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Fan Fiction Friday: The Other Story


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?It’s here, and I’m sad. I’m sad that I lost my temper last week and promised to run The Other Story, sad that virtually none of you believe me when I say it goes too far, that the story will likely — almost hopefully — never be topped in future FFFs. No one wins with The Other Story. We just all lose. Now, there’s a few things you need to know about The Other Story before I run it:

? I’m not doing any asides or funny pictures. None.
? The story has major line breaks in every sentence, and I’m not fixing them.
? I’m not even printing The Other Story’s real title on the front page.

Why? Because it is that bad. Not only do I want people to be able to avoid even the title — and god help you, if any one FFF made you uncomfortable, do not read this — I don’t want to read it again. I read it once, and never fucking again. For those who think they want to read it, or those who just want to read the comments, I will be creating huge gaps before and after the story so that people can change their minds and post/read comments without ever having to read a word, assuming they scroll down fast enough.

This is it, folks. No going back. Even those you asked and begged and insulted me, I’m sorry I gave in. May god have mercy on our souls.


The Other Story stars Videl, a character from Dragonball Z. This is her:

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?In DBZ, Videl dates and eventually marries Goku’s first kid Gohan. This does not matter even slightly, as there’s nothing even slightly intrinsic to Dragonball Z in what you’re about to read. I just wanted you to be able to put a face to the name.

The author was someone named Bean Daddy, who apparently never wrote another fan fic. This may be a crack fic, but I think once you read it you’ll see that it doesn’t matter, because it still exists. The author still had to imagine this story, then write it down. There’s no amount of irony or humorous intentions that make this story okay. Also, someone did send this fic to me, but I’m not going to name names.

Okay. You’ve made your choice, but it’s not too late. Remember, after the title will be a large jump, so you don’t have to read the story if you change your mind. And for those who are reading this but want to skip the story, just keep scrolling down past the quoted text and then the next big space, so you can get to the comments safely.

The title is this:

“How Videl Discovered Her Abortion Fetish”







Videl was a 18-year old, good-looking girl with long
legs
and short, black hair. Se had a boyfriend and a fairly
normal sex life,
meaning she had sex with him usually
every day. He was boy number two in
her life and so far
she had used the pill as contraception
successfully.
So she was not too interested in the subject of
abortion
except she was pro choice but rather in a
theoretical manner. Of course,
would she get pregnant she
would know where and how to obtain an abortion.
It is
legal in Japan up to 12 weeks on demand and in
neighbouring
Thailand nobody will ask any question up to 22
weeks and in some clinics 28
weeks (not exactly legal,
but openly tolerated). So she didn’t
bother.

It
was on a July-weekend in Osaka when she dropped
by in a bookshop and had a
look at the “women’s corner”,
where everything from the latest
diet to sex tips was the trade
of the day. She opened a book on sexual
self-determination and
somehow she took some time to have a look at the
chapter dealing with
abortion. The different techniques from suction
over
dilation and curettage, dilation and evacuation or intact
extraction,
saline abortion and even caesarean abortion were
laid out in graphic detail
and some of the pictures
really caught her attention. Although some of the
photos
of inserted forceps pulling out foetal body parts
looked pretty
disturbing on first sight, a nge
nge
fascination made Videl virtually
stare at them. She made
sure nobody could look over her shoulders seeing
what
she was reading and looking at and started to absorb
every little
detail the book could provide. She
bought it and went to her Hotel. Reading
over the
chapter she came to the second chapter on abortion, the
title
of which nearly stopped her breathing: “Are
abortions fun?”

She
had always thought of abortion
as a necessary evil and a right that women
should be
able to exercise without being questioned, but
thinking of
them as something enjoyable did never come to
her mind. Nevertheless she
started wondering whether
her own morbid interest in reading the stuff did
not
have the same undercurrent feeling that the books
author laid out
on the pages in front of her eyes. talktalked about
breaking the taboo of
killing the unborn
foetus and about the sexual arousal and the feeling
of
helplessness women experienced lying on the abortion table
that
contributed to it. It also reported many women
obtaining the procedure
enjoyed the feeling of being
emptied, the contraction of the uterus in the
process of
the vacuum suction and going with it a sexual arousal
that
in many instances lead to climactic orgiastic
experiences for them.

