Sitting in the U-Bend

Myrtle spent a lot of time in the U-Bend, wailing her woes into the echoey pipes. Today is no different, and she is thoroughly distraught. Scrunched into the bent pipe, Mytle let’s her sorrow reverberate throughout the plumbing.

Myrtle hears a toilet flush up above, and feels the current move through her quickly. She sighs dramatically, and waits for the inevitable, spreading her legs a bit to await whatever comes her way.

She doesn’t have to wait long, a second later a waterlogged book sails down the pipe, pickup up speed until it slams full force into Myrtle’s ghostly cunt. Myrtle shrieks as her spectral lips are forced open and the book plows deep into her. Her body stretches to accommodate the intruding thing, which causes her to wail in pleasure. She feels the book stagger to a slow stop as her womb gives it resistance. It ends up jammed sideways in the pipe, pinning Myrtle’s gut to either side of the tube and utterly clogging the drain.