Jess's Fat

I felt a bit dizzy. Like I was in a fog. I was vaguely aware of the announcer saying my name. "And now, please welcome tonight's débutante, Jessie - For round two of Milk and Honey!". Jennifer was helping me up and escorting me over toward the chair. I could feel the plug wiggling up inside my bottom as I walked. The string dangling down and tickling my thighs. She helped me up into the seat, and spread my legs apart. I could feel the sticky strands of my girl goo pulling apart. Then she started fastening the straps. The seatbelt across my waist, holding my firmly in the chair. Then my arms and wrists. Then my thighs and legs, holding me open. I could feel the lights on me. Hear the murmurs of excitement. It was warm. I was blushing. Time started to speed back up.

I was back. The fog started to lift, and my head was clear. It was like waking up from a dream, except this was no dream. It was all happening. Here I was, bound to this contraption, live on stage, with cameras giving closeups. I didn't need to be scared. I should be having fun. Clearly I was, if the copious amounts of goo leaking from between my legs was any indication.

Jennifer reached under the chair and grabbed the string on my plug. "Relax, and give a little push Jessie" she said.

I did. I felt my asshole expanding, and the plug popped out, followed my a small stream of water that had apparently still been inside of me from earlier. Jennifer just wiped my hole off with a baby wipe, and then started rubbing the cool, wet, slippery lubricant around. I felt something poking and wiggling at my butthole, and realized Jennifer was working some of the lube into my hole with her finger. It still felt funny to have someone else's finger in my bottom.

Next, she started squirting lots of lube all over the nozzle. I felt the tip of it sliding in. I'd had so many things in and out of my bottom already this evening that it hardly put up any resistance. As the fins started going in, she started twisting the nozzle back and forth. They felt all squishy as they bent from side to slide and slid around against each other, slowly expanding me and going deeper inside. I could feel the tip of the nozzle hitting inside of me, and Jennifer was twisting and working it to try and get it angled up and deeper into my rectum. Finally, it was all the way in.

The next thing I felt was totally unlike anything I'd ever felt before. I heard the hiss, and felt something moving inside my bottom. Then came the second hiss, and I realized that the nozzle was being inflated. I could feel it rubbing against the walls inside of me. Then came the third hiss. