Voyeur

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He tracked the woman to this motel, which he had watched for a few weeks. Many men came and left, but the women rarely ventured outside. Most of them moved awkwardly or look frightened when they came out, he noticed. I’m sure the men aren’t kind to them. Anthony scoffed, seeing the tall white girl head inside holding two grocery bags. Still no ring – I should’ve taken it when I had the chance. He liked being careful, but sometimes it made things take much longer than expected. He hoped to have the ring by the end of the week.

He went inside, noting how humid and dark it was in the lobby. The pudgy man behind the counter sat his reading material down with irritation. “May I help you?”
“I’m looking to purchase.” He held up a roll of twenties.
“Get lost. We’re not doing anything illegal.”
“I just want some pussy.”
The man scoffed and flared the newspaper upright. Guess I have to make him understand. Anthony grabbed one of the man’s fingers and twisted it with the speed of a viper. “Listen, I came a long way and I’m just looking to unwind. Don’t touch your piece under the desk, just take my money and we will act like this never happened, deal?”
“Okay, okay!” The man dropped the paper and grasped his aching finger. “Fuck. I just have to be careful, that’s all.”
“Sorry about that.” He handed the man forty dollars. “This is to let that go.” Waste of money, but I don’t want that asshole holding a grudge.
He pocketed it with a nod. “What are you looking for?”
I like them chubby with big tits.” He tried not to be too specific.
He called the man in charge, and after a short exchange, he hung up and wrote something into a notebook. Anthony spied a few names as the man made a mark. “Isabel is free – apartment 4B; eight hundred for two hours.”

“Kind of steep.” He gave the man nearly all of the cash he carried and went upstairs without another word. The command rod would certainly be useful, he thought, but at least I know where that is. This damned ring could disappear for a long time if I lose track of it. He knew the self-doubt was dangerous. After inspecting the surroundings for any cameras, he cleared his mind and knocked on the flimsy wooden door.

It opened to reveal a raven-haired beauty wearing only a thong. There were visible tan lines on her enormous, naturally perky breasts. Tall and exotic, the woman’s weight was distributed evenly into her assets, making her immensely attractive. Her big hazel eyes sized him up as her glossy lips curled into a sly smirk. She’s not who I’m looking for, but she was definitely worth the price.

“You look like you’re hiding a wild side.” She spoke with little accent. “Come on in and get comfortable.”
He stepped in and joined her upon the couch. The room was cluttered and dilapidated, but it seemed more maintained than the lobby. “I’m not here for that, I just want to know who the fat girl upstairs is.”
Isabel’s eyes narrowed. “The new girl? That’s Christine. What do you want with her?”
“An old friend.”
There was a pause. “Tell me the truth.”
“She knows something that I want to know.”
“You’re here for the ring, aren’t you?” He hesitated and she knew she was right. “Why do you want it?” His lack of response urged her to continue. “The man in charge has it in a safe and only he knows the combination. You’re not going to be able to just walk in and take it, I hope you know.”
He let out a deep sigh. “I’m just a man unwinding after a long trip.” She knows too much, but maybe I can use her help. “Fine, you’re right.” He thought for a moment. “That isn’t your body, is it?”
She shook her head before pressing her tits together. “I wanted to be inside her, but not like this.”
“Well, help me get the ring and I’ll let you use it first and you can find another body. What happened anyway?”
“That fucker forced me into her body and he killed her… me… right in front of me. He does that to keep the girls in check. He loves to break people – swapping them into foreign bodies and then torturing them until they are his slaves. It is all about power for him.” She looked him over and nodded slowly. “I don’t know what it is about you, but I think you might actually be able to help. I’ll set up a meeting.“

Isabel stepped into the adjoining room and made a phone call. Anthony quietly moved closer and listened. “Yeah, tomorrow! I don’t care! He is perfect. Fuck the other guy! Just let him know and make sure Christine is full.” He moved back to his seat as she finished the call. Anthony had to avert his eyes from the woman’s voluptuous frame as she returned to the room. “He’ll let you in tomorrow for the first visit. I told him you’ll pay well for a ménage a trois. She noticed how he was staring at her as she sat beside him.

“It’s all right – you paid for your time, and you’re going to help me get out of this body. We can fuck for a little while.” Anthony was hesitant, but his base desires won out as she reached down to stroke the bulge in his pants. She undid them and fished his rigid cock free, stroking it with wild eyes. “How freaky do you want me to be?”
“You can do as much as you want, but not to me.” He said, firmly.
“Don’t knock it until you try it, but I get what you’re saying.” Isabel went to the bedroom and came back with an impressively thick and lengthy double-ended dildo. “More for me, then.” She slipped her thong to the floor and rubbed some lube on one end of the toy and then some between her ample ass cheeks. She fingered her ass while licking her lips.

Anthony enjoyed the show as the woman put a foot onto the couch, pushing the jellied dildo into her luxuriant golden ass. She stared into his eyes as she worked the toy deeper, inching it in slowly, her lip trembling as it explored her ass. Her trimmed eyebrows rose with discomfort and elation as she twisted the dildo before moving it farther. She gasped, forcing it in quickly, and with a slight twitch the entire toy was in her ass. She put her hands on her hips and brought her leg down, breathing heavily as she acclimated to the pleasurable discomfort. Her trimmed pussy glistening with excitement, she stepped over and straddled him.

“What about a condom?”
“I’m clean and I’m not going to be in this body much longer.” She didn’t wait for his approval before directing his cock into her wet pussy.
“What about the person you swap with?”
“It’s fine. What are the chances I’d get pregnant anyway?” She didn’t ask if he had any infections, but he reasoned that her cost usually kept the unsavory characters away.

He looked at her flat, toned stomach, thinking of what a waste that would be. She has a body that should never be destroyed by a child. He loved her soft, inviting skin and her tan lines accentuating her prized areas. He knew this was a bad idea, but he continued anyway.

Isabel worked her hips, her pussy making obscene sounds as it sucked on his cock. She pressed her huge, tanned breasts against his face. Anthony found a nipple and sucked roughly, grabbing her pliable ass as he increased his pace. He spread her ass, kneading the soft flesh, which caused her to moan with delight. One of his fingers felt the tip of the dildo sliding out, so he pushed it firmly back inside. He forced it past a snag and that sent Isabel into a frenzy. She screamed with joy and her pussy tightened incredibly. She quaked, laughing with glee as Anthony started filling her other hole. He gasped as he unloaded into the ferocious woman, who continued grinding against him, working every drop from his cock.

She planted a kiss on the drained man’s cheek before clumsily moving into the bathroom. He heard a thud as she tossed the dildo into the shower. After her, he cleaned up and left as another pleased customer.

The next day he returned and bought another visit to Isabel. He knew it was some sort of trap, but he had faith in himself. This time, she brought him up to meet her boss and his pet project. The comely woman was naked except for a harness that was locked around her waist. Her bountiful breasts had erect nipples and her skin was a rosy pink. Her frizzy hair was straighter and her large lips were smiling subtly as she masked her discomfort. She brought the couple inside and Isabel sat at the table next to the older man.

The dominant man with a receding hairline grinned. “You have good taste in women, my friend.” No women wore clothes, but the man had obviously become accustomed, as he barely looked at their bodies.
“I was looking to set up a group package.” Anthony said without emotion.
“Of course, but first you have to do something for me.” He directed the long legged blonde girl with pierced nipples to pat him down. She gave the clear signal and the man set to opening the safe, which faced away from them. He watched them as he removed the ring and was about to close the safe when his eyes grew with panic. “How did you-“ A deafening blast came and the man fell backwards, pulling the safe lid closed as he dropped.

Holding the smoking revolver, Cassie was paralyzed with shock. “Ch-check him.”
The ample bodied Latina woman stepped forward to glance past the table. “He’s fucked. Thanks to you we don’t get any damned money, though!” She glared at the locked safe.
“F-find the ring.”
Isabel searched around the lifeless man and finally found the ugly black ring. She slipped it on and looked to Anthony. He knew she was planning to take his body.

The slender woman was clearly traumatized by the murder and he was certain she wouldn’t fire another shot. He moved to retrieve the firearm, but slipped on some blood, falling against the table. Within an instant, he found himself disoriented and staring from a different set of eyes. Isabel had grabbed his hand, and he watched as his former body regained its balance.

It was very bewildering, and once his senses stabilized, he could see Christine extending her hand and she now wore the ring. Anthony recoiled and bounded for the door. He moved without grace, as the added weight on his chest and thicker legs caused him to stumble. He also felt a fullness that slowed him. Isabel had stuffed the dildo from yesterday up her ass before bringing him here. She planned for this switch to happen She wanted to keep me from running. He hit the wall, opening the door as two more shots rang out. He stopped, seeing a hole beside him where a bullet had passed. He knew running in this state would be certain death, so he turned slowly, seeing himself… his body… lying dead upon the floor. The filled girl he had followed here from the start now held the gun, pointed directly at him. “Get back in here, Isabel.”

Anthony complied. Unlike the other girl, he could see that this woman would shoot him without concern. Christine touched the ring to the other girl’s shoulder and he watched as both of them found their bearings. So much had happened it was hard to keep track, but now the shooter was in the slim girl’s body. Terrified and disoriented, Christine didn’t fight as the other girl retrieved the gun and the ring from her.

The woman with the ring walked to the door, turning to marvel at the scene. “You’ll be happy to know, Christine, that the key for that harness was in that locked safe.” The physically fit blonde girl gave a menacing smile, showing her white teeth, “The cops are going to find you with an ass full and you’ll be trapped in that body when you go to jail – a prison within a prison!” She stepped into the hall and turned to the man within Isabel’s body. “I’m Cassie and you are Isabel.” She craned her neck, urging him forward. “Coming?”

She followed, discomforted by the large toy in her ass and the uncertainty of the situation. He directed her to Isabel’s room where they found some clothes and waited for the police to arrive.
“They’re going to ask us about what happened, but we are just grieving the loss of our friends. They won’t care too much about a whorehouse anyway.” Cassie said with little concern as she held the gun. “You don’t cause any problems while the police are here and I’ll let you swap to another body afterwards, deal?”
“Deal.” He lied, but only partially, knowing that nothing good would come from tipping the police off anyway. She is right. The police will find Christine standing, traumatized by what she had done, and it will be a closed case. She might try to escape, but she wouldn’t make it far and she didn’t seem resourceful enough to break the lock on her harness. It was hard to think with the object in her ass.

“Having trouble?” Cassie patted Isabel’s ass. “You keep that in there for a while. That is my insurance that you won’t have the energy to do something stupid. A knock came on the door and Cassie slipped the pistol into the back of her pants, making sure to keep Isabel at a distance.

The police asked a few questions before they departed with a now clothed and cuffed Christine as well as two body bags. Both of them were relieved to see them go.

“May I take this out, now?” She struggled to maintain composure.
Cassie tossed the pistol onto the couch, placed the ring on an end table, and stepped forward with confidence. “How does it feel in a woman’s body? You got a good deal, actually. You’re fucking hot!” She pinched Isabel’s face before planting a quick kiss on her lips. “It is really fucking weird at first, but you start to enjoy it after some time. That sick asshole tortured me since I got here, so it feels pretty damned good to be free of that. By the end, though, I was actually kind of enjoying it – parts, at least. He always kept me pumped so full of water that I couldn’t think straight.”

She reached behind the unimpressed Latina to force the dildo deeper. “You get used to being someone’s bitch. I always knew I’d get away, though. Maybe I should break you like he almost broke me.” Cassie rubbed her light-blonde bush against Isabel’s leg. Leaning down to plant a few kisses upon her neck. “There is a point,” Cassie whispered, “when you realize that you were living the wrong life.” She slid her middle finger into Isabel’s warmth. “You’ve never felt anything like this before, I promise.”

