Dawn of the Tum Clique (comm) (Patreon)

CW: Semi-realistic tums, water enemas, tum noises, nudely ladies, the littlest bit of bowel speak, milfs.

Taylor stared blankly at the papers in her hands. She had no idea what she was looking at. She glanced up at her doctor. “Ok, so… what does this mean, then…?”

“Well, put shortly…” Dr. Noor said, rolling closer on her chair and taking the gobbledey-gook medical papers from Taylor. “You’ve developed something called a mega colon. It’s a condition that develops from constant and repeated stress to your bowels.”

“Ah, I… see…” Taylor responded, deliberately avoiding the doctor’s piercing gaze. Flashbacks to her sister’s baloney ‘health’ devices played through her head - not to mention the spa and hot tub ‘incidents’. “Well, I have been having some… issues lately… haha…”

Dr. Noor, thankfully, didn’t press into it more. Instead, she just scooted back over to her computer in the corner of the room. “Having a mega-colon doesn’t pose any serious health risks, and the condition is reversible so long as you avoid overstressing your bowels from now on.” She glanced back at Taylor. “Doing so would help most of the problems you’ve been complaining about - especially your gas problems.”

“R-Right. Ok. Sure, I can do that.” Taylor fiddled with her thumbs while the doctor prattled on with some more medical jargon. She’d come to the doctor since things hadn’t been feeling ‘right’ recently with her plumbing, but she hadn’t been expecting the problem to be related to… that. She’d honestly been trying to get those memories out of her head, but the more she tried, the more they seemed to stick around. She just couldn’t manage to forget how she felt filling up like that - how it felt to be so full, so tight, so heavy…

Taylor shook her head. No, she had to get this under control! Her lasting health was even being affected by this! She just had to avoid these wandering thoughts of how great it would feel to be fifty times fuller than she was at any given moment! Thoughts like those were nothing but counterproductive and must be ignored!

Though… that might have to be done next week. Taylor thanked her doctor and left the office, gulping. She pulled out her phone, unlocked it, and looked at her most recent text conversation. It was with Kanya, the woman from the spa who’d left her number. Taylor had already agreed to meet with her and her friends tomorrow for tea and gossip. Generally, the well-off mom had stayed out of the gossip mill among the local social circles. She’d messaged Kanya out of curiosity, then accepted the invitation during a moment of weakness. She just hoped that this wasn’t going to be all about… that… Oh, just what had Taylor invited herself to…?

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“Did you hear about Jimmy, by the way? Seems like he’s got more than just a wandering eye these days…”

“Seriously, Liz? You know gossiping is beneath us.”

“You’re still curious though, right?”

“Shut up… Which Jimmy? Bowl-cut Jimmy or smells-like-eggs Jimmy?”

Taylor smiled awkwardly and sipped her tea. It was good tea, for whatever that was worth. It was just everything else that was… weird.

The meet-up wasn’t at Kanya’s house. It was at her friend Elizabeth’s house - or mansion, rather. It wasn't the size of a celebrity’s house, but it still made Taylor (as a middle-class housewife) feel… out of place, to say the least. The inside was just as extravagant as the size, full of high-class furniture and art. The tea room was as large as Taylor’s dining room and the tea cups probably cost more than Taylor’s shoes - and shoes are damn expensive.

There were four other women there besides Taylor, including Kanya and Meio (the second woman from the spa incident). Each one stood out in there own way, but the one that stood out the most (by far) was the elite woman herself, Elizabeth. She was the biggest woman there in every metric. She was just over ten centimeters shy of two meters, had sleek, gorgeous silvery blonde hair that ran all the way down her to her knees, and was… more than well endowed. Her chest was large enough that it alone probably outweighed a toddler, her hips could bump Taylor all the way into the next county, and despite being straight as a nail, Taylor had the strongest desire to wear Elizabeth’s thighs like a scarf every time she glanced at them. Taylor wasn’t sure if she wanted to even joke about that, though. Elizabeth seemed nice enough on the surface, but something about her eyes and the way she talked made Taylor shiver.

