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Mindy Makes a Mess
🕑 Added 2023-08-09 09:57:33 +0000 UTCShe didn’t know how, but it seemed like every bloat that Mindy did ended up riling her up more than the last one. Her heart was going to end up aging faster than her body at this rate.
Mindy gulped as she opened up the discreetly marked box that had just been delivered to her apartment. Regret was already flashing through her mind as she fumbled with the plastic and, finally, held up a clear pink enema bag. Mindy had gotten a little curious about enemas after her collab with Tara and, like a fool, she’d mentioned that to her during pillow talk (at Tara’s apartment - they’d met up a couple more times since the collab~). Then Tara, being the amazing go-getter she is, immediately recommended a good brand for Mindy and helped her order it shortly before she helped Mindy chug an extra liter and they went back to bed for round two.
Now it was here. Mindy nervously unpacked all of the contents of the box onto her kitchen bed. Enema bag, tube, clip for the tube to control water flow, a few packets of iodized salt, and two different inserts - a big and hard plastic one, and a smaller rubber-like one. Left to her own devices, Mindy probably would have gone with the bigger one, but Tara had recommended that she use the smaller one her first few times, so…
The redhead froze as her brain finally started to process what was on her bed. She was really going to do this. Mindy had casually tried air inflation before since it was easy to set up, but it had felt awful and crampy. The only reason she was going to try water now was because Tara always made it seem so hot and sensual.
Speaking of trying, though… Mindy quickly ran her schedule through her head. She was ahead of her writing thanks to having a sex life again so she wasn’t as distracted by horny brain all the time. On that note, she also didn’t have plans to see Tara again until next week. That was literally it. There was nothing else that Mindy ever had to work around in her scheduling. She never really did anything, so…
This could happen right now. Mindy could try this literally RIGHT now. She swallowed hard. Well… what the hell? The worst thing that could happen is that it sucks and Mindy just wasted, like, thirty dollars and a Thursday night. Most people wasted even more money and time on their nights off by bar hopping or dating or whatever it was that normal people did.
With a jitter in her step, Mindy scooped up all her stuff and scurried into her bathroom. She fully expected to leak everywhere and she didn’t want to ruin her carpet. Then she started her shower to get some hot water. Mindy stripped while the water warmed up, then took a moment to examine herself in the mirror. She… had mixed feelings about what she saw. Mindy had always been a bit of a fitness nut, but she’d started working out more once to counteract her sugar-dense bloats. Add in her new ‘workouts’ with Tara and now Mindy was starting to bulk up. She had defined abs now and her thighs were looking pretty damn solid.
If that was it, then Mindy would be ok, but… Mindy’s meager fat reserves had taken the fall for her thicker thighs - especially topside. The short woman really wasn’t sure how much she could enjoy her well-developed thighs if they’d come at the sacrifice of her chest… maybe her chest would bulk up some if Mindy started doing some chest and arm workouts? She normally only did running and some core exercises since those were what she enjoyed most. She should do some research later on this…
Right, back to the present. Mindy filled her enema bag with the now-warm shower water and mixed in some of the iodized salt. She hung the bag up on her shower rod, then… right, right - Tara had warned her about this! Mindy undid the clip on the tube and let the water run down it until it was coming out. Mixing water and air was apparently really hit or miss for people, so Tara had warned her to make sure that all the air was out of the tube before starting. Then, finally… it was time to put it in.
In truth, the insertion was anticlimactic. Mindy had been going at it solo for years thanks to her reclusive personality. The slim insert was barely noticeable going in once she’d lubed it up. The real start was what came next…
Mindy gulped. She looked at herself in the mirror one last time. Should she take a picture of this…? She wasn’t planning on posting this no matter how well it went. Bloating in lewd clothes was one thing, but inflating felt so much more… personal? If that made any sense? In any case, posting this was out of the question. She might still want a before picture, though… and maybe Tara would like to see…
After snapping a quick picture, Mindy was ready. She laid down on the tile floor - then realized that was a mistake (cold!), spread out a towel, and laid on that instead. She braced herself, and… undid the clip on the tube.
