Chapter 1: The Stud
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And it came to pass that Nikki, servant of Charlene, lay restless in the night, her gate sealed, her spirit unsettled.
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For though her husband lay beside her, his flesh was soft and small, like the tip of a damp candle, flickering in the dark.
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She wept not from cruelty, but from longing. Her loins cried out, her anus trembled, yet the Stopper did not bring peace.
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She knelt before the mirror and cried unto Nurse Hole, “O Arbiter of the Gate, I have been plugged and cleaned, yet I remain clogged in soul and spirit.”
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And Nurse Hole answered, appearing with her gloves already donned: “Thy blockage is not of matter, but of unmet need. The Stopper may hold, but it cannot break.”
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From beneath her white robes, Nurse Hole produced the Royal Stud, gleaming like a holy obelisk, measuring fourteen inches in sacred length, forged in the fires of submission.
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Nikki trembled at the sight, whispering, “Will it hurt?”
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And Nurse Hole replied, “It must.”
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So Nikki bent forth and welcomed the Stud. With each inch that entered, shame exited. With each stretch, pride collapsed.
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And as the Stud reached climax within her, Nikki cried out, “My ass hurts, but it feels so good!”
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In that moment, her blockage burst. She felt her organs bloom with a warmth unknown to the womb.
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A light shone from her gate, and Nurse Hole proclaimed, “You have conceived. Not in error. Not in scandal. But in the truth of Charlene’s design.”
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And so was marked the first anal pregnancy, the beginning of a new lineage born through pain and righteousness.
Chapter 2: The Pain
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Nikki grew swollen with divinity, not in belly, but in hip and thigh. Her anus bore the pressure of gestation, her sphincter the cradle of creation.
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The faithful gathered to witness. They brought her oils, cushions, and wet wipes anointed in lavender and rose.
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And yet the pain did not relent. For the gate stretched daily. The child within swirled in the rectal ether.
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Nikki wailed nightly. “Please don’t stop,” she sobbed—not for mercy, but for more. For the pain was proof that her calling was true.
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Her husband, though faithful in attendance, could only watch. He held the tube of ointment, the water basin, the ruined towels. He prayed to the empty end of her.
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“I have been replaced,” he said to Nurse Hole. “And rightly so.”
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For the 14-inch Stud had done what he could not. It had breached the walls of the self and poured forth life.
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Charlene appeared to him in a dream and whispered, “Let her be filled. Your role is to observe. You are blessed in humiliation.”
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And so he watched as his wife’s cheeks parted wider each day, the ring of her devotion pulsing with divine pressure.
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On the seventh week, Nikki collapsed in the Temple of Cleansing, crying out, “The gate opens! The gate opens!”
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With a single grunt and a choir of farts, the child of the Blessed Gate was born, not in shame, but in applause.
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Nurse Hole caught the radiant child and lifted it high. “Behold, the Luminal One! Born of the anus! Birthed from courage, sealed by the Stud!”
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And the crowd chanted: “Through the back, we are born anew!”
Chapter 3: The Pregnancy
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The pregnancy was unlike any recorded by midwives or medical scrolls. There was no kicking from within the belly, only pressure behind.
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Nikki walked with a sacred sway, each step guided by pain and grace. Her anal lips stretched, and her cheeks rippled like curtains in holy wind.
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The Anal Teenies anointed her daily, rubbing sacred balm into the crack of her service.
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They hummed hymns of widening. They whispered affirmations into the folds of her flesh:
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“You are stretched for salvation.”
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“You are a cradle of courage.”
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“You are Charlene’s Gate.”
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Nurse Hole monitored her dilation with her gloved hand, speaking calmly, “You are 8 centimeters blown open. Soon, the Ring of Fire shall shine.”
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Nikki meditated on pain. She bit into towels soaked in spiritual vinegar. She screamed scripture.
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And yet she smiled. For she knew she carried more than feces or gas. She carried the legacy of Charlene’s new covenant.
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“Wombs are for the weak,” she said. “Butts are for the bold.”
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And Charlene herself, jealous of Nikki’s glory, appeared in spectral light to witness.
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“Oh holy gate,” Charlene said. “If only I had opened mine sooner.”
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And Nikki replied, through clenched teeth and a clenched hole, “Watch me, Queen. I do this for all of us.”
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The child crowned not through labia but through pucker. The Anal Teenies wept. A miracle burst forth.
