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🕑 Added 2023-04-25 10:18:14 +0000 UTCShower Time
Water Inflation
Sunday was always a dangerous day for Sam. It was her first of two days off a week and she almost always took it easy at home, leaving all her pesky chores and boring errands for the following day. She could just sit back, relax, and do whatever she wanted. For example…
The hot shower water massaged Sam’s back and shoulders, getting her soft and lax. She lathered soap all over her body and rubbed it in - something she did (almost) daily, and yet, also something that felt so much better when she’d spent an hour reading horny fanfics on AO3 beforehand. She knew she ought to take one of these Sundays off eventually and give her body a break, but… just one more time wouldn’t hurt, right?
Her heart already starting to pick up the space in anticipation, Sam grabbed her shower head and started to unscrew it from its hose. The bathroom air was a little chilly now that the water wasn’t bathing her at all times, but she would be more than warm soon enough~.
Sam took the shower hose, which still had hot, steaming water gushing out of it at full power, and excitedly brought it to her ass. She unabashedly pushed the hose past her cheeks and guided it right to her backdoor entrance. The hot water felt amazing, but it also made her ass pucker up. It knew that feeling all too well, after all. Her body was fully aware of what she was about to do. Sam couldn’t tell if tensing up like this was her body being excited or dreading what was to come, but it also didn’t matter - it was gonna happen either way~.
Without a hint of hesitation, Sam pushed the hose against her ass and wiggled it around until the sound of water hitting the shower floor beneath her all but stopped. The feeling of steamy water rapidly filling her lower belly made Sam moan softly. She was totally alone, so no need to keep all her lewd sounds inside! She giggled happily to herself while giving her little belly a shake with her free hand. This bad girl was about to have so much water in her~.
Sam kept the hose to her asshole continuously, keeping her belly swelling out and out at an unhealthy rate. That said, her body could certainly take it. Sam was over six-foot-one, so she had plenty of space for water to fill up. The ginger woman took the chance while her belly was still (relatively) small to get herself warmed up in other ways. She ran a hand over her moderately plush hips, her hands getting sudsy from the soap that she hadn’t finished lathering herself with, all the way up to her chest, which was small but perky - and sensitive. Oh God, were they sensitive! Sam found her whole body starting to overheat between the hot water filling her up and the sensations rocketing up and down her spine as she teased her hard nipple. So much for the bathroom being chilly. Right now, Sam felt like she could heat her whole house!
Before long, the sensations in Sam’s belly grew too delicious for her to waste time over her chest anymore. Her gut had swollen to look like she’d scarfed down dinner, her boyfriend’s dinner, and her boyfriend’s boyfriend’s dinner. She moaned sensually as she gave it a solid SMACK! Her tight, glistening skin let out a satisfying drum-like sound and her insides sloshed around. She must have at least a gallon filling her up already! She needed more though- so much more…
Sam started panting while she ran a finger around her navel. She slipped a finger inside for a little bit and felt herself getting even more excited when she could actively feel her belly button getting shallower. She bit her lip as a wave of pressure washed over her engorged gut. She was the size of a slut after eating a whole Thanksgiving turkey now. Her taut tummy was heavy and ached, but she wasn’t done yet.
The waves of tension grew more and more frequent as Sam continued the torture of her insides. Her breath grew ragged in between her constant pleasured moans and cries. Her belly was getting so tight! So big! Her giant water balloon of a gut was practically dragging her forward from the sheer weight. She was leaning forward, one hand aggressively rubbing her ever-tightening skin and the other steadfastly keeping the hose to her rear.
Her knees began to wobble. The weight was too much to bear! The waves of tension were turning to painful cramps as Sam struggled to stay standing. Her body spasmed as mounting pleasure and pain radiated from her overfilled middle. Her belly looked like it held a whole damn buffet now! Sam could barely even slip her finger into her belly button anymore it was drawn so tight!
Oh God, oh fuck! Tears started to form in the corners of her eyes from the pain, but at the same time, drool began to drip down from her mouth. I-It was too much! Her belly couldn’t possibly hold anymore! She was t-too full! Her skin was too taut - her belly was too big! She was filled to the absolute brim with steaming, bubbling water!
This was it! Sam’s eyes went cross as her whole body started to shake and spasm after spasm rocked her tall frame. It hurt so much! It felt so GOOD! More! It was too much! MORE! She was going to EXPLODE!
MORE!
“AAAh- AAAAAH- AAAAaaaAAAAAAAAaaAAAAHHHhhhHHH!”
Yes, Sundays were definitely dangerous for Sam. One of these days, she might finally burst in the wrong way. Today, though… today was just another Sunday.
Home-Made Christmas Ornaments
Pixie force-feeding/inflation
This is my favorite part of the holidays; decorating the tree. First, I get out my lights, my garland, and my topper. After getting all those on, I put my small ornaments on the tree. Then the real fun begins.
I set out some heavy cream mixed with a lot of sugar. Some years, I need to wait almost an hour to get results, but the extra cold this year had made more pixies nest in my apartment building. Within ten minutes, I already had three of the tiny winged creatures kneeling next to the cream saucer, lapping up the cream as fast as their greedy little tongues could go.
