Chapter 6 - burst part 2
She patted my cheek before turning away. As always, I watched her small hips swing back and forth on top of those incredible legs as she walked away.She settled herself on the wooden chest she often choose and swiftly hit the bright blue button. The familiar sounds of thick liquid descending echoed from above.
I felt myself squirm and my loins tense in anticipation. The chains holding my hands in the air rattled with my movements.
I watched the liquid as in fell down, slowly past my eyes, and finally it met my tongue and I sucked it in with abandon.
I shuttered as it flowed down my throat, my loins alighted as it hit my stomach, and I moaned with pleasure as I sucked again.
I bucked my hips as a vibration between them told me my mistress was pleasuring me. I groaned against my mask and kept sucking, leaning my head back in pleasure and also to allow the liquid to flow more smoothly.
I felt the familiar sensation of my belly beginning to fill. Over the past weeks I have come to find it incredibly pleasurable to allow it to grow and expand as I gorged. I sucked and grunted as I took in more and more of the mixture. My stomach soon was pushed against my corset.
It was a familiar feeling, that push. I was used to the constraint of the fabric after so many weeks with my mistress. Quickly, however, I was reminded how uncomfortable I was stretching earlier as the corset seemed to get tighter and tighter.
I squirmed, suddenly feeling constrained. I pulled myself down to try to stretch my torso out and find some relief, I spread my knees and tucked my hips back in an attempt to give my belly more room.
It became apparent that I couldn't keep eating like this, my corset simply couldn't allow it. And yet... I couldn't stop. I didn't want to. I wanted to keep feeding until my stomach was fit to burst. My body yearned for it, every fiber of my being begged to keep going, take more in, feed the insatiable hunger my mistress had found in me.
The more I sucked in, however, the more cramped I became. It was as if someone was squeezing me, slowly making their fingers tighter and tighter. I began to worry I might break something if I didn't stop.
I had no concept of time in the dungeon, but I swore this feeding was going on for longer than it ever had before, my stomach felt like it was being pushed farther than it could handle.
I threw a pleading glance at my mistress, my eyes begging her to help me. I didn't know what I wanted her to do, I both wanted to keep feeding and wanted to stop, to be relieved of the pain I was being put through. I whimpered at her, but still I sucked.
Her face betrayed no sympathy, only encouragement. "Come on, Dearest. You must keep going. It can't be long now."
Then I groaned as I felt more vibrations within me, more encouragement from her. I cried out as best I could with a mask endlessly spilling a thick liquid into me. It was an overwhelming amount of sensation - the squeezing, the ecstasy of being filled, the euphoria erupting from between my legs.
I writhed and bucked. Tears sprung from my eyes. Sweat burst from my forehead. I balled my hands into fist and clenched every muscle in my body.
Still I sucked.
I groaned and squeezed my eyes shut.
And then I burst.
"Oh, my pet! You did it! I am so proud of you!"
I opened my eyes and realized it wasn't me that burst. Looking down, I saw an round, bloated, engorged belly poking out from between two ripped halves of a black corset.
I found the mirror I had been looking at before and blanched at the sight I found. The stomach that had been squeezing out from under the corset was now massive. The sides of the corset were so far from each other, my belly pushing them so wide apart, that I was surprised they could ever have contained it. Somehow, the bra had held together, though my breasts seemed to be trying hard to pull it apart. The bra resting on top of such a bloated stomach, squeezing at my rib cage, made it seem suddenly all the more massive.
As I stared in disbelief at the mass in the mirror, I saw hands flutter around it. I realized my mistress was behind me, her arms surrounding my swollen form. Her fingers rubbed my aching stomach, making me moan, making me notice I was still sucking at the tube between my teeth. The flow of mixture was slower, but I was still somehow persistently filling myself.
My mistress leaned down to place her face next to mine. "You did so well. I was worried for a moment you wouldn't be able to do it. But I never should have doubted you," she cooed against my ear. I shuttered with delight at her praise.
Then she kissed me, there on the back of my head.
My nerves exploded where she did. Never once in our time together had she done so, and the waiting had made it ever the more incredible when it actually happened. I ached to be able to turn my head and kiss her back.
But instead I sucked.
My eyes turned back to the mirror and I watched as my mistress moved her hands lazily up and down my engorged belly and I slowly filled it more.
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