I'm pulled away from the red workout outfit by my pushy sneakers, and now I realize they're taking me right into the source of the action--the women's... locker room.By now, the locker room was empty save for a few more of the woman's outfits from the duffle bag--each of them going locker to locker now and bringing other women's clothes to life. My shoes plant themselves as soon as I'm standing in the middle of the locker room, and I'm left to watch more and more clothes filling out to female. I was building,building, and then lost all control, letting out a squeak as the damburst and I flooded his insides with wave after wave of cum. I justkept spasming and firing load after load. I'd never experiencedanything this intense, ever.I looked over my left shoulder at the TV and I saw something that sent ashiver through me. It was a beautiful shemale, buried to the hilt justas I was, looking right at me, a pair of legs draped over her shoulders just as I had. She closed her eyes and. “How are you feeling?”“I’m starting to feel the fullness. No cramping, no discomfort.”“I remember you saying that you shouldn’t administer an enema without knowing what it feels like. Having taken them, I know what it is you’re experiencing.”“So, you’re getting a vicarious thrill out of this?”“I guess I am.”By now I could feel the water under my right ribcage. Looking up at the bag I saw maybe a pint remaining. My belly definitely was getting full. The bag continued to drain until a soft gurgle. ” John said as he went to the door. Seconds later a bellboy was wheeling our suitcase in. I saw him look over to me but he said nothing and went back to pulling the suitcase. John tipped him and he glanced over to me again as he walked out.By the time my eyes got back to John he was starting to take his clothes off then he crawled up the bed between my still spread legs and started making oral love to my pussy. I didn’t know how I was going to survive without that for something like two.