The sugary cream is so addictive that the others don’t even notice when I pluck one of the pixies from the group, making sure to hold her arms at her sides to prevent her from scratching at my hand. Then I take her over to my living room table, where I’ve got all of my ornament-making ingredients. I start high on the tree and work my way down so that I don’t accidentally knock any lower ornaments off trying to reach up high. To make a light ornament, I use whipped cream. I’ve found that popcorn also works, but it takes much longer to stuff a pixie with popcorn, so I prefer whipped cream.
I feed the pixie a little taste of the whipped cream. Most of the time, the pixie will forget its anger at being captured and will hungrily open its mouth for more. With permission, I’ll insert the whole nozzle into her mouth and down her throat, then push down on the nozzle. The pixie will bloat up at an insane speed. Her tiny body quickly changes from a svelte figure to a genuine ball with limbs and wings sticking out of the top in no time. If she’s wearing anything other than a chest covering, it’ll pop off quickly to reveal the glittery skin underneath.
Tonight’s first pixie was no different. She readily let me push the nozzle down her throat, then squealed in delight as I pumped her full of whipped cream. I removed the nozzle after about forty seconds - any less and the pixie will still be able to move, any more and she’s liable to pop. I placed the can back on the table and held the engorged pixie gingerly in my hand while I slipped a handmade harness around her arms and wings. She fills my entire hand at this point (or, rather, her belly does), but the whipped cream has made sure she’s light and fluffy.
After securing the harness at the base of her wings, which she can’t reach until she’s managed to digest at least half of the whipped cream inside her, I hang her up high on my tree. There she dangles, barely conscious from the sheer pleasure of being overfull with so much sugary delight. Then I return to the cream saucer to get another pixie.
Sometimes, though, I get a difficult pixie. These ones don’t particularly like whipped cream and will resist. I can’t let her go since she’ll warn off all the other pixies, so I have to use her any way I can. For these stubborn ones, I apologize to them and then slip down their hip coverings to expose their rears. Then I put a generous coating of lube on a second whipped cream can’s nozzle and gently slide it up her butt.
This approach isn’t received well and I feel a little guilty about it, but once they’re up on the tree, dazed and with small amounts of cream running down their leg, I start to feel less bad. They end up having the same dopey smile on their faces as the ones that willingly guzzle the cream, so I’m pretty sure they still enjoy it.
Once Im about halfway down the tree and the branches are a little stronger, I switch my ornament filling to a thick cranberry sauce. It takes longer to fill them with, but it lasts for longer and gives their bellies a little red hue that matches the season so well.
For the cranberry sauce, I’ll offer the pixies a little taste and, just like the whipped cream, they’ll usually open up for more. Then I push a very small feeding tube down their throats. The feeding tube attaches to a large syringe that holds about five-hundred milliliters of fluid at a time. The sauce is thick, so pushing it down the tube takes a little elbow grease, but it works well enough. For larger pixies, I’ll pump the whole half-liter into their bellies so that they look fit to pop. For smaller ones, I’ll eyeball it so that they look similarly likely to burst as the large ones.
Again, the stubborn ones get a similarly unfortunate response. The only difference is that I use a small rubber band to wrap them up so that I can get a proper grip on the feeding syringe and its plunger. I wrap the band around their upper bellies so that I can hold down both their arms and the muscles in their back that help them fly. The side-effect of this is that their bellies get far more swollen than the others since their upper bellies are so heavily restricted. It’s very tricky to get the same amount of cranberry sauce inside of these stubborn pixies as the eager ones, but a little patience goes a long way.
It usually takes about two hours and a little over thirty pixies to fill up the tree’s branches. Today, I had a constant supply of mostly willing pixies, so I got done much faster. I then got to plop down on my couch and admire my work. My festive tree was glittering and its branches were bowed from the heavy, overtaxed bellies of at least three-dozen tiny fae. Admiring a tree was the best right after finishing decorating it since all the pixies were likely still forming a tiny choir of belches and moans. Soon enough, though, they’d all fall into food comas for the next few days while their unexpected meals digested. After that, with shrunken tummies, they’d all free themselves and go home. The stubborn ones will usually leave a little mess in their annoyance, but just like the eager ones, they’d likely be back next year for that tasty, tasty heavy cream anyways. They always were.
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Here's another small sample of stories that were too short for independence. I've only got two for y'all this time around, but this does make for the third non-exclusive post this month when my quota is two right now, so... please excuse my briefness~.
The next fic is the exclusive, which should be up at the end of the month. But, as drunk me made sure to say when she made a visit a week or two ago, I tend to be late a lot, so if I end up being a day or two late... please excuse my tardiness ~.
I've also got one more small thing I'll be posting at some point early next month or so. I was gonna post it instead of this, but it's not related to tums (much), so I figured this was the better option with my last post being a mini wg sorta thing. I don't have anything to excuse this time, but, uh... please excuse me anyways~?
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Iceheart
Wohoo, inflation content! ❤️❤️