She is right, Isabel thought as she touched her gently. She became increasingly wet as she looked into the girl’s grayish blue eyes. Her slender face framed with straight, platinum hair. Isabel was lost in the moment, feeling her skin flush and prickle with desire. The objects in her ass were certainly expediting the process, as it took mere moments before she felt pure delight throughout her body. Isabel pressed her full breasts against the spindly, fair-skinned woman. She hugged tightly as she clenched her eyes and teeth, trying to continue standing as the orgasm passed.

“It’s fucking amazing, isn’t it?” Cassie pulled back, smiling. “Now, go into the bathroom and take whatever you’re hiding in your ass out and we’ll get out of here.”

Isabel thought of diving for the gun or the ring, but knew it would end badly. Cassie placed them far enough apart so she could get the other if I tried for one. Clever. Isabel did as she was told, removing the thick double ended dildo and cleaned herself up. She came out and found a note sitting on the table: I can’t risk staying around you. Nothing personal, but I think you’ll do fine in that body. Don’t try to find me.

“Shit.”

True Colors

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It was odd, going from the new face to the pampered girl in a matter of months. Lilly had to admit that she enjoyed it. It was rewarding knowing that the bully wasn’t a threat anymore. In the hallway, Lilly saw a few people gathered in the red accented room, and she went to investigate. Traci was forced to wear arm binders for most of the days recently, leaving her door open for anyone to take advantage of her at any time. The men from before were set to return this evening and Lilly only imagined what the woman would be enduring by then.

To her surprise, Willa, the normally complacent girl, was gripping Traci’s hair. The young girl with a newfound fire in her eyes led the partially bound woman to the bed and pressed her head in between Kiera’s spread legs. The other girls laughed as Willa berated the now submissive woman.

“They’ll lose interest soon enough.” Julie said as she closed the door to her room. “Traci knew her time on the top wouldn’t last forever. She saw this happen before.” Her heavy breasts and slim frame was mesmerizing as she approached.
“What do you mean?”
“We’ve been here for years, honey. I was able to bounce back after my fall. Most can’t, though.” She looked into the room, watching the girl’s take advantage. “Traci was always dominant and held the status longer than anyone I’ve seen, but we’ll have to see what she does after this.”
“Wh-why doesn’t she resist?”
Julie shrugged. “If she really hurts one of them then it will get much worse for her and she’s probably just in shock that she actually lost her place. The Master had protected her for a long time, but he must want you to be the queen bee now.”
She remembered the loosely defined no violence rule. “How long is her contract?”
“None of us know – it’s kept secret and different for each of us.”
In the room, Taryn stepped up and landed a hard swat across Traci’s ass. Taryn’s large tits wobbled and the other girl bucked forward, pressing her face into the chubby woman’s crotch. “I can’t believe she’s just taking it.” Lilly watched. “Can’t she leave if it’s too much?”

“Sure, we all can go anytime we want! But, obviously, he finds ways to keep us from leaving. He figures out what motivates us and uses that to his advantage.”
“What did he do to keep you here?”
She sighed, looking away. “He pays for my sister’s medical bills. Without him, she wouldn’t be here. He also lets me visit her twice a year. Once he knows how to control you then he is a lot more lenient and lets you go into public. If he doesn’t trust you or you breach the contract then…” She shrugged unknowingly.

Julie turned to Lilly and put a hand on her shoulder. “Going to join us in there?”
“No, I think I’ll hang back for now.”
“Suit yourself, but be careful not to get drunk with power. He is going to let you boss us around, but he is still in control.” Julie gave a playful smirk as she walked through the doorway. Her thick legs and nice ass wiggled delightfully, as she took her place in line to dominate the once formidable woman.

Lilly went back to her room and found a book. I am glad they put her in her place, but I kind of feel bad. Lilly tried to set her mind to ease. She deserves this, though. She did the same thing to the other girls and they are giving her a taste of her own medicine. Hours passed before her door flew open, pulling her away from her reading.

Traci stepped into the room with a cold, brooding anger. Her wild, tangled brown hair fell over her bountiful, reddened breasts. With free arms, she closed the door before punching the foot of the violet colored bed, growling as she spoke. “You fucking whore! You are not going to get away with this.” Traci grabbed Lilly’s ankle and tugged her closer with unexpected strength. She drew back a hand and swatted Lilly’s tit. She attempted another strike, but Lilly deflected it. The wild woman’s high-set cheekbones showed as she smiled with a sick pleasure. She crawled atop her victim. “I’m going to make you regret crossing me, you goddamned hick.”

“Wh-what about the contract? You can’t hurt me!”
Traci slapped her across the face. “What do I care? I can’t handle another year in this fucking place!” Lilly could see a hatred in her eyes that scared her. Traci threw another punch that hit her arm. “I’ve been keeping myself at the top for nine years and you came in to fuck it all up!”
“It was the… the man.”
Traci grabbed her nipples tightly and pulled hard. Lilly shrieked for a moment before another slap silenced her. “Be quiet! You caused this and you will fall back in line or I will make you miserable!”

Traci bent forward and pulled the frightened girl upright, pushing her toward the bathroom door. Lilly stumbled as Traci came in behind her and locked the door. “Our guests arrived – I’m going to get you ready them!” She unscrewed the hose to the showerhead. “I hear you like enemas.”

“Don’t do this, Traci. Just let me have my time-“
“You don’t deserve any time at the top, you backwards bitch! I’m going to make you suffer and everyone else will see that I’m still in charge!” Her tone sounded like she was trying to convince herself.
“You’re in too far and The Master is going to punish you when he finds out.”
“No, no, no! He’s going to reward me for being so confident!” She rubbed some lotion onto the end of the hose and slapped Lilly’s ass until she bent forward. I can’t hurt her or I’ll get punished. I just have to let her do this and maybe she will be gone for good! Lilly put her hands on her knees as she felt the hose slip inside and snake its way through her guts.

Traci stood her up and turned her, smiling as she flipped the water on. The cold water and air mixed in her belly. Traci pulled her closer, wrapping her hands around Lilly’s squishy ass and watching as the water pained her. “Do you like being my bitch?” Traci had to look down as she hugged the Montana girl, pressing their warm skin together. Lilly’s smaller bosom nestled beneath Traci’s ample tits. Lilly couldn’t help herself, locking lips with her aggressor, moaning with mixed emotions as the lukewarm water painfully blasted inside.

They drew back and stared at one another for a time. Traci’s straight eyebrows quivered as she pushed her trimmed pussy forward. Her flowery perfume was subtle, mixing with the intoxicating scent of her flowing dark brown hair. She could see that the woman needed to assert herself after being stripped of all control. Traci finally broke the stare and grabbed something from beneath the sink. She held a metal funnel with a spout roughly the size of her thumb. The pain was becoming too intense, pulling her attention away; Lilly reached lower and began rubbing herself.

Traci slapped her hand aside. “No, this is punishment, you slut!” The tall seductive brunette sat the funnel aside and moved behind Lilly, wrapping her arms around her hips and softly caressing her expanding belly. “You like being punished, don’t you?” Traci put her chin upon Lilly’s shoulder and pressed her squishy chest against her back. “You’d just love it if I touched you right now. You’d probably cum in an instant, wouldn’t you?” She pressed her hips forward, causing the hose in Lilly’s ass to bend and move slightly deeper.

Breaking from the embrace, Traci cranked up the flow of the water, causing the inflating girl to jump forward, reaching back for the hose. Traci backhanded her, stopping her abruptly. Lilly whined, holding her belly as she bit her lip. “I can’t, it’s too much.” She gasped, trying to endure.

“Kneel down, over the side of the tub.” Lilly gave a questioning look that was met with a slap across her distended belly. “Now!”

Her stomach was pronounced, making her look a few months pregnant. She got down, but couldn’t fit over the edge of the tub without leaning forward. She did so, awkwardly sticking her ass into the air. With her pussy pressed against the fiberglass of the tub and water continually blasting inside, she squirmed, attempting to distract her mind from the agony. Thankfully, the wider tub allowed her to find a comfortable position. Unable to touch herself, she became increasingly frustrated.

Suddenly the flow increased. She jerked, sliding forward, pressing her shoulder against the side of the bathtub and bending her neck at an angle. Her body contorted, putting her legs outward as they rested upon the edge of the tub. Traci grabbed her ankles and held her in place as the full force of water poured into her midsection, inflating her like a balloon. She could see her belly shaking as moved lower, pressing against the tub floor. She gasped, uncertain of how much more she could take.

“Want it to stop?” Lilly grunted in response, unable to speak as she slid lower due to her weight. Her stomach had reached the bottom and started to spread outward. “If you don’t say anything then I guess I could just leave you…”
“P-pl-please st-stop.”
Traci beamed from above. “So polite!” She flipped the lever and the water stopped moments after.

Lilly groaned as the girl above tugged on the hose, working it out painfully. Tensing, she felt it withdrawing from her insides and Lilly tightened with all her might when it finally slipped free. Traci took the funnel from the counter and forced it into her ass. Before anything could come out, she felt something strange pouring inside. She moved slightly to see the once regal woman grinning with a fervor that she had never seen. I’ve only seen that look when someone is about to go too far with me.
She held an opaque, white container, pouring a white powder into the funnel. Baking flour? Where did she get that? She must have stashed it some time ago. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Like I said, I’m getting you ready!” She sat the starch aside and grabbed a oversized metal spoon, using the handle to push the thickening powder deeper. “This will make help you keep it all in!” She swapped out the spoon and poured more powder into the funnel. “Feels weird, doesn’t it?” Lilly let out an awkward grunt as she tried to wriggle free, but it only caused her neck to throb. Traci withdrew the funnel and stuck the handle of the metal spoon all the way into her ass, spinning it using the round portion. “We have to make sure to stir it up or it won’t work. I think we’ll need more, too.” She repeated the process many times. “This should help you hold it in a little more easily.”

Traci’s grip slipped. Lilly felt her expanded body tilt, slowly gaining speed until she turned in the tub, coming to rest upon her back. She was sore, but thankful to be able to stretch. Her stomach throbbed, reminding her of the predicament. It was enormous, weighing her down as it obscured her vision. I look like I’m about to pop! Traci reached between her legs and forcefully churned the mixture in her ass. Lilly was too tired to fight at this point. “Got to make sure it’s thick enough.” She pulled the spoon’s handle out, and the goo inside felt as if it was all trying to come with it. She clenched her ass instinctively.

“It will still come out when you’re ready, but it’s going to make a big mess.” She cleaned the shower hose and put the head back on. “Try not to force it.” A knock startled her. “Time to go!” She sat the plastic container and other implements under the sink and unlocked the bathroom door. She moved past the man with a bashful smile. Patrick came in and marveled at the scene.

“My, my, partaking in some leisurely activities?” He smiled above. She let out a long breath as she crinkled her nose in pain. Gripping the side of the tub, she attempted to stand. She couldn’t help pushing, trying to get the thick block out of her behind. Nothing moved, including her. The man removed his expensive suit jacket and hoisted her upright. It was inefficient, but they managed to get her onto her knees and then standing. Her heavy belly sagged with the immense water weight. How much of that crap did he put in me? Shouldn’t it be thinning with all of the water in there?

“So why the big belly? What do you have in there?”
Lilly could barely think. She waited silently as the man rubbed her aching stomach. “Your skin is so warm and tight!” He spoke with admiration. She stepped over the tub’s edge and balanced herself using Patrick’s shoulder and the edge of the sink. Lost in a fog, she made short grunts as she fought through the cramping. “F-fuck m-me.” She grumbled.

He interpreted her frustrated remark as an invitation. With a hungry smile, he closed the toilet lid and slid his pants to his ankles before taking a seat. She was too drained to argue, so she shuffled closer and straddled the man. She was very wet down there, and he slipped in on his first attempt. Even in her addled state, Lilly loved the feeling. It helped to dull the rest of her pains as she moved her hips. Patrick squeezed her closer, causing her belly to squish outward between their arms.