Talking to her at the moment (despite her apparent dislike for gossip) was Niona. Niona was just about Taylor’s height (about a meter-seventy), had long black hair, and had a permanent scowl on her face. Her body was a sort of inverse to Taylor’s; while Taylor had a bouncy chest and the hips of a goddess, Niona had (less) plush hips and a couple of soft medicine balls for breasts. For whatever reason, Niona just seemed to… irk Taylor. Something about her haughty tone or her pompous stare just made Taylor’s blood pressure rise. She was glad Niona was too busy pretending to hate Elizabeth’s gossip to pay her any mind.

Then there were the two women Taylor had met before. Kanya had already been short, but compared to Elizabeth, she was downright tiny, maybe not even reaching a meter-sixty. She made up for her small size with her energy though, as she was constantly talking about her family and hobbies with either Taylor or Meio. She’d taken fast to Taylor despite the taller woman’s initial resistance. Besides her energy, though, the Thai woman’s smallness persisted. She was still curvy, don’t get Taylor wrong - it just wasn’t as much compared to the other women in the room. She even had the shortest hair with a fluffy tomboy cut.

Finally, by far the least stand-out of the bunch, was Meio. Compared to everyone else, Meio was… refreshingly modest. She was quiet and reserved, though she listened politely and went along with whatever was said. She had long, fluffy dark hair pulled back into a ponytail and a full figure that looked modest compared to the others (even Kanya since her chest and hips looked bigger than they were on her smaller body). She wasn’t flat by any means; she had a very prominent chest and lovely hips. It’s just that, again, when compared to everyone else (Taylor included), she ended up being… well, modest.

When Taylor arrived at this chat circle today, she’d been expecting a group of moms chatting about their kids and maybe some juicy neighborhood gossip. She’d even maybe considered there might be some talk about… stuff. Large stuff. Yeah… hm. Anyways, what Taylor hadn’t been expecting was a group of the most stacked, full-figured moms in a thirty mile radius to all be gathered in one room. Talking about their kids and a little juicy neighborhood gossip. Ok, sure, everyone here (Taylor included again, of course) had unreasonably attractive bodies, and the house had thrown her for a loop, but maybe this wasn’t so weird after all. Maybe this was just a social group looking for a new mom to add to it-

Kanya clapped her hands together and stood up. “Alright, who’s ready to have some fun?”

Ooooor maybe not. “F-Fun? What kind of fun?” Taylor questioned.

Taylor’s apprehension was not lessened by the wink Kanya gave her, nor her comment of, “Oh, you know what kind of fun~.”

“Oh, I don’t know…” Elizabeth sighed. She set her teacup down and looked thoughtfully at Kanya. “I was still having fun ruining what was left of Jimmy’s reputation.”

“Aaah, you can do that later. I am primed and ready to do this!” Kanya rubbed her hands together, looking eagerly at Elizabeth. “I am so beating you today!”

“That’s what you say every time,” Niona rolled her eyes. Then she glanced at Taylor and scoffed, “Besides, based on her question, I bet miss suburban fossil here isn’t down to ‘have fun’ at all.”

Taylor’s eyebrow twitched. “Uh, excuse me? I’m only thirty-four!”

Niona raised an eyebrow as she coldly regarded Taylor. “Wow, and you’re younger than me? Genetics do have their favorites, huh?”

Ok. Right. This bitch was dead. Taylor slammed her hands on the table and stood up, but found herself with a gentle hand on her shoulder. “I-It’s alright,” Meio said quickly, giving Niona a frantic glance. “Niona doesn’t mean it. She’s just prickly around new people. She doesn’t mean anything by it.”

Taylor stared at Niona. Niona gave her a smug smirk. “...Right. Sure. By the way, what kind of ‘fun’ am I going to be having with my new friend Ni-o-na?”

“Oh, uh…” Meio swallowed nervously. She glanced away, maybe looking for someone else to take over, but Kanya had already rushed out of the room, Elizabeth was watching them with a veiled smile, and Niona was… not going to help. Meio just sighed and said, “We, uh… well, sometimes - or, uh, all the time, really - we go and… and we, uh… well, sometimes it’s with air, sometimes water, sometimes even food or, uh, other stuff, but we take it - whatever it is - and we… uh… we…”

A strange mix of foreboding and, for whatever reason, anticipation started to swell up inside of Taylor. “Let me guess. You fill yourselves with it?”

