When Chrissy awoke the next day Michael had already left for work. Lizzy was awake and on the love-seat watching TV. Her face was bruised and swollen, but she was alert. She looked up when Chrissy entered the room.

"Hi," she said, extending her hand. "I'm Lizzy."

Chrissy took her hand and shook it. "Chrissy."

"Have a seat." Lizzy offered and scooched over.

"Thanks," Chrissy replied and sat beside her.

The TV was tuned to some banal morning program with interchangeable hosts. They watched in silence for about ten minutes before Lizzy turned the volume down, noting

"There's nothing good on at this hour." Lizzy noted, turning down the volume. She turned to regard Chrissy. "I know most of the girls Michael deals with, but I've never seen you before. Who are you?"

"I’m a friend," Chrissy offered, "from way back before he was in prison."

"Ah," Lizzy replied. "Friend," she made air quotes, "or friend?"

"Both? Neither?" Lizzy replied. "Our past is a bit complicated. How did you meet Michael and why do you know most of his clients?"

Lizzy looked back to the TV, but she wasn't watching it. "When I started here, I thought things would be different, you know?" Chrissy nodded. "I was going to be a star but I needed money to live, after a couple of months of trying and finding that I wasn't really much good at anything else, I was finally offered a role. It wasn't exactly what I was hoping for, but it was time in front of the lens."

"And you just stayed?" Chrissy asked.

Lizzie sneered. "Yes. I liked it so much," she shook her head. "No."

"When you start you think it’ll be just a one-time thing. You need money for food and rent and, like I said, it’s time in front of the lens. The thing is, the money doesn't last and each minute you shoot is a minute of your career a serious director can never know about. It ruins your chances, unless you’re auditioning for some type of related role." Lizzy leaned back on the couch.

"I now know I’m never going to be a star. It’s too late for me," she said. "My face, little known as it is, is still known and that has ruined my chances at serious acting." Lizzy sighed and looked into the middle distance. "Now I have a daughter, Vivian; probably the most significant thing I’ll ever do with my life. I can’t afford to not work. I've given up on my dream of becoming an actress. There’s not a lot of money in porn, not like there used to be, but it’s enough to live on. The internet and amateurs have gutted the industry. Now I just get to deal with the same bullshit as proper actors, but I get fucked figuratively as well as literally."

Lizzy looked back at Chrissy. "So what brings you to the City of Angels?"

"I just ran out of options," Chrissy said. Her mouth curled into a sneer. "Besides, I already have a famous cunt courtesy; thanks in part to Michael."

Lizzy gasped, her eyes grew wide. "You’re the girl; the one from the internet."

"You see? Famous cunt." Chrissy said. She leaned back and stared blankly at the TV. "People think they know me from that video, but they don’t. They know nothing about me, but that doesn't stop them from thinking that I’m some kind of freak," Chrissy continued sourly. "It’s ruined every good thing I had in life. If I move, eventually my neighbours find out who I am. I've had three jobs since I got here a month ago. Every fucking time, the video haunts me. I’m too ashamed to even contact my parents, and my mother did some pretty nasty porn in the nineties."

"Wow, you…" Lizzy started. "I admit, I've seen the video, many times. You’re famous in the industry. There are ladies who would die to do what you've done," that pulled a sarcastic chuckle form Chrissy, "but you don’t want that. This fame was thrust upon you in the vilest way possible. You have to deal with all the shit but you were put here, you come here on your own.

"You’re just a normal woman is a shitty situation."

That felt good to hear. Chrissy’s mood brightened a bit. "I don’t know about entirely normal," she joked.

"Obviously you have a ginormous cunt but otherwise," Lizzy said with a sardonic smile.

Chrissy laughed again. "I have a few medical issues to go with it too."

"Oh yeah," Lizzy asked, "like what?"

Chrissy counted on her fingers. "Well for starters I use whole role of paper towels as a tampon, nobody makes one in my size; I don’t know if I’ll be able to have a baby or not due to the trauma; and walking is all kinds of more difficult because my pelvis never healed properly."

"What do you mean they never healed properly? Lizzy asked. "Was it broken?"

Chrissy shifted. "No, but it came apart. My ribs pulled off my sternum too" Chrissy pulled up the side of her shirt. "Here, take a look." Chrissy dug her fingers into her side and under a rib and pulled. That one rib shifted and swung out a pit, raising a lump under her flesh.

"Holy shit," Lizzy said. She ran a finger along the lump of the out of place bone.

"Yeah, they’re all like that on both sides," Chrissy said, "my pelvis too."

"What?" Lizzy asked.

"The pelvis isn't one bone," Chrissy explained. "The made of several held together with ligaments. The ligament that holds the front of mine together is gone. That’s how Michael was able to fit inside me."

"So what does that mean?" Lizzy asked.

Chrissy thought for a bit about how to describe it. "Okay. You can turn your toes out, right?"

Lizzy snorted. "Of course; everyone can."

"How far?" Chrissy asked. "Probably not more than 90 degrees, and that’s more than most people can." Lizzy nodded. "My pelvis opens up in front. I can turn my toes all the way back and almost towards each other again. Nearly 270 degrees."

"No shit?" Lizzy asked.

"No shit." Chrissy confirmed.

"Can you do it now?" Lizzy asked.

"Ah um, no," she said; "at least not with pants on. Clothes aren't designed to stretch like that."