“Fuck, I’m going to come already. Get down and let me shoot in on your tits.”
“J-just… just come inside.”
“You sure?” She didn’t respond, and the man scoffed, gripping her ass as she continued moving. “You on birth control?”
She managed to shake her head in response.
His expression turned to panic. He tried to push her off, but her weight kept her firmly in place with his cock buried inside. She continued gyrating her hips.
“Stop! Stop!” She wrapped her arms around him and held him close, pressing his face into her breasts to muffle his complaints. He rocked her side to side, trying to escape. It was in vain, however, and she felt a pulsing warmth inside. The feeling was magical and she climaxed alongside him. She used her hips to work out every drop of his seed.

With his help, she got off and staggered to lean against the wall in agony. The man pulled his pants up. “I am not about to support some bastard! You crazy bitch!” This was the true man, standing before her, not the façade he had in public. He’s angry and spoiled. She knew he would cause more trouble for her, but she didn’t care at the moment. He slammed the door and left her alone. She went to the toilet and began the painful, messy ordeal of emptying out. She pressed her clit as she forced the thick goop out in long, slow motions. Luckily, it was only a short time before the warm water flowed freely.

“What the hell have I done?” She put her head in her hands. “I let that jerk come in me!” She sniffled. “Traci is to blame for this! I’m going to fucking kill her!” She looked down at her swollen belly. “I’m a whale!” She used her hands to shake it side-to-side, entranced by the motion. She accepted the pain, clenching one eye as she continued pushing the water out.

Harlot

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With her wrists securely fastened to her elbows behind her, Christine could do nothing to stop the water flowing into her. “Don’t do this, I’m sorry! I’ll do whatever you want!” She stood naked, shifting anxiously trying to subvert the unpleasant feeling.

“I thought we had established that I don’t give a shit what you say or do, I’m going to do this just to keep you in line.” The man leaned against the doorway as Cassie controlled the water flow. “I want to see her stomach puff out like a goddamned balloon.”

Cassie rolled her eyes with a playful grin as she pressed the handle down. The shower hose shook with pressure and the short, curvy girl snarled with pain. Christine’s frizzy hair obscured her face as she leaned forward. Her large breasts jiggled as she gasped. Her belly was growing slowly, hanging low as the water poured inside her.

About a minute passed before the paunch distended into a tight potbelly. “That’s good.” Cassie turned the flow off and moved behind her. She pulled the hose out carefully and popped the large butt plug into her clenched opening. Christine lamented as she stepped into the latex shorts and allowed Cassie to strap them, locking them in place just below her midsection.

Cassie rubbed her exposed pussy and licked her fingertip. “She is starting to enjoy it.” She looked to the relaxed man.
“Good, she’ll learn her place eventually. I got a guy in room 408 who bought some time, bring her there while I go work on Isabel. He pays double if he gives her a creampie.”
“Wh-what?”
The man gave her a level glare. “He likes going in bare. Is that a problem?”
“N-no, I just… What if I…” Her water filled stomach kept her docile.
“Get an STD, get pregnant? What the hell do you care? If you are a good girl then I can switch you into someone else’s body. I have a ring that makes you practically immortal, but I only let you use It if you prove that you’re loyal.” He waved her over and lightly patted her belly. “You’re going to do whatever that man says with an ass full of water.” He jabbed her stomach, causing her to buckle in agony. “Do you get me, bitch?”

Christine fell to her knees, nodding vigorously. The man grabbed her cheeks and forced her to look up at him. Squeezing, he forced her to open wide. He let a line of saliva drip into her open throat. She gagged and pulled away, “Toughen up or we will find another bitch. You replaced one of my top girls, so you better try harder, you slut!”

Cassie hoisted the full girl and brought her to the front door. Christine questioned her nudity, but Cassie pushed her into the hallway. “No one gives a shit here. We’re dinner for these fucking animals.”
“What did he mean back there?” Christine asked as they walked. “Why did you have the ring with you anyway?”
“You just mind your own business and take it like a whore.” She said, venomously.

After knocking, a black man with sleeved tattoos greeted them. He wore baggy shorts and no shirt, showing off his toned muscles. He let a slight smirk show as he eyed the topless girl up and down. His voice was deep and relaxed. “He never mentioned that she was already knocked up.”

“She’s not. That’s her punishment. That harness stays in place and you can’t use her ass.”
“Alright,” he conceded, “that works.” He pulled her arm gently and Cassie nodded as he closed the door. “What’re you keeping in there?”
“Water. It hurts.”
“Kinky, I like it. You’re going to feel like one of those waterbeds when I’m fucking you.” He brought her over to the couch and sat her down. “I got you for an hour, so let’s start with a B.J.” He moved his shorts down just enough to sling his cock over the top. It was long and incredibly thick. “Think you can take it all?”
“If you don’t do anything to me then I can help you get a shitload of money.”
“I bet. Start sucking.”

She sighed as she looked up to him. Her belly grumbled as a bubble of air moved inside her. She grabbed his warm, throbbing cock and directed it into her mouth. It touched the back of her throat and she gagged. She swallowed and tried again, this time it moved down her throat slightly before she wretched once again. “Really, I can get you money!”

He stopped her with a gesture. “You gotta toughen up.” He put his hands in her hair and moved her head back and forth upon his shaft. She choked a few times, but he didn’t hesitate. He pushed it lower and eventually he was fucking her throat, nearly fitting his wide cock inside her mouth – nearly. He pushed in hard, but it hit the back of her throat and she pushed upon his thighs, recoiling until he let her go. Christine almost threw up, but she composed herself in time. The man laughed as he leaned her onto her side. “I need to get into that pussy.”

Still teary-eyed, she spread her legs and rested her head upon the armrest. The bulky, muscular man slid his shorts to the floor and maneuvered himself into place upon the narrow couch. With some guidance, he poked the tip into her damp pussy. She took him in easily, his girth causing her to tense with overwhelming sensations. She gasped as the man pressed about halfway in and paused. She opened her eyes to see he looked frustrated. He’s trying not to cum.

She thought back to the other man’s promise of a new body and she couldn’t stop herself. She pushed upward and watched him shake his head vigorously. She ignored him, pushing onto his cock until he pressed down. The pain in her belly gave her pause, but he was already in motion. He pumped her violently, pressing into the tighter depths of her pussy, and after a few seconds, he buried himself all the way in, emptying his cock as she fought to buck him off. Unable to orgasm from a sudden cramp in her stomach, she grumbled loudly. He collapsed upon her, squishing her belly between them. She slapped his side, but he stayed in place, grunting as he continued to fill her.

He finally lifted himself and watched her for a moment. Her hurt expression gave him pause. He got up and turned Christine over without explanation. She was too sore to resist as he put her onto her stomach and crawled back onto her. He rubbed his wet, semi-hard cock between her legs until he felt her opening. He pushed in again and started moving once more. “Gotta get my money’s worth.” She let out a pathetic whimper as he fucked her with new vigor, slowly getting harder. It all hurt: the water and air compressed in her expanded belly, the man’s thick cock invading her surprisingly shallow pussy, and the fact that she was about to come. She wished she had more willpower, but holding the enema for so long had robbed her of most rational thinking. She relaxed and allowed the man to plow her with oddly arousing force.

She focused on the pleasure and let out short, quick moans as she climaxed. This caused the man to fuck her as hard and fast as he could. She loved it. She almost came a second time, but he shifted and poked her painfully below. It took a few minutes until he filled her a again. The feeling of elation passed and Christine found herself aching all over as the man lay upon her, his cock twitching inside her.

The man got up and put his shorts back on. “That was good. Thanks for letting me nut in you.” She nodded despondently. “I’m here for the week, so I’ll see you again soon.”

She thought again about mentioning the nameless man’s stash a few doors down the hall, but she decided it wasn’t a good idea. What can he do? He would just complicate things. She went to the bathroom and left. She thought about making an escape, but she guessed the guy at the main desk was paid to watch for her. I need to get out of this body too, and that son of a bitch knows it, I’m trapped.

Cassie answered the door and brought her back inside. “Can you please take this damned thing off of me now?” Christine pleaded to the man watching smugly.
He scoffed and grabbed his keys from the table as he walked to the door. “I have to run a few errands. You keep her company while I’m gone.” He slapped Cassie’s tight ass. “I’ll be back in an hour.”
“Wh-what?” Christine stammered. “You can’t just leave me like this!”
The man stopped in the doorway, turning back with malice in his eyes. “I am not stupid. I know you’re still some defiant bitch looking for the first chance to fuck me over. I’m never going to trust you, but I am going to break you. Sooner or later you’ll realize that I control you; you’re going to live a short, shitty life or a long, pleasurable life, but that depends on you.” His voice dropped to a dangerous tone. “I will ruin you if I have to.” He stared her down as she fought back tears. “I’ll be back in an hour and that stays on!”

She outright begged before he slammed the door. Cassie said nothing as she sat upon the couch and turned on the television. Once it was certain the man wouldn’t return, she decided to sit as well. Time passed as they sat, watching some boring documentary about aquatic life. Christine thought about her situation and how she could end it. Her mind ventured to dark places as she endured the agonizing ache in her belly. There has to be a way out, I can’t just be one of his whores for the rest of my life. She thought about getting a new body, about Cassie moving back to this one, and about her previous encounter. She studied Cassie for a time. Why would she let a stranger get this body pregnant if she wanted it back? She seems awfully calm for someone in her situation.

“You lied to me, didn’t you?” They looked at one another. “This isn’t your body.”
Cassie sighed. “Yeah.” She paused to gather her thoughts. “I have to get on his good side or this won’t work. We have to wait until he opens the safe and then we can snatch the ring and the money and get the fuck out of here!”
“Bullshit, how many other people has he done this to?”
“Look, I did lie, but there was a reason. You wouldn’t have come with me if I told you I was going to get you into a sex ring, would you? I can stop this and I’m really close, but you have to play along!”
Christine looked down to the silver lock resting upon her bulging belly. Her stomach gurgled, but she suffered through it. “I can’t handle this much longer.”

“You’d be surprised at what you can handle. I’ve been here for months and I’ve been in five bodies. He isn’t lying when he says he’ll give you another body, but you have to earn it.” She gave a distant look. “I have come too far and I need your help. I have a plan, but if we mess it up then it’s going to get worse for us both – much, much worse.”

She’s still lying, but I need to find a way out of this and I don’t have a plan. Christine put a hand on her growling belly. “I don’t care. I want out of this. Get me out by tonight!”
Cassie struck Christine’s distended belly with the side of her hand, causing the girl in bondage to groan and curl forward defensively. “You are not jeopardizing what we have been working for! You will do whatever the fuck he says or I will make your life even more miserable!” Cassie pushed her onto her side and jabbed her behind her arm. Christine burst into tears as Cassie struck her again.

“Stop, stop, please!”
“Are you going to listen to me now?” Christine gave a pained nod as she stared at the floor. “You have to deal with whatever he does to you and don’t mention anything about our conversation today, got it?” Another submissive nod. “He’s right, though, I know you’re not broken yet.” She pulled Christine back up and put a hand between her legs. The thick girl sat tensely as Cassie rubbed a finger along her slit. “I’ve been through more than you’ll ever know to get this far and we aren’t the only girls involved… but we aren’t ready yet, understand?”

Christine said nothing as Cassie continued rubbing between her legs. Cassie massaged the meek girl’s belly carefully before inserting a finger into her damp privates. “See, you still can enjoy this. You probably don’t understand your new body yet, but everything you feel can be more intense – pain and pleasure.” Cassie leaned the full girl back once again, getting in between her legs and lightly licking the button atop her smooth, shaven pussy. “Just stop fighting and he will lose interest.” She slipped her tongue inside to taste her juices. “He feeds upon defiance and he will do whatever he can to provoke you.”

