Part V: The Bowels of Love
She stood up on her tip toes and gave me a kiss on the lips. It was really more like a peck, not quite chaste but not really invested in the kiss turning into anything more. I returned it fondly, but with an equal lack of urgency. She settled back into her feet and looked up into my eyes, tucking loose hair behind her ear. She smiled at me a little wistfully and wished me goodnight.
I stepped inside my apartment and closed the door. As far as I was concerned she was wishing me goodbye.
I sighed, kicked off my shoes, undid my belt and stepped out of my trousers. I stood listening to the footsteps of my date click down the hallway for a moment before I felt my guts surge into motion. No matter how often it happens, it always makes me feel like my bowels are trying to evacuate a particularly ghastly, oily shit. I grunted and took a deep breath as I felt cool air on my sphincter as my colon began to prolapse obscenely. I looked over my shoulder as the purple, shiny nub extended, waving blindly like a maggot. I smile through clenched teeth. Waves of peristalsis rippled through my torso, and the anus worm grows, extending four or five feet from my body and inflating, taking on familiar contours, and forming the shit streaked face of Annie. Her smiling cheeks pulling at the anus, my anus, which has replaced her mouth.
"Oh, I liked her," Annie said, breath humid and smelly.
"I don't think it's going to go anywhere..."
"And why not?" Annie pouted, her sphincter mouth puckering.
I looked at my anus, the love of my life and smiled wistfully. "You know why" I said.
Annie rolled her eyes but I could tell by the way she raised one of her tentacles to play with the intestinal growths she had instead of hair, that she was touched. I opened my arms and she swung her torso, still feminine shaped from the waist up, against me. I slid my hands along the warm, slick membranes of her skin and she wrapped her tentacles around my shoulders. She pressed her mouth, my anus, to my mouth and we kissed, me gently slipping my tongue inside, a feeling we both enjoyed. "I love you too," she breathed.
I walked us into the kitchen, Annie clinging to me with the clammy smell of viscera. I poured myself a glass of wine. "Any for you?"
Annie farted dismissively. "Nice try mister, but I don't want us getting shitfaced..."
"It's too late for that," I smirked.
Annie frowned. "Seriously David, we need to talk about this. I love you, but there is so much I can't do for you anymore. You need someone else in your life."
"I don't want anyone else," I replied, "you're all I want."
"Demons!" Annie spat, a hot puff of stink, "I'm your fucking anus!"
It was an uncomfortable silence filled with the truth of our situation. Annie, my beloved, was my anus. My secret anus, a secret enforced by the nature of our transformation.
When she was still a person Annie was the heiress of the Hoork fortune. Her father, James Hoork, was always a domineering man with the highest expectations for his daughter. But when his brother Thomas fell victim to a transformist, James Hoork became deeply paranoid about the safety of his daughter. Annie, who never had much freedom to begin with, suddenly found herself 21 and a virtual prisoner of the Hoork security apparatus.
I first met Annie a couple years later as her tutor. She was attending a very prestigious business school and was struggling with her studies. As a poor economics gradstudent I was brought in to help Annie with her math. And it was honestly an easy gig: Annie was bright, easily smart enough to excel in the program. The problem was that Annie wasn't applying herself to her studies. She was pressured into studying business and was depressed by her lack of freedom. So rather than try and teach her solutions, I worked at trying to get her interested in the questions. I guess I must have gotten through to her, since she started trying and her grades started to improve.
As Annie improved we began to spend some of our allotted time in the cavernas Hoork library quietly chatting. I began to realize that Annie was more than a wealthy pupil, that she was also a charming woman with boundless curiosity and an infectious sense of mischief. As time wore on, I realized we were spending nearly all our time talking, sharing hopes and dreams and life stories. It was becoming obvious that Annie really didn't need me to be her tutor anymore.