Mindy squeaked as she felt her body tensing up. Her body knew that water was not supposed to be coming in that way and was upset that Mindy was just letting it happen. She had to clamp her glutes tightly shut to stop the water from already leaking out. For the first time, Mindy’s ass being toned had served a purpose other than just being her singular sexy attribute.
The urge to bolt for the toilet ramped up and up for the first minute, making Mindy squirm miserably on the towel. God, how could anyone enjoy this? This was miserable! Mindy was getting ready to throw in the towel and complain to Tara about her bullshit fetish when there was a strange feeling of… decompression? Release? Satisfaction? Mindy didn’t fully know how to describe it. All she knew was that one second she was wriggling and full of bratty anger, then there was a little gurgle in her belly and the pressure started to rapidly disperse.
A thought passed through Mindy’s head that maybe she’d just had a blockage that had gotten dislodged by the water. Then she thought about what constituted a blockage. Then Mindy stopped thinking about blockages.
…Gross.
With the urge to purge gone, Mindy settled down on her towel and took in the feeling of filling up from the wrong side. It was definitely a whole different feeling from bloating. She felt tight in different places, she didn’t feel any need to burp, she didn’t feel like liquid was trying to creep up her throat… though from time to time, it felt like water was trying to creep out the back door. It wasn’t as bad as it initially was but was still kinda annoying.
After about five minutes, Mindy was starting to feel a little too full. Her belly was normally concave when she lay down but now it was mostly flat. She pressed down on it and noted that while it felt solid, it was solid in totally different places than normal. That was kinda cool, she guessed. How much did she have inside her, exactly? Mindy glanced up at the enema bag. Oh. It was already empty. Huh. That had been pretty fast. The bag was half a gallon, so… a bit under two liters. Two whole liters in the wrong side.
Mindy rolled onto her side, then pushed herself to her feet. Now that she was standing, her belly poofed out a little instead of just being flat. Weird. She was normally bigger at around two liters… was she smaller because the water was spread out over more area or something? Was that a thing that could happen? Well, either way, Mindy had a choice… did she want to fill up the bag again or call it here?
Truth be told, Mindy was leaning towards calling it quits. Now that she was standing up, the need to empty out was coming back in waves. She also just wasn’t getting the same tinglies in her spine as she got when she was bloating. It felt cool to be full like this, she supposed, but… it wasn’t hot. It wasn’t sexy. It was just… meh. The redhead pulled out the insert and was a few seconds away from throwing in the towel when a thought ran through her head.
Wait… bloating… filling up a different part of the body… bigger at the same quantity…
Mindy’s heart skipped a few beats and a wicked smile spread across her face. It was such a simple concept! If just inflating wasn’t cutting it, then why not mix and match? How fantastic would a bloat feel when it was competing for space inside of her belly with her inflated guts? Maybe she could even manage one of her giant bloats, meaning that maybe she could beat her record in a roundabout fashion! How hot would it be if she managed to get nine whole liters inside her tum? Or maybe even more - ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen… heheheh…
The simple-minded degenerate clamped her cheeks tightly shut to prevent leaking while she scuttled off to her kitchen. She quickly scooped up a few bottles of her favorite sports drink before going back to the bathroom, where she impatiently refilled her enema bag and added more salt. She wasn’t sure how much water she’d be able to take back there, but she could at the very least do more than this, so why not go all the way, right?
With no hesitation this time, Mindy pushed the insert back up her ass and unclamped the clip. She didn’t bother to lie down this time since she wouldn’t be able to drink lying down anyway. Instead, she stood by the counter (her enema tube was long enough to reach that far, thankfully) and cracked open her first bottle. She could even watch her growth in the mirror this way, so it was perfect! Mindy giggled wildly to herself before cutting her enthusiasm off with a mouthful of blue-tasting liquid.