The slim girl lifted Christine’s meaty legs onto her shoulders as she buried her face into her mound. Christine’s full belly and heavy breasts rocked as Cassie pleased her. The feeling made her forget her predicament, feeling warmth spreading throughout her body. She pushed up and Cassie wrapped her arms around her thighs, not holding back as she licked. Christine moaned as she held her prominent breasts, feeling orgasm building. Suddenly, Cassie stopped. Christine looked down to see the woman watching her uncaringly. “Are you going to sell me out?”
Christine paused.
“Are you going to sell me out?” Cassie asked again, reaching low to press against the butt plug.
The pain only added to her excitement. “N-no.”
“Give me your word or I’ll stop right here!”
“I won’t, I promise, just keep going please!”
Cassie smiled before going back to work. Her tongue slipped back in and Christine came instantly. She convulsed, gasping as she wrapped her legs around the girl’s head. The pain returned slowly, but it was more manageable now. Cassie arose and wiped away the wetness from her chin, smiling with her eyes.

“See, it’s not all bad. Trust me.”

Submissive

Standard

He watched the two women from a distance. Both were dressed in gaudy, short dresses and extravagant jewelry. He planned as he followed them, noting what he could grab quickly. I’ll go for the short one with the fat ass. I’ll grab her purse, that necklace, and I guess I’ll nab that ugly ring – It looks old, so it’s probably something expensive. The skinny girl doesn’t look like a fast runner, so I should be fine. Both of them seem kind of oblivious to the people around them too. I don’t see anyone who will try to stop me, so this should be a piece of cake.
 
He saw an opening and started his approach. They stopped on the side of a busy street, arguing about something, completely unaware as he edged closer and closer. Mateo lined up his hands and snatched the ring and the necklace in a fast, forceful maneuver, sliding his arm through the strap of the low hanging purse before he bolted. He sprinted along the sidewalk as his vision blurred and he stumbled. Dizzy and bewildered, he fell against a parked car, rolling along its hood. His line of sight changed into a tunnel as he seemed to be falling backwards.

His eyesight returned as he stood again, watching from someone else’s perspective. He located himself in the crowd ahead, his former self rolled off of the front of the car and landed upon the ground. Disconnected, he watched a passing car headed for the person lying on the ground. Mateo was silent as the car shook, crushing his former body.

A scream brought his mind back to reality. He looked to his side to see the slender woman from before. Confused, he looked down at his hands. They’re so small. What just happened? His eyes wandered. Holy shit, those tits are huge! Am I… He grabbed the large breasts on his chest. I’m in her body!

“What did you do?!” The tall blonde woman exclaimed. Not the source of the scream, as she was more irritated than shocked.
“What is going on?” Mateo could only ask, confused by his new, higher pitched voice.
“I know that look! You got her killed!” The stunning blonde scowled. “Don’t run; we have to get that ring back!”

Mateo saw a group congregating around his former body. He stepped closer, seeing a pool of blood forming. It was odd seeing his lifeless body at a distance. I cheated death, so I guess I should be thankful.

“Do you see the ring anywhere?” The lanky girl asked quietly, craning her neck as she looked past the collection of people.
No ring in sight, it must’ve gone flying. “What is so special about that ring?”
The woman’s long face darkened with rage. “You piece of shit, you fucking thief!”
“Fuck you, you white whore.”
The woman scoffed. “You’re a white whore now too!” She rolled her eyes as she gave one more glance to the crowd alongside the road. “I was no saint, but I want my life back! We have to find it!” The woman took his arm and led him down an alley. “Look, I know this is a lot to take in, but that ring let people swap bodies and I swapped with that woman before you ran her into traffic.” She gave a sweeping gesture, showcasing herself. “This flat chested bitch took my body before you came along.”

Mateo took another look at his buxom figure, grabbing his breasts, which were only held in place by the sequin tube dress. “You actually want this back?” He pushed back his frazzled hair. “You… this…” Mateo motioned to his new body. “I look like a cheap hooker.”

“Fuck you. I was top dollar and my customers loved me!”
Mateo laughed. “So you were actually a hooker.”
“Who the hell are you to judge? You goddamned thief.” She cocked her neck and raised a finger. “Just… shut up and listen. That bitch took over my body and was about to leave me high and dry, but I convinced her to stick around for a little while until we could figure this out.”
“Figure what out?”
“To swap back! She said it was one way, but there has to be a way to go back!” The woman ran her fingers through her hair before continuing. “The woman had already swapped bodies a few times before. Evidently, she had moved into some rich Mexican asshole who ended up being chased by the police. She came across the border and moved into this stripper’s body to ditch the heat. So, that means the previous owner is dead or in jail.”

“Why do you care? Really, why do you even want this body back? Just go find a new one.”
“Just… Never fucking mind. Let’s go try to find it and then you’ll help me figure this out.”

People were already scattering. Police had shown up to tape off the area and get statements, but they didn’t stay long. The police left and the ring was nowhere in sight. Someone took it after the accident.It’s what I would’ve done. “Ask around for anyone selling the ring. Whoever has it doesn’t know we’re looking for it, so they shouldn’t be too guarded about it.”

“Wait, you have to give me some more damned answers!” Mateo puffed out his chest in an unintentionally sexualized display.
“Listen, you little punk, you’re in my body now and…” She studied him for a moment, debating something mentally. “Look, you have to keep acting like me… I mean her… because there is a guy that knows where she stashed her money. He is the only person that knows now.”
“Huh? How much?”
“Seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars.” Mateo did a quick double take. “Uh-huh. She was supposed to meet him tonight. He knew about the ring and knew her before she started moving north.”
“Okay, so we meet him, get the cash, and split up.” She’s going to try to cross me, but I’ll be damned if I let her get away with that much money.
“No, you idiot! He wants to buy that ring. We need it first!” She calmed herself. “Look, maybe you can get the location of the cash from him and if not then you will have to buy us some time.”

Mateo glanced down to her cleavage. “Woah, you better not be…”
“Yeah, stupid, you gotta fuck him. Isn’t it worth three quarters of a million?”

The older man smiled as she closed the door. “You must be Christine.” He grinned. “Should I call you that now?”
“Sure, it fits I guess.” I am Christine and she is Cassie. He repeated the mantra. Typical whore names. “Look, the ring-“
He stopped her. “I don’t want to talk business quite yet. I want to take a test drive with that new body of yours.” The beady-eyed man walked over and slid the straps off her shoulders, letting the sequin dress crumple onto the floor. Only her black and pink thong remained. “Oh, those are some very fine tits you have there.” He spun her. “That ass is thick too, she must have some black in her.” He squeezed her behind. I am Christine… I can fuck an old guy for a shitload of cash and then swap out of this whore’s body once we find that ring again.

The man stopped and watched her for a moment. “What’s my name?”
“Uh, I don’t remember after the switch.” She lied.
“Okay, what is your name – your real name?” He inquired as he subtly balled a fist. Christine couldn’t answer. “You swapped with her, didn’t you?”
“Fine, yeah, she died and the ring is gone. I can get it back, though.”

He sighed deeply. “You know what? I don’t give a shit. Let me fuck you and I’ll give you a shot.” He yanked hard on her panties, ripping them away painfully.
“Careful, asshole!” She tried to punch him, but he grabbed her arm, as well as the other, and wrestled her onto the bed. He flipped her over and used his weight to pin her down.
“I like em feisty.” He reached to the side of the bed and retrieved some braided nylon rope, wrapping it around her wrist. “I came prepared for some fun.”
She struggled and even got a few good kicks in, but ultimately he subdued her, tying her spread eagle on her stomach to the hotel room bed. He stepped back and laughed. “A shame I can’t see your gorgeous tits, but I need the ass for what I’m planning.”

“Just fuck me and get it over with.”
“Nah, I’m going to have fun watching you squirm. I don’t know who you are so I don’t even feel bad!” She could hear a rustling behind her as the man moved in between rooms. He returned and spanked her bountiful ass hard. She felt cold lotion drip onto her ass and he used something rubber to rub it along her asshole. He pressed it in and she grunted in pain. I am Christine, this is normal for a whore.

A hiss came from behind her. She looked back to see the naked man squeezing a black bulb. “It’s inflating in me!”
“You’re smart!” He mocked her as he pressed and released with long motions. She whined loudly as she felt the inflating ball pushing her ass open from the inside. He gave her some time in between pumps as she tried to accept the pain, gasping quickly. “Having some trouble?” The man cackled. “I guess it’s big enough, better stop here. She felt a tug before the man walked beside her holding a small, loose black hose. “It’s all up to you now! Push it out.”

Oh shit! The first push barely moved the object. Her body should be used to this! Christine pushed with all of her might, causing the big ball in her ass to part her painfully before it slipped back in. She drew a few more short breaths before making another attempt. It felt like it was about to make it through when she felt it go back inside forcefully, moving deeper than before. She opened her eyes to see the man reaching back, pressing it in. He forced it so deep that she jumped forward upon the bed, screaming and pulling against the bonds.

“Just having fun, go ahead and I won’t stop it this time.” The man wiped the slime from his fingers onto her ass.

She used all her might to push the object free. She groaned as it popped out and rolled against her inner thigh. He sniggered as she made pathetic moans. He stepped back and gathered the ball, pushing it between her cheeks with both hands. “No, no, I can’t!” He held it in place as she rocked in the bed, unable to escape her bonds. He pulled one hand back, balled a fist, and punched the toy. It popped into her ass causing so much pain that she couldn’t even scream. He held it in place with a finger as she bucked violently. Soon she calmed, crying softly. After a moment she finally found words again. “I can’t handle this, it’s too much. I’ll do anything if you stop.”

“Good. You keep that in you and I’ll stop.”

He pulled the tip of his finger out and left her, struggling to retain the object. “You sick bastard!” Her ass ached as he rifled through his belongings. Christine’s groans grew louder as the enormous ball slid lower, pressing her backdoor wide as it fought to escape. “Uh, uh, oh, oh no, I can’t…”

The man came over and rammed his pointer directly into her gaping asshole. “I said keep it in! Looks like you need help.” Wincing as she glanced over her shoulder, she watched him spit upon a huge black butt plug, bringing it low and jamming it up her ass. Again, sharp pain caused tears to run down her cheek. “Keep it in.” He said in a gravelly tone.

She pursed her lips and set her mind to holding the object in place. I can’t believe I’m letting him do this! The objects still tried to escape, but the thought of the pain they would cause gave her motivation to keep them in.  Just wait for a good opportunity… The objects caused a dull ache in her bottom as the man carefully untied the restraints around her legs. How in the fuck did I get to this point. That asshole is going to hurt me if I let anything out and I’m powerless to stop him.

The man held up some latex shorts and grabbed her ankle. With her other leg free, she whipped it back and just missed kicking him in the jaw. With a fire in his eyes he cupped his hand and brought it down with all his might upon her still rosy backside. Her skin rippled as his hand bounced away. She gasped loudly as he was already striking her a second time. He assailed her and she lost count, feeling utter agony as the man spanked her without remorse. “Oh my god, oh my god, stop, stop!” She shook as he hit her, wailing as she tried to move away.

He finally stopped, talking in a far more stern tone. “You will not try anything like that again. You are my property, bitch.” She couldn’t speak as the man untied her ankles and slid the latex garment up her legs. Next, he slid on odd looking strap onto her, keeping the objects held firmly in her ass. He tightened the harness around her waist and clasped it closed. She whimpered softly as the man untied her arms and rolled her over. “I’m going to fuck you, Christine, and you’re going to let me or I won’t show you where the key is.” She looked down to see the silver lock upon the top of the harness. He also had full access, as the front straps parted in a V-shape and there was a hole in the front of the shorts, exposing her glistening pussy.

He undid his pants and crawled on top of her, lifting her legs into the air. She whined as the ball moved deeper in her ass as the man got into position. He rubbed his hard cock against her slit before he nudged inside. Fuck, it feels kind of good. He pushed his dick all the way in. God, I’ve never felt something so amazing in my life! The objects seemed to amplify the pleasure now. The man lifted her hips and pounded downward, making sure to penetrate as far as he could.

