Too Many of Us

I'm rolling on molly as I watch a girl being fucked to death in The Pit below. She's cumming and sicking up violently as Derek works the spit he's fucking her with. I saw him pick it up and slide it into her pussy as she squirmed and shivered so I know how long it is, but she doesn't. She has no idea how deep he is penetrating her but I think she's feeling it as he covers her mouth with his left hand and vomit sprays through his fingers.

She's bucking and cumming, her convulsing belly curling as Derek fucks her deeper and deeper, and I'm almost cumming just watching her. Unlike her, I know how long that spit is and I'm not afraid even though my turn is coming.

This is a better way to go than Kelly and Natalie and all those other doomed girls when this thing started.

In 2020 we thought the pandemic was bad. Then came the variants that mutated year after year making the original look tame. It was the last variant that emerged ten years later, Epsilon D that did in mankind. It only killed three percent of the world population but degraded the Y chromosome in the gene pool to the point that out of twenty babies born only one was male.

No vaccine would stop this one, s Governments around the world responded to save mankind.

Equal rights were trampled as they passed laws to try and reduce the gender imbalance. Laws were enacted against any woman incapable of having a male child.

It was the fault of Epsilon D, but the state blamed women who couldn't bear a male child, and there are too many of us. They allow a few women to bear girls, but mostly keep women who can bear male children as breeders, the rest of us have to go.

I drove my sister Kelly to the clinic for her procedure when she came up pregnant with a girl the third time and got her termination notice.

The line of pregnant girls was long at the clinic, some girls showing, some not. All were scared, some weeping. But they all came to swallow the medicine that would end their pregnancies and them because the alternative was to be hunted by the termination squads and face the brutality of being held down while their bellies were cut open and their wombs and hearts torn out.

The nurses were nice to the girls that day, reassuring them all that it was a painless and arousing experience.

"It's just like going to sleep, sweetie." the Nurse who brought the dose in a plastic cup told Kelly, giving her shoulder a little squeeze.

"We have Room 4 set aside for you for privacy. Swallow it all down and you'll start to feel sleepy in a minute or two and then you'll feel it in your belly. It feels good as it starts to work."

The nurse leaned close and whispered; "All of the girls have orgasms before the end." like it was a special secret between two girls and a little reward for your euthanasia.

Then she winked, "Drink it down now." and smiled as Kelly sipped it and grimaced at the taste.

"Yuck." she said, making a sour face, "But at least I won't suffer."

Then she upended the cup and drank the rest.

Doses of Endal higher than 5 mg cause rapid and extreme uterine cramping, tremor, convulsions, diarrhea, fever, and violent hyper-emesis. We didn't know it at the time but the dose they gave my sister and the other girls in the line at the clinic that day was 100 mg; the effects guaranteed to be rapid and severe.

As I walked Kelly down the hallway toward Room 4, my arm around her shoulders, she began to lose her balance.

"You okay?"

"It's like getting high. Dizzy. Weak." she gasped, then laid a hand on her belly. When I looked down I saw it was plumper than it was that morning.

"How does it feel?"

"... already working ..." she slurred her words, "... feel it working inside ... I'm okay ... I'm okay ..."

As we drew closer to her room we began to hear the girls who went before her; the vomiting, the moaning; the sounds of fear, but also the sounds of sexual pleasure. We got to her room and she opened the door; it was just a bathroom; I don't know why, but I expected a hospital bed.

I helped her inside and closed the door.

"... 'm okay ... 'm okay ..." she murmured as she staggered toward the toilet.

I'd noticed the smells coming down the hallway; hot and humid air saturated with the reek of female arousal and an exotic hormonal smell coming from the bathrooms. It was also then that I heard the girl who'd been dosed just before Kelly in the bathroom across the narrow hall start to whimper.

"I feel sick ..." I heard her complain. It was hitting her hard.

Soon I heard Kelly moan. Her voice grew louder and I grew concerned. This was supposed to be painless, like going to sleep with maybe an orgasm near the end, but she started to sound more and more distressed. When I heard her gasp; "... oh fuck ..." and fart I knew the dose was working hard inside her.

Kelly was still standing but barely. Her legs were shaking as she hunched and her belly undulated. She'd had a bit of a belly bump that morning, but now her abdomen was swelling rapidly as she awkwardly lowered herself to the floor hanging her head over the toilet, her stomach starting to curl.

