deleting all thought.

            Mindbroken, Daisy lost control of her bladder. A fanning spray of piss erupted from her pussy and hosed down the pavement under her.

            PSSSSHHHHH

            “EwwWWW!!” the boys said.

            The hornets didn’t care. They kept stinging and yanking at Daisy’s ass even as she kept pissing, which made her seemingly endless urine follow every twerking, jerking movement of her tortured ass, piss arcing and splattering and spraying in every direction.

***

            “Daisy, boys, I’m home!” Donald said.

            He walked around the corner of the house into the backyard where he was immediately greeted by Daisy’s ass. The funnel removed, it was covered in dozens of hornet stings and also big red circles, like polka dots.

            On the other end of the yard, Louie tossed the baseball up and then smacked it with the baseball bat on the way day. The ball flew through the air and slammed into Daisy’s left asscheek with a POWW!

            “YOOWWW!!” Daisy screeched.

            The ball bounced off the Daisy’s ass, leaving a bright red circle where it had slammed into her.

            “Uncle Donald!” Huey said.

            Louie hid the baseball bat behind his back.

            “Donald? DONALD! Get me out of here!” Daisy screamed, kicking at the air. “These boys are monsters!”

            Donald frowned at the boys, but he couldn’t help a corner of his bill tilt upward in a little smile. He appreciated not being on the receiving end of the boys’ pranks this time. He stood over the boys, his arms folded.

            “Now boys, you apologize to Auntie Daisy, right now,”

            The boys hung their heads.

            “Sorry Auntie Daisy…” they said.

            Daisy, or rather, her ass growled at them from the doggy door.

            Donald took the baseball and bat.

            “Now let’s put these things away…”

            “But Uncle Donald-“

            “-Don’t you want to give it a try?”

            “Remember last Thanksgiving?” the ducklings said, talking over each other.

            Donald grimaced. He remembered last Thanksgiving, where Daisy joined in on the boys’ pranks and shoved a nearly footlong carrot up his ass, so deep it disappeared inside him. He spent several hours on top the toilet pushing and straining and grunting, painfully trying to get the dry carrot out of his insides all while he could hear Daisy and the boys giggling from outside the bathroom door.

            Daisy’s ass tugged at the doggy door, trying and failing again to pull itself free.

            “Donald! DONALD don’t you get any ideas!!!” she screamed.

            Donald smirked.

            “I guess one more shouldn’t hurt.”

            “YEAHH!!” the boys cheered.

            Inside the house. Daisy fumed. She propped her head up on her hands, bracing herself for another “spank” from the baseball. She fidgeted. Her asshole, tucked back in between her cheeks, itched and ached and burned. She could feel the slick sliminess of irritating hornet venom sliding across the surfaces of her swollen anal walls deep inside her.

            Donald gave the baseball bat a few practice swings, completely full of confidence.

            “All right boys, let a pro show you how it’s done!”

            Donald tossed the ball in the air and then twisted his whole body around, spinning like a tornado in place.

            POWWW

            The bat slammed into the ball and sent it flying at Daisy’s ass. Flying faster and faster through the air, but not toward one of her butt cheeks, the baseball was flying right between them, a bull’s eye-

            SSHUNNTT

            “GGUAAAAGGHH!!!” Daisy quacked. Her eyes bugged out. The baseball slammed right into her sore asshole, bulldozing its way inside, bashing and bouncing through the hornet-stung walls of her rectum, accompanied by impossible cartoon noises, glass shattering, cars crashing, elephants trumpeting, dynamite exploding, before thudding to a halt. Donald and the boys watched in horror, flinching with each sound.

            “OOUhggghhh…” Daisy groaned. Her knees trembled, barely able to hold up her ass. Her eyes watered. She felt the weight of the baseball, stuck all the way up her, depths she didn’t even know were possible, warping her insides around its hard shape.

            “Wow, a hole in one,” Huey said under his breath.

            The four of them stared at Daisy’s destroyed ass. Her asshole was gaping open and smoking, molded into the shape of the baseball’s path up her insides. They could see all the way up her ass, every detail of the inflamed red walls.

            “I think we better go back inside, huh, boys?” Donald said.

            They tried to walk casually back into the house, even though they couldn’t take their eyes off Daisy’s stretched open asshole, like trying to avoid staring at a train wreck.

