Noa moans in despair as her belly fills, and the cuffs tighten around her legs and arms. She feels helpless as the Manager starts having sex with her, his thrusts becoming more urgent as her belly swells. After much movement, Noa cries out as she soils herself, the shit-flavored liquid splattering gloriously across the smooth concrete. The Manager can see strands and bits of it scattered around, and he feels Noa’s warmth between his toes as he continues to have sex with her.