The Japanese woman didn’t respond. She just went red and looked glanced away while nodding sheepishly. The mix of feelings inside of Taylor grew. She’d had a feeling that’s what they would be at least discussing today, given how Taylor was invited after Kanya had seen her do… that at the spa. She’d avoided thinking about it at first, and now still felt flighty at the subject. Still, though she’d already decided what she’d do if this really came up. Plus, now that she had some stuck-up witch with more tit-fat than manners goading her on, her decision was made even easier.

“Then let’s do it.”

Meio blinked. “...Uh… huh?”

Taylor glared directly at Niona. She gave the bitch a smirk of her own, making the black-haired woman scowl. “Momma likes to play, tu cazzo. So let’s play.”

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Despite Taylor goading and confidence going into this, it was still nerve-wracking to be standing naked in an extremely oversized shower with four other attractive women. While they all had shower hoses up their butts. And Taylor also had a shower hose up her butt.

How did Taylor’s life get to this point again? It had something to do with her brat of a sister… she’d have to give her spoiled sis a proper ‘thanks’ later.

For whatever reason, Elizabeth’s house had the showering portion of a public bathhouse just… in her house. It was fully tiled with drains, had a dozen showerheads on the walls, and even had several stools for people to sit on. All that was missing was any kind of soap at all. It had been weird at first, but given what they were all doing at the moment… it made sense. This room had probably never been used to actually shower. Or maybe they just stored it somewhere else and brought it in for shower time - what did Taylor know about how the rich took their showers?

“You are so going DOWN this time!”

Taylor looked over at Kanya. The shortstack woman had picked the shower hose right next to Elizabeth. Why she was so amped up about this and why she only seemed to care about Elizabeth right now, Taylor had no idea. Truth be told, she’d thought Kanya would be all over her today since she’d been the one to invite Taylor in the first place. Not that Taylor minded Elizabeth drawing Kanya’s attention -  having all that energy directed straight at you seemed like it’d be exhausting.

That said, Elizabeth seemed to be handling Kanya’s undivided attention well. She even seemed to be enjoying it. A small smile played on her lips as she shrugged and said, “You know I only do these enemas for health reasons. The fact that you can’t outdo that isn’t anything to sulk about.”

Taylor knew that Elizabeth knew that Kanya would get riled up by that. Taylor knew that was why she said it. Kanya, however, didn’t know that - and since she didn’t know, she got riled up by it. She stomped her foot and gave Elizabeth a fierce grin. “Who cares why you do it? It’s freaking GO TIME, woman! I’m gonna beat you by our whole height difference!” With that, she was the first to twist on her shower.

…Yeah, good luck with that, Kanya. Taylor rolled her eyes, then moved her hand to her own shower… but hesitated. She bit her lip. She… she really was about to blow herself up like a balloon again, wasn’t she? This time was so deliberate as well. Sure, the hot tub incident was deliberate, but it was also just from a random urge. Taylor could have declined doing this. Hell, she didn’t have to show up today. She was at least sixty percent sure this was going to happen (well… something like this, at least), yet she still showed up. It was getting harder and harder to deny that-

“Jesus, are you going to join us or do you have a faucet fetish? Stop staring and start taking it already!”

Taylor whipped her head around to glare at Niona. What was this woman’s problem!? She noticed that Niona’s shower faucet was already turned and that her hose had gone rigid. Without a single more thought, Taylor turned her own faucet and sneered at Niona, “You’re awfully eager to start, huh? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you have a crush on me~.”

Niona scoffed. “I might like to play with either team, but even that doesn’t mean I don’t have standards.”

“I have literally never heard someone sound more white and privileged before in my life - and you are an asian woman in a mega-rich white woman’s house. Congratulations. You broke stereotypes.”

“Excuse me? How can someone sound white?”

“You’re doing it. Right now. Good job being an example.”

“You… you little…!”

While Niona seethed, trying to find more ways to be generally awful, Taylor was doing her best just to keep a straight face. In her haste to start competing with Niona, she had turned the faucet a random amount. She didn’t think she’d turned it that far, but the rate at which Taylor was getting full seemed worryingly fast. She’d start sporting a belly soon - not that that really mattered here. She could already see Niona’s gut starting to poof outward, though it’d probably be an hour before it swelled enough so the woman herself could see it past her mammoth-sized mammaries.

