Belly Expansion

The suitcase was mostly occupied by a selection of sex toys, a coiled plastic tube, a funnel...and three clear plastic three-liter bottles. Sam watched Cass lay this all out on the bed. The tall woman seemed to be barely able to breathe, teetering on excitement.

"You want to give me an enema?" Sam said, not sure she had quite understood what was being asked of her.

"Um. Sortof. I mean, that's part of it. But the things I have a...really big kink on belly expansion. Like, ever since I was in highschool, and I saw this cartoon where this character got inflated and I...I've just never been able to indulge with another person. My girlfriends...it's like something was always missing. They wouldn't...I just thought...I can't take it anymore!"

Cass was near tears. Sam looked up at her, those big puppy-dog eyes watery and strangely innocent. There was a sinking sensation in the pit of Sam's stomach as she realized she'd already made her decision, and tried to console herself with the idea that at least this kink wasn't creepy or violent.

"You are going to fuck me though, right?" Sam said. "Once I'm...swollen up?"

Cass' grin was maniac. "Oh yes. You won't be able to keep me away."

Sam had a lot of time to begin regretting her decision as she went through the first of three regular enemas. Cass had explained things too her carefully, as the tall woman had slipped out of her pants-suit, revealing crotchless panties, garters and hose, and a lacy cup-bra that left her thick pink nipples bare. They wanted to minimized the poo-factor, so before putting anything in Sam's body she wanted her fellow Fuckr completely cleaned out...which made too much sense to Sam to argue against.

So it was naked, shaky, and oddly empty, Sam found herself bent over the side of the tub. Cass sat on the toilet, the tube in one hand, one of the bottles attached at the other hand with a kind of metal hook that so that it could hang over the shower curtain rod. The other end of the tube ended in the smooth cone of a black plastic plug, about four inches long and one thick.

Cass had put on latex gloves. Sam's lips were a flat line as she let the tall woman massage vaseline into her ass. It wasn't the first time Sam had done a little anal play, but there was something about this whole scenario that was offputting to her.

Not my kink, I guess, Sam thought to herself.

"Are you ready?" Cass asked.

"As I'll ever be," Sam said. Then for the first time, she asked a critical question: "What's in the bottles?"

"Mostly water," Cass said as she pressed the tip of the plug against Sam's little brown pucker. "Extremely dilute citric acid solution."

The plug slid into Sam...and Cass didn't pause, didn't stop, until the whole length of it was inserted, and Sam's butthole clenched tight around the thinner neck of the plug, the flared base firmly against her buttocks.

"Here we go," Cass said breathlessly as she turned a little spigot in the nozzle of the bottle...and Sam had to fight, really fight, the urge to nope out right then and there, as the cold liquid entered her. In truth, it was room temperature, but inside a human body it felt cold and Sam shuddered and **** herself to hold out against the initial urge to try and squeeze her rectum and **** it out until the sensation passed.

Cass, meanwhile, was getting handsy. The latex-gloved hands stroked the sides of Sam's torso, even reached down to squeeze her tits a little, but always, always the tall woman's hands would slide down to Sam's abdomen. Pressing, pushing, asking with an excited voice if Sam could feel it, if she was in any pain.

"No...no, it doesn't hurt..." Sam assured her...but she wished she could feel more reassured herself. The water was going a lot deeper than her enema had gone, and chill had spread into her lower abdomen. More than that, the citric acid burned, a little, and stirred things up...Sam kept feeling the twinge like she needed to void, but knew the time wasn't there yet.

Sam felt herself breathing heavily in and out of her mouth, and **** herself to stop. She didn't want to puke, but she could also feel how anxious she was. Naked with a stranger in the bathroom, getting a massive enema just to fulfill her belly expansion kinks. Privately, Sam wondered if it was worth it...but she was too far into it now.

Something that came to mind as Cass unhooked and set the empty bottle down, so that she could hook up the next one.

"Oh fuck," Sam managed, as gravity **** more fluid into her body. "Oh fuck."