This wasn't a gentle euthanasia like the government promised; this looked violent. I was helpless to do anything to help her, and could only watch as she gagged and heaved, her stomach convulsing.

I could see that the crotch of her yoga pants were slick with pink milky mucus, she was cumming during the storm inside her belly after all. At least that part wasn't a lie; with the toxin raging inside her causing everything to convulse and expel up her gullet, it also caused intense orgasmic contractions.

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It was less than a minute of vomiting and cumming before she slumped limp to the floor of the bathroom. I touched her flaccid warm body and whispered goodbye, too stunned to cry yet.

When I opened the door the orderlies removed her body.

That was three months ago and now I too have come up pregnant for the third time.

The same law that decreed most women had to abort female fetuses and be aborted themselves on number three, also outlawed any form of birth control. They wanted more babies, but had to keep the boy/girl ratio even.

Having sex became like playing Russian roulette, and I admit there was a morbid thrill in that; if you come up preggers with a boy you're a queen, but getting a girl the third time, you're done, and being done comes a kind of peace that the insanity will soon be over.

There's been a lot of pushback from lobby groups and even some churches about the chemical euthanasia Kelly endured, so the government started issuing licenses to private euthanasia providers.

The rules are simple; the fetus and the host must die during the procedure, how they get there is up the woman and her provider.

Stating that they weren't devoid of compassion, the government also allowed three-strikes women to take the Endal dose at home so long as there was a witness to her taking it and a paramedic declared her and the fetus deceased afterward.

A friend of mine, Natalie, asked if I'd be her witness just after my own period stopped for my third time. Because I had been there with Kelly and wouldn't be shocked by what was going to happen to her, I agreed. When I asked her why she wanting it that way, she said she was an emetophile and had seen vids of convulsing women cumming as they died.

"I have to go, so why not with a friend with me? Letting it all go in one big gush." she laughed and I was surprised at how kinky my meek little friend really was; "I like belly cramping enemas and sicking up, so cumming while all that is happening sounds delicious."

I remembered Kelly, cumming in the clinic bathroom, at least Natalie was doing it at home not in an extermination centre. We waited as Natalie began to sweat and quiver, the hormonal scent from her body becoming the same one I smelled at the clinic. Then, after a couple minutes I saw her grimace.

"Does it hurt?"

"No." she gasped, stroking her belly, "I can feel it working. It's coming on strong."

"Where do you feel it?"

"My uterus, my stomach, my bowels." she said, and laughed, "My pussy, clit, and bumhole."

She closed her eyes and breathed, concentrating on what was happening inside her body and as if on cue we heard her belly rumble and gurgle and she smiled again.

Natalie let out a little giggle, "Oh this is going to be a good one." then bent down, her hands on her knees, her throat working as she swallowed. Reaching behind her, she gripped her bum and squeezed her thigh, pee streaming from her as she started quivering.

She stood up, pulled her sweater off and tossed it, "Oh, here we go." she gasped as her belly started gurgling and she lowered herself to her knees.

She made a little squeaky sound and gasped "cumming ... cumming" and breathed her way though the start of a long orgasm as her stomach convulsed and she started sicking up

I could smell her arousal strong from her as she regurgitated. Even her farts had that hormonal odour I first smelled in the clinic. To help give her more pleasure, I reached between her thighs and massaged her crotch from behind. Her body moved sensually as she savoured the sensations of her stomach curling inside her, her bum wiggling each time she farted.

I couldn't imagine the storm that was rumbling through her belly and convulsing her uterus, and remembering Kelly, I knew it would only get stronger.

When at last Natalie stopped vomiting, she squirmed away from the toilet and her end came fast. Her body was shaking like she was having a seizure, then all at once she slumped on the bathroom floor and stared sightlessly, her bowels still gurgling and popping, her hips still curling as she died.

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I called the paramedic in and he pronounced her and the fetus deceased. Two months later my tests came back - I was carrying a girl for the last time.

A lot of women were broadcasting their mother/child abortions live-streamed in so many creative ways. Like a moth to flame I watched them for hours on end trying to find the method that was right for me. I didn't want to die on a bathroom floor.

