She's ruined, FUBAR.

Pain and pleasure radiated across her body, everything felt sticky, she couldn't open her eyes.

Helen coughed and gagged herself awake, all she could feel was asphalt on her legs and plastic on her back. She scratched at her face, scraping the dried semen off her eyes and out of her nostrils, the morning light burned her eyes.

Where was she? Helen wearily glanced around her surroundings.

She was in an alley, lying in a pile of garbage bags.

She looked down at her body, she was wrecked, completely coated in dried semen with numerous hickeys and bite marks littering her skin.

She groaned, her jaw ached as she released a burp. The flavor of cum once more gracing her palate.

Slowly, she took to her feet, still woozy.

There was an odd, meaty sensation between her legs, between her buttocks. She reached down.

It was her womb. Her pussy had prolapsed completely. The pink sack of her uterus dangled between her fat thighs. Her anus hadn't fared any better, the stretched rosebud peeked out of her cheeks like a tail.

Helen began to sweat in a panic. She tried pushing her insides back in, but they slipped back out a few seconds later. Broken, useless. Did she need to go to the doctor?

Helen hadn't even noticed that she was pissing herself. Even her urethra was stretched, one of the boys last night having managed to fuck her bladder.

She didn't know what to do. She stumbled out of the alley and was met by gasps on both sides. The street was crowded, there must've been 20-30 people all staring at her, her complete and utter nudity, her inside-out vagina. She didn't even know where she was, the buildings completely unfamiliar, it was an entirely different city. How long was she even out?

Helen should've been mortified, terrified.

"Miss? Miss! Did someone assault you? Are you okay? Miss?" A concerned passerby approached her and asked, the only one that wasn't aiming a camera at her.

"Don't... Worry... I'm... Fine..." Helen slowly moaned out, feeling an orgasmic wave overcome her, she squirted.

Helen should've been mortified, terrified, but she wasn't. She had never felt more aroused.

Disoriented in another city, another state maybe. No money, no ID, nothing on her at all. Naked as the day she was born. Her body ruined beyond repair.

Yet this was the most excited Helen ever felt.