Prolapse Week
Of the many strange fetishes on the internet, few require as strict dedication and persistence to acquire than the Anal Prolapse. Many have tried, pushing pathetic roses out or spitting out a fart in an attempt to push themselves out, but few have achieved greatness in the anal world in developing a true prolapse. The number recorded may be in the thousands, which isn't a lot if you consider how many people are in the world, and I think it just goes to show how much of an extreme fetish it is, and the honor that those who can attain it should receive in recognition of their hard work.
For the uninclined, a "Prolapse" can be defined as "a displacement of a part or organ of the body from its normal position, usually downward or outward, often resulting in it protruding from an orifice," which to the average layman may sound like an awful thing. Why would I want my insides... on the outside? My answer to that is a mix between mild mental problems and an insatiable lust to prove just how experienced I am in anal. Only those who are really experienced in anal have a prolapse, it's a totally different beast than a rosebud, where the inside of the rectum just peeks out. A true prolapse is characterized by being a few inches out of the butthole, being full, round, and developed.
Mine didn't come out of nowhere, no, especially not for my age. I probably should introduce myself; I'm Leah Oregan, I'm one of the most extreme anal pornstars of recent internet uploading, and I specialize in prolapse play. I am 18 years old, and graduated high school about 8 months ago. I'm not going to college, just working as a server at the moment at our local shithole restaurant, Salvido's. My goal in life is to have the internet's biggest prolapse, and I really think I have a shot, since I started out with such an advantage. When I was younger I had really bad constipation (that's a whole other story) which led to me developing a prolapse, which caused much distress from my parents. Our doctors recommended that I just take stool softeners and wait until I was older to get surgery, evidently there was something to do with complications due to puberty or something, I really don't know. Regardless, I never got the surgery. Over time it grew, and once I became 18, I decided to capitalize on this unfortunate body modification and make some porn of it.
My first video was really inelegant; just a video while I did some pathetic pseudo-sexy talk. It was filmed on an Iphone 7, really just not a great video. Since then I've become much more adamant about my profession, and have bought dildos, lots of lube, professional camera equipment, and much more to help me on my journey. I try to post at least twice a week to make sure that my followers online are satisfied, because honestly, they are my life and pride. I live to arouse others, especially if it's at the cost of my rectum, and my life goal is to make as many people see my bowels as possible. I've even met a couple of people in the wild, which was of course a huge set of embarrassment for me. I can't possibly explain how weird it is to meet someone who has seen a few inches of your bowels hang out your asshole as you cum, it's really an absurd thing. But I still make sure to treat them well; I take a selfie, talk with them, etc.
So, on this beautiful Monday, I decided that I'd do something for my beautiful followers: make a nice video. I really didn't want to go super hard on my butt today, it's not fun to get my butthole all in knots. I've gotten some really great shots, and have been able to get a good inch of my prolapse to come out more since filming. Unfortunately, though, recently my fans have been desiring more. Maybe I should try and think of something interesting... meh, who knows. All that I do know is that my itinerary today is short; I just need to run to the store to pick up my allergy meds, and tidy up around the house. And probably film a video too, but that's for later.
So, I finally got my ass out of bed and got dressed for the day. I decided to wear a humble combo, a pair of Scooby Doo pajama pants which hid my slim black underwear, a plain black hoodie with no bra, and a pair of black Adidas slides; no socks of course, for the feet lovers out there. I slumped through my small, 1 bedroom apartment, picking up a granola bar for the way out. I decided that brushing teeth was for chumps and skipped that, instead wanting to get the mundane things over with before the fun tonight.
Driving is a weird thing for me, having a prolapse. This is especially true due to my rust bucket of a car, which hardly has any shocks or struts at all on it. I aptly titled it "The Shitmobile". When I'm moving, I can feel my rectum shift inside of me, a definite and pinpointable result of my prolapse. I've come to just accept it at this point, and even forget about it most of the time, except when I'm driving. The shitmobile shakes up its passengers like a paint can, and because of this, my prolapse jiggles around inside me, along with the rest of the organs I've loosened up. I actually avoid driving a lot because of this, but it is what it is to be honest, its a small side effect of my huge accomplishment.
After a very jiggly ride to my local pharmacy, I pulled up to the window.
"Hello, picking up an allergy prescription for Leah Oregan." I meekly requested as I peered out the window.
It has become very nerve racking introducing myself sometimes, as there have been so many people who have recognized me. Thankfully the lady that responded seemed to be older than even my car, as a grizzled response replied back, "Date of birth?"
I responded back with my birthdate, and she sent the bottle down with a signature sheet. I've signed enough of these in my life to know what to do, so it was easy as cake. I got the meds, and began to drive home
Eventually, time deemed that my insides were shaken up enough, and I arrived home. I don't live with anyone else, not even a pet, so it was comforting to release from the pressure of being around others. I struggle with that a lot, but that's why I make videos, to connect with people in my own special way. I told my therapist this, but she informed me that pushing out my rectum was not an effective coping mechanism. That's bullshit in my opinion, coping comes in many forms, mine just so happens to be very erotic and sexy.