"Chrissy, we’re both women." Lizzy encouraged her. "We've got the same equipment."

Chrissy shook her head, but she was smiling.

"I bet it’s awesome," Lizzy pressed. "I've never seen anyone do it before. Can anyone verify you can do it? If not, I won’t believe you."

Chrissy chuckled.

"Show me. Showme showmeshowmeshowme please?"

Chrissy bit her bottom lip. She didn't strip in front of near strangers. There was something about Lizzy though. She’d never had this kind of interaction with anyone who knew about her before. She was actually a bit excited that Lizzy wasn't treating her like a freak.

"Come on, it’ll be cool," Lizzy continued. "Show off your talent. Let’s see what you can do."

"Alright." Chrissy relented. "Fine. Yes. I’ll do it." She pushed herself up off the love-seat. "You have to promise that this won’t change anything between us though, alright? I like you. You get me."

"Deal." Lizzy said enthusiastically. Excited, she leaned forwards as Chrissy tucked her thumbs into the waistband of her stretchy pants. Lizzy’s heart was thumping in her chest. Chrissy bent over, pushing her pants and panties down. Her ass was tight and muscled, as were her thighs. "That is a hot ass." Lizzy said, flat out.

Chrissy smiled as she straightened up. She put her hands on her hips and thrust them out to one side. "You think so? Really?" She asked over her shoulder. She had meant it comically, playing on hot ass comment, but it ended up being more alluring than anything.

Lizzy nodded, making Chrissy smile more. "I wish my ass was like that," Lizzy said. "Mine is so flat it may as well not be there."

Chrissy laughed. She stepped out of her pants and undies and turned to face Lizzy. Her carpet glistened. "I assure you, it’s out of necessity more than any desire to have a hot ass," she said. "I have to keep everything tight to keep things in place; otherwise things start to open up."

"I like the hair," Lizzy commented. "There are so many women in the business who just take it all off." Lizzy’s gaze shifted up the Chrissy’s face. "You've obviously taken time to groom yourself. It looks nice."

Chrissy blushed. "Thanks," she said. Lizzy’s compliment seemed sincere. It actually made her proud. It felt good to be proud of something again.

Chrissy lifted her toes off the carpet and pivoted her feet out. When her feet were pointing just about directly away from each other she stopped, putting her toes back down onto the floor. "This is about as far as I can normally go," she said, "but when I relax…" Chrissy let her butt relax a bit. It was hard to do slowly, but she wanted to put on a good display for Lizzy. The front of her pelvis parted, raising lumps above her mons that slid outward as her hips hinged open on her tail bone. Chrissy's butt cleavage got deeper as her hips rolled out, putting more of her cheeks in contact with one another.

To maintain balance Chrissy had to shift her hips forwards, putting her opening vagina on prominent display. The long crevasse parted, opening her insides to the world. Lizzy couldn't help but look into Chrissy's depths. "Holy shit," she breathed.

Chrissy unconsciously grinned. She'd never gotten this kind of reaction before. Before she had been called a freak if she had been called anything before the other person took off. The awe that Lizzy held her in actually made her feel pretty good. With her pelvis open at 45 degrees there was a gap of nearly three inches between the inner edges of Chrissy's labia at their widest.

"That's just the beginning," Chrissy said, "it just get's wider from here."

"That's amazing. Show me your widest," Lizzy demanded.

Chrissy laughed. Never in her memory had anyone asked to see how big she really was between the legs.

Lizzy looked up to Chrissy's face. "What?" she asked, puzzled.

"I've never had someone react positively to being shown this." Chrissy explained. "It's a nice change of pace. Usually things don't go nearly this well."

Lizzy frowned. "Unbelievable. What you're doing right now is spectacular."

Chrissy beamed. "Thanks," she said. "You ain't seen nothing yet." Lizzy's eyes were drawn down again as Chrissy lifted the heel of her left foot off the carpet and twisted her leg on her toe while balancing on her right. Her left heel pushed forwards while her hip opened up. Her stance widened as her heels parted, giving her muscular behind more space to turn in on itself. Soon her left knee faced directly backwards while her heel pointed forwards. Chrissy's hips were at as awkward angle as they didn't open quite straight, they also opened a bit up because they hinged on the curve of her tail bone, leaving Chrissy having to lean back on the one side and try and curve her pelvis underneath her body to maintain her balance. She pushed her opening hip forwards and planted her foot. Carefully, she shifted her weight to her backwards leg and started twisting her right leg out in a similar fashion.

When Chrissy's right heel was safely on the carpet again she paused. Lizzy's mouth was agape, but not as wide and Chrissy's cunt. Chrissy stood with her feet shoulder width apart. Her ass cheeks were squeezed tight together and she was leaning back, relative to the top of her body anyway. Her pelvis was open so much that her hips were nearly touching behind her. In front, her pussy gaped nearly from one side of her body to the other. Her outer labia were just visible on the horizons of her silhouette, separated by nearly a foot and a half of pink, out of which projected her over-sized cervix. There was no crevasse anymore, just a wall of sensitive flesh.

"Jesus," Lizzy breathed. "That's incredible. I can almost see right into your womb."

