Little note: I plan to write more chapters, but would incorporate your suggestions.

Government advertisement: (Pictures of people, mostly women outside of government facilities are shown) The skyrocketing debt in our population, especially in women, the sexual frustration of many young men and the high numbers of violent crimes have brought us our newest social security program.(A plastic, but sturdy looking pot is shown. It has a door that you put money in to open it, on the side is a vending maschine with condoms and sex toys) Porta-Fucky. Similar to common Porta- Potties these light weight contraptions can be contributed everywhere, used by everyone and after that simply recollected. (A video of a truck hauling twelve or more of those pots are shown) They combine comfort and fun for the user (smiling good-looking man) with maximum safety and anonymity for the used (happy woman with big boobs). They come in four different forms, wich make as much of the useable bodyparts available, while also hidding the identity of the human inside.(One is just the head in a hood and the breasts, one is just the ass and the legs folded back into the maschine, one is bottom till the belly button out on a platform, with the legs pulled far apart, the head is hidden insidd, in the last the belly, the legs and arms are all inside the pot, the rest is made usable, each kind is shortly shown). They can be adapted to the wishes of the one inside. Try the ones near you today. From the Inside and the outside.

Lena starres at the TV as the ad startes over again. The TV distorting the happy voice a little, so it sounds more snarly. Like the last bit isn't a suggestion, but an order. She frowned. For her it nearly was an order. Her last work had fired her for not being nice enough to customers, after one started to creep her out. Turned out it was the son of the boss. He called everyone who would hire and told them she was unstable. After that no one wanted to hire her. And than last week her landlord increased the rent. It wasn't really as if she had a choice. Most government programs nowadays wanted to see that you tried everything else and when she asked for help, they said that a good looking girl like her should try the Porta- Fucky. So now she sits in a lobby and starres at the TV showing the same ad again and again.

Suddenly her name is called. Slowly she stands up and walkes to the front desk. The woman behind it lookes at her with something that could be pity. "Please go to room 451 just down the hall. On the right hand side." Lena noddes.

The room she enteres is painted white and has a couche and a armchair inside, a little table and a cabinet complete the room. The furniture is also white. A tall lady with a tight bun sits in the armchair with a white clipboard on her knees. "Hi I'm Stacy.", she starts introducing herself, "As I see that this is the first time you're here, I'll help you to get ready. Please start undressing yourself." "Shouldn't we fill out some sort of consent form first?!", Lena asks. Stacy holds up the clipboard: "I'll do that while you get ready. Are you okay with oral sex?" Lena exhaled. "Yes." "Vaginal? We give you something so you can't get pregnant. But most people use condoms anyways." "No." "Anal?" "No" Stacy rubbes her head and lookes at Lena who just undid her bra. Stacy points at her big bouncy breasts. " Your tits are big enough for this, but people can be really rough with them I would advise against just using your throat that would put you at service in an unsave environment, because those pots are the safest, so our bosses think they can be placed anywhere." "What do you do against Illnesses?" "You don't know? We coat your insides with a latex, that keeps you safe." Lena shrugs, as she pulls her panties over her big butt. "Okay. Vaginal sex is fine. But no anal." Stacy smiles brightly. "We will make sure that no one uses your ass."

After that Lena is hushed into the bathroom. Stacy shows her the shaving supplies and the enema. "I opted out of anal sex.", Lena protest. "You'll be in that pot for a whole day, without breaks. So you should prevent wanting to go to the toilet."

As Lena enters the room again a hood waits on the table. Besides it lays a tube. "12 hour glue", Stacy explains, "It'll turn soft again after twelve hours. But before that the hood is hold tight to your head. You'll not see anything and you can control what you hear with your fingers. There will be a touch pat on your finger tips. Other than that, you can choose if you want to lay down on your back or your front. I would advise front, to make insertion easier." Lenas throat is extremely try, so she just noddes. "We will now begin with the hood." Stacy coats the inside of the hood with glue and pulls it over Lenas head. From one moment to the next all noices and all light is gone. Lena feels the cold glue slide over her face as Stacy pulls a zipper shut. Than she hears Stacys voice in her ear. "I'll lead you into your pot for today. We'll secure you and than one of our medical staff will place the latex coating. After that we'll enter a sort of tube into your throat, so oral sex will be easier and you'll be unable to vomit if it gets to much."

Lena follows Stacys lead till she feels cold tiles under her feet. Than she can feel cold plastic in front of her. "This is your pot. Please get on all fours and get inside." The floor is even more cold on her newly shaved legs and she inhales sharply. The inside of the pot is coated with some sort of soft fabric and the holes through which Stacy leads her head, hind and legs are surprisingly comfortable. And then Lena is fully encased. Stacys voice in her headphones is stricter now. "Move your hips." Lenas does so. She can't really make a movement, but Stacy moves on. "Push against the wal with all your power." Again Lena can do nothing. "Lift your head." As soon as she does something is connected from her hood to the pot, Lena is unable to lower her head again. "What is that?" , she asks. The first thing she said in a long time. "Open your mouth wide.", Stacy orders. "No. Why did you----" Strong hands grab her face and force her mouth open as another person slides down a tube down her throat. It's big and gets bigger to the top. Lena starts to cry. She chokes and tries to escape. But she is locked in really good. Suddenly she hears a second voice. "Ah she's hot. Her ass jiggeled while you installed the tube. What a shame she didn't allow anal." Stacy laughs. Cruely. "Who said she didn't?" Lena shakes her head. "Please no.", she tries to scream, but the only noises that come out are "mhm, nghm". A hand slowly slides over her butt. "Why don't we use her here?" "You know the drill. First shift is on the outside, so they learn how nice we have it here." The unknown voice seems to understand. 'Were should we send her?" "I think she can still hear us." , Stacys voice sounds amused. "Let's surprise her."

Lenas mind tumbles through her brain as it goes wild from the fear. Then suddenly she feels a wet thing enter her vagina and smear it with something slimy. And then the same happen to her ass.