The road angles uphill

As you continue along the road changes. It winds back and forth more and begins to slope. Gradually, slowly, it becomes more and more difficult to keep your weight on your heels. Finally, it becomes all but impossible. You almost tip over backward, feeling like if you had, you would have smacked your head on the pavement and who knows what would have happened to you out here.

The slope steals your ability to focus your weight, and now the inflations are stronger. The plug continues to grow and grow. The pleasant fullness that you had hoped for when looking at the product description gives way to a steady pressure. You are more full than you have ever been. The pressure is everywhere, pushing your walls open as though you were fucking a giant, pushing against your cervix as few men and toys ever had. All the while, the fullness rests behind your reletively untormented entrance, slick rivulets of your juices squeezed out of deeper areas to soak your lips. It is a bit uncomfortable, but it feels so good to feel so full.