Videl
did not know how long
had had been reading the intricate and delicate
details
of the descriptions dealing with abortion
experiences from 5 weeks
gestation to 39, when her boyfriend
knocked at her door and wanted to come
in. Nervously she
closed the book and put it into her luggage. She did
not
want Gohan to see what she was reading, being afraid
he would laugh
at her. When she stood up to go to
the room’s door she realised her slip
was soaking
wet. It was in fact so wet one could hear her pussy’s
lips
swamp on every step she made; or so it seemed to
her.

“I am
with you in a minute, Gohan, just let me
finish my toilette please”,
she called out. She had to
change her slip or else; she was afraid he would
hear
that wet sound from her pussy’s lips and wonder why
that was the
case. She jumped into the bathroom, cleaned her
dripping pussy with a paper
hanky and got a fresh slip. As
she stepped into her room again he sight
fell on her
bag, which contained the book, that had captured so
much of
her attention this afternoon. She experienced
a slight shiver thinkingthe
the pictures showing
the insertion of forceps, vacuum tubes, sharp
bladed
curettes and dilators into other women’s vaginas. She knew
she
wanted to know more about this. No, she wanted to
know all about this. She
would go to every little
bookshop in town and surf the web in every little
corner
to learn everything about abortion and the pleasures
it provided
to those knowing.

“Hi, Gohan”,
“Hi, Videl”.
Their hallo was short and informal.
Videl was aroused from what she just
had consumed and
decided she needed satisfaction immediately. “I want
you
to fuck me here and now, Gohan, she moaned” and
before he knew
what was happening to him she had opened
his pants, pulled them down and
with hands knowing
how to handle him she made him ready in a moment.
She
got off her slip, pulled up her skirt and while
laying down on the
desk in front of the bed she opened
up her legs and pulled him into her
soaking wet
vagina. She closed her eyes as he penetrated her deeply.
“Why
does this fuckin’ desk not have stirrups or
knee rests?” she wondered
silently while the pumping movements
they both made raised her orgasm very
fast to her
first climax. She had her eyes still closed and in her
imagination
she was lying on a surgical table in a clinic.
Her legs opened and up in
the air, the doctor would
enter the room, insert a large tube, penetrate
her with
it and suction a foetus out of her wide opened
cavity.

The
imagination of receiving an abortion heightened
her sexual feelings once
more and as she came again
she could not suppress a whisper saying
“suck it,
please, suck it out”. Gohan was too busy with his
own
orgasm to register she had said anything that didn’t
make sense to
him. With a loud breathing he ejaculated
into her and as they both came
Vids cos convulsively
contracting cervical muscle suctioned his warm sperm
into her
uterus and up into her ovaries where they happened to
meet the
result of Videl forgetting to take the pill
that morning.

“Ohhh,
yessss, that was so good,
I just needed that right now” she said
ohanohan
when he pulled out of her and a stream of liquid, a
mixture of
sperm and her own wetness, flowed out of her
vagina onto the carpet next to
the desk. Gohan was
puzzled: “I didn’t know you were a fan of
quickies, but I
have to admit, it was a nice surprise. We could to
that
more often.” “Yes, Gohan, I think we
should”.

Back
home in Tokyo, Videl had a good time. Having
Sex with Gohan was still good,
though she had an
adventure with a good looking guy from the Capsule
Corporation,
whom she loved to fuck in dangerous
places. In general she
had developed a sense for
“dangerous situations” and used them as
a turn on. So
Gohan provided her “bread and butter” sex, and
Vegeta was
her little in-between-excitement. But with both guys
she had
used her new imagination about having an
abortion as a way to increase her
orgiastic pleasure. She
had searched the web for information on it, but
what
she had found so far was off pretty little value,
either in terms
of information or in terms of turn
on.

It was early October when
she somehow felt unease
over her current relationships with the two guys.
She
was still using the pill, but recently she had felt
some sickness
when getting up in the morning. Maybe
she should consult a doctor and
exchange the chemical
contraceptive she was using for another one. She
would go on
Friday next week.