Taylor took a second to look around, trying to distract herself from the sudden pressure building inside of her. Meio had also turned on her water, though either she’d started after Taylor or her water was on lower since she wasn’t sporting any kind of bloat yet. Kanya and Elizabeth, on the other hand…

“I-I’m not gonna lose… I’m not gonna lose… I’m not gonna lose…!”

She was gonna lose.

The two women were probably going on full blast based on the speed they were swelling.  As expected, Kanya’s overall smaller body and figure meant that it was easy to see how full she was. Her belly expanded easily, gaining centimeters with every little bit of extra water added.

Elizabeth, meanwhile, hadn’t grown much at all… or so it seemed until you noticed that her soft middle didn’t jiggle quite as much, or when you see that the small pooch on her lower belly was turning into an overall roundness of the whole gut. Taylor might have assumed that Elizabeth was going on slow until Kanya pulled on Elizabeth’s faucet only for it to not budge. That meant that just as much water was going into both women, despite how large one of them already was while the other just looked a little gassy. With the rate this was going… Kanya was likely going to get beaten by their height difference instead of the reverse.

Taylor winced as a cramp echoed through her middle. She was really starting to feel the pressure building up inside of her. She could also feel her skin starting to stretch, the telltale sign that she was starting to swell. She wanted to turn the flow down, to give herself some space to breathe, but-

“Not getting full already, are you?”

Niona’s voice was a cheese grater on Taylor’s ears. “Of course not! I’m just worried that I’m going a little fast for you, considering how I started after you and yet I’m already bigger.”

Sure, it was a cheap taunt made to draw attention from Taylor’s wavering willpower, but it was made based on truth. Niona was clearly bloated now, sporting more than just a bit of a belly, but she hadn't been growing all that fast. Taylor might not be able to see her own stomach yet past her chest, but she was pretty sure she was bigger than Niona. Also, even if she was wrong, how would Niona know? If Taylor couldn’t see past her breasts, then there was no way she was going to be able to.

The taunt worked… kind of. After hearing the taunt, Niona had scowled and, with a definitive flick, had turned her faucet up a great deal. A brief flinch and a short rumbling sound from her guts were the only things that betrayed the sudden increase in pressure Niona was undoubtedly feeling. The black-haired woman put her hands on her hips and snarked, “Sorry for wanting to take it easy on you. Guess I won’t make that mistake again.”

“As if,” Taylor scoffed. Then, against her better judgement, she moved her own water pressure up even higher. The pounding against the walls of her guts increased and she could feel her skin stretching faster and faster. Still, she stayed composed as she continued, “You clearly don’t need to ‘take it easy’ on me, so why don’t you just turn the pressure back down and take it easy, like you clearly want to?”

Pure, unadulterated spite crackled in the air as Niona’s hand grabbed her faucet in a death grip and turned it up - all the way up. “Try me, bitch.”

“Gladly!” Fuck. Why did Taylor have to provoke her like this? Now SHE had to go all the way up too! Taylor grabbed her own faucet and turned it until you no longer could.

The increase in pressure was incomparable. What had been a quick but sustainable inflation before was now a taxing, cramp-inducing game of chicken with a water balloon full of hot air. Her guts were rumbling and growling in increasing anger as her middle churned with an unending stream of water. The water’s temperature was hot and Taylor could feel herself starting to heat up from the large volume of steaming water filling her body. Sweat was starting to build up on her neck and shoulders, and it was already starting to coat her ballooning gut.

A cramp shot through her stomach and Taylor wouldn't stop herself from clutching her middle with a wince. Lord, she was growing so quickly! She could practically feel her belly growing underneath her fingertips! Hell, if she put her hands in the right places, she could literally feel her stomach rumbling. Whether that was from her insides being pissed with her or from the rushing water, she had no idea. All she knew was that with each passing second, she was getting bigger and bigger, her skin feeling tighter and tighter.