            The ducklings hoisted themselves into the house through one of the windows.

            “It was fun playing with you, Auntie Daisy!” Louie said as the three of them happily trotted past the dazed, barely conscious upper half of their aunt. Daisy blinked, slowly regaining her senses. The cool air ticklishly drifting up her open butt made her grit her teeth with growing fury.

            Donald was about to follow them through the window when he heard a shrill voice shout his name.

            “DONALD!”

            He winced.

            “Yes, Daisy?”

            “WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING?!”

            Donald gestured to the house. “I was probably gonna make a sandwich-“

            “A SANDWICH!?”

            Daisy’s ass bounced with each syllable, animated, like it was doing the talking.

            “AFTER YOU DID THIS TO ME?! Get this baseball out of me right now!!”

            Donald approached Daisy’s ass. He frowned, looking it over the great white squishy expanse of welts with the big crater in the middle between her fat cheeks.

            “How am I supposed to do that?”

            “THINK OF SOMETHING!”

            Donald crouched down, his bill inches from Daisy’s ass. Squinting one eye closed, he made his other eye as big as possible and peered inside. Daisy’s anal walls were covered with hornet stings on all of their surfaces. Itchy hornet venom dripped from the surface like water dripping from the roof of a fleshy cavern. He could see impossibly far but the patch ended in darkness.

            “I can’t see it.”

            “…See it… See it… See it…” his voice echoed through Daisy’s rectum.

            Daisy turned bright burning red.

            Her tail feathers formed a little hand, which turned and flicked Donald right in the eye.

            “OWWWW!”

            “Don’t look!” Daisy scolded him.

            “ssrrffssrr…” Donald cursed under his breath. He rolled his eyes and then covered his face with one hand. The other, blindly felt at Daisy’s bottom, pinching her sore skin, trying to find the opening.

            “A little gentler..!” Daisy winced.

            Annoyed, Donald started poking and prodding faster, reaching lowering, his finger suddenly sinking into an opening.

            Daisy swallowed hard. She turned pale. Donald had found the wrong opening.

            “Donal-“ her warning was cut off by three fingers sinking into the opening, shoved mercilessly up into her warm softness.

            PLLUUNGE

            Donald blindly, obliviously, shoved his whole hand up the wrist into Daisy’s unprepared pussy.

            Her knees knocked together. Every muscle in her body seized up. Her eyes bugged out.

            “AAhhK!” she croaked, choking on his hand up her pussy like it was a tongue depressor down her throat.

            Donald frowned. He tried moving his hand deeper, but the textured surfaces were tightening around him.

            He withdrew his hand slightly and then pushed forward, trying to move his hand like a battering ram to the baseball.

            “AAHG!” Daisy squawked. Donald’s hand, his knuckles rubbed back and forth through her, friction fighting her nervous, terrified muscles. Her eyebrows knitted together in rage, her eyes looked back, glaring at the door and her moronic boyfriend with his hand stretching her, pounding into her.

            Donald, meanwhile, was finding the fleshy cavern was getting slicker, looser. He didn’t bother to think why this was happening in his tiny brain, only that this meant that he could probably get deeper.

            “Donald…” Daisy hissed.

            “Don’t worry, Daisy. I’ll get that baseball!”

            “Donal-AAAOOUUH!!” Daisy shuddered and howled. Donald’s whole arm up the elbow suddenly plunged through her with wet squelching noises, slithering up through her tight insides, knuckles and fingers rubbing their way across her most sensitive regions.

            Her hands twisted into fists. She grit her teeth, fighting the squirming flaring urges pulsing through her body with pure rage. Juices dripped from her stretched pussy and onto the ground.

            “DONALD!” she screamed at him.

            “Almost got it!” Donald leaned forward and shoved his whole arm in.

            “AaAAh!!! DONALD!!” Daisy shrieked. She twisted, her hips moving on their own, rubbing herself against the huge width of Donald’s arm shish kabobbing her, anxious humiliating, uncontrollable little humping movements.

            Donald was too stupid to notice this. Instead, his fingers reached out, expecting the baseball, but they felt, the end? Eyebrow arching, his fingers poked and prodded what seemed to be a soft wall?