The liquid must have pushed far past her colon now. Sam could feel it seep deeper into her intestines...and the weight of it began to drag at her. The pressure was building, but the vaseline around the plug made a tight seal. There was only one place for it to go...and Cass was ecstatic as she fondled Sam's abdomen from behind. Eager to see every millimeter of growth.

Sam **** herself to take deep, slow breaths. She looked down, between her breasts, and her stomach looked swollen. Six liters of liquid sloshed around inside of her...and as her skin grew taut, and the pressure built and built, Sam was less sure she could handle another drop...

Cass' ran her hand over Sam's labia as she fit the last of the bottles into place. Sam closed her eyes and moaned as the floodgates opened once more...and then the fingers disappeared and were replaced by something else. As her enema-distended abdomen continued to grow, Cass had positioned herself between Sam's legs. Her lips pressed against Sam's shaven slit in an obscene kiss, her tongue slipped inside...and Sam moaned as she felt the distended skin of her swollen stomach press against Cass' forehead.

It was not a combination of sensations that Sam had ever desired or wanted. She felt ready to explode, the pressure on her guts painful now, her ass quivering as the muscle clenched hard around the plug. It was like when Sam had terrible gas after eating burritos three meals in a row...but it was heavier, so much heavier, and the nausea and sexual stimulation at the same time made Sam feel light-headed, the room beginning to spin.

She wished she could just pass out. Or get drunk. To just not feel or care about the last liters as they **** their way into her overstuffed body. When Sam looked down at her stomach now, she swore the distended belly looked like that of a woman in the first stages of pregnancy. Cass groped at the exposed belly, squeezed and massaged it, and Sam belched and tasted something in the back of her throat. It was a special kind of hell, and the worst part was the lips that sucked on her clit, that pulled gently at her labia, the tongue which slipped around and around the entrance to her pussy was so hot, so eager...but Sam couldn't really enjoy any of it as she was fit to burst.

By the time the third and final bottle was empty, Sam was panting and sweating. Cass helped remove the hose, while keeping the plug in Sam's ass. The tall woman half-lifted, half-helped Sam to her feet, and now Sam could see as well as feel the sloshing in her swollen stomach. One hand instinctively clutched at the underside of her water-baby as Cass brought her over to the bed...and Sam flopped down on her back.

One soft hand stroked Sam's swollen stomach. Another lifted her leg, so that Sam could slide in beneath. Their pussies touched...Sam had a carefully trimmed black bush that tickled the bare pubis of her lover...and Sam heard her very clearly.

"You are the hottest thing I've ever seen."

The furry clam pressed against Sam's hairless slit. The motion set her stomach to roiling, and sam grabbed her fluid-filled gut with both hands. This accentuated the bulge and seemed to drive Cass wilder. Her pussy rubbed faster and faster against Sam's...and nauseous as she was, in pain and discomfort as she was, Sam could feel her traitorous body respond. She hiccuped, grimaced, and said to herself: Not like this. I don't want to cum like this. I don't want this to be a kink I'm into, I don't, I...

It was too late. Sam cried out, her hips shaking, he whole belly jiggling like a bowl full of jelly, and she squeezed her ass so tight to keep from leaking, Sam was sure that something would break...but instead, her climax triggered Cass. The tall woman bucked and moaned, toes curling, hot pussy juice squirting out onto Sam, and for a moment she was no longer the tall, pristine woman in the business suit, she was the slut with the belly expansion fetish in her crotchless panties cumming like a banshee.

It was the first time that Sam had ever cum with another human being...and she collapsed into the bed, sweaty, exhausted, still kind of nauseous, stomach fit to burst...

...but then Cass slowly disentangled herself. Crawled up next to Sam and planted kisses on her swollen stomach, rubbed and caressed it....and then turned her head to look Sam in the eye and said.

"You know...I think you have room for more."

Sam shuddered...and wondered what had been awoken in her, that she did not automatically deny Cass, but waited to hear out what she had to say.