Some girls wanted the pain. Some wanted to feel cold steel in their bellies, to feel their guts spilled, their wombs opened and emptied. Like Natalie, others opted for taking the Endal at home and suffered through the extreme vomiting and orgasmic convulsions naked in bed. The wealthy could afford their abortions being long, sexual affairs. But out of all of them, two videos stuck with me.

The first was a black girl on her knees and elbows, being impale-fucked and puking her life away as she was cumming from the deadly penetration. The other was a girl in what looked like a home gym, pushing herself back onto a sharpened steel rod, taking it vaginally, fucking herself on it as the steel penetrated her uterus and belly. She was screaming that she was cumming, her belly undulating, her thighs and bum jiggling as she aborted her fetus and herself. Both girl's deaths were spectacular and intense and I felt a tug deep in my lower belly watching them.

I found what I wanted. I just had to find someone to do it to me.

A girl named Chelsea I worked with sent out a company-wide email one Friday that she had got her termination notice and was going to a club named Zanzibar to be aborted in what she called 'The Pit'. She said her farewells and invited anyone who wanted to come watch. I did.

Zanzibar was a techno dance club where every night was a wild party of excess; throbbing synth music, booze, drugs, and a lot of fucking in the private booths. The Pit turned out to be a small room on the main floor where a euthanist named Derek performed his service to horny doomed girls rolling on drugs.

If you paid for the premium VIP pass you could watch from the second floor, looking down at Derek and whichever girl he was doing.

That Friday night I watched Derek do Chelsea in The Pit.

At first I thought he was sexing her up for the main event by fucking her with a dildo, but afterward I learned it wasn't a regular dildo; it was a tapered and lobed rigid spike and as Derek fucked her with it, Chelsea was crying out in rolling orgasms, and she kept cumming all the way through it, begging for him to push deeper, and when he thrust it deep enough he covered her mouth as she started projectile vomiting while clutching Derek's cock like a lover. He was gut-fucking her and she was cumming like a volcano, her legs wide and her thighs shaking like jello as she did.

I knew what I wanted and now I knew who could do it for me. My termination notice arrived by special post the next day.

Tonight I'm at Zanzibar for my last time and partying hard as I wait for my turn in The Pit. I'm downing creamy drinks until my belly is sloshing, dancing until I am slick with sweat, laughing like a maniac, knowing the night will end with a wet bang. At least for me.

Already high on molly I've watched three other girls being done in The Pit as we all partied ... then a waitress snags my arm on the dance floor, she leans close and yells; "Derek's ready for you, Katey." and the three girls I am dancing with squeal and walk me downstairs to the door of The Pit.

"We're going upstairs to watch!" one of them calls out as Derek ushers me inside. The small booth reeks of sex and vomit.

"You know the drill." Derek says over the music pounding through the walls. I strip down naked, kicking off my shoes, throwing them all in a bin and lay down on the thin mattress; it's still slick and hot from the sweat and pee of the previous girl. Derek lifts a syringe from a little case and pulls the cap off the long needle.

"Heroin and molly." he tells me and ignores the arm I offer him and injects it right into my throat, plunging the drugs directly into my carotid artery. The effect is almost instantaneous and I float backward in bliss.

I can see the girls in the VIP section gazing down from above as I drift with the heroin/molly cocktail. As the sweet feelings flood my body I watch the girls who paid extra so they could watch and listen to me being aborted; flashing lights are like wild halos above them and at times they are indistinct shadows blurred by the lights, but in moments of clarity when the light is just right, their hungry eyes are wide as they watch me squirming below, their expressions ranging from lust to rapt fascination.

One girl is fingering herself with her skirt hitched above her belly bump and I understand her lust and her morbid arousal, because of the ten or so women leering down at me, soon at least nine will be laying on this padded bench as Derek aborts them as well.

I saw their bellies as I partied with them, some already plumping above their crotch. I don't hate them for watching me being aborted, after all I watched my sister die, touched her, felt her intense, sweaty agony as she surrendered to the government's method of euthanasia. I helped Natalie in her own bathroom, and watched from above where those girls are now while other girls experience what I'm experiencing now.

I'm rolling on the drug cocktail and slick with sweat as Derek plays with my body, my nipples puckered and tight as he massages them. It feels like his hand is everywhere and I love it. He presses down on the lump in my uterus, making me feel the sexual energy in my body, wanting to be rid of it.