The lovely taste of sugary sports drink and the feeling of her tummy rapidly filling up distracted Mindy from whatever resistance her intestines might be having to the increasing volume of water being funneled into them. Before thirty seconds had passed, Mindy had already completely drained her first bottle and moved on to her second one. Then, before the next thirty seconds were done, she’d moved on to her third.
Mindy was definitely starting to notice the difference compared to a normal bloat now. Her belly felt so much tighter than usual, so much heavier! While gulping down her third drink, Mindy turned to get a profile look at herself. Her belly looked so much rounder than it usually did! It was already a total roundness instead of the typical way her belly would get top-heavy and then spread to her lower belly as it fought for space internally. If anything, her lower belly was the part of her middle that was roundest at the moment.
The reckless redhead quickly burned through bottle three, then bottle four. Then she had to stop for a moment. A hot flash surged through her body as a cramp rippled across her tight belly. She felt so goddamn FULL! She burped and gave her belly a solid slap. The solid drum-like sound that resulted was sweet, sweet candy for her ears~. Mindy giggled like a maniac while she massaged her ever-tightening belly. She was only two and a half liters into her bloat but she was already this huge thanks to the sheer amount of water Mindy was pumping in downstairs!
Mindy started to chug another bottle, but halfway through, a sudden spasm of pain shot across her belly that made her choke on her drink. She coughed and belched while frantically scrambling for the clip to her enema tube. Fuck- it was so hard- to reach- behind herself- right now-!
Finally, she found the clip and shut off the tube. Mindy then leaned on her bathroom counter and took shallow breaths, wincing as her belly spasmed painfully. Ooooh, she’d overdone it on the enema… This was just her first time, yet she’d been so reckless… Shit…
Mindy took a few minutes to try and calm her poor belly down without letting anything out. Ironically, the more she clenched her ass, the more her belly tensed up and cramped. Mindy was used to belly spasms from being overfull, but these felt entirely different than usual. She was not a fan. Still, she couldn’t just give up. It had felt so GOOD before that initial stab of pain and the hellish cramping after!
Now, don’t judge Mindy here, but… she had an idea. Maybe her cramping wasn’t dying down because she was too focused on her belly. Maybe concentrating on it was making it worse, like how shots were easier if you don’t look or think about it. Maybe… maybe Mindy just needed a distraction. Like, say, maybe… her unfinished fifth bottle of tasty blue drink…
Despite the cramping rippling across her guts and the constant need to release all of her hard work, Mindy forced herself to pick her drink back up. She took a few swigs… then took a few more. A few more after that, then unexpectedly- a few more. Before Mindy knew it, she’d drained the rest of her fifth bottle.
The entire time she’d been drinking, Mindy’s guts had not given her a moment’s peace. Instead, she’d just gotten excited by the renewed tightening of her skin and the pressure rising inside. She burped a few times while she quickly cracked open another bottle. Christ, it felt like all the air inside her belly was getting squeezed out!
Mindy steadfastly worked her way through the next bottle, not stopping once despite the critical pressure she was feeling inside her tummy. Her distended middle was such a weird shape compared to normal! Now that she’d drunk more than she’d inflated with, her belly had a distinctive upper bulge resting on top of the lower swell. It looked kinda like she was wearing invisible pants halfway up her gut that was making her muffin top hard. Mindy tossed aside her sixth bottle and burped weakly. Fuck, she… she was so full… she felt a little sick, too… that couldn’t be right, though. She was only at a gallon… well, a gallon drunk, plus the inflation, so…
The frazzled artist blinked. Holy shit - she was almost at seven liters. How had THAT happened!? Sure, now that she was really thinking about it, she felt like she had that much in her, and her skin definitely felt taut enough to be holding back seven liters. It’s just- like, HOW!? She kept thinking that she was only halfway through her bloat and yet here she was! Fit to pop but thinking she was unpoppable!
An almost giddy feeling washed over Mindy. She started to pany hard as she massaged her taut gut. Fuck, she was so big, but she felt like she could take so much more… yeah, more… she needed more…!
Mindy snatched up her seventh bottle and greedily started sucking down the contents inside, any thought of her belly’s need to evac long gone from her head. Sure, she still felt the need. She’d just delegated the necessary muscles to autopilot while her brain focused on much more important matters - such as how incredible it felt to slap her taut double-stuffed stomach while she poured more and more liquid into it.
Her poor belly wailed the more and more Mindy gulped. She didn’t even hesitate between bottles, ignoring the pleading rumbles, groans, and spasms as she started chugging bottle eight. At this point, Mindy’s belly felt more than just tight - she felt fit to burst at the seams. Fuck her, she had almost eight liters inside of her! Her belly was being shoved up and out by her intestines, making everything feel so much more intense! Speaking of which…
In a completely idiotic move that was voted for exclusively by the horny energy inside of Mindy’s brain, the hormone-drunk woman fumbled around behind her back until… she found the clip. Then she undid the clip.
The empty eighth bottle plinked off of the tile floor as a pained gasp escaped from Mindy’s mouth. She gritted her teeth and grunted as muscle spasms rocketed through her middle. C-C’mon, belly! Five liters up top - four liters down bottom! Nine liters all in her belly! Hold together just a bit longer!
The overinflated woman groaned. She was doubled over the counter now, head resting on the cool porcelain sink basin. Her legs were trembling. Then, before she knew it, Mindy was sinking down to her knees while softly crying out with every breath. She cradled her poor belly, feeling the pulsing of her strained muscles underneath.
Sh-She was so MASSIVE! Mindy had never been this big before! She’d never been this TIGHT before! Oooooh, fuck her! She- She could barely see her lap underneath her globular belly! Her skin was turning a little pink! Oooh, she was about to pop!
A-Almost there- Mindy was almost there! B-Bigger! More! Just a little more! She was so close! Ooooh- OOOOOOH-
“AAAAAAAA-aaaAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!”
… Oops.
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Mindy grumbled to herself while she tossed her now sopping wet towel into her dirty towel hamper. As it turns out, the worst thing one can do while filled to the very brim with liquids was climax. The moment her muscles had relaxed afterward, she’d lost total control over her asshole, meaning…
…Yeah. This had been fun while she was high on her own horny fumes, but having to clean her bathroom floor with a belly larger and more pressurized than a basketball had NOT been a great experience.
Still, the night wasn’t necessarily over. Mindy stood in front of her mirror and felt some of her excitement come back to her. She had lost a lot of water, but just from how big she still looked, she probably had seven liters or so sloshing around in there. If she could have fun with a gallon-sized belly on a bad day, then a seven-liter belly after some rough cleaning was definitely still doable~.
Hmm… what should she do with the rest of her night? Maybe a hot shower to get her all steamy… play with a few toys to scratch the itch that the enema insert just couldn’t satisfy… make dinner and see how much she could get down… put on a playlist of tum videos and try on clothes just to feel huge… the options were endless~.
Oh, but before anything else! Mindy was sad that she hadn’t gotten a picture of herself at her max, but that just meant she had an excuse to do this again sometime. For now, though, this pic would do. It would be more than enough to inspire her next tum drawing. Then, as a bonus… it would probably drive Tara nuts. Oooh, Mindy couldn’t wait for their next playdate~.
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Wow, it's been a while since I've done a non-monster girl fic of my own volition, lol. It felt nice to be able to relate to the character I was writing for again though I do still love my monster girls.
Plus it's an inflation fic too? Some of y'all that have been starving for my lesser-made content will be eating good tonight~.
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Iceheart
Inflation fic FTW! Also, "urge to purge" made me giggle 🤭
