Tier 3+ Bonus Story 📜 "USE ME" Part 3 (Patreon)

// C: nsfw (no intercourse), even more domme/sub, fpreg, wlw, maiesiophilia, masochistic thoughts, weight gain, bondage, chugging/water bloat implied, breeding talk, degradation

(Part 1 &2)

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USE ME - Part 3

What followed was the most arousing experience I’ve ever had. It turned out that she hadn’t been ordering the stew for herself, but for me, to eat the whole pot in front of her, and she would make sure that I was generously fed, unlike before. As if my poorly nourished body had been eagerly waiting for it, it reacted quickly and vigorously to the high calorie intake.

And while I still looked very thin compared to the other crew members, my slender, firm thighs got thicker and softer, my sticks for arms were more defined, and my breasts doubled in size, from A to B, in just a couple of days.

The madam made me look healthier and more motherly, and I couldn’t deny the impact it had on me. In the sparse free time I had, I’d watch my reflection in the nightly window of my room, unable to stop admiring the gestating body my mistress was so passionate about.

For the first time, I was able to actually feel fat between my fingers when I grabbed my skin. It wasn’t much, but it was something, and I loved it. My skin felt so soft and welcoming... just what my mistress deserved.

By this point I was certain that there were at least two of them in there, and the sudden ingestion of nutrients had left its mark on them as well. They were growing just as big and strong as the mistress demanded, shifting and squirming happily much more often because of the newly achieved energy.

The Madam’s words have left their mark in my brain, too: every movement of them did remind me of my promiscuous - or sexually liberated, as my mistress would call it at times - life. Reminded me of my place as my mistress' breeding toy. It aroused me dreadfully - up to a point where it was bothersome, especially when I was trying to get work done.

Their moving was just such a sudden reminder, it forcefully projected the memories of their making in my head. And how their younger siblings will be made, according to the madam. The images were so vivid, I could almost feel the penetration again.

It truly was a life lived in bliss, as madam had promised. Everything felt intoxicatingly good. And I mean: everything. Even the things I have perceived negatively before. The crushing weight of my healthy children, the involuntary orgasms, the looks of my crew mates knowing I’ve become the madam’s personal pet, the uncomfortable stretch of my massive flesh and my overfilled stomach, the uncontrolled leaking of my motherly breasts, the degrading words of my mistress - and the shame of enjoying all these things.

And the Madam... oh, how she knew about all of this. She played me like an instrument and knew my secret desires like the back of her hand. Even before me, sometimes.

And she used this knowledge to her advantage. Even though she maliciously never penetrated me or even touched me between my legs, she made me come. Daily. Several times. With words and touches, just as she did the day I became her maiden.

Though her techniques got more diverse. One day she made me come by praising me for filling up so nicely, in the most authentic way - the other with the complete opposite, by grabbing me by the hair and pushing me down like a dog, close to her crotch.

It just seemed like there was no end to her power over me, and certainly no end to my desire to serve her.

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Then, one day, I got vertigo. I staggered, and if it hadn’t been for my mistress’ quick reaction and strong grip, I would have fallen.

The honest worry in her eyes reached me in new, even more profound areas of my heart.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, still holding me upright.

“Nothing. It’s nothing. It’s just such a hot day…”

She took a closer look at me. Then the expression on her face shifted to a more serious, strict one.

“Your lips are dry. You haven’t drank enough water today.” Not a question. A statement.

“Yes, madam.”

“You need punishment.”

She opened the door to the head of her guest cabin, which also served as her general bath- and refreshment room, and dragged me into it and onto a chair.

My entrance contracted in lust, yearning for more as a result of her rough treatment.

“I am angry with you, wench. Do you know why? Because you treated my most valued possession poorly.”

Instead of answering properly, I moaned in light of the way she was referring to me.

Without another word, she left the head, only to return with a set of ropes in her hands again.

Silently, she started to tie me onto the chair. Hands behind the back, and numerous intricate knots over my chest, graciously sparing my swollen dome of a belly. She did it with such skill and dedication, that it made me sure that it wasn’t the first time she had done it. The way she shifted and used my body like an art object being wrapped made me even more aroused.

When she gathered up my skirt and tied up my legs wide spread onto the chair legs, my hips moved on their own, in a gentle pumping motion, hungry for more. If she’d decided to fuck this hungry body of mine right now, there would be nothing I could do about it. I was at her complete mercy.

Yet, she didn’t do anything of that kind. She bore something else in mind.

She took the hose from the freshwater tank.

“For your delinquency I will hydrate you myself. Make you fuller and rounder than you’ve ever been before. Embrace your punishment,” she commanded.

“Yes, madam.”

With that, she put the hose into my mouth and turned on the water supply.