"Yeah," Chrissy replied. She gripped her hips with her hands to make staying upright easier. "With my giant vagina I got a giant uterus too. Apparently the most of my organs are somewhere between twenty five and fifty percent smaller and more efficient than a normal person's, that's why I have so much room inside me in the first place. My vagina just grew to fill up the space. My doctors don't know why. Apparently I'm just abnormal."

Lizzy nodded, eyes wide. "I just can't believe how big you are." She looked up to Chrissy's face again. "This is incredible. What does it feel like?"

"A little weird," Chrissy replied. "I mean to keep my balance right now it's not like I can lean right back. My back muscles can't support my like this. With the way my hips are twisted it's kind of like leaning to to both sides at the same time, and I use my abs to keep me somewhat upright. My butt cheeks are also pretty smooshed together. Imagine it the outside of your butt cheeks were rubbing one another. That'd feel weird, wouldn't it? I used to think it did."

Lizzy nodded. "Can you walk like that?" she asked.

Chrissy shook her head. "I can kind of shuffle. It's not like my legs are just backwards. They're kind of inside out too." Chrissy dropped one hand to brush her thigh. "Right now I'm touching the outside of my leg, right?" Lizzy nodded. "Well, I feel it on the inside of my thigh. The natural balancing motions just don't work. Maybe with some practice I could."

Lizzy laughed. "That would certainly attract attention; you walking around with your knees bending backwards like a flamingo." Chrissy laughed at the image as well.

When their laughter subsided, Lizzy's gaze dropped back down to Chrissy's exposed sex. She shook her head, "My god, you are nothing but cunt down here." Chrissy wasn't sure how to react. That was a pretty blunt comment, but she didn't think it was meant to be hurtful, just a statement of fact. She knew it wasn't meant to sting when Lizzy followed up with, "I think I'm in love with your pussy."

Chrissy blushed as Lizzy continued. "I meant it's so big. I feel like... I don't know. I just can't believe it even thought I'm seeing it. It's one thing to see you open up on video, even in slow mo'. It's quite another to see it in person."

That statement brought forth something in Chrissy she hadn't felt in a while, pride. That one simple statement, an honest expression of awe, struck a chord within her. "I can keep going," Chrissy said.

Lizzy's eyebrows rose. "You can?"

Chrissy nodded. "Yeah. I can almost make my toes point towards each other, remember?"

"No fucking way," Lizzy said.

Chrissy grinned. "I'll show you." With that, Chrissy lifted the toes of her left foot and started turning them in. She was forced to lean back further on the one side as she felt the remaining ligaments on that side near their maximum stretch. A bulge appeared in front of Chrissy's hips as her leg turned. It grew bigger as she turned her toes further in, making her cervix rise. "What's that?" Lizzy asked, indicating the large lump.

"That is my butt cheek pushing on the back of my vagina." Crissy replied. "My hip is almost backwards."

"That is wild," Lizzy said. "So if I poke you you'd feel it inside your cunt and on your ass?"

"Yup." Chrissy replied. She slid her hand around the side of her hip to better her grip as her pelvis inverted. Chrissy drew in a breath as her hand slid over her labia and she grasped parts which were normally inside her.

Lizzy picked up on Chrissy's quickened breath. "Are you getting off on this?"

Chrissy coloured and lied. "No."

"You totally are." Lizzy said. Chrissy's blush darkened.

"I can't help it," Chrissy said, "If I get touched inside my vagina I get aroused."

Lizzy smiled. "It's okay," she said, "to tell the truth, watching you do this, it's getting me aroused too." Chrissy wasn't exactly sure how she felt about that. "I don't even know why," Lizzy continued. "I've seen some beautiful vaginas in my time in the adult film industry; big, small, hairy, trimmed, shaven, but I've never been as turned on by a pussy as yours." Chrissy turned a darker shade. "Maybe it's because of what you're doing with you legs and your hips... the impossibility of it, but having it happen before my eyes." Lizzy paused. "I'm so goddamn horny right now I might stain Michael's couch."

"Really?" Chrissy asked. Lizzy nodded. "So if I kept going... like so," Chrissy started twisting her right foot, "you might need a towel?" She teased.

"Oh my god." Lizzy said. "You are so fucking mean. Right now I so want to just..." She reached out but stopped short of touching Chrissy.

Chrissy grinned. "You want to touch me?" she asked. Lizzy nodded. Chrissy laughed. "It's strange. I'm feeling pretty horny right now. Doing this, it's never turned me on before."

"Maybe it's because of me." Lizzy suggested. "Maybe you like being able to display this unique talent of yours. I'm certainly enjoying the show."

Chrissy blushed again under Lizzy's intense stare. She just continued to twist her leg until it would turn no further. "There," she said. That's it."

"That is remarkable." Lizzy said. Her eyes never left Chrissy's face.

Chrissy found the change in Lizzy a little unnerving. "So," she said, "that's as far as I-"

"Have you thought about women?" Lizzy asked, interrupting her.

"No." Chrissy said, a bit taken aback. Was Lizzy suggesting what she thought she was? "I don’t swing that way."

"Well, It’s gotta be hard for a guy with you and your unique anatomy." Lizzy pressed. "Talk about throwing a hot-dog down a hallway, right?"

Chrissy's defenses instantly went up. "Being like this isn't easy for me, you know," she said bitterly.

"Woah," Lizzy retreated, holding her hands up. "I never said it was. I just imagine most men feel kind of inadequate in the face of that." Lizzy said, gesturing to Chrissy’s wide open sex. "And I bet you don't feel much of anything with a normal person."