“You’re so wet! I think you might be liking that new body.”
She looked up into his eyes as he plowed her, causing her mind to swim with excitement. She looked to her rolling tits, moving in a hypnotizing rhythm upon her chest. She moved a hand down her chest and over the glorious breasts, pinching her nipples as he fucked her. Christine moved one hand lower and touched her clit. She gasped as orgasm took her by surprise. She clenched her eyes and convulsed.

He went into a frenzy, moving at twice the speed. The objects in her ass moved, but now the pain was dull, overcome by the pure pleasure running through her body. “F-Fuck!”
“I’m about to cum.” He said in a near whisper.
“Okay.” She grabbed his hips as he rammed her.
He laughed suddenly. “All right then.” He made long, forceful strokes and within seconds, Christine felt her body tense and flush, tingling with delight that she had never felt before. His cock erupted inside of her, causing her to twitch as he filled her.

The man crawled aside and let her fall to the bed. The ball and plug in her ass shifted, sending a throbbing pain through her body. Christine gave a pitiful whine as she lay motionless. He hoisted her and brought her to the door, opening it without concern. “Go get me some food.”

“I can’t go out like this!” She spoke weakly, assured that he was joking.
He scoffed as he grabbed a loose fitting tank top and some sweatpants, throwing them at her. “Hurry up, bitch, I’m starving.”
“You can’t just… leave it in me! Take it out and I’ll go.”
“You’ll go or I will leave you here to suffer while I go to a fucking restaurant! There’s a burger joint across the street.” He tossed a ten dollar bill onto the floor. “You can go get the same lock with the right key or some bolt cutters from the hardware store a few blocks away, but it will cost more than that, I promise. You get back here with my food and I’ll think about taking that out.”

Christine stepped out the door as the man slammed it behind her. Jesus, what the hell have I gotten myself into? I just have to hold out and make it back. Hopefully Cassie will get that ring and come find me, and then we can kill this asshole and take that money. I’ll make sure he tells me where it is. The thought of the old man crying in pain pleased her. She walked slowly downstairs, trying to limit the sudden movements that would cause discomfort. The hotel was run down, but seemed to be reasonably clean. She wondered why no one had checked on the loud noises coming from the man’s room.

In the lobby, she saw a well-dressed man escorting a sleazy looking redhead away from the main desk. He slapped her ass as he followed her up the stairs. I’m in a whorehouse! The sweaty man at the front counter sat back in his chair, ignoring his newspaper to stare at her chest as she passed. She made her way down the block and into the first fast food establishment she found.

Feeling out of place amongst the more adequately dressed customers, she ordered a meal. Men and women alike stared at her ample bosom, seeing her nipples poking out beneath the thin cotton top. I feel like a piece of meat. Why the hell do women wear clothes to draw so much attention? A couple of teenaged boys laughed quietly as they watched her from a booth. Her angry stare did nothing to deter them. The long wait was painful in more ways than one. Finally, they called her number and she started back to her captor.

Outside, she realized that she was very wet once again, and this allowed the pain to lessen as she moved. Feeling more and more aroused, she stepped into the hotel and moved by the man quickly as he watched her without a word. The front of her pants had a large wet spot that she tried to hide as she passed. She moved to the first landing in the stairwell and slipped a hand down her pants, pressing against her privates through the opening in the shorts. She was dripping with excitement.  Her other hand rubbed her soft, pliable breast through her shirt. Her body trembled as she gasped, slowly sinking to a squat, which caused the ball to shift deeper in her ass. The orgasm was intense, taking her breath away as she fought to remain silent. I am such a whore.

Her legs were weak after the march upstairs and she was straining with each step. The ache in her backside was mild now, but she could tell it was draining her. Knocking on the door, she could hear talking. The door opened and the man ushered her inside, snatching the bag of food from her. Cassie watched her from behind the kitchen counter.

Cassie seemed elated as she walked casually around to stand in front of her depleted companion. She reached down to tug on Christine’s bindings, smiling as she made eye contact. “He’ll break you in eventually.” Her eyes danced as she saw the damp area on the sweatpants.

Still puzzled, Christine looked to the older man holding a cheeseburger in one hand and the ring in the other. “You’re mine, you whore.” He took a bite with a wide grin and she charged him. The display was probably very pathetic, as he easily pushed her aside and caused her to stumble into the wall. He opened a very well built safe upon the table and set the ring inside, on top of countless, neatly packed bundles of cash, closing the lid and latching it shut. “Only I know the combination, so if you do something to me then you’re stuck like that forever.”

The man finished his sandwich and wiped the grease on his pant leg. He stood and walked behind a wobbly Christine. She couldn’t hold back tears as the man groped her chest. “Once you quit fighting me then things will get easier. Cassie figured it out the hard way. Don’t make me do the same to you.” He looked to the other girl. “Show her.”

The tall, slender blonde pulled up her shirt to show small bars with balls on each end poked through each nipple on her upturned breasts. She smiled broadly as she flicked them. “I’m his fucktoy.”

The man snatched a fry from the soiled bag. “I think you need a little more time with that shit packed in your ass. You go sit over there and I’ll take that off once I feel you’re ready.” Christine followed his instructions and sat in a nearby chair, wishing a way out of her predicament.

Acting Like a Child

Standard

Two months had gone by since she moved in with her friend. Out of high school for less than a week and she already found it difficult adjusting to independent living, but being an adult meant venturing out into the world. She hoped to find a boyfriend to support her soon, but she didn’t have time for the short-term, sex-based relationships of her peers. Elise knew she was not gorgeous by any stretch. Her freckled face was dainty, saved only by her big blue eyes. Her breasts and backside were modest, but she did have a pleasingly small waistline on her pear shaped body. She didn’t want to admit it, but her insecurities played a big factor in her lack of relationship.

She stepped out to gather the mail and noticed their reclusive neighbor had left the side door on his garage open. She didn’t know much about him, but she caught him watching them on occasion. I know that creepy guy called the cops on us last week. He’s just jealous because we can have fun parties while he’s sitting on the sidelines. She watched the garage, but saw no movement through the windows. After a few minutes of staring, she decided to investigate. Still in her pajamas, she walked the short distance to the door and cautiously crept inside. Daylight allowed her to see numerous shelves around the edge and a well-maintained muscle car from a few decades past sat in the center. The man was nowhere in sight.

She checked the windows on the house and again saw nobody. He probably just forgot. She was about to leave when she noticed a thick bundle of twenty dollar bills tucked under a bottle of oil. Why would you keep money out here? She searched for any movement once again before she tugged it free. You shouldn’t leave your money in such an obvious place, asshole.

She glanced up just in time to see the tall, flimsy metal shelf tipping forward. It made a loud crash as the various small items bounced upon the car. She was horrified to see the windshield had a large crack in the center. In a panic, she ran outside to see the backdoor of the house opening.

The man with peppered black and white hair and a beaked nose gave a confused look. “What were you doing in there?”
“I… uh, I noticed the door was open so I was just checking.” She tried to sell the lie. “Someone broke in and I was coming to get you!”
The tall, slender man said nothing as he marched to the door and angrily inspected the damage. He turned and looked as if he might ask something before he pulled the Elise’s pants down just enough to cause the bundle of cash to plop into the grass. “Care to explain that, little girl?”

Elise fumbled for words and then burst into tears, apologizing profusely.
“It will cost me thousands!” He wagged his finger. “I am going to call the police and you are going to pay back every last dime!” He snatched the bundle of money from the grass.
“Please!” She grabbed his sleeve. “I’ll repay everything, I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t call the police.”
He glared at the teary-eyed girl, grabbing her wrist and leading her inside. He sat her upon an aged couch as he spoke down to her. “I am going to punish you, little girl, and if you do not do exactly as I say then I am going to involve the police, do you understand?”
“Y…yes.”
“Remove your clothes.”
“Wha-No!”
“I am going to teach you a lesson, do as I say!” He placed the money on an end table.
“Go to hell! I’m not going to let you rape me!” She tensed defensively.
“I am not going to rape you, that is not what this is about. Remove your clothes – last chance!”

Elise thought about her predicament. He can’t prove I did that, can he? Her mind was clouded by what ifs. She knew she should take off running, but she realized it was her word against his. He would look like an animal if a naked eighteen-year-old girl came running from his house screaming. She glanced at the bundle of money, committing to the plan as she stood, slipping her t-shirt and fleece pants off. She hesitated before removing her panties, leaving them in a bunch by her ankles.

“Happy, sicko?” She covered herself as his eyes moved down her body. She glanced to the exit, waiting for the best time to bolt. I’ll toss the cash before I scream and I’ll come back to get it later. No one will question it.
“Come on, let’s go.” The man turned and moved into an open door down the hallway. Doesn’t he know how fast I could get out? “Go ahead and run if you want, it will only make things worse for you.” The man spoke from a distance, answering her unspoken question.

She walked nervously down the hall and saw the man standing in the bathroom, filling a small black bucket in the tub. “What are you doing?”
“Like I said, I’m going to punish you.” He turned off the water and took a large plastic syringe from the counter. “Have you ever had an enema before?”

She thought back to the time she found her family’s enema bag tucked away beneath the sink. Too afraid to ask about it, she read a little about it online before trying it herself. It felt very strange, but I kind of enjoyed it by the end. She was embarrassed at the time, and after cleaning and stowing it back in its place, she decided to never try it again. “Once.” She answered sheepishly.

“You caused thousands of dollars of damage, tried to steal from me, and worst of all, you lied about it. I’m going to give you an enema, understand?”
I guess its okay. Give the creep what he wants and this will all be a weird memory soon. She didn’t admit it, but she was getting aroused by the thought. I’m a damned sicko just like him, but I’ve gone this far, what’s a little more? Elise nodded as she walked closer, and from his instruction, she bent down. He rubbed the wet tip of the full syringe in between her cheeks until he felt the opening. He pressed it in and Elise let out a grunt.

She braced her hands upon her legs as the water pushed inside steadily. The tip pulled out, and shortly after that, another dose came. Her body easily accepting the warm water as it finished, and after another short pause, a third dose started. She stood halfway as it became uncomfortable. She moaned as the liquid pushed painfully into her bowels. Putting a hand on her belly, she could hear it grumbling as the man prepared another shot.

Elise turned back to see the water wasn’t even halfway gone. The man put the tip in her ass and had to push much harder this time. “I can’t take any mooooore!” He interrupted her complaint with a forceful thrust, getting it all in before removing the syringe. She shot upright, bouncing with pain. Elise used short, quick breaths to calm herself as she waited for another. She whined with the fifth dose, trying desperately to convince him to stop.

“You are in a lot of trouble young lady. You have to take more before I can start to forgive you.” The man pushed in on the plunger and allowed the water to push it back out for a moment before he forced it back in. Once empty, he drew more and let out a small laugh at her agony. “Having trouble, my dear?”

“Yes! It hurts! Stop this right now!”

The man sat the full syringe in the bucket and brought out a box from the closet beside the sink. He pulled out a pair of oddly shaped pink gloves. He grabbed her wrist and slipped one on her hand. Surprised and in pain, she didn’t even try to stop him as he fastened it and placed a small lock upon the strap. She tried to pull free as he gloved her second hand. He casually pushed her stomach, causing her to buckle forward submissively and allow him to finish. After recovering, she held up her gloved hands and gave him a questioning look. The round mittens would make it nearly impossible to use her hands to grab or hold anything. What the fuck did I let him do?

The man circled behind her and bent her forward. “I know you can hold much more, little girl. You have to endure the punishment.” He brought the syringe to her ass and gave her another forced dose. Her belly grumbled and she was fighting to keep the liquid in as he removed the tip. Why am I letting him do this to me? She looked back to the stern older man. Ugh, maybe he’s almost done. I guess this is better than paying him for damages. She fought through three more agonizing shots before she let some leak out. Furious, the man slapped her ass, causing her to tense and stumble forward.

