The Cramps

Tifa lay there, enjoying the hazy, horny afterglow of her latest cum. She was content to watch the large, glowing bag of liquid empty itself into her ass. She ran her hands over her belly constantly. Her insides tingled and the feeling intensified as her stomach slowly swelled and grew with the emptying of the enema bag. Occasionally, she lifted her head to see just how much her stomach was expanding.

The last of the liquid drained out of the bag and snaked its way down the tube and into her ass. Tifa ran her hands over the tight skin of her distended belly, marvelling at how she looked like she was a few months pregnant. Curious, she gently smacked the surface of her bulging stomach, causing the liquid in there to shift and gurgle pleasantly. Giggling, she tapped her stomach a few more times, playing it like a drum.

Tifa reigned herself in, knowing that there were a few things that she need to do before she could just lay back to relax. Reaching down to the butt plug, she fumbled around trying to detach the enema tube and the inflation bulb.

Failing, she huffed and once again raised her legs to hook them into place with her arms. The motion caused the liquid inside of her to slosh around. Tifa’s stomach gurgled again as she stared at her distended belly, realizing that it would keep her from catching a glimpse of the connection points.

Tifa sighed and released her legs before rolling over to rest on her hands and knees. She let the sloshing sensation from her enema filled belly die down a bit, before shuffling over so her ass was facing the body mirror. She tried to turn her head to get a better look and failed. She sighed, half in frustration and half in thrilling pleasure at being so restricted by her collar.

Pouting for a moment, Tifa then brightened and began to clean off her face. She carefully collected gobs of the thick, cooling liquid from her face and slipped her dripping fingers into her mouth repeatedly.

Face clean, Tifa lowered herself, until her tits were firmly mashed into the towel covered floor. Reaching up to her ass, she felt around the base of the butt plug until she found what felt like a button on the side of one of the tubes. Pressing it, she gasped at the feeling of the inflation bulb’s tube sliding down between the lips of her cunt. The pump landed with a muffled thump.

Disconnecting the second tube was easily done, now that she knew what to look for. Tifa then lay back down and relaxed, enjoying the stretched feeling of her ass and belly. More than a little horny, she let her hands roam, but tried not to let her arousal get out of control again.

As time passed, her stomach gurgled more and more frequently. Then, Tifa felt her guts twist slightly. She shifted uncomfortably as her insides spasmed again. This time painfully. Wincing, she looked at the timer to see how much longer she would have to hold her enema.

Before she could read it, Tifa’s vision blurred with tears as her stomach began to cramp. Hard.

Trying not to whimper in pain, she tried to endure, but it quickly became unbearable. Tifa rolled over and curled herself into the fetal position as the cramps built and continued. It felt like forever before the harsh beeping of the timer filled her ears.

Painfully, Tifa uncurled herself and began crawling towards the toilet. Whimpering, she slowly pulled herself up and sat down. Blinking away tears, her hands reached down to fumble for the plug’s release.

Finding it, Tifa steeled herself and took a deep breath, and clenched her sphincter before holding down the release. With a hiss of air, she felt the plug deflating, though much too slowly for her liking. Eventually, when the hiss of air stopped, she refocused and clenched harder as she carefully slid the plug from her ass.

Not able to hold on any longer, she let the plug drop to the floor and then Tifa let go. A rushing stream of foul liquid shot from her ass into the toilet, seeming to go on and on. Finally, her bowels were empty and the cramping stopped, leaving her exhausted.

Her nose wrinkled at the smell and she reached back to flush. Toilet draining, Tifa leaned back against the tank and sighed in relief for a moment while waiting to catch her breath. The pain of the cramps had washed away all of her arousal and for the first time since being fucked by Rufus, she felt clear headed and not horny to the point of distraction.

Tifa buried her face in her hands as she remembered the show she had put on for her voyeuristic neighbour. Fragments of her aroused thoughts during that time flitted thorough her mind and she was aghast at them. Her wet daydream had been terrifyingly vivid. The things she had thought, said and felt were all horrifyingly shameful.

Even worse, Tifa had enjoyed and gotten off on the humiliation and shame.

Letting her hands drop, Tifa stared at the rings on her fingers. She swallowed thickly. So far as she could tell, the materia only seemed to affect things in their immediate proximity. She didn’t think the rings had pushed her into brazenly putting on a sex show for the boy.

Chewing on her lip, Tifa thought hard on what she had done and what she had been thinking, trying to remember everything. She fought down her rising arousal, trying to keep a clear head to pick out why she had done it all.

Numbly, Tifa stared at her hands as her thoughts whirled around and around her head. Maybe it was her growing arousal muddling her mind, but she couldn’t figure it out. Her thoughts slowed and became hazy as her horniness grew.

Knowing that the cramping had snapped her out of her constantly horny state, Tifa picked up the plug and went to the sink to clean it and reapply more lube. Now clean, she put the plug aside momentarily to clean her vibrator, pondering on a thought she just had.

Even through it all, even in the depths of her extremely aroused state, she had managed to push herself on to continue her task. Through the grip of her renewed arousal, Tifa wondered what that meant.