"Yeah," Chrissy said, "and when something does happen everything’s too loose for them or me to feel anything."

"Maybe you just need to use something to step up the size," Lizzy took a breath, "…something like me."

Chrissy was shocked. She hadn't even known this woman twenty four hours ago, and now she wanted to be inside her cunt?

"Think about it, he could fuck me inside of you. It could be like I’m not even there. It would be nice and tight for him and big enough for you. I mean, you’re… wow. I can’t imagine. " Lizzy paused. She got a rueful smile. "I have and admission to make. I've seen the video many many times." Chrissy’s heart dropped, but Lizzy continued. "I never thought I’d get the meet you. You’re fantastic. You’re like an idol to me. I've never heard of anyone who can come close to doing what you can do. I mean, you've had a whole fully grown person inside you. It just blows my mind. For a while I wanted to be you. I wanted to be able to do that. Unfortunately, Mother Nature cursed me with this body of a little girl. No tits to speak of, my vagina is barely large enough for two fingers to fit in there and, I have the opposite problem to you; plenty of videos out there, but nobody knows who I am."

Lizzy was right, she did have a very elfin body. She was a few inches less than five feet tall. Chrissy had almost a foot on her. She definitely didn't have Chrissy’s childbearing hips, or milk production capacity, and she was very slender. Lizzy looked like if someone stuck a reasonable sized cock in her it would show through her belly, but to have someone inside her again. Chrissy wasn't sure.

"You want to be inside me?" She asked.

"Oh god, you have no idea." Lizzy replied. "Ever since I first saw that video what, ten years ago now? At first I didn't know what it was about it. I thought it was size. I'd heard girls bragging about what they'd 'conquered'. After a couple of painful years of  trying to shove bigger and bigger things in me, stretching myself out, it was fun but just wasn't like when I saw the video.

"I've tried submission and even did an abuse porn. Restraints, gang bangs, group sex, sex in public, nothing was right until just now. Now that I've seen you and met you..." Lizzy paused. She bit her lower lip. "You're such a nice person who's unfulfilled in the worst way possible. I want to help you get what you deserve by being thrust into you repeatedly on someone else's dick."

Chrissy opened her mouth to reply but stopped.

There was silence for a bit. Lizzy was nervous. She had never wanted anything so bad in her life as to be up inside Chrissy. She was scared Chrissy would say no.

For her part, Chrissy had never had anyone ask to go inside her before. This was uncharted territory for her. What Lizzy had suggested did make a kind of sense though.

"I'll have to think about it," Chrissy said eventually.

"I'll take it," Lizzy was replied quickly, relieved that there hadn't been a wholesale rejection. "So what do you do during the day?"

"I work," Chrissy replied simply as she started to untwist herself, "and if I don't leave soon I'm going to be late."

That afternoon Chrissy came home sobbing. Michael was home after an early shift and checking on Lizzy who was recovering quite well.

"Yeah. You'll be able to cover the bruises with makeup in a couple of days," Michael said.

"Good. I'm sure my kid is scared." Lizzy said.

"I don't think any serious damage was done," Michael continued. "Take it easy though, no acrobatic stuff, just plain-" he cut off as the door slammed open. Chrissy ran right through the living-room to the bedroom and closed the door. Michael and Lizzy looked at each other surprised. When they heard Chrissy's muffled crying, Michael sighed.

"Someone spread word around her work place," he explained as he got off the couch. Lizzy nodded. "It must have been bad for her to be like this though. I've seen it happen twice already, but she's never cried. She always just kind of shrugged it off."

Michael crossed over to the bedroom door and knocked on it. "Chrissy, are you okay?" he asked, pressing an ear against the door. He heard Chrissy sniffle a couple of times before replying.

"No, I'm not." Another pause. "I'm never going back there again.  They can keep me last paycheque."

Michael got a worried look on his face. Lizzy looked at him questioningly. "I'm going to open the door Chrissy, okay?" Michael asked.

There was a pause before she replied during which time Lizzy stood and crossed the room to stand by Michael. "Okay," Chrissy said.

When the door opened, Chrissy was laying on the bed. Mascara was running down her cheeks from red rimmed eyes. Her hair was a mess, her hose had long runs and tears, and her shirt looked torn. She was laying on her front, pillow clutched under her chest. Lizzy immediately went to her side and started stroking her back.

"What happened?" Michael asked.

"I hate them," Chrissy spat. "Every single one of them."

"What happened?" Michael repeated as he crossed the room and sat on the head of the bed.

Chrissy rolled up onto her side so she could look at the two of them. She laughed bitterly. "Someone found out about my past. Same as always."

"This isn't same as always." Michael said.

Chrissy looked up at him. "You didn't see me for a decade. You don't know what it was like."

"Sit up," Lizzy urged. "Tell us about it. It can't have been as bad as I was a couple of nights ago."

Chrissy snorted but she did push herself up, still clutching the pillow with one arm. Lizzy sat on the opposite side from Michael. "It almost was," she said. She drew a deep breath. "I came back from lunch and everyone, managers included were gathered around a single workstation. The sounds was turned on. I knew what it was the second I heard Kevin's voice.

"I quietly went to my station to pack up my things; to try to leave unnoticed. Someone must have seen me or something though. When I turned around, banker box in hand, a half dozen of them were standing outside my cube." Chrissy shook her head. "They wouldn't let me out unless I showed them."