“Young lady, I am afraid
changing the
contraceptive is not exactly what I can prescribe to you
right
now”, her gynaecologist explained to her. “You are 16
weeks
pregnant. You are not prepared for that news, are
you?”

“No,
I am not”, she replied, “but nowadays that should
not be a
problem, should it?” “Well, here in Japan
you need a reason such
as health grounds for an
abortion after 12 weeks, but a friend of mine, a
Japanese
gynaecologist, is running a facility in Bangkok. They are
providing
abortion services up to 22 weeks on demand, up to
36 weeks if there is a
health problem whatsoever. Do
you want the address?”

“Yes
please”, Videl
said and on her way back to her apartment she
started
to get excited already thinking of the prospect to
have
something in real life that was theoretical or
fantasy up to now. Arriving
at home she immediately
called the clinic in Bangkok. “You are 16
weeks
pregnant, you said?” “Yes, exactly.” “That won’t
be any
problem. We can offer you an appointment next Friday. The
size
of your pregnancy will not require you stay
overnight, but we can to that
on a “walk in walk out” basis.
“Can I stay awake during the
procedure?” Videl
wanted to know. She had been thinking about it and
found
out she had developed a real fetish for having an
abortion and it
was clear she could only hope for the joy
promised in that book if she was
not asleep when the
doctor exterminated her foetus. “No problem, that
is
your personal choice” was the answer she had hoped
for.

She
took the plane to Bangkok and was lucky to have
a sunshiny day when she
arrived. The clinic was
only a two-minute walk from the airport and her
first
impression was “oh this is a very large clinic. How many
abortions
do they perform here?” The leaflet she got at the
reception answered
her question: 50 abortions everyday,
Saturday and Sunday service included,
18.500 every year
since 1985. Many patients were women with jobs, so
having
their abortion on the weekend was just a
convenient thing for them. The
nurse at the reception did
all the paperwork, billed 450 Dollars on her
Amex and
brought her directly to the ObGyn, where the abortion
team of
a doctor and another nurse was already
preparing the instruments for her
procedure. She had
the documents with her pre-exam from her
gynaecologist
in Tokyo with her and all she had to do before
she could obtain her
abortion was an ultrasound. She
laid down on the abortion table and the
nurse inserted
the ultrasound device into her vagina. It confirmed
she
was 5 months pregnant. So she was two weeks
longer with foetus than she
initially had heard in
Tokyo. Your foetus is comparatively large for a
five
months pregnancy, but we have techniques to deal with
that, so
don’t worry, the abortion doctor explained to
her. ?As this is your first
abon, on, I will explain
everything to you before we start. We will start
with the
termination by dilating your cervix carefully inserting steel
rods
and soften the muscle with an injection of
laineaine and prostaglandine. I
will then insert a suction
canula of about 2 inches diameter into your
uterus and
remove the foetal limbs, the intestines and the brain by
suction.
The head and the body will be crushed and removed
by forceps, the placenta
will be scraped out using a
sharp curette. At the end another suction
session will
complete the abortion and your unwanted pregnancy will be
over.”

“How
can you know this is unwanted?” Videl thought.
“I need to be
pregnant to have an abortion, and ever
since reading that book I have
wanted to get
one.” “so please move your pelvis down a little
bit. It
is necessary to place your vagina just above the
steel bowl
attached to the lower end of the abortion
table, so that the tissue we
remove from your uterus
directly falls into it when it slips out through
the
speculum. Now put your legs into the knee rests, open up
please and
relax, it won’t hurt a bit”.