Taylor had been worried for a second that her show of weakness would have sparked another round of bickering with Niona, but one glance told her that Niona was a little too preoccupied to pick a fight at the moment. She was going through all the same experiences as Taylor was, after all, and while she seemed to be handling it better, it was still clearly taking its toll on her. Her stomach had tripled in size, forming a smooth dome underneath her overgrown melons - and it was only getting bigger. Niona still looked pissed, but her focus had shifted mostly to soothing her gut, which Taylor could hear even from a distance and over the sound of rushing water. It seemed like Taylor wasn’t the only one here with some digestive issues…

The passing of time was losing its hold on Taylor. She could no longer remember if seconds or minutes had passed since she’d first turned on the water. The tension inside of her was getting to be too much for her to handle. She gripped the sides of her roiling gut and panted, small grunts leaking out with every few breaths. She could more than see her belly past her breasts now; her breasts were being pushed up and to the sides by her belly, making them look even larger as they were forced nearer to her face. Cramps were a constant factor now with a new wave of tension and pain rippling through her flooded insides every few moments. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could do this-

A loud, distressing gurgle started to sound out in front of Taylor. She was momentarily distracted from her stomach’s plight as she stared up at the source; Niona. The Asian woman was holding her belly in her hands, her face growing red. She glowered at Taylor, getting out, “What are you looking at-” before clapping a hand to her mouth as the grumbling increased in intensity. The concerning noises kept ramping up in intensity, even making Niona’s belly tremble for a second right before her throat convulsed and a deep, tile-shaking belch managed to finally force itself out of her mouth. Niona looked absolutely mortified, her face already getting red. Taylor would've reveled in the opportunity to poke fun at her, but she was more than a little distracted at the moment.

Ooooh, fuck, Taylor wasn’t sure how much more she could take! Niona was clearly hitting her limits, but so was she! It didn’t help that she didn’t know how big she’d gotten at the spa - she hadn’t been able to see her stomach at all underneath the table during the inflation and she’d been too focused on getting to a toilet after she’d been freed to document her size. All she knew was how tight and heavy she’d felt, and right now - right now she was feeling just as tight and heavy as she had back then.

Taylor’s legs were starting to shake. She gingerly massaged her stomach, now gasping for breath more than panting. Her stomach was so heavy and it was getting so hard to breathe! Her belly was nearly hard as a rock underneath her fingers, with only the smallest layer of fat keeping her somewhat soft. Even that was going away though as she grew larger and tauter.

She couldn’t focus anymore. The pain was too much - the pressure was too much! Why did it feel good, as well!? Damn it! Taylor’s eyes were going foggy. Her abs were spasming violently, either trying to eject everything from inside of her or merely trying to keep from ripping apart. She was so big! So full! So tight!

She- She couldn’t take it anymore! It was too much! Her guts were so loud, filled with water that had no place left to fill! Too full! Too tight! She couldn’t- no, she- she was too- too- ah- TOO-!

Taylor’s entire body spasmed. She’d reached her peak - and her limit. The last vestiges of rational thought in her brain told her that if she didn’t stop the water now, she was likely to explode. So, despite barely being able to register that Niona was still going… Taylor gave in. She turned the faucet off. Then, with the water off, she sank to her knees in a trembling heap, barely able to stop herself from crying out with every movement. She was just… so tight… and… and…

Ok, it was really hard to focus on her weird new kink when someone was belching so loud that it was rattling Taylor’s brain. Niona was somehow still standing and still taking in water, though the Italian woman on the floor didn’t know if it was because she wanted to truly one-up her or if it was because she hadn’t registered that Taylor had quit. Either way, she was still up, hands tightly clutching the sides of her globular gut as it roared and trembled. Still, as loud as her belly was, it was nothing compared to the volume of her burps. It was hard to see Niona’s face from down on the ground, but Taylor could see just enough to be able to tell she was beet red.

It wasn’t long before the cranking of Niona's faucet could barely be heard of stomach rumbles and rumbling burps. Then she too sank down onto the floor, sitting flat on her plush ass and spreading her legs as far apart as they would go to accommodate her massive gut. It filled all the space she provided, reaching out almost to her knees. Even her already gratuitous chest looked fuller thanks to her gut pushing them up, almost hiding her chin from sight. If she had inflated more, perhaps she would have gotten smothered by her own fat chest. Now that would have been a sight worth seeing.

“I… win… ha…” Niona managed to get out between belches and pants. She wore a look of smug yet exhausted victory.