Lizzy looked at Michael. She could tell by the way he sat unnaturally still; he was storing information for later. He was going to fuck up someone's day.

"I refused naturally," Chrissy continued, "but they would let up. They blocked me in. I froze, having flashbacks to that first night and other times people found out about me. It took someone ripping open my shirt," Chrissy dropped the pillow revealing that her blouse was missing all its buttons, "to snap me back to the present.

"I don't know what came over them. They used to be so nice. Once they saw the video it was like..." Chrissy's lips trembled as her eyes started to tear up again. "It felt like I wasn't a person, just a hole that people wanted to fill. It felt like that night all over again."

Chrissy paused to collect herself while Lizzy soothed her and Michaels face grew more grim. "I dropped my box to hold my shirt closed and fight back. It was all I could do to fend them off as I pushed through. Some of them went after my skirt, I kicked at them, but they still managed to get it half off.

"When I broke through everyone who wasn't involved just looked at me. Nobody even attempted to help. Then I saw that someone had put the slow-mo version on the big office TV." Chrissy had to stop again.

Michael rose to his feet to storm out and down to Chrissy's job. Her hand on his thigh stopped him. "Don't go," she said. "That was bad, but having you go to prison again for me would be worse."

Michael was furious. "Me go to prison? They should be the ones being arrested for what they did to you."

Chrissy shook her head. "The police don't care. Not here, not anywhere."

"Then at least let me beat the shit out of them." Michael insisted.

Chrissy started to cry again. Lizzy looked at Michael and shook her head.

Micheal, his efforts to help rebuffed found his anger multiplying. He needed to vent. He turned and punched the wall next to the door, making a hole in the drywall. Both girls both started. Chrissy started crying harder. Lizzy shot Michael a dirty look.

Michel immediately felt ashamed. He wasn't helping anybody. Lizzy pointed at him then out into the living-room, then went back to making soothing sounds while stroking Chrissy's hair.

Micheal left. In the living-room he tried to sit on the love seat but he couldn't he just kept getting angry. He was a man of action and action needed to be taken. He started pacing, scenarios of payback running through his head, but the people were faceless. He didn't know who they were or what they looked like. Only Chrissy could tell him and she wouldn't right now. His rage was building, he needed to do something or he would go crazy. His hands clenched into fists unconsciously. He felt ready to hit something again when Lizzy came out of the bedroom, closing the door behind her. She was pissed.

"What the fuck what that? She asked in a hushed angry tone.

"I had to do something." Michael replied. "I want to help, but I need more information."

"To do what? Kill someone and go back to jail?" Lizzy eyes were on fire. "There is a woman hurting in there and she needs support, not violence. Violence caused this in the first place."

"Are you blaming me for what happened ten years ago?" Michael asked incredulously.

Lizzy sighed. "No, I'm not going there. It's been dealt with. You can't deny that that's what sparked what happened today though. Part of it is on your shoulders."

Michael flinched. Lizzy was speaking the truth. "I did not do that to her today, and I want to kill the people who did."

"That won't help things," Lizzy said. "She needs you. Right now you are her rock for better or worse. She loves you."

Michael stopped, surprised. "She loves me?" he asked.

Lizzy nodded. "She does, even if she doesn't see it. She can't stand the thought of you going to jail for her. Now go. Leave, do what you need to do to burn off that rage you're feeling, but don't do anything stupid. She needs you in there, but she needs you to be supportive, not a flaming rage monster.

"I'm going to get her a drink and get back in there. She needs you, but not like this," Lizzy said, "I'll do for now. Go sort yourself out and get back here for her."

Michael's anger was subdued by his surprise. Mechanically, he left the apartment and started walking. He was tugged in different directions emotionally: furious at what had happened to Chrissy, euphoric because she loved him. Him, the man that had violated her worse than any other. The man who had destroyed her life. That was the most unbelievable part. He'd always loved her even after she'd sent him to jail. He wasn't sure exactly when it had happened, before that night, during, or after. The fact that she loved him back; it soothed him.

After a half hour Michael found himself back outside his building once again. He was much calmer now; still angry but not smashy angry. He sighed. His heart ached knowing what had happened earlier. He climbed the steps and entered the building.

Inside his apartment Chrissy and Lizzy were sitting on the love-seat. Chrissy had changed into pajamas. She looked up as Michael entered. Her eyes were still red but she wasn't crying anymore.

Lizzy looked at Chrissy. "I have to go," she said, "my kids need me." Chrissy nodded. Lizzy took Chrissy's hand in hers. "If you need anything, anything at all, call me and I'll see what I can do."

Chrissy nodded silently. She spread her arms and the two women hugged. "Thanks for looking out for me today." Chrissy said.

Lizzy scoffed. "Think of it as returning the favor of looking out for me yesterday."

Chrissy gave a sad smile. "A friend in need is a friend indeed," she said sagely. "We both needed each other." She paused before adding, "I'll think about what we talked about this morning, but I'm leaning towards yes."

Lizzy shook her head. "No no, it's too soon. Deal with what you have here first."

"I need something good in my life right now," Chrissy insisted, "and I can think of nothing better to wash away the stains on my memory."

Lizzy looked at Michael. "I'll fill him in." Chrissy added. Lizzy looked back to Chrissy and nodded, a smile coming to her lips.