Eventually, with regret, I told Annie as much. She told me that she knew that, but that she wanted me to keep holding these study sessions. Luminous blue eyes wide she told me that she had been working doubly hard to keep ahead of her studies so that she could spend this time with me. Her only friend. She reached and touched my hands and asked me to stay. How could I say no?
"I guess I could use the money," I said, trying to be funny.
She laughed, blushing a little. "Paid for your company..." she said slyly, "how does it feel to be a whore?"
After that we still met in the library, but we mostly dropped the pretence of studying. As long as Annie kept her grades up no one questioned our use of time and since my hourly rate was such a pittance compared to the Hoork fortune, my continued employment was never an issue. I was even beginning to earn the trust of the Hoork security apparatus who permitted me unescorted movement in the family complex. There were even occasions when the Hoork bodyguards would leave Annie and me alone together in the library. Annie, whenever she felt we were alone, would stealthily touch me, placing her hand on mine or rubbing her leg against mine under the table. It occurred to me that she wanted more than that, but we both knew that even alone we were never quite free of surveillance.
I don't know when I realized I loved her. It certainly wasn't a sudden epiphany, but more of a gradual thing. Early on I could tell how bright she was and that I enjoyed her company. I'd always recognized that she was pretty, but it wasn't until after she began to stare at me with her huge blue eyes that I noticed how beautiful, how sexy she was. If I had to pick a moment that I knew it was love though, I think it would have to be when I realized that making her laugh was the most important thing in the world to me. One night not too long after, left alone in the library, I whispered to her that I loved her. She smiled, eyes shining, and told me she loved me too. Then, quickly surveying the room, she leaned across the table and gave me the quickest peck of a kiss.
And this became the crux of our problem: Annie's father would never let us be together. James Hoork had expressly forbade his daughter from dating. He steeped this in wanting her to focus on her studies, that there would be time enough for love after Annie had graduated and established herself in her career. While this might have had elements of truth, the real reason was that Hoork was afraid. After his brother was transformed into an enthusiastic living toilet, James Hoork was desperate to protect his family. He thought that if he could insulate Annie from would be suitors, he could defend her from exploitative grifters, abusers, rapists, and transformists. So there was to be absolutely no dating.
Of course, James Hoork's lofty expectations for his daughter extended into her romantic life. When she was eventually allowed to date, Hoork expected her to marry someone ambitious, wealthy, and successful. While I'm sure he wanted his daughter to find love, we also knew that a wonky, lowly academic economist was not an acceptable match. So even if Annie were allowed to date, it certainly wouldn't be with me.
Many people defy the wishes of their parents in the pursuit of love, but for us it wasn't really an option. James Hoork was too powerful and far too willing to abuse that power to get what he wanted. From our perspective the threat was the Hoork security apparatus, particularly the darker side of it. While the Hoork family hired traditional bodyguards and security consultants, James Hoork also retained a group of bagmen who took care of "problems". If James Hoork ever learned about our romance I would be summarily fired and "dissuaded" from ever seeing Annie again. And if we eloped, Annie was certain that her father would have me murdered.
And so we lived like that, posing as teacher and student, hardly touching for fear of discovery and yearning for more for months.
That is until the day Annie suddenly appeared in my classroom.
I was teaching a small tutorial section of a second year economics class and as I finished answering my after lecture questions a young woman walked into the classroom. She walked right up to me, pulled me close and kissed me fiercely, almost violently on the lips. I stepped back gasping. At first I didn't recognize her, she was buried inside a voluminous coat, hat, sunglasses, and a long dark wig, but as soon as she spoke I realized it was her. "I've been waiting to do that for months."
"Annie?" I said dumbly, heart hammering in my chest.
"You need to come with me," she said taking my hand, "there isn't time to explain."
Annie began pulling me along behind her. "Annie, what is going on? What about your father?" I asked. She glared at me and told me to be quiet and try to look natural. She lead me out of the building, across a student square, and toward the Old Library which was closed for renovation. Annie glanced around, and seeing the coast was clear, pushed through the safety fencing and took us in through an unlocked door. "Annie..." I tried again and not yet she told me. We climbed a flight of stairs and walked into a dark, deserted room of library stacks. Annie wound her way through old, empty bookshelves until we reached a darkened corner.