“Yeah, yeah…” Taylor responded, too tired to fight. Cramps were still surging across her belly every few moments, but at the very least, she didn’t feel an imminent sense of popping… or spewing. She’d been a little worried about that after the hot tub incident, but it seemed like it really was the constraining swimsuit that had caused that. That was a bit of a shame since inflating in the swimsuit had actually been… pretty fun…

Taylor was going to have to spend some time figuring out all this inflation nonsense in her brain - someplace not filled with other women who were also freaky like her. Actually, speaking of which, how were the others doing? Taylor had gotten pretty carried away there, so she’d stopped paying attention to the others. How were they…

Oh Jesus. Ok, well… now Taylor was glad she’d squared off against Niona and not Kanya. Not because Kanya was so much better at it, but because… well…

The Thai woman was leaning against the shower wall, water pouring out of her mouth like a stream. Her stomach was absolutely massive - not as big as Taylor’s and Niona’s, mind, but compared to her figure, it gave the illusion of being much bigger. It hung low beneath Kanya as she leaned, constantly twitching and spasming. Yet, despite all this…

Her water was still on. Even as Taylor watched, Kanya forcefully clamped her jaw shut, stood up straight, and covered her mouth with her hands. Several seconds passed with her throat rapidly convulsing and her stomach visibly swelling. Then Kanya’s eye twitched and she once again doubled over, the waterworks resuming and her stomach visibly deflating.

“Alright, I think that’s more than enough for today,” came Elizabeth’s voice. The massive woman now had one more massive part of her; a gargantuan stomach that managed to beat out her prolific chest in size. She had likely been matching Kanya this whole time, meaning that while the small sporty woman had been releasing water, Elizabeth had just been taking it. All of it. She didn’t even look full yet, either! Her massive gut, as round and smooth as it looked, still had a bit of a wobble to it as she moved and she didn’t seem to be struggling at all. Just how much could this woman take? No wonder Kanya was obsessed with matching her. Maybe next time, instead of this bitch next to her, Taylor could…

Ah, who was she kidding? Taylor wasn’t a total masochist like Kanya seemed to be. Elizabeth was way out of her league. She’d settle for stomping this endlessly belching bitch into the floor next time.

Elizabeth reached over and turned off Kanya’s faucet before turning off her own. It was for a brief second, but Taylor swore that she saw a wave of relief wash over the blonde woman’s face. SHe might’ve imagined it though since it was immediately gone the next moment, replaced with a look of faux concern. “You really should learn to restrain yourself, honey. Everyone’s bodies have different limits. It’s perfectly natural.”

With the water turned off, Kanya once again tried to stand up straight. Proper posture only made it even more evident how heavily distended and swollen the small woman was, her skin blatantly straining and her upper belly distinctly more swollen and rounded than her lower. She apparently managed to clear her throat of water as she got out, “A-As if! I just need more practice, and then-” Then her throat spasmed, and she doubled over again.

Taylor grimaced. Ok, so… Kanya was overly competitive and self-destructive, Elizabeth was a bottomless pit who liked to play with others, and Niona was a big-boobed burping bitch. It was a weird group of people, to be sure, but… where else was Taylor going to find people to compete with in her weird, niche interest? She definitely seemed to enjoy it more when directly going against someone, so… maybe she’d stick with this group for now. At least until she got all this inflation nonsense out of her brain and could move on with her life-

“There, there, Kanya. Just let it all out…”

Oh shit, Meio was here. Taylor had completely forgotten about Meio. The quiet girl had just sort of faded into the background as the two groups of two had competed. Now she was by Kanya’s side, rubbing her back as the short woman worked on deflating enough to be able to exist again. Unlike the rest of the group, Meio hadn’t gone hard into the inflation. She was bloated, for sure, but significantly less. She just looked like she’d eaten a particularly satisfying meal. Was casual inflation a thing in this group? When everyone went this hard and this big? Maybe Niona was actually usually casual but was competitive with Taylor. Or maybe Meio just had a small capacity? Either way, it was… unusual.

As if reading Taylor’s mind, Elizabeth sauntered over to Meio, hips bouncing in time with her blown-up belly, and gave her stomach a few light pats. “Well, you didn’t seem particularly into this today, Meio.”