“You need to hold it in! You’re almost done, don’t make this worse!”
“I can’t, it’s too much! Please, let me go to the bathroom.”
“I will not allow you to give up so quickly.” The man rifled through the box and brought out a tangle of nylon straps and a bulbous black butt plug.
“You can’t be serious?!” She decided to make a break for it. She walked quickly, clenching as she moved down the hall to the front door. The man walked behind her, laughing. She fumbled with the round door handle as he watched from beside her.

“Lick this.” He held out the plug as he tugged her long, wild raven hair. She shook her head, but eventually opened her mouth to accept the toy. He swirled it around before bringing it behind her and popping it in between her squeezed cheeks. She gasped as it moved inside and the man set to affixing the harness around her hips. She hoped he hadn’t noticed how wet she had become.

Setting his jaw, the man glared. “Is that easier for you?”
“Just let me go, I won’t say a word, I promise!”
“I can’t trust you anymore.” He reached down and easily scooped Elise off her feet. “We are going to finish now.” The surprisingly strong man carried her to the bathroom as her belly roiled. He sat her upon the closed toilet, causing the plug to move painfully. The man emptied the bucket and cleaned the syringe as she watched, unable to relieve herself.

“I tried to let you have the easy way out.” He sat the syringe on a towel to dry before taking something else from the box. He brought out a bright red enema bag and a long rubber tube, both reminding her of the one she used long ago. The only difference was the nozzle looked shorter and stubby. Oh no. The man filled the bag and stood her up. “Now you have to take more because you couldn’t control yourself.”

He brought the hose behind her and she heard a snapping noise as he locked it into place upon the plug. He held the bag beside his head as he released the stopper clip. She hopped around, trying to evade the flow as the man observed.

“Stop this! Seriously, stop this now!”
“Looks like you’re enjoying this more than you’re letting on. How shameful!”

She looked down to see her pussy was glistening. She reached down but the big puffy gloves only teased her more. She pressed harder and it seemed to lessen the pain coming from behind and in her belly. If only I could touch myself for a few seconds…

The man pointed as he hung the bag from the shower curtain rod. “No, no, this is punishment.” He moved her arms aside and embraced her in a hug.
She put her head against his chest and squeezed him without much thought. “Please, I have to empty out.” She spoke despondently. “I’ve learned my lesson.” She could feel the bulge between his legs upon her belly. She craned her neck to look into his eyes as they stood together. “Just let me empty and I’ll do whatever you want.” She made her intentions clear.

The man stepped back, pinching the hanging bag to force more water through. “You try to tempt me to get out of your punishment?” She cringed as he pushed lower on the nearly empty bag. “You’re a tough cookie, but I will make you learn.”

He swatted her hands to her sides every time she attempted to touch herself. It became very frustrating as she stood there, waiting as the water flowed slow and painfully into her growing belly. Her reasonably smooth stomach had puffed outward, sagging with the large quantity of water she now held. She looked as if she was in the middle of pregnancy once the bottle had emptied. The man took it down and she was visibly suffering as the man cleaned the hose and sat it next to the syringe.

“That wasn’t so bad, right?”
“Please, just take this off and let me go!” Her belly shaking as she stepped side to side. “I need to go now!”
“Oh, I still don’t trust you. You are keeping that in for the last part too.”
“L-last part?”
“You have to hold the enema too, my dear.”
“You have to be fucking kidding!” She slapped her rounded gloves upon the harness in a futile attempt to get free.

The man spanked her hard, stopping her struggle. “Do not swear!” He pulled a package from the closet and took out a disposable adult diaper. Elise shook her head wordlessly as the man lead her into the bedroom. He sat her upon the unusually clean sheets and leaned her backward. She complained and lazily fought, but he easily kept her in line. “My stomach hurts so bad! I can’t-”

“If you want to act like a child then I’m going to treat you like one.” He lifted her legs and put the diaper around her hips, attaching the Velcro straps as he watched her writhe in pain. “I’m going to let you sit in here and think about what you’ve done.”

“No, no, please-“ The door closed as she called out. She rolled onto her side, rising awkwardly. She pressed her hands down upon the diaper, but the padding in both made it impossible to touch herself. How the fuck did I get into this? I have to find a way out!

She fumbled with the doorknob and the window to no avail. She tried to find something sharp to cut through the mittens, but again, she found nothing. She banged on the door, yelling for a long time before the man returned. He brought something up to her mouth and wrapped it behind her head. He moved so fast, it took her a moment to realize it was a pacifier. The oversized pink pacifier was strapped in place, stopping her from making anything more than grunts.

Lifting her with far more difficulty than before, he brought her to the front room where a pastel rug had been laid out. On it, there were some wooden blocks with colorful letters and two oversized toy firetrucks. “You sit in here quietly for ten minutes and I’ll take that off, deal?” She grumbled pathetically as the man moved to the couch and flipped open the newspaper.

God, it hurts so much and I just want to cum! What the hell is wrong with me? I’m trapped with a fucking crazy old man and I’m only worried about cumming? He is treating me like a young kid in some twisted fantasy. Elise held up her hands before dropping them in defeat. My friend will find me eventually, but how can I explain this? They’ll believe me to a point, but I let him do this to me. I tried to steal from him and I ruined something he loved.

She sat contemplating her poor choices as she tried to withstand the waves of painful cramps. Her distended belly ached to release the unwelcome fluid, but she had to wait. Just let him win. Sweat beaded on her forehead as her thoughts roamed, wondering how much time had passed. She groaned lightly as she watched the oddly relaxed man reading the paper without care as she sat, inflated in the corner. I’m being punished for being a naughty girl. She tried to think of it from his warped perspective. He is trying to teach me and I keep trying to undermine it. She tensed as another cramp passed. Just let him win.

The man came over after what seemed like an eternity. He unfastened the strap around her head and sat the pacifier aside. “What have you learned, little girl?”
“I-I’m s-sorry I stole from you.”
“And?”
“And, I’m sorry I damaged… your car. And I’m sorry I lied to you.”
“Good. Do you want me to take that off now?”
“Yes!” She saw the bulge in his pants and she was still very aroused. “Can we, can you…” He unfastened the diaper, giving her a confused look. “Can you put it in?”
He sat up on his knees, pointing a finger.
“Please, daddy?”

The man’s eyes softened at the word. He sighed as he unzipped his pants and slipped his cock out. She reached out as he lowered himself onto her, hitting the mark on the first attempt. Elise gasped loudly as the man pushed his hips against hers. The pain in her stomach faded as orgasm built, and within seconds she found the climax she had been longing for since she had removed her clothes. The man, supporting most of his weight, pounded her. Her orgasm came and went, and then another came as the man finished inside her without warning. Her mind swirled as she enjoyed the sensation.

When she finally realized what he had done, she gave him a tired, stern glare. The man got to his knees as he unlocked her mittens. “I can’t have kids.” He assured her, reattaching the diaper straps and pulling the partially exposed harness upon her hips. The strap caused the whole thing to move free. She couldn’t begin to hold it in without the straps, and she made a very embarrassing spectacle as she stumbled down the hallway to the bathroom, filling her diaper as she moved.

It took a long time and most of her energy, but she had lasted through the punishment. She felt an odd sense of accomplishment for what she had gone through. The man helped her clean up and assured her that she was entirely in the clear. Finally in the shower, she contemplated what had happened. I took too much water, but I had the best orgasm of my entire life. She touched her tender pussy. It felt nice having him cum in me.

She thought back to the obvious bundle of money, the conveniently open door, the absence of the man until the crash. That asshole set me up! He wanted me to walk in there. She shrugged.

Comeuppance

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Still sore, Lilly took some aspirin before heading back to bed for an extra few hours. It was midafternoon when the knock came. She lumbered to the door to see Katja waiting for her. “Come, you are to see something.” Lilly stumbled into the bathroom, smoothed her wild hair, and brushed her teeth before following. Katja brought her down the hall and into an open room where most of the other girls sat watching Gina, who was trapped in a newly constructed pillory. Her head and hands faced the crowd as Traci waited behind her. A large black bucket was suspended from the ceiling with a chunk of translucent tubing running from the side. The hose had a simple twist valve that kept the water from spilling onto the ground as it hung.

Katja directed her to join Traci. Lilly stepped behind the trapped woman in the center of the room and the woman beside her gave a disinterested glance.
Traci huffed, presenting the end of the hose. “You get to do the honors.”

“She lost track of you yesterday and I want her to suffer for it.” The Master said from the edge of the room. “Maybe after this you will learn to follow my instructions, Gina.”
Lilly felt empathy for the trapped girl, but she knew the punishment was mild compared to some of The Master’s games. I might be pregnant because of her, why should I care if I cause her a little discomfort.

Lilly spread her ass and spit, rubbing the nozzle around until it was decently lubricated. The tattooed girl whimpered as she pushed the flared end into her ass. Turning the valve, Lilly walked away and took a seat. The girl’s expression showed discomfort as she wiggled her behind occasionally.

They all observed the girl’s torment, watching quietly as she tried to tolerate the flow of water entering her backside. Gina’s long face turned in agony as the design stretched upon her inflating tummy. She lifted a foot and shook her ass in a fruitless attempt to avert the building discomfort. The girls watched her twisting and moaning in agony for a long while. Her midsection drooping as she was held in place, bent forward and unable to stop the water pooling inside her. The other girls commented on her willpower, glad that none of them had found their way into such a predicament. Eventually, the bucket ran dry. Her belly had inflated to look about eight months pregnant, sagging as she was trapped in place.

Traci held a bulbous butt plug that was attached to a harness. “Plug her up.”

Lilly carefully removed the hose and hurriedly inserted the plug. Gina yelped and jumped as they affixed the straps. Traci put two restraints upon Gina’s wrists before she unlatched the pillory and allowed the pained girl to stand. Gina danced in agony, “Please, I’m so sorry! I will do anything else, just not this! I can’t hold it!”

The Master scoffed. “You aren’t sorry yet. This will teach you to be more responsible.”
Traci put a restraint around each of her upper thighs. She grabbed Gina’s arms, slapping the girl’s breast a few times to get her to stand still. A butler brought her a long formal brown maternity dress, which Traci guided over her expanded frame. It took a moment to align, but once in place there were two small holes cut by the thighs. This allowed Traci to attach her wrist cuffs to the restraints on her legs, forcing the girl to keep her hands at her sides. The brown straps blended well with her long sleeved dress, appearing to be part of the ensemble to the untrained eye.

Gina’s sad brown eyes revealed her immense torment. Traci led her away as The Master got their attention. “Everyone get dressed, we are having guests in thirty minutes.” Lilly followed the rest of the girls into the hall and they separated into their rooms to prepare for the visit from unknown clients. Lilly wore a plum colored ankle-length, strapless dress. She moved her breasts up as she fit into the snug attire, giving her a pleasant amount of cleavage. She applied subtle makeup and ventured upstairs to socialize. I am kind of glad we will see some visitors. I know they are just Johns, but it will be a nice to have some straightforward sex.

Gina stood against the wall as a plain looking middle-aged man talked about himself. Gina was barely hiding her discomfort as sweat glistened on her brow and she shifted uncomfortably. Her companion was oblivious, rambling about how much money he was making at his new job. He seemed to be undeterred by her dominant belly.

Moving to the next room, Julie and Traci both sat chatting with an even older man. He eyed her as Julie finished her story. The man smirked as he turned back and excused himself. He stood and approached Lilly with an intoxicating confidence. The man took her hand and planted a light kiss. “My name is Patrick; it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Lilly’s heart fluttered. I have never met someone so smooth – he makes a wonderful first impression. “I’m Lilly.” There was a moment of uncertainty as they both expected her to continue. I’m a real charmer, she thought sarcastically.
“It is a wonderful evening; perhaps I can take you on a walk before dinner?”
“I… I think we should stay here for the night.” He said we can’t leave the house, but maybe this could be an exception? “How do you know our host?”
“We are business partners. I visit a couple of times per year to check in.”
 
He is being intentionally vague. I bet he is a real freak behind closed doors. I have met men like him before. She knew his cool charm was too good to be true. Still, I have to keep him entertained. That is what separates the prostitutes from the escorts: the foreplay. They chatted for about a half an hour before the butler summoned them for dinner.