And there the Avatar spoke with a voice like three harmonizing as one.
I don't remember exactly the the Avatar said, only that it spoke convincingly and that it proposed a solution to our problems. A solution that Annie had already agreed with, which is why she snuck away from her bodyguards and fetched me from class. I was nervous about the plan, mostly on behalf of Annie, but she seemed so convinced, how could I deny her?
So we did as the Avatar with three voices instructed. I removed my pants, bent forward and braced myself against a bookshelf. Annie took off her clothing revealing her nubile, compact body, the only time I would see it this way. She smiled shyly and turned her back to me, walking backwards until her butt touched mine. We both gasped as we felt a sudden connection, my anus coupling to hers. I looked over my shoulder and watched, grunting with the odd sensation, as a ring of colon flesh pushed out of my ass and began to writhe and slide up Annie's body, folding her boneless legs over and cinching up around her waist. Annie moaned and made a kind of choked farting noise as her teeth fell out and lips shrank away. Her eyes were shining with lust, amazement, and a little regret as her mouth pulled into a tight circle and pinched into a sphincter. My colon flesh continued to push up Annie's body, cinching around her shoulders and arms and finally around her head and face, leaving only the circle of her sphincter mouth. And then with a surprising violence, the enormous tube of colon flesh extending out of my body retracted, compressing and heaving, until all of it, all of the encased Annie, were inside of me. So that all that was left of Annie was my anus.
Somehow I came, my forgotten cock spattering on the floor. I stumbled and looked around, horrified. This wasn't the plan. "Avatar?" I asked, but the creature was gone. I whimpered in dismay.
But then I felt an alien new sensation, a slipping, muscular knot in my guts that pushed itself out of my ass. I watched in a kind of horrified fascination as my anus pushed out and blindly swung around, swelling and growing. As my prolapsed colon expanded it began to take on human proportions, swelling with hips, a tapered waist, the bulges of breasts, shoulders and a head. The shoulders grew arm length tentacles that coiled and clenched experimentally. The head grew a shaggy mass of short tentacles, like shoulder-length fleshy dreadlocks. The face grew the swell of a nostril-less nose above the pucker of an anus mouth. And finally eyes blinked open, familiar blue eyes. It was Annie.
But it was also clearly my bowels. Annie's mouth was my anus, her breath hot and stinky. Annie didn't have skin, instead her body was sheathed in dark mauve flesh, glistening with mucuous membranes, and slicked with shit. Thin stripes of dimpled connection tissue also ringed her body, marks where the bands of smooth muscle joined. Her hair and tentacle arms looked like intestinal growths more than the body parts they had replaced. Her hips smoothly transitioned into a long, serpentine tube that was rooted inside me, between the cleft of my ass cheeks. She no longer had genitals. Whenever she moved, adjusting her torso or flexing an arm I felt the motion progress from deep inside my body and out along her new body. Annie was just another part of me.
"Annie," I asked, "are you okay?"
She looked at me wide eyed and farted loudly and plaintively.
She sucked in a breath, a strange feeling of cool air blowing into my anus. "David? Oh Demons, I can talk! That's a relief."
"Are you okay?"
Annie reached up with a tentacle and adjusted her "hair". "Of course! I wanted this didn't I? We are together now, we can't be taken apart. I love y...."
I heard footsteps and suddenly Annie was involuntarily sucked back into my body. To all appearances I was normal, just a half naked man with an ordinary anus.
"Oi! You there what're ye doing. Library's closed!" The worker called. He flashed a torch at me, and saw I was half naked. The man chuckled, "Stop for a wank have ye? Ye picked the wrong place for it. But... well, best ye finish up and begone 'fore the foreman catches ye." The man laughed and stomped off, giving me some privacy.