“Oh, no, um…” Meio swallowed. She looked away, but made no moves to stop Elizabeth from feeling her stomach. “I-I just… uh…”

“No need to make excuses,” Elizabeth said coyly. She moved her hands up to Meio’s face, lightly holding her chin to lift her face up. She had Meio look her in the eyes as she continued, “I’ll just have to make sure that you get more than your fill next time…”

… Right. So that was Meio’s role in this whole… thing. Kanya’s support and Elizabeth’s toy. Understood.

Taylor groaned and rubbed her stomach, willing it to settle down enough for her to make it to a bathroom. It was still angry with her, gurgling mournfully as it tried to process all the water she’d pumped into it. Of course, she wouldn’t be processing it, she’d be letting… it… out…

Ooooh, shit. Just where was she going to let all this water out? Where were any of them going to let all this out? Were there toilets nearby? There had to be if these showers had been built specifically with enemas in mind, right? Right? Taylor’s gut was starting to cramp up again, her bullied abs trying their best to fight back and reclaim their usual resting state by pushing every bit of water back out. No, it wasn’t time yet! Please let there be a toilet, please let there be a toilet, please please please let there be-

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Against all odds, there had been a toilet. Several toilets, actually. Taylor’s panic-driven theory had been correct. That was truly a Godsend since, judging by how three of them had to quickly waddle with their cheeks tightly clenched, there would have been more than just a mess made in that shower without those nearby toilets. Though, as grateful as Taylor had been for the toilets… they had not been soundproofed.

The noises… The damned noises…

M-hm… beyond that, the meet-up didn’t last for much longer. For whatever reason, while Taylor and the others had emptied out, Elizabeth just… didn’t. Then she continued not to even as they took showers and got dressed. Then the still immensely inflated woman, with a dress pulled on that looked more like a t-shirt from how her gut filled it up, had escorted them to the foyer and just… bid them goodbye.

Taylor thought it was weird as Hell, but the others didn’t stop for a moment to question it. She supposed it was normal for Elizabeth to avoid deflating in front of everyone? Taylor could certainly understand why Elizabeth wouldn’t want to, but the fact that she could be THAT full and still manage to not only hold it all in but to be able to walk around calmly… damn. Just… damn.

Outside Elizabeth’s boujie house, Kanya gave Taylor a sudden slap on the back, making her jump. “I’m glad you made it today!” The tomboy laughed while Taylor scowled. She ignored Taylor’s look and just continued, “It seemed like you had fun, too! And Elizabeth didn’t ask where you live, so she probably likes you!”

Well, that certainly didn’t sound ominous at all. Not one bit.

“I’ll make sure to loop you in the next time we meet up! See you later!”

With that, the three of them parted ways (Meio had awkwardly stood to the side while Kanya spoke while Niona had just kept walking, casting Taylor a dirty look as she passed). Taylor… really wasn’t sure what to make of the group. It seemed like the only thing tying them together was this weird fascination with inflation… except Meio didn’t seem to like it that much? Elizabeth also seemed like she was just humoring Kanya, so… what was holding this group together? Taylor wasn’t sure she wanted to find out the answer, but…

Well, where else would she get the chance to indulge in this weird little ‘interest’ of hers? She couldn’t deny it at all anymore; she loved how it felt to inflate, but even more so when she was in direct competition with someone. For that reason alone, even if it meant seeing Niona again, she would likely come again the next time she was invited.

She just needed to remember to bring earplugs… eugh.

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I am SO terribly sorry about disappearing like that for so long! It might've been obvious that I've been having irl stuffs going on, since I've been mentioning it for... forever by now, lol. That's no excuse though, so really, sorry about the delays!

You'll be glad to know, though, that things should be picking up quickly from here! This is the first of many comms that will be coming out over the next 1-3 weeks, with the next one (albeit a much shorter one) coming out in just a few days. So to those of you who commissioned me: thank you for your support and patience! It will be repaid in kind shortly~.

This one was commed by my glorious regular Taihen, featuring the start of his clique of inflatable moms~. Definitely not my usual fare as far as writing goes, but some of you may jsut get a kick out of it you weren't expecting, right? That's the fun of doing these comms~.