            “OOUHhhgghh…” Daisy moaned, grimaced, grunted, eyes rolling back in her head, her the very limits of her vagina throbbing with pain and degrading pleasure at every idiotic prod and poke.

            Donald recognized that sound. Sweating with fear, he uncovered his eyes, seeing his whole arm shoved up Daisy’s pussy, her poor lips warped and stretched to their burning limits around his arm.

            “Whoops!” Donald gulped. He immediately tried to wrench his arm, free, but Daisy’s pulsing body clenched, gripping his arm with her pussy.

            “AAHhh!!” she gasped.

            Growing red with embarrassment Donald kept desperately trying to pull his arm free, a sloppy squishy meaty tug of war, his arm fighting against Daisy’s pulsing orgasming pussy, juices splashing out of her with each squelch, each airy gasping moan, each rubbing, twisting movement of Donald’s warm arm tugging, massaging, pulling.

            SSQQLLSSHH

            A squirting explosion and Donald was able to wrench his arm free, tumbling backward across the grass.

            “OOUUUUuuuU…” Daisy moaned, spraying juices behind her. Her feet quivered, a electric vibration traveling up her body from her webbed feet. Both of her holes were gaping now, forming an absurd figure 8 in her shuddering behind.

            Donald struggled to his feet. He shook his arm, pussy juice clinging to it.

            “Sorry about that Daisy…” he muttered.

            “uuuuu….” Daisy moaned.  

            “Don’t worry, Daisy. I’ll pick the right hole this time!” he reached back, ready to fist Daisy’s ass with his still dripping hand.

            Daisy, drooling in her humiliated, euphoric stupor, arched an eyebrow. She shook her head so fast it was a little blur, shaking the flaring sparking pleasure from her brain. Her face returned to its squinting, glaring expression, which burned bright red with humiliation.

            “You will not! Don’t you dare stick anything else up me!”

            Donald scratched the back of his head, puzzled, looking down at Daisy’s ruined holes.

            “Well, how am I supposed get it out?”

            “THINK OF SOMETHING ELSE!”

            Donald frowned, and then an idea came to him with a lightbulb blinking on atop his brain. He wrapped his arms around Daisy’s ass, barely able to reach around the circumference. He lifted up her bottom, her feet kicking at the air.

            “HEY! What are you doing!?”

            “I got an idea!” Donald said. And began to squeeze with all his might, his arms tightening around Daisy’s ass like it was a giant bagpipe.

            “DONALD!” Daisy screamed.

            “Is it working?” Donald asked. He continued to squeeze, sweat dripping down his face.

            Daisy’s teeth rattled together. Her face twitched with spasming pain. It was working, and it hurt. The baseball was  being pushed out of her toward her exit, but slowly, scraping against each inch of her inflamed, itching, sore, stung rectum.

            “i-it’s working…” Daisy stammered through chattering teeth.

            Donald smiled, proud of himself, and squeezed even harder, his face turned red, steam puffing out of his ear, leaning his whole back into it. His heels made little clouds of smoke on the ground.

            “UURLLgghh…” Daisy gurgled. Her eyes crossed. It felt stuck. The ball lodged right before her asshole, but pressure was building in her ass with each second that Donald squeezed her guts. Her fingers dug into the floor. She strained, face turning red and then purple and blue and then plaid.

            PPHHrrbBBBB

            POP

            With an explosive fart, the baseball popped free and rolled across the grass. But Daisy’s ass wasn’t done. It gurgled while Donald continued to squeeze.

            “Donald!” Daisy wailed in panic, in realization. “Donald let go!”

            SSPPRRTTCCHHHH

            Logs of shit were forced out of Daisy ass, burning through her tortured guts, spraying out into the yard in arcing bursts. Muddy brown feces splattered and piled on the grass.

            FfrBBBR-BBLLRRTTT

            SSSPPPLLTTCBBGGLL

             Donald, realizing that he was holding Daisy’s shitting ass like a firehose, dropped her onto the ground, but that didn’t stop the gurgling, sputtering stream of shit and farts that continued to fly out of her vibrating, gaping asshole.

            “EEWwwWWW!” Donald said, covering his nose.

            Inside the house, stars circled around Daisy’s head. Her eyes swirled around in their sockets, and she passed out in an exhausted mess on the floor while still on the other side of the doggy door her ass continued to endlessly shit.