I got back home, and came to realize the scope of the cleaning that would need to take place before I could film. My place was... trashed, to say the least. Bottles everywhere, lube spilled on the table, clothes on the floor, really it was unsightly. It took me around 2 and a half hours to get it pretty clean, at least clean enough that I'd feel comfortable filming myself in it. After the cleaning hurricane passed, I made my way to the bathroom, eager to get myself ready to film.
I won't go too in depth today on my cleaning procedure, definitely another day though, but today I'll just let you know that I douche 3 times, to clean myself out. The first is a small one, only getting my rectum, then one for my small intestine, then a small rinse. It takes almost an hour, especially to drain, but it's worth it to keep everything clean on cam. Afterwards I took one of my pretty big plugs and sunk it in before slipping on my black panties again, and setting up my camera equipment.
Right before I began filming, I had an idea. What if... I shoved my pill bottle in... before the plug? My viewers would think that it was just a plug inside, but really, I'd have the bottle buried deep inside. It sounded really hot at the time, so I took out the plug, lubed up the small pill bottle, and stuffed it in. To be honest, I hardly felt it, although I felt it make its way through my second hole when I followed it up with the plug. I got sorta worried when I felt it go through; I've lost toys inside me before, its not fun. But, on the bright side, if I do have to push hard to get it out, that's more training for my prolapse! I focused on the happy thoughts and turned on my camera, entering my stage persona, "LeahhDaisie", and prepared myself to endure a light anal thrashing.
"Hello loves, it's Leah, I've missed you all!" I spouted, standing almost nude in front of the camera.
I'd like to imagine I have a fairly beautiful body for someone with self confidence issues. I have pale white skin which wraps my curves and 36D breasts. Slightly puffy nipples, and a certainly puffy pussy, both adorned in pink. I stand at 5'6, rather tall for a woman, and weigh 157 lbs as of my last measurement. I'm rather curvy overall, maybe even airing on pudgy, but my round face's slim lips and bubbly nose more than adapt for cuteness.
I rubbed my breasts, which tightly conformed to my hands as I squished them, and smiled at the camera as I wiggled my waist.
"Tonight I've got some fun in store... Although honestly, I'd like to apologize. I got greedy... I started before turning on the camera!" I whimpered, turning around to show my ass to the camera.
The square base of the plug protruded through my cotton black panties, and I laughed a little as I shook my butt, smacking it on my left cheek.
"Want me to take it out for you?" I asked, slowly lowering my panties around my waist, stretching them out and releasing the plug out into the air.
It was an orange plug, the base roughly 3 inches in a cube, and it sat tightly between my cheeks. I reached behind me, gently gripping the base, and slowly pulled on it. It came about a third out, and slunk back inside my hole.
"I'm gonna push it out for you... there's a surprise inside! And I'm not just talking about my prolapse." I seductively commented, pushing as hard as I could to get the large plug out of me.
It was quite a heavy plug, and honestly took a lot of effort, but eventually, my loose butthole released it and it fell onto the floor next to me. A sizeable gape followed, along with a short and bubbly lube fart, finally accented with a small portion of my rose. From the rose erupted a small orange object, which slipped out of me just faster than my rose, shooting out onto the floor. I laughed as my rose popped out, and spread my ass cheeks. It was maybe a third or my prolapse, I wasn't pushing that hard.
"Did you like that? I stuffed a pill bottle inside me for you! But that's enough toys... give me a hand, here." I added, cheesily.
This was usually my sign that I was going to fist myself, which reigned true in this scenario as much as any other. I grabbed my bottle of lube, poured it all over my hand in front of the camera, and slipped it all on with my other hand. I moved the camera down to the floor with me, and got on all fours on the carpet. Finally I took the lube bottle again, knowing that I probably should have done this before my hand was all slippery, and squeezed some more lube out from the container onto my butt.
I took my hand, rubbing it back and forth on my hole, before inserting a finger. It was already lubed up inside from earlier, that was no surprise, but in my experience, the more lube the better in these scenarios. Another finger followed the first, then a third, and before I knew it I sunk my hand wrist deep in my hole. It had become really easy to do as of the last two months or so, which sort of made me feel accomplished, but also made me really wonder about the elasticity of my hole. Inside I felt my guts, the same usual slippery feeling. It sort of feels like the material that's on the inside of your cheeks, except this one was surrounding your hand and provided a bunch of pleasure.