Patrick led Lilly into the dining room. The conceited man who shadowed Gina helped the swollen woman into her seat. That punishment is worse than I thought. How long is he going to make her hold it? Gina’s face showed her misery as she plopped into the chair. The man struggled to slide her into place. He moved her too much and pressed her stomach into the edge of the table, eliciting a sad moan from the pained woman. He apologized and sat beside her.

With a few girls absent, the rest sat with various men in suits sprinkled between them. The Master tapped his glass with a utensil. “I am pleased everyone was able to attend. I hope you all enjoy this meal as well as the following desserts.” He smiled at the various ladies. “My only request is that you assist me with a little problem before you engage with your chosen company this evening.”

That sounds foreboding. The man sat and everyone started eating. The main dish was grilled Mahi-mahi and some interesting looking side dishes. Lilly had to build up courage to try some, but they all tasted wonderful. She couldn’t help stealing glances from Gina, who sat prodding at her food from across the table. Her companion smiled and said something to her. She made no response and Lilly could see he was getting irritated.

The Master took another bite as he watched the couple. “Gina, our chefs spent a great deal of time for this meal, you need to eat more than that.” Gina nodded to him and looked at her plate. She stabbed a bite of fish and placed it in her mouth, chewing with mild disgust. She had an audience by this point, and The Master shook his head. “Perhaps some wine would help? Owen, help her, please.”
Owen, the man next to her, took her cup of wine and brought it to her lips. She shook her head, but still gulped down some of the greenish-yellow wine. She coughed as he raised the base of the glass, forcing her drink even more. He brought the cup down as she recovered, looking frustrated.

“Gina is being punished today.” The Master said impassively. “She let one of our girls get man-handled by society. The girl is in no danger, but Gina needs discipline regardless.” He motioned to his butlers. He whispered a few phrases into the man’s ear before the servant led her away. “And that, my friends, is the problem we shall tackle after our dinner.”

They ate for a while longer, but Lilly could tell everyone was anxious, wondering what would befall Gina. Lilly excused herself to use the bathroom. Patrick bowed his head with acceptance as she made her way downstairs, hearing a noise beyond the door at the end of the hall. The butler that accompanied Gina exited and closed the door, heading upstairs. Lilly’s heart skipped a beat as she approached the closed door, knowing she should just leave the poor girl to her fate.

Instead, she eased the door open and stepped into the room. Gina sat in the center, still wearing her long brown dress with her wrists restrained to her thighs. Now, however, those bonds were also linked to some hooks upon the chair. She also wore a leather wraparound open-mouth gag with a small lock on the side. Two connected stainless steel rings forced her to keep her mouth spread open. The woman groaned, looking despondent.

Lilly stepped closer, putting a hand on Gina’s taught belly. She could feel the warmth of her skin from the beneath the layered chiffon dress. Gina spoke sloppily through the restraint. “You have to help me. Take this off, please! I can’t take any more!” Nearly weeping as she begged.
“I can’t, he will be back any moment and he will notice if you’re gone.”
“Please, please, please! I will do anything for you if you just free my hand, that’s all I’m asking!”

Lilly licked her lips nervously, looking for any unseen witness or camera. Once confident they were alone, she reached down and unclasped the bond on Gina’s right hand. The girl frantically worked her hand free and set to unlatching the hooks from the chair. She held her belly as she trotted clumsily to the door. She stopped with a loud gasp as footsteps approached. She searched for another escape, panicked as the door opened. The man’s chiseled face allowed a slight smile. “You aren’t finished quite yet, my dear.” He turned to the man behind him. The butler directed her back to the seat and reattached her bindings.

Gina groveled, begging the man to let her go to the restroom. Of course, he ignored her. The Master walked to Lilly, rubbing his thumb along her cheek. “She could have gotten you hurt or worse. You should not have tried to help her, now you only made her punishment more severe.” The men and women from upstairs stood watching in near silence.

The woman attached to the sturdy wooden chair trembled. She was a pitiful sight as she tried to talk with her mouth held open. “I learned my lesson, I will be more careful next time!” Drool glistened on the edge of the gag.
The Master shook his head. “I believe you, but now I’m using you as an example.” He waved another butler to retrieve a small rolling cart from the edge of the room. The servant removed the cloth to reveal a rubber ball, a strip of leather, a large transparent funnel with connected tube, and a quart carton of heavy whipping cream.

“Lilly, you are to do the honors.” The man in charge commanded, pointing to the funnel and then the carton. She looked around, seeing the other girls and their companions watching with varying levels of interest. Gina gave an exaggerated shake of her head with a pleading expression. Lilly begrudgingly took the funnel and put the end of the hose into the girl’s open mouth. It fit into the rings snugly as she took the open carton of cream and held it with her off hand. At his command, Taryn came behind the woman in the chair and held her head steady.

Lilly knew what she had to do. “I’m sorry, Gina.” She poured the thick white substance into the clear funnel and watched it slide down the tube and into Gina’s mouth. She tried to turn away, but Taryn kept her in place, tilting her head up to allow the cream to collect in her mouth. There was a small gap, allowing air to continually force more downward. Gina, however, refused to swallow as her cheeks bulged out.

“If you spill a drop then I will make you drink twice as much!” The Master said sternly.

Nearly to overflow, Gina finally gulped it down; she clenched her eyes as she continued swallowing the thick substance. Lilly paused until she finished what was already in the tube, allowing the woman to catch her breath. Taryn gave her an urging look. Lilly lifted the carton once again, splashing more cream into the funnel. She continued, with a few pauses and many frantic motions from the victim, until the entire container was empty. She withdrew the funnel’s hose and Gina wretched, her whole body convulsed and it looked as if she might vomit.

Taryn snatched the ball from the table and fit it into Gina’s gag. She grabbed the strip of leather and hastily affixed it over the open section of her mouth, creating a seal so nothing could come back up. At least, nothing can come out. Lilly stepped away and decided to rejoin the crowd. The Master put a hand on the heavily inflated woman’s shoulder as he spoke. “This will be a lasting reminder for her to be careful. Now, I shall open bids for some time with her before she empties.”

“Four thousand.”
“Six thousand!”
“Seven!”
Patrick smiled as he glanced to Lilly. “Eleven thousand for her and the one in purple.” He watched, and no one countered.
“Very well, he gets a package deal.” The others murmured for a short time before The Master continued. “Now you all shall take your ladies to their rooms to leave this trio to their fun!” He followed them out.

The butler unhooked Gina from the chair; Patrick and Lilly helped the rotund woman through the hall and into her room. The woman appeared distant as she sat upon her king sized bed. The man flipped her dress up to see the harness holding the plug in her ass. With her legs apart, it left her glistening pussy exposed. He brushed his fingertip over her privates and enjoyed how she squirmed.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I couldn’t pass up such an… interesting opportunity.”
“You like them big, don’t you?” Lilly asked playfully. I have to make his experience enjoyable, but I bet he will finish pretty quickly. I just hope Gina can last. Lilly stroked the crotch of the man’s pants. “What turns you on?” She was far more confident in the bedroom, she realized.

Patrick moved her arms up and removed her dress, pleased that she was naked beneath. He unbuttoned his shirt as he directed her. “Give her a good lick, but don’t you dare let her cum.”

Lilly used all her strength to slide the burdened woman to the edge of the bed. Kneeling, she gave the girl a few quick licks. I’m afraid she’s going to cum as soon as I start. The man undressed behind them as he waited for a show. Lilly decided to prolong the experience as she started probing Gina’s pussy. She shook Gina’s filled belly, causing the girl to grumble as she was being pleasured. Gina pushed her hips upward as the pain subsided.

Lilly stood and put a hand in the center of her friend’s fleshy midsection, pressing downward forcefully. Gina gave muted screams from behind the gag, shaking her whole body in an attempt to diffuse the pain. Lilly was about to go to her knees once again when the man edged her aside. “My turn.” He lifted her legs, with her arms still trapped at her sides. The man slipped himself inside, pushing his weight down upon her as he bottomed out. He rolled her backward, causing her hips to push up against him. Gina struggled to break free, but it was fruitless. The man slammed her with no regard, ignoring her obvious torment.

He lifted her hips higher, nearly standing above her on the bed as he drove his cock down and into her. He reached down and removed the covering from her gag, allowing her to speak somewhat. Gina was past using words, however, screaming with each thrust and thrashing her restrained hands wildly as he pumped her from above. It looked awkward, the older man squishing the heavily inflated girl in the tight dress. She gave pained whimpers, grunting in extreme agony as he gave one final hard thrust. He pulled out and let her fall onto the bed, bouncing slightly as her legs straightened. The man stroked himself as he went to a knee and launched streams of hot jizz onto her face.

Gina couldn’t fight back as the man inserted his cock into her open mouth, shooting the last few loads down her throat. Lilly felt bad for the girl as he held in place, buried in her mouth until he was finished. She gagged as he withdrew. “That was fun.” He tucked his limp cock away as he stepped down to the floor. He marveled at the immense woman lying spread, coughing upon the bed. He patted the restrained girl’s knee. “If you make her cum then you can empty out, deal?” She lay motionless, finally recovered from the coughing fit. The man angrily jabbed two fingers against the harness over her ass. Gina jerked away in an instant, vehemently agreeing due to the pain.

Patrick ushered Lilly onto the bed. “Clean her up first.” Lilly made a show of licking the man’s seed from Gina’s cheek and swallowing it. The man watched as he sat on the adjacent sofa. She traced her tongue along the disjointed woman’s face, lapping up every spot of the sticky substance.
“All gone.” Lilly could see Gina was now expressionless, devoid of any pain or anguish. A few remaining tears streamed from her empty eyes. That’s not good at all.
The man smiled. “Good, now sit on her face. Bring her back to the fun.”

Sighing sadly, Lilly lowered herself onto the swollen woman’s open mouth. Gina made no attempt to please her, so Lilly went even lower spreading her legs until she was smothering the poor girl. Gina clicked back to reality, thrusting her hips up in an attempt to wriggle free. Lilly lost her balance and fell forward onto the woman’s mountainous belly. Gina wailed, startling Lilly as she frantically shot upward. The woman in brown had a new sense of urgency, giving short, quick gasps as she furiously darted her tongue in Lilly’s pussy.

Leaning forward with care, Lilly found a spot where minimal weight was on the distended belly, resting her head on the pleasantly warm stomach. She found comfort as she felt orgasm coming. Lilly held the girl’s ass as she moved her own hips, feeling the girl’s extended tongue brushing her button.

The man, aroused again, approached hastily. His dick was hard and ready as he jammed it into the unsuspecting woman’s opening. Putting his hands on her sides, Lilly was already at the point of no return, pushing her hips lower to muffle the restrained woman’s screams. He forced her downward onto the girl’s belly and fucked her wildly. Lilly’s orgasm came as the man pumped the bottom girl faster. He lasted only a few seconds, pulling out to shoot his load into Lilly’s mouth and Gina’s trimmed mound.

There was a long pause before the man unclipped Gina’s hand restraints and went back to the couch. Lilly rolled aside as the inflated girl lazily lifted her burdened frame. Lilly spun around and promptly assisted her, leading her with slow, calculated steps toward the bathroom. Her hefty stomach swayed as they went in and closed the door. Fumbling with the harness around her waist, Lilly held the edge of the butt-plug as the girl readied herself to sit upon the toilet. “Do it… please…” It was one of the saddest things Lilly ever heard. She popped the toy free and washed her hands as the girl gave tormented cries, releasing unreal amounts of water.

Back in the room, Patrick sat leisurely. “Come, sit with me until she comes out.”
“I don’t think she can handle any more tonight.”
He smiled. “I think you’re right, but I want to make sure she’s okay before I bring you back to your room. That was quite the punishment for her.”
Lilly nodded, leaning against the man as he casually rubbed her breast. Deep down he does care. Lilly nuzzled against the older man’s chest.