No sooner did the man leave did my bowels heave and my Annie emerge, slithering from a prolapse and growing into her more human proportions. She reached up with tentacle tip and flicked a globule of shit off her face. "It seems," she said, "that this part of the plan is working." She leaned forward and pressed her anus to my mouth in a hungry simulacrum of a kiss. I kissed her back, somehow savouring the hot bitter taste of my own anus.
This was the second element of the Avatar's solution: Annie would be my *secret* anus. When other people or electronic surveillance might see us, Annie would be trapped inside my body as my bowels, to all appearances just an ordinary anus. But when we were alone, only when we were alone, could she emerge into her anthropormorphic form. I also found that I was completely unable to tell anyone anything about Annie. In this way we could be together and escape detection. It might not have been quite what either of us wanted, but we were together and that was something.
"It isn't enough," Annie finally said after watching me take a few thoughtful sips from my wine glass. She stroked my face with the back of a tentacle, smearing shit on my cheek. "You need more from a partner than I can give you."
"Annie," I said sternly, "you are all I need."
Annie farted a raspberry. "David, I can't be seen in public. I can't go for a walk with you, or see a film, or go out for dinner. I can't even eat! I can't meet your friends, your coworkers. We can never start a family..."
I sighed, "I don't care about all of that if it means we get to be together."
"That's sweet," she frowned, anus puckering, "but even if you were to move off to the woods, quit your job, and spend all of your time in seclusion, we'd only be together a few hours a day..." We had learned the hard way that Annie's membranes would dry out if she stayed emerged for more than a couple hours at a time. It was painful for me, but excruciating for her. "You'll always have me, but you need a woman in your life."
"But if I find someone, and we eventually live together you'll spend so much more time trapped inside me. Are you really okay mostly being an anus?"
"You academics work weird hours, we'll see each other plenty. I'm part of you forever. And..." Annie looked a little sheepish. "I'm really starting to enjoy being an anus."
"What? Don't you get bored?"
Annie farted happily. "Being your butthole is actually pretty entertaining! I'm actually your entire digestive tract below the stomach. Which means that I'm responsible for all of your post-gastric digestion, your nutrient absorption, water rentention, and pooping. It's actually really complicated: some people say that there are so many nerves in the gut that it's like a second brain. I think that's where my consciousness is now. So if I don't focus on keeping everything working it doesn't really... I'm actually quite busy in here." She paused and took a long chilly breath. "Remember That string of diarrhea and constipation right after we changed? That was caused by me figuring things out. And those awesome, perfect stools you have now? You're welcome." She smiled and shrugged "It's nice to have a purpose and be good at something like this, especially after years of being kept in a cage by my father."
"And that's ignoring the best parts," Annie said, eyes lidded with lust. "I get to shit now! That feeling of pushing with my whole being, stretched around something hot and warm, something I made just right. Feeling it pinch off in my sphincter leaving the relief of a new emptiness. It's... it's not sexual but it is primally satisfying in the same sort of way. Just... being an anus is very rewarding."
"Pooping is the best part?"
Annie snorted an amused fart. "No, obviously sex is the very best part." I had to agree. Whatever the Avatar had done to us had rewritten our prostate nerves so that they were much more sensitive and centred in Annie's new 'mouth'. This meant that when she was emerged and face fucked me in the image of a blowjob the feeling of penetration was earth shattering for both of us. It also meant that even when Annie was inside me, anal insertion play was hugely satisfying. I still loved the feeling of using my dick, but I was finding anal play the more satisfying part of sex. Fortunately, sex with Annie involved both.
I gave her a filthy look and she swatted me playfully with a tentacle. "Nice try, but we are going to finish talking about this." She leaned against me, circling her tentacles around my shoulders, soiling my shirt with her filth. "So, no I don't get bored being an anus. A lot of the time now, I don't even keep track of what you do when I'm inside. I just kind of be and focus on digesting. I wasn't sure I could handle being inside more, but now I know I can and... well, it would be nice to not have the pressure of trying to be your partner anymore. I'd rather just be your anus and secret lover."