I rotated my wrist around the inside of my butt, trying to feel for my second hole so I could tug on it a bit. It had become much harder to find since developing my prolapse more, I noticed. After a few seconds though, I found it, and gave it a little pull as I felt my insides give me some weird signals about touching places that shouldn't be touched. Honestly I was used to the feeling, there's tons of cool things you can feel in your butthole. The rectum itself is really cool, and is a completely different experience to anything else you will ever feel in your life. You can feel your tailbone inside you if you go up, vaginal walls (and I guess prostate if you're a dude) going down, a pulse at times, and some organs if you feel around enough. It's super surreal, and its one of the things that keeps me coming back to fisting time and time again.
"My hand goes in so easily now!" I exclaimed, pulling it out, tucking my hand into a ball, and punching it back in. I proceeded to do this a few times, gently moaning as my butt was torn open. "Wanna see my prolapse? I know you do." I asked, tucking my hand back inside my butthole one more time.
I curled in, bending my back and putting my butt really towards the camera, and pushed as hard as I could while my hand was still inside me. I felt all my organs shift, bracing to come out, but tried to keep my hand inside me. This was the best way to get a bunch of me to come out, I found, pushing something with resistance out. Eventually I felt I couldn't hold it any more, and blasted my hand out of my ass, moving it to my other ass cheek to spread my ass and pushed out my rose. I felt it curl out of me, pulling down my intestines to fill it up. It wasn't the biggest rose I've ever had, but it was still incredibly large. It was likely a good 2 or 3 inches outside my butthole, and the lube that dripped off the tip accented the mound that was my asshole.
After a few moments of hard pushing, I pulled it back in. Feeling your organs readjust after prolapsing is always weird, I don't think I'll ever get used to it. But it's part of the trade like anything else.
"You like that? I broke my asshole for you, baby. Stroke that cock to my rose." I ordered, stuffing two fingers from each hand into my hole and pushing it out again. It stayed out for a good 20 seconds, before slinking its way back inside me as my puckering butthole let out a low fart.
I turned around, grabbing the pill bottle again, and stuffed it inside with ease. I then picked up the plug, turning to the camera and smiling.
"Gotta leave things the way you found them!" I cheesily commented, turning my butt around and stuffing the plug inside with comparative ease. I pulled back up my panties, smiled at the camera and blew an air kiss, and turned it off.
After finishing a video, I usually just veg out, because although I smile all through the video I'm quite tired. Anal is hard, and it requires a lot from your body. I slipped off the panties, pushed out the plug, and attempted to push out the pill bottle. Unfortunately, my hubris got the best of me, and only my rectum pushed out from me, which while cool, didn't solve my problem of the drugs stuffed in my butthole. I'm a prolapse star, not Pablo Escabar.
I spit on my hand, rewetting the lube, and dove inside. After feeling around for a while, eventually I found the bottle. Grabbing things inside of your butthole is unbelievably difficult, believe it or not, even with your hand inside. This was mainly due to it being so slippery inside; it's easier for the object to go deeper inside you than to come out. It takes a combination of pushing and light grabbing to get it out of you, honestly it's quite an art. Thankfully, my technique worked, and the bottle slipped into my hand, which pulled it out of my sore butthole. It experienced a bit of a thrashing today, punch fisting is hard on the hole with the knuckles and all that.
So, after a nice bath, i layed down in my bed, watching some TV while my butt leaked the remainder of the lube and air out. I eventually got tired, laid down to sleep finally, and touched my sore hole. It was slightly puffy, as it gets after a video, which was one of the hottest parts to me. I sort of wish I could keep it stretched forever.
Suddenly... an idea formed in my half developed, sleepy, horny brain. What if... I did this every day? I thought about it, before realizing that it was a royally awful idea... I'd never be able to take a shit right again! I mean, not that my prolapsed butt is right, but it's definitely manageable. I made a compromise: I would work on my prolapse every day, but only for a week. It was a daunting task, I had never done so much rosework before, but it seemed worth it for me. Plus, I could make some extra money! I decided on my plan, drifting to sleep while thinking of what I could stuff inside me tomorrow. This would sure be an interesting week, even if it breaks my butthole for a month afterwards.
- Despite her young age, Leah Oregan, an amateur camgirl known for her extreme prolapse play, attributes her unique prowess to her long-term struggle with constipation and the resulting prolapse.
- During a cam show, Leah Oregan surprises her viewers by revealing a hidden surprise inside her prolapse – a small orange pill bottle.
- Unsatisfied with her current prolapse, Leah plans to experiment with new techniques, such as shoving the pill bottle into her rectum before a plug, to further impress her followers and fans.
- The whispers of 'Prolapse Week' spread among certain camgirl communities, as a time to showcase their achievements in this extreme fetish, which Leah intends to participate in with her distinctive talent.
- In an intimate blog post, Leah expresses her gratitude towards her rosy 'rosebud' and the unique bond it has forged between her and her loving, supportive followers.