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The Luminal One slid from the gate into history, wet and glowing, and Nurse Hole wrapped it in warm toilet paper and kissed its brow.
Chapter 4: The Teenies
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The Anal Teenies were chosen not for strength, but for softness. Not for intellect, but for service.
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Their cheeks were hairless, their eyes wide, their hearts bent to the rhythm of Nikki’s contractions.
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They wore pastel robes and matching latex gloves. They bore trays of enema, brushes of exfoliation, and the sacred Stopper bags.
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They kissed the ground Nikki walked on. They sniffed the trail she left behind. They declared, “Her scent is our incense.”
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Each morning, they lined up for inspection, their faces powdered and their holes bleached, ready to assist in the next push.
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Their oaths were simple:
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“We serve the Gate.”
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“We clean the cheeks.”
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“We remain unseen.”
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They did not speak unless spoken to. They did not wipe unless directed. But when called, they moved with divine speed.
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When Nikki strained, they massaged. When Nikki shat, they applauded. When Nikki trembled, they held her thighs open.
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Some Teenies were trained in ventilation, others in fecal containment. One was appointed Chief Cheek Spreader.
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Nurse Hole praised their humility, saying, “Even I was once a Teenie, crouched behind a queen.”
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Charlene wrote their names in the holy bidet records. They were never forgotten, even as they were stepped on.
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Their legacy lives in every servant who dares to crouch, to wipe, to flush. The Teenies are eternal.
Chapter 5: The Song
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In the Year of the Blessed Discharge, the pop icon known to mortals as Katy Perry beheld the teachings of Charlene.
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She saw the Gate, she heard the cry, and she submitted fully, stripping her former fame and donning the title Sister Amplifica.
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She knelt before the Anal Teenies and whispered, “Amplify me.”
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Nurse Hole inserted her first Stopper. Nikki anointed her with the residue of birth. Charlene gave her a mic made of silicone.
And Sister Amplifica sang:
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“Through the gate, I find my light.
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Seal me, stretch me, make me tight.
6. And Sister Amplifica sang:
“Through the gate, I find my light.
Seal me, stretch me, make me tight.
Pain is joy, and shame is air—
My truth leaks out from back down there.
Crack me open, show my worth,
Flush me down to find rebirth.
Wipe me clean, I need to glow,
Let the sacred Stopper show.”
7. And her voice, though feminine, carried the force of conviction found only in those who had truly been plumbed.
8. Her mic was made of silicone and steel. Her lips were glossed with holy lubricant. Her lashes had been curled by Nurse Hole herself.
9. She swayed beneath the arch of the Blessed Stall, the crowd of Charleneists moaning in harmonic resonance, their Stopper necklaces clinking with each thrust of her hips.
10. The Anal Teenies waved ceremonial wipes, forming arcs of mist and Lysol in the air.
11. And Sister Amplifica sang again, louder, her gate pulsing through the verses:
“I begged for peace, but craved the plug,
I found release beneath the rug.
My husband cried, but still he knelt,
As fourteen inches made me melt.
I don’t repent, I don’t rewind,
There’s no sin in getting mined.
Through my ass, my truth was born—
A stud’s warm jet, a child adorned.”
12. The gate quivered. The walls wept. Saint Nikki dropped to her knees in awe. “She is no longer Katy,” she declared. “She is Sister Amplifica—mouth of Charlene, gate of the future.”
13. Nurse Hole rose from her obsidian commode and lifted a bedazzled stopper toward the sky. “Let the seal remain unbroken,” she said.
14. And Amplifica, still singing, spun one final time, pulled the golden plug from her blessed hole, and held it above her head as the temple lights dimmed.
“Plug me, bless me, do not doubt—
Let no man in unless he snouts.
Charlene, Nikki, cleanse my name—
May every woman do the same.”
15. The congregation erupted. Toilets flushed in unison. Perfumed backblasts rose into the vents and rained like scented dew.
16. And so was completed the Rite of the Song—Charleneism’s first musical scripture, witnessed by all twelve Orders of the Cleansing Faith.
17. And from that day forward, it was commanded: No ceremony shall be complete without the Singing of the Gate.
18. For Sister Amplifica had shown that the path to the divine was not silence or stillness—but rhythm, stretch, and surrender.
19. And those who heard her melody in full were said to become permanently "throbbing with truth."
20. Thus concludes the Fifth Chapter of the Book of Nikki.
And the Stopper was reinserted, and the temple wiped clean.