Tier 3+ Story 📜 "USE ME" Part 4 (Patreon)

// C: nsfw (no intercourse), domme/sub, fpreg, wlw, chugging, maiesiophilia, masochistic thoughts, belly worship, bondage, breeding talk, degradation/humiliation/shame

(Part 1 &2) (Part 3)

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USE ME - Part 4

I gulped greedily. For a reason I was too occupied to explore further, the water tasted better than ever, and I was thirsty beyond belief. I chugged in unusually big gulps that were so hefty that they were very audible.

Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.

Just when I was on the brink of choking, my mistress released the tube from my mouth, making me gasp loudly in an instance. A wave of new sensations washed over me. With me focusing fully on drinking, I hadn't noticed it happening, but now I felt insanely full. My skin stretched painfully due to the huge water intake, my muscles tensing up over my poor, overstretched belly that was now making embarrassing sounds, vibrating as it seemed to struggle to contain my mass. I was bigger and heavier than ever before. My breathing was going hard - not only because of the weight and tightness, but also the arousal that came with all of it. And with the sadistic joy in my madam’s eyes, which were observing every inch of me.

“Good girl. Are you still thirsty?”

I wasn’t. By no means. But I was hungry. Hungry for that gleam in her eyes, hungry for her praise, hungry to grow this shameful body of lust into the size my madam deserved. So I nodded, and felt the hose being shoved into my greedy mouth once more.

Gulp. Gulp. Gulp.

I wasn’t as overwhelmed this time, so I was able to grasp more of what was happening around and within me. I could feel my stomach stretch painfully with every chug, I could hear the cold, refreshing water squelching down my throat. I could feel my babies react to the decreasing space and coldness, squirming relentlessly now. I could see the madam’s beautiful eyes filling up more and more with desire. Oh yes … she was loving this. And so was I. I would make her proud. I would make myself irresistible to her, so that she would finally touch me and fuck me senseless.

After a couple more seconds, she withdrew the hose again. I wanted to say something in protest, but instead a loud moan escaped my lips. I was just so, so goddamn full, it hurt.

Like a calm but predatory animal her eyes analyzed my face, then my overripe gut that was trembling. Even though my madam has refrained from tying up my belly, the top and bottom of it weren’t, and now I felt the ropes pressing harder against my flesh; A clear sign of how much I expanded.

She laid one of her hands onto the nude, taut skin my shirt wasn’t able to cover anymore, gently rubbing over it and feeling how tense and full it had become. I moaned again, my entrance twitching greedily now. How could such a simple touch of hers already get to me so much? Without noticing it much, I moved my hips a little stronger.

Without saying anything else, she slid the tube back into my mouth again; but instead of holding it and watching me, she let go and knelt between my forcefully spread legs, lying her ear onto my stuffed tummy, while gently rubbing it. It looked so arousing… my mistress kneeling before me in appreciation of the strain I was going through, my lewd breeding belly bulging out under my clothes, my hard, leaking nipples poking through the fabric, demanding to be touched.

This motivated me to keep on chugging, extending my personal limits. My poor, overstretched middle became more and more noisy with every second, both because of the increasing mass of water and the squirming of my angry babies.

I could hear the madam moan silently in satisfaction, while I felt her lips kissing my taut skin, and before I knew it, my body was climaxing again.

I tried to moan and scream, but the relentless water stream in my mouth made it impossible. I wanted to clutch my overfilled, shameful belly, but due to my tied hands I couldn’t do that, either. So all I could do was to bear the intense twitches of my belly and entrance.

The soft chuckle of my madam revealed that she knew exactly what was going on. She started to lick over my incredibly sensitive, protruding belly button, making me shiver even more, while saying: “Such a good little breeding pet.”

Never have I heard a more divine praise. Never have I been more humiliated.

My entrance contracted even harder, and I could feel that my bladder was about to relieve itself. I moaned as loud as I could with water being shoved down my throat, yanking on the ropes in panic. It took all my strength to hold it back, not accidentally squirting onto my beloved madam.

She noticed that something was wrong and quickly got up to pull the tube out of my mouth. I couldn’t prevent a gust of clean water coming back up and dispersing onto my blouse, making it stick translucently and lewdly onto my body, revealing my dark, motherly nipples. Embarrassment washed over me, but there was no time to focus on that. Another, way more shameful thing had to be avoided.

“I need to pee!” I whined in panic, “I’m sorry, madam! Please untie me for a moment!”

The worried look on my madam's face turned into a crooked smile. “Just hold it,” she cruelly said before putting the water supply back into my mouth.

I wiggled in panic, trying to escape. I wouldn’t be able to hold it any longer! And the increasing pressure in my stomach wouldn’t make things easier. I shook my head, but I was unable to free neither my body, nor my mouth. The water continued to fill me up, slowly turning my body into an absolutely obscene breeding showcase.

“I won’t let you use the toilet yet, so I’m afraid you have to just wait, my little wench,” she added, the sadism in her eyes growing just as much as her desire. Then she pressed one of her hands onto my painfully tight belly.

It made me cum instantly. If my mouth wouldn’t be stuffed, I would’ve screamed my heart out. Stop! Stop! Please! I wanted to shout, but all I could do was gulping down more water. I surely have drunk over a gallon now, and I could feel that I was on my absolute limits.

Maybe the madam had an alike thought, because finally - FINALLY - she turned off the water and put the hose back for good. Immediately I started to moan in pain and desire.

“Madam!! Madam, please!” I yelled breathlessly, because I wasn’t able to take full breaths anymore.

Instead of answering, the madam smiled and kneeled down between my legs again, just to do the thing I desired the most in the absolutely worst moment: She lifted up my skirt and kissed the absolutely soaked fabric over my contracting vulva.