Michael took the empty spot on the love-seat when Lizzy left. Chrissy leaned against him. A little unsure, Micheal put an arm around her shoulders. Chrissy lifted his other arm up and turned it into a full on hug. "I know you care about me," she said. "Lizzy told me about who you've become. I knew you weren't the same person you were in college, but I didn't know how much you had really changed."

Chrissy pulled back. "At first I didn't trust you, but you've proven to be trustworthy. The sacrifices you've made for me and the way you protected and took care of Lizzy have opened my eyes. When we talked this morning I had a realization, a realization which you re-enforced when you heard what happened to me today. You love me, you really do." She took a deep breath. "And I love you too."

Michael's face broke into a huge smile. Having been told was one thing. Hearing it from Chrissy lips was quite another. He pulled her back in for another hug and met her beautiful lips with his.

"Are you ready for your scene Chrissy?" Lizzy asked.

"I think so. I've never done anything like this before." Chrissy replied from behind a closed door.

"Sure you have," Lizzy replied helpfully, "it just wasn't voluntary before."

Michael smacked her head lightly. "You're not helping," he said. Chrissy did laugh though.

Chrissy opened the door. "So how is this going to work?" she asked. She was dressed in a tweet suit with a short skirt that had a zipper running all they way up the side disguised as a seam, a pink blouse with the top three buttons undone, fishnet stockings held up with garters, and five inch heels. Her hair was done up in a bun. She looked like an attorney coming back from a big case who had stopped to turn tricks for an hour on the way home. Michael gave a wolf whistle.

Chrissy smiled at him and turned, wobbling a little on heels significantly higher than she was accustomed too. "Damn," Michael said. "You need to dress like that more often."

Lizzy shook her head. "Don't get all lovey dovey on me," she said. "We have a movie to shoot. It's going to be just like in the script, Chrissy. You're going to come in and find Michael fucking me. You act shocked and angry, I act embarrassed, Michael acts nonchalant. You come over, to berate him, sit on my face and the rest is the reason people are going to watch."

"You make it sound so simple," Chrissy said.

"It is simple," Lizzy replied, "just remember your lines. We're not after great cinema here, we're making wank fodder."

Chrissy blushed at Lizzy's description. "But what happens after that? That section is blank."

"Just roll with it," Michael said. "I'm sure what ever happen will be great."

Chrissy nodded. "Okay, I'm ready. Let's do this."

Lizzy was lying on her back on the coffee table. Her arms were splayed as were here legs. Michael was pounding away between her thighs. Her slight bare breasts jiggled with each thrust. She moaned and squirmed, playing up the relatively vanilla action. The camera man came in close for a shot of her face. Lizzy started panting like she was getting close. This was all old hat; compared to some of the stuff she had committed to film, this was little more than shaking hands. The camera swing away from Micheal and Lizzy, then the star made her entrance.

The door swung open, and there stood Chrissy. She faltered a bit at seeing Michael and Lizzy which lent an air of realism to the scene. With the camera off the two of them, Micheal and Lizzy waved her in encouragingly before assuming their 'caught' pose. The camera swung back to the two of them. Lizzy had on a looked embarrassed with her feet up on Michaels shoulders, Micheal wore a deer in the headlights look, his cock still embedded within Lizzy mechanically pumping away, hand on her breasts.

Chrissy played the angry woman effectively. "What the fuck is this?" she demanded.

"It's not what it looks like," Michael replied.

"I'm - just - here - to check - the pipes," Lizzy gasped in time with Michael's thrusts as Chrissy approached the two of them.

"It looks like your pipes are getting examined... by my husband." Chrissy declared. She looked up and Michael. "What's wrong with you? Couldn't wait till I got home so you thought you'd plumb the plumber?" Chrissy couldn't keep the smile from her lips at the line.

Michael almost cracked but kept his composure. "Baby, it just happens sometimes," he said.

Chrissy straddled the table, looking down. Lizzy gazed up under Chrissy's skirt. Chrissy long lips were glistening and looking slippery (they should after the half bottle of lube squirted up in there). "She's a plumber," Chrissy said, "how about she check my pipes." And with that she sat on Lizzy's face.

Chrissy's cunt opened effortlessly, her labia separated by the point of Lizzy's nose. It spread messily over Lizzy's forehead, cheeks and chin. Lizzy was thankful for the strawberry flavour of the lube they had used. She had kept her eyes open for the approach, but now that her face was inside Chrissy there was no light. She closed her eyes as Chrissy's lips passed her ears and enjoyed the feeling.

Remembering her part, Lizzy reached up between Chrissy's and Michael, scrabbling at Chrissy's front only to grab the edges of Chrissy's partially unbuttoned blouse and ripped it open more, leaving just a couple of buttons at the bottom.

"Oh, she's feisty." Chrissy cooed. Having something so large inside her felt surprisingly good. Shame had kept Chrissy from pushing her limits in this respect. When it had happened before there had been just shock and pain. Now, here, in a controlled environment, Chrissy was able to feel pleasure; something she hadn't felt in that region for a long time.

Michael's hands left Lizzy's breasts to restrain her hands while Chrissy unzipped her skirt on the side and threw it to the side. With clothes out of the way the camera came in, showing that there was no way that Lizzy's face wasn't inside Chrissy. It went from one side over top where one could see Chrissy's clitoris poking against Lizzy's neck and her bulging pelvis to the other side, then circled around behind her back to its starting point showing that she was in fact making contact with the table all around Lizzy's head.