The Accomplice

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Charlotte had liked parts of inflating. The experience was fun, but Sarah was getting a little careless. I might be pregnant now, but what are the chances? It was only one squirt before I got off of him. They took a few days off to recover before their next rendezvous.

Again, Sarah had devised an interesting idea for today’s inflation, which also involved Charlotte. I have to fill up and appear pregnant. If it makes Sarah happy then I guess I don’t mind. Once their victim arrived, they went up to the bathroom and began filling. Charlotte went first, inflating until she felt uncomfortable, showing a reasonably full belly by the end. I’d look pretty damned cute if I was pregnant.

Charlotte marveled in the mirror as she filled. Most of her extra fat went to her apple ass or her bouncy tits. She was certainly shapely, but it was just enough to make her desirable to the boys and girls, and her belly only added to her feminine curves. A cramp caused a mild ache in her side. I like the full feeling, but the sudden cramps are really irritating. It makes me feel like I’m being punished, though, which is kind of hot. She watched her girlfriend disconnecting the shower hose from her ass and move it to their victim’s. Sarah loves to be in control and I love being used, so it’s perfect. 

Melanie stood, steadying herself against the wall, breathing slowly to relax. She likes to be controlled too. The tall blonde barely had any tits and her butt was just barely enough for a handful. She’s a nice girl and I guess I don’t hate her like Sarah does, but I love watching her squirm. I think she’s enjoying this as much as we are. I think she likes to be dominated. She felt bad blackmailing the woman, but not enough to stop.

Charlotte acclimated to her full belly as she watched the other girl inflate. It only took a couple of minutes before their bellies matched. Sarah gave them butt-plugs before providing their clothes: both got a tight fitting sports bra and matching workout shorts. Melanie’s fit well, but Charlotte’s was very snug, causing a small amount of her breasts and waist to spill over the top of her garments. Their filled midsections were displayed proudly.

With the plugs in place, they shuffled downstairs. With some urging, they piled into Sarah’s car. She drove them a short distance to a dine-in restaurant.
Charlotte cocked her head. “You’re kidding, right?”
“It’s my treat.” Sarah said in a patronizing tone.
“We can’t go in there like this!” Melanie pleaded.
“I have the keys and you two don’t have much of a choice.” Sarah scoffed as she opened the car door. “Besides, I should be the one embarrassed, going in there with two pregnant cows.” She giggled and planted a quick kiss upon Charlotte’s cheek before getting out of the car.

There were a few questioning glances as they stepped into the busy establishment. “Table for three?”
“Yes, a booth.”
The waiter gathered some menus and lead them to a corner seat. Sarah turned and ‘accidentally’ bumped Melanie’s tummy, forcing the girl to stifle her pain as they slid in. Charlotte moved beside Sarah, and Melanie sat across. They ordered beverages and waited for the server to leave.

“What the hell are you planning, Sarah?” Melanie growled, obviously frustrated by the pain.
“We are just out for dinner, nothing more than that!”
Charlotte’s inflated belly gurgled. “Ugh, I don’t know if I can last.”
“You better last!” Sarah said as a matter of fact. “If you try to get up before we’re done then I’ll tell people it’s your birthday.” She scoffed, “Maybe that will scare it out of you. It will be quite a show!”
“You wouldn’t.”
“You know I would.” Charlotte heard Sarah’s shoe fall to the floor beneath the table. “Maybe I can work it out of you right now.” Melanie’s expression went from frustration to regretful pleasure. “Don’t resist. You can let go just a little. Not too much, though, or you’ll be sitting in a puddle.”

Curious, Charlotte put her hand on Sarah’s thigh, feeling that her leg was extended. She’s rubbing her clit with her toes. The waiter returned, placing the drinks as Melanie sat, looking frustrated. Sarah beamed as the man asked if she was ready to order. She got a breakfast platter and Melanie, still focused on retaining the water, shook her head as she stared at the table. “Nothing for me.”

“You should get something, I insist!” Sarah continued rubbing the girl discreetly as the waiter watched the girl with her head in her hands. “Get her what I’m having. In fact, get one for all of us.” The man nodded and took their menus. Melanie’s balled firsts slipped under the table to grip Sarah’s leg. It looked as if Melanie was in immense pain before it suddenly changed to open-mouth euphoria. Sarah pulled her foot away and sat properly. “Did you enjoy that, my little slut?”
“Let me go to the bathroom, please!”
“Nope, you’ve gotta last.” Sarah looked mischievously to Charlotte. “Your turn now.”

She discreetly placed a hand into her lover’s crotch. Charlotte stammered her protest as a finger rubbed through her shorts. Charlotte’s water-filled belly shook gently as Sarah rubbed her. Her face flushed as the world around her seemed to fade away. The pain of being inflated was non-existent suddenly, as she tightly gripped the edge of the table. Charlotte stared at the empty space in front of her, focused as the amazing feeling built, growing stronger and stronger, until the wave of orgasm finally struck.

Charlotte trembled violently, shaking the drinks upon the table, letting out a small moan as she tensed. She reached down to stop Sarah’s hand as the aftershocks hit. A twinge of pain hit before the dull ache of water retention returned. Charlotte was sweaty and wet, feeling drained as she turned to her girlfriend with a grin. “That was awesome, but I really need to empty out now.”
“Hell no, I’m not finished yet.”
“What is point of this?” Melanie asked in annoyance.
Sarah gave her usual smug smirk. “I just want to have dinner with my two closest friends.”
“Just don’t cause a scene, there are kids here.”
“That didn’t stop you from sitting on fountains or waddling to someone’s house and using their garden hose for a fill up.”
“It wasn’t during the day and this is a damned restaurant!”
Sarah shrugged. “My mistake, tubby.”

She makes a lot of weight comments, maybe they are not as playful as I thought, Charlotte wondered. The server returned a short time later with three plates filled with scrambled eggs, sausage, and hashbrowns. The smell made her feel kind of queasy as the man asked if there was anything else. He turned to leave and Sarah dug in. Melanie and Charlotte both stared at their food, fighting to maintain their composure.

“Go ahead and eat you fat fucks.” Both girls sat motionless. “If you don’t eat at least half of that then I am going to get pissed and…”
“Fine, fine!” Melanie interrupted the threat. She took a bite of her eggs and chewed it with her eyes closed.
“You too, bubble butt.”

Charlotte begrudgingly took a piece of greasy sausage and ate half. It tasted good, but her stomach detested almost immediately. She took another slow bite as Sarah took notice. Sarah took her fork and scooped a pile of hashbrowns, holding it up to her mouth. Charlotte shook her head, but of course, Sarah insisted. The man in the nearby booth didn’t seem to notice as Sarah force fed a few scoops to her in quick succession.

“Wasn’t that yummy?” Sarah set her fork down and rubbed Charlotte’s plump belly. It hurt as her belly grumbled, but the warmth of her smooth hand felt nice where she rubbed. Cramps and aches seemed to lessen as her girlfriend massaged her taught stomach.

Melanie gave a pained look as she sat, watching their display. “I can’t take anymore. Please get us out of here.”
“You barely ate anything!” Sarah quit rubbing and pointed to her plate. “Don’t be wasteful; I brought you out for food you fat ass!”

The closest man gave a quick glance at Sarah’s protest, but a young waitress cleaning the table beside them was watching by this point. “We have an audience, Sarah.” Charlotte nudged her. Sarah turned to see the girl quickly glance away. Sarah raised a hand and called for her.
The girl approached cautiously. “May I help you?”

“Could we get a takeout box? She isn’t feeling the greatest.” Sarah glanced to Charlotte. “Just one.”
The girl gave a quick glance to both of their expanded bellies pressing against the edge of the table, nodding eagerly. “Of course, be right back.”
Sarah continued after the girl left. “Whoever eats and drinks more before she gets back will get a pass.”
“What do you mean?”
Sarah shrugged, leaning back and waiting.

Melanie shook her head with disappointment before she sipped upon the straw. Charlotte forced herself to lean forward and scoop a couple of bites of eggs. Charlotte grew more ill with each bite. Her belly roiled as she stared at her mostly-filled plate. Melanie, somehow, ate quickly. Charlotte was stunned as the woman across from her gobbled all of her eggs and both pieces of sausage. Melanie put a hand on her mouth as she chewed her last bite before their waitress returned.

“I got your check too.” She placed both items on the table. “Anything else I can get?” She glanced to each of them, her smile wavering when she saw Charlotte and Melanie’s pained expressions. Charlotte could see that she had a full drink and the most food remaining. Sarah thanked the girl and waited for her to leave.
Sarah glanced at the bill and gave a patronizing shrug. “Ooops, looks like I forgot my wallet, guess you have to cover it, sweetie pie.”
“What?” Charlotte felt anxious. “You know I didn’t bring any money. You can’t just leave me here.”
Sarah stood, gesturing to Melanie. “Come on, let’s go, chunky.”
“I’m not going to leave her, Sarah.” Melanie mustered enough willpower to ignore her pain.
“Fine, you can stay here if you want. You can’t help her and if you come with me then you can get back home where I will let you empty out sooner!” Sarah smirked with assurance. “Last chance.” Melanie gave a sad look to Charlotte.

“Don’t leave me here.” Charlotte begged.
Melanie shook her head as she awkwardly slid to the edge of the booth. “I’m sorry, but you were part of this.”

Charlotte attempted to get up quickly, but Sarah blocked her. “Don’t do this!”
Her girlfriend reached into her jeans pocket and slipped out a small item. Charlotte was stunned as she tipped the full cup onto its side, spilling soda onto her top. Sarah smiled as she grabbed a napkin and acted as if she was helping to clean the mess. Discreetly, however, Sarah slipped a small vibrator into Charlotte’s pants, maneuvering it right onto her clit. No! Sarah gave a defiant smile as she turned it on and stepped back.

People were watching as Sarah summoned the girl over once more. “Could you help her, please? I have to bring my friend home, it’s an emergency.”
The friendly girl agreed, using napkins to corral the liquid upon the table. Charlotte sat in agony, trying to hide her building pleasure as the girl reassured her it wasn’t any trouble. Sarah led the full-bellied Melanie to the door. Charlotte gripped the edge of the table as she tried to act normal. The girl didn’t seem to notice as she cleaned the spill. I can’t take it out or she’ll notice! It’s too much! Charlotte shifted and caused the vibrator to press against the seat, making a loud hum, causing her to jump in surprise.

Orgasm was seconds away as the server looked down for the source of the noise. She peeked around the table and gave Charlotte a questioning look. Their eyes met as she climaxed. Charlotte quaked, closing her eyes and gasping, unable to hide her pleasure any longer. In a rush, she reached down and found a button through her shorts, stopping the toy. Why the hell didn’t I think of that sooner! Her mind swirled as she felt the remnants of orgasm. The dull ache of a full belly returned and the severity of her situation struck her.

“Please, please, don’t get me in trouble.” Charlotte was almost in tears. “I don’t have any money and I promise I will…” She spotted some cash tucked beneath the bill. Sarah paid before she left! The server was confused as she gathered her thoughts. “I’m just sorry, please just help me up.”

The confused girl assisted her. People turned back to their conversations as they walked to the door slowly. Charlotte’s muscles ached and it was getting harder to fight the pain. The plug helped to hold the water in, but she needed to get it out soon.

Outside, Sarah waited by the car. “Have fun?”
The girl was perplexed. “Didn’t you need to leave?”
“Nope, I lied. I just wanted to see this bitch struggle!”
The girl was speechless as Sarah slapped Charlotte’s weighted belly, watching her stumble and grip her midsection. Sarah fondled her breast as she planted a kiss upon her cheek. “Ready to go empty out?” Charlotte could only manage a slight nod as she got into the car. The girl watched with her mouth hanging. Sarah laughed, “These two like some weird shit. You better keep tight lipped about this for all of our sake.” The girl nodded as Sarah climbed into the car and drove away, leaving her with so many questions.