"You wouldn't get jealous of another woman?" I asked.
"At this point, I think I'd be more jealous if you grew a second butthole."
"I can tell you like her," Annie said. "I can feel the spike of adrenaline you get from looking at her, the butterflies you get in... well, me. You’re clearly attracted to her. And I eavesdropped on your dates with her, she seems nice and smart and since she is an anthropologist her life is going to be a good fit for you. If your only reason for not taking things further is me, then you should move past that."
I thought about that. I did like Izzy, and she was beautiful and fun to spend time with. I had no idea if she was another "the one" or anything, but I did like her enough to try and find out. Plus, it had been a long time since I had sex with someone not attached to me... "So you think I should call her back?"
"Yes! Obviously!" Annie almost shouted. "And you should always trust your gut, she's much smarter than you."
"Now," Annie said, slithering down my body and grasping my cock with a tentacle, "with that out of the way we can get to business." She maneuvered her anus-mouth near my cock, her hot, humid breath blowing on my swollen glans."David, just make sure she is open to buttstuff." And she relentlessly pressed my cock into her face to demonstrate why.
"I'm surprised you called me back," she said over coffee.
"I am too."
"Oh really?" She grinned playfully, "and why's that?"
I looked at Isabelle, Izzy, at this brilliant, beautiful woman with warm brown skin, long black hair, and affected glasses; this demonlore anthropologist who winked and smirked through life like it was all a game; this absolutely rad person and smiled. I did really like her. "I'm pretty dumb."
She rolled her eyes. "Okay dumby, but I'll need a better reason than that."
I took a deep breath and blew it out. "It's..." I wasn't sure how much I could say because of the conditions of my transformation. "A couple years ago a woman I was close to disappeared without a trace. We weren't romantically involved, I was tutoring her, but we were really good friends. And... it seemed like it might become more? At least after I stopped teaching her. And when she disappeared it left me... not ready to move on." I smiled a bit weakly, "And I wasn't sure I was ready to put myself back out there. But you are so worth taking the risk for. I really like you."
"Oh, I'm so sorry," Izzy said, "that is a better reason than I was expecting." She smiled, "I'm glad you called me back..."
"I think I hear a 'but' coming," I said. "You also seemed a bit distant on our last outing."
Izzy frowned and fiddled with a lock of hair. "I was starting to ghost a little... But it's not because I don't like you, it's just, well... I'm transformed. I should have told you sooner, but it's kind of private, and I like you and wasn't sure how you'd react."
"Izzy," I said, cutting her off. I was surprised she had a change, she was to all appearances a normal young woman. She had the usual arms and legs, had a vey nice figure, and wore tight clothing. Although, she did favour long flowing skirts... but who was I to worry about someone living with a concealed transformation. "Izzy, what is your change?"
"David, I'm anatomically male." She blushed a little. "It's not like inhuman or anything, just larger than average. I've be told it's kind of streamlined and feminine looking... for a penis."
My guts tingled suddenly with nervous excitement. It seemed Annie was listening. I smiled, "Let's say that's not a dealbreaker."
Izzy bit her finger and frowned. "That's game of you but... the penis is only part of it." She blew out a breath, "I think I also have a mental change. I'm... really into penetration now. Like *really* into it. I mean, I'll take my turn catching and giving blow jobs but... I'm definitely a Top now." Izzy blushed. "David, I really just want to fuck you in the ass."
As Izzy spoke I felt my guts writhe and buck. I squirmed in my chair at the sensation. It seems that Annie approved of the news. "Izzy," I said blushing, "that is something I would be interested in trying."
Izzy blinked and then smiled a decidedly predatory smile. She leaned forward and purred, "Well, I'm definitely glad you called me back then..."