"Mmmm..." Chrissy moaned. She didn't have to exaggerate much for the camera. This felt good. She unclasped her bra and practically tore it, and her shirt, from her body. Chrissy's nipples were hard as rock. Lizzy could tell Chrissy was really getting into this when she started humping her head.

As Chrissy humped, Michael started pulling her towards him. Lizzy felt the bottom of Chrissy's cunt slipping under the back of her head. "Oh my god, this is really happening," she thought. Between Michales penis thrusting into her and her head entering Chrissy, Lizzy had never been so turned on professionally or privately.  Chrissy's cunt lips were resting on her clavicals, the bottom of her cunt had just engulfed the back of Lizzy's cranium and was now starting down the back her neck as Lizzy's head was forced down towards her chest.

Carmella felt herself spreading over Lizzy's shoulders. Her pelvis opened easily as the lump of Chrissy's head pushed up under her garter belt. Never had she been so completely wanton in her life. It was liberating. "How are those pipes looking little Miss Plummer?" she adlibbed, not just for the benefit of the camera either. She was really getting into the scene.

Micheal's dick was throbbing. He trying his damnedest to not bust a nut and end the scene prematurely. It was a battle hard fought, especially when Lizzy's hands stated to enter Chrissy and Chrissy made her comment. It drove Michael wild. Perhaps he sped up his thrusting a little more. When Chrissy's lips passed over Lizzy's jigging tits and Lizzy pressed out on the walls of her fleshy prison, raising bulges in Chrissy's sides Micheal couldn't help help himself. He felt his balls churning he was coming weather he wanted to or not. He pulled hard on Chrissy's hips and Lizzy slipped right into her, snapping off the garter belt.

Lizzy found it hard, but not impossible to breath inside Chrissy. Her musk was powerful, and lubrication tasty. Chrissy said something, she wasn't sure what, but it didn't matter. Lizzy could feel Chrissy's diaphragm pressing rhythmically against the top of her head from the other side of the back wall of Chrissy's womb. She could feel as orgasm rising within her but held it back, even though it was like trying to keep a large doberman for eating a fresh steak. Like in the script, Lizzy pressed out on Chrissy's sides and stomach, but then things changed. All of a sudden Chrissy was pulled down her body. Chrissy's vertical position forced Lizzy to sit up. Her head pushed against Chrissy's diaphragm, and she could feel Chrissy's sternum on her forehead and Chrissy's thighs resting on her own. Her arousal jumped a notch and she started to loose control. Without thinking, she started to improvise.

Chrissy thew her head back when Micheal pulled her down over Lizzy. Her ribs spread as Lizzy's head entered her chest. She started to pant quickly. A long denied orgasm was coming and it was going to be earth shattering. Lizzy's still somewhat extended hands lifted. Chrissy's flesh folded as her stomach lifted up above her bottom ribs. Lizzy's fingers lead the way as five smaller lumps on the larger ones her hands made. Chrissy's stomach was pressed against and kneaded into her breasts. Chrissy stiffened and a howl escaped her as her world exploded in orgasm. She inside clenched as she rode the wave of pleasure, terrified by it's intensity yet excited by the feelings it arose within her.

Lizzy felt Chrissy constrict on her. A sudden increase in her lubrication made Lizzy ceetain that Chrissy had come, which was good because she could hold off no longer. Her own legs kicked out and her hands clenched as she was taken by orgasm as well. She didn't know if it was lack of oxygen inside Chrissy, or just the fact that she was inside Chrissy, but this was her most intense orgasm to date. She clenched around Michaels member as she writhed within Chrissy.

Micheal's dam burst as Lizzy's ride started. Chrissy was still paralyzed from her orgasm; Lizzy was flopping around inside her, making Chrissy's stomach undulate. Michel felt like a freshly unkinked fire hose. His groin tightened and started to pump. He nearly blacked out as his speed spewed into the condom inside Lizzy inside Chrissy. He swayed forwards over the two women as they both fell back onto the tabletop. He caught himself on the edges to prevent crushing them and slowly withdrew as his output slowed to a trickle.

There was a milky bubble the size of a pingpong ball at the end of the condom when he pulled out. Not even thinking of the camera at this point Michael pulled the condom off, tied a knot in it, and tossed it into the garbage. Chrissy's legs were still twitching, Lizzy was unmoving within her. A faint part of Micheal's brain prompted him, then he remembered the script.

Michael got out from between Lizzy's legs. "Babe," he said, "Let's make sure she gets a full inspection of your pipes." Chrissy nodded lazily.

Michael closed Lizzy's splayed legs and wrapped his arms around her thighs. He lifted her hips off the table and shoved Lizzy further into Chrissy whose head lolled back. The flat of Chrissy's sternum rose between her breasts and her ribs opened up, making her breasts fall more to the sides as a lump rose between them. It was Lizzy's head curling up against the extent of Chrissy's womb as her hips entered Chrissy's. Michael kept pushing, feeding more of Lizzy into Chrissy's cavernous cunt. Chrissy's chest rose as Lizzy curled up, then fell as she started to fold in double and her head and should went back down below Chrissy's ribs.

With just Lizzy's ankles and feet protruding from Chrissy, Michael deviated from the script again. He couldn't resist dragging a finger up the soles of both Lizzy's feet. Chrissy moaned as Lizzy jerked and started thrashing inside her. Lizzy she was horribly ticklish. The violent thrashing inside her, the lumps rising and falling in her belly and sides, there was nothing she could do so soon after an orgasm. Chrissy's sensitivity was still ratcheted up and this new assault pushed her over the edge again.

Chrissy's limbs contracted as another set of more violent waves crashed over her. She felt like she was being tossed in the ocean surf, at the mercy of forces beyond her control, and she liked it. A long wail escaped her mouth as she crested the largest wave yet and she felt something happen to her. Micheal and Lizzy felt it too. Lizzy's feet were pulled from Michael's hands as somehow, Chrissy was able to suck the last of Lizzy inside her.

Michael was speechless. Despite having come not even ten minutes before he was harder than he had ever been before. Chrissy's eyes had rolled back in her head. She was unconscious to the world around her. Inside her though, Lizzy was not. In her thrashing and the surprise suction from Chrissy she's somehow gotten turned over and was on her back. Her head pushed against Chrissy's cunt, parting her lips. Lizzy looked at Michael from Chrissy crotch. Her mouth opened to tell him off about tickling her. As soon as Michael saw Lizzy's lips part, he stuck his dick between them and rammed it down her throat.

Lizzy coughed and gagged but recovered, giving Micheal a deep throat. She wasn't happy about the surprise, but she was a consummate pornographer and went at it with gusto when she saw the camera behind him beneath his swinging ballsack. In less than a minute Micheal had blown a second load in Lizzy's mouth. When he pulled out Lizzy cracked a smile. Semen leaked out the corners of her mouth and dribbled over her cheeks. One stream ran into her eye, the other ran into her hair, then she opened her mouth and it spilled out all over her face.  She held the pose until the red light on the camera turned off.

"And cut!" came the voice of Lizzy's friend Brad. He'd offered to direct when she told him of their plan. The opportunity to direct such a unique act was something he couldn't pass up. "Holy shit you guys, that was amazing," he said. "This is gold."

Lizzy was squeezed her eyes shut. "Ah. Wipe wipe. It burns," she cried. Micheal was right there with a damp cloth, wiping off Lizzy's face and cleaning out here eyes.

"Are you okay?" he asked. "I saw the opportunity and I had to go for it.

"I'm fine, your instinct was good," Lizzy said.

"His instinct was amazing," Brad interjected. "That was a fantastic ending."

Lizzy politely grinned. "I'm sure, now get me out of Chrissy, I need a shower or I'll smell like pussy for a week."

Chrissy didn't move while Michael and Brad extracted Lizzy from her. As soon as Lizzy was out Michel went to Chrissy's head. He was there when she started to stir. Her eyes opened slowly. She couldn't focus on him immediately, but as soon as she did she smiled.

"Hey you," she said.

"Hey, how do you feel?" Michael replied.

"Lovely," she replied. "Fulfilled. Tired. Empty. Where's Lizzy?"

"She's taking a shower." Michael answered. He looked down at Chrissy and planted a kiss on her forehead. "You were amazing," he said.

Chrissy blushed. "I wasn't that good."

Michael shook his head "You were the best I've ever seen."

The video, dubbed "Plumbing her Depths", made a large splash upon release. It quickly became one of the most purchased and pirated films of the year. Very low production costs, digital distribution, word of mouth, and a community voracious for real examples of an impossible act combined to form a perfect storm of money flooding into the accounts of the Michael, Lizzy, and most of all Chrissy. The bond forged between the three of them grew and blossomed into a less than normal marital and living arrangement, with the occasional bizarre sleeping arrangement thrown in within a couple of years. Continued royalties meant that work didn't need to be taken unless desired to maintain a comfortable yet not extravagant lifestyle.

Chrissy’s mother user her contacts in the industry to track her down. They had a bittersweet reunion. Chrissy’s mom was just happy that her daughter had found a way to be happy in life. They kept in touch and visited each other semi regularly after that. The comfort this brought Chrissy was immense and sparked her to reach out to Michael’s family who were less open minded. His parents were not receptive, but she was able to convince his sister to forgive him and to come out for a surprise visit. Seeing Michael so happy made her happy.

After a few years of reclusively living away from the spotlight another movie was produced to great fanfare. With a larger budget, better production was possible and a substantial fan base ate it up. Despite several attempts, nobody was able to duplicate Chrissy's feat; though a couple did manage to get the 4’6" husband's head inside his 6’8" wife's vagina with a large amount of lubrication and and muscle relaxants, that was the closest anyone came.

Chrissy, now in a good place and at terms with her body, focused on making herself happy. She never expected the root of the worst part of her life to also be the path to happiness. Through practice, by the time her third movie was released, seven years after the first, she was able to have both Micheal and Lizzy within her at the same time.

All in all, six films were released in almost two decades. Each movie had Chrissy taking in something larger than the one before. After the final movie that required a medium sized weather balloon, they all retired. Lizzy's daughter took up the family business, becoming a rising star in her own right. From time to time the now famously recluse porn family could all be seen camping together, Chrissy sleeping naked under the stars with her pillow, Michael, Lizzy, and Vivian all sleeping comfortably inside her.