"Spread your legs." he says and I do, and he slides the lobed thing into my pussy and starts fucking me with it. It's still warm and slick from the last girl.

It feels good. Oh god, it feels so good.

I thought I'd be scared like Kelly was despite bravely trying to hide it, but I'm not. I gaze up into the faces of the girls I'd been partying with just moments ago and I see their delight and lust. One gives me a thumbs-up and I smile. She is one of the girls with a belly bump who hasn't received her termination notice yet, but odds are she will. Odds are she is carrying another girl and will soon be on this mattress with her long legs spread.

Derek has pushed the spit deep inside me and I can feel the pressure in the neck of my cervix, the sharp tip scratching inside my uterus.

"I need to fucking come." I moan and I hear the drugged slurred whine of my voice, "I need to cum."

"Oh fuck." I whimper then gasp as I start to feel the tip stretching my uterus as I squirm, the first narrow lobe opening my cervix wider, "Oh god." It's like birth but in reverse and the heroin and molly are working inside me, building me toward orgasm. I feel my uterus tightening and my pussy along with it.

"I need to cum." I tell him again and stretch my belly by arching my back, "Fu--u-u-ck."

"Fucking cum." Derek tells me as he pushes the squishy lobed dildo deeper, "Fucking cum." and I do, a long quivering orgasm that curls my toes.

"That's it. That's it." he encourages me as he fucks me with the spit and I feel my uterus being stretched deep in my belly, "Good girl. Fucking cum."

It is a long orgasm that makes my body feel liquid and soft, swelling around the lobes dancing in the core of my sex.

"Fucking cum. Fucking cum around it." he says and I feel the pinch in the top of my uterus surrendering to the sharpened tip of the dildo, the lobes making my pussy and womb vibrate as he fucks it into my belly to slither through my bowels.

"Relax around it." he tells me and I do, taking the dildo like I've taken so many cocks, letting my belly accept it as the lobes rumble inside me.

He's fucking me sweetly with longer strokes and my bowels squirm at the impossible sensation of the lobes bumping under my belly button and the tip moving upward toward my stomach. It becomes my entire focus. I'm being fucked to death, but it's not the brutal experience I anticipated, this is like hot sex and I submerge myself in it. I know what comes next and I'm not going to fight it.

"Deeper. There you go. There you go." Derek says as I feel the tickling anticipation of the dildo touching my liquid bloated stomach.

"Fucking cum. Fucking cum." Derek tells me as he pulses the dildo deeper and the tip presses tight against my plump stomach and it lurches and curls inside me. Derek pushes the tip harder and I feel my stomach quiver at the intrusion.

"I feel it. I feel it." Derek tells me.

He can feel my stomach curling through the dildo and he's excited as he takes me all the way through this process toward the end. My stomach clenches hard under the growing pressure and a wash of creamy booze and saliva erupts up my gullet to fill my mouth.

I swallow and cry out as the dildo punctures my stomach and the lobes dance inside my core from my pussy to my quivering stomach and I'm overwhelmed by the sensations of being impale-fucked by Derek's lovely but deadly dildo.

Derek covers my mouth as the booze that had been sloshing in my belly on the dance floor gurgles up my gullet to spew past my lips, I am cumming in waves of intense, gripping ecstasy that I never want to end.

I gasp between heaves, desperate for this to keep going. And Derek doesn't slow as he belly fucks me, allowing me to ride through this exquisite and intense euthanasia while the girls lean out over the railings above to watch every second of my powerful orgasmic end. I am grateful I chose this. Grateful to be the centre of attention in my final moments. Grateful for Derek's talents and the girl's lust.

I'm cumming ... cumming ... cumming ... and just as I think the riot of sensations in my body couldn't get stronger, I feel the tip of the dildo push through my esophageal sphincter and Derek fucks it right up into my gullet to slide up and down in my throat.

I am choking and gagging on it, the lobes rumbling through my core now from my clenching pussy to my convulsing stomach and gullet, my orgasm bursting inside me, overwhelming me with the deepest penetration I've ever experienced - one you can only experience once.

I'm vaguely aware of my heart stuttering. Vaguely aware of the music and the cheering voices of the girls fading. Vaguely aware of floating and my body growing distant as Derek keeps fucking me.

I heave orgasmically one final time, emptying my belly dry as my convulsions fade and I become one less of us ...

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