My Ovaries!

2L Diet Shitposting

It was your average, 93.9°C (201°F) day in Brisbane, Australia, your throat was a little parched, but you were stuck in a class until 5 P.M., you watched the clock tick, it drew closer to the end of class. Your tongue longed for a sweet, quenching taste of a soft drink, you felt beads of swear run down your back as you thought of the pleasures that were soon to fill your esophagus.

As soon as you were dismissed from your class, you made your way to Coles, spotting the occasional homeless man jacking off, it made you wish you were at home doing the same, but you had a mission to complete. You needed that soft drink.

The Coles you were going to was now in sight, not many people were there, which did not surprise you, everybody was home enjoying their air conditioning, you walked through the sliding glass doors. Breathing in the contemporary, raw, virginal air through your nostrils.

You made your way to an employee, he was short, but buff, his lips were thin, his hair was whispy, and his eyes were bright. You shyly asked him where the soft drinks were kept. He laughed to himself and said "You won't believe me when I say this, but uh someone came through and spilled them all over place, I'll show you where we keep it though.". You followed him, confused, but still curious. When you reached the isle, you were in awe with what you saw. It was like a giant orgy of soft drinks on the ground that you had to get with, you started pulling your shirt off, the worker stopped you and said "Uh what are you doing there, son?" As he flashed his teeth, grimacing.

You blushed and just stood there, it was pretty awkward. The worker then proceeded to say "Not without me, baby." As he grabbed you and slammed you against the shelf. Biting at your ear and whispering seductive things like "Mm large lad, I wanna ram this remaining bottle of diet coke in your asshole, mister...".
You looked up at him with pleading brown eyes, he reached towards the two liter bottle of diet coke, and unscrewed it with his big, meaty claws, the sound of the pressure within the bottle releasing was pleasureful, soon to be the same with this extreme sexual tension building up between the two of you.

The sexy beast started stripping your clothing off of you, making you a bit anxious, he demanded you to lay down on your back, in the missionary position, so he could get you all lubed up. You complied, the worker took off his shoe and started splashing you with the spilled soda, he got it all over your body and started massaging it into your skin, by this time you were drooling, he grabbed the bottle of open soda and held it up to your anus, before he rammed it into you, he scratched your tummy and said "Who's a good boy?!" Right after that he started ramming it into you, juices flowing and spurting all over the place, going deeper and pumping more into you the further the bottle went, small blood vessels in your anus were breaking, causing blood to start pouring out of your asshole, mixing with the diet coke, it became a thick black goo oozing out of your anus, squeezing past the bottle that was still being thrusted inside of your anus at a quickening rate.

The worker was becoming sweaty, he started grunting like a swine giving birth, but it was sexy, even through the pain, you felt a sense of love, that someone was willing to shove your favorite thing inside of you and explore your halls, you wanted to call him "Dora the Explorer", but instead the sentence came out something like "I'm quaking inside of my skin as you awaken my every hormone, my big titty sucking prince!"
He gazed into your eyes and said "Oh yeah, you like that don't you, you little skank." The pounding of the bottle seemed to go on forever. Until you heard people walking, quickly the worker pulled out of your anus, both Naruto screaming, and running away at a super sonic pace, leaving you there, bleeding, but pleased.

   Just as your luck had played out, it was the ACT, you still hadn't gotten your sweet slurp of ground soda, but before you could get that delightful slurp, you found yourself in the back of a police car, alone and scared, not knowing what to do.

For days after the incident, and multiple charges later, you could feel the diet soda dripping out of your anus, and ever since that moment, you've never gone to another Coles.