Videl started to feel the excitement
she had experienced when
she read the book in the Osaka store for the
first
time. She was pretty sure she could answer that
question already.
“Are abortions fun?” “You bet, she
thought, this is going to
be the orgasm of my life”. When
the doctor inserted the speculum into
her vagina she
felt like being penetrated with a large dildo. Her
vaginal
muscles contracted and she took a deep breath in
her shivering arousal. In
her fantasy she went ahead
and already imagined the forceps and the suction
tube
inside of her taking care of the foetus. After injecting
the
lidocaine and some prostaglandine the abortionist
inserted the dilator rods
into her cervix and carefully
stretched and widened it. The opening in her
cervix was
soon stretched to 2 inches. The doctor could now
insert a
sound to measure the exact size of the uterus
and decide which forceps to
use for dismembering the
foetal tissue. Her uterus was already more than
10
inches deep behind the cervical opening. The abortionist
decided he
would stretch the cervix to 4 inches using a
new tool that could be
inserted and expanded
uniformly like a camera shutter. He inserted it
and
expanded the cervix slowly and stepwise until he had
reached 4.5
inches to compensate for the expected
contraction when he took the device
out again.

Videl could hardly stop her pelvis from making
circular
movements meanwhile. In her imagination she was patient and
abortionist
at the same , cu, cutting the foetus into pieces
and pulling them out of
the open speculum before
placing the lacerated limbs into the waste bin
under the
abortion table. Her vagina started to contract and hold
the
speculum under tension. She was so excited now
she was about to come. When
the nurse told her the
doctor would now start to insert the canula for
the
first session of suction curettage she climaxed the
first time. As
she came moaning and groaning her cervix
convulsed visibly. The doctor
inserted the suction machine
and switched it on. He inserted the tongs of
age
ge
forceps-scissors and cut of the limbs off the foetus. He
than
moved the tip of the suction canula directly to the
amputated
limbs and sucked them out of the uterus into the
steel bowl between Videl’s
legs. He then cut off the
umbilical cord and started opening the foetal
body with a
pointed pair of scissors to insert the suction tube into
the
foetus. A few seconds later the intestines were
spit into the steel bowl
and only the emptied torso,
the skull and the placenta were still
inside
Videl’s slightly swollen belly. “We call this
procedure a
scrap suction. We use it, when the foetus is
small enough to be removed by
suction, but too large
and the tissue to tough to be dismembered by
the
pressure of the suction machine”, the nurse explained.
Videl
could feel how the flow of foetal tissue was
vacuumed out of her and the
orgiastic feeling rose again
until the wave of contractions gave her
another climax.
As she came her uterus compressed and pushed the
suction
tube out through the cervical canal. To the
doctor this was a familiar
phenomenon. He knew that many
of his patients had orgasms during the
suction
procedure and he never used a pointed canula because of
this so
as to avoid wounding the uterus when his
patients reached a climax. He
reinserted the tube and
began crushing the head and the torso with a
flat-blade
forceps. Again the shredded pieces were suctioned out as
he
cut them from the foetus and to pieces and the
steel bowl was filled with
the abortion product.
Videl knew that most her foetus was now removed
from
her womb and that in the process it had been
exterminated. She asked the
nurse not to throw it away as she
wanted to see the remains when the
procedure was over.
She assumed it could give her another kick. The
doctor
had completed the scrap-suction and inserted a
long curette to cut the
placenta off the uterine walls
and scrap it out through the opened vagina,
where it
dropped into the steel bowl with the aborted foetus. A
last
session of suction to clean her out and the
abortion was over. During the
whole 40 minutes of the
termination Videl came three times. She now knew
exactly
what the book she found in the Osaka bookstore was
talking
about. This was an experience she would want to
repeat.

As she
relaxed herself on the abortion
table the shredded pieces of the aborted
foetus lay in
the steel bowl placed under the lower end of the
table
between the knee rests. “We will now reassemble it
to check everything
has been completely removed from
your womb. After that your abortion will
be over and
done. Your may relax for an hour or two in a room
provided
here at the clinic before you leave. We hope you
enjoyed our service”,
the nurse said to her. “Can
I see it?” Videl asked the nurse.
“Of course,
here it is”, she replied. Videl tried to
identify
the foetal body parts, but only the skull and some of
the
limbs were still visible, as the other parts were
buried under a bloody
soup of placenta tissue and a pulp
of squashed foetal organs. A last shiver
went down
her spine looking at the foetus she had aborted
before the
remains were brought to the waste
bin.

Videl left the clinic and
programmed the reception’s
number into her cell phones memory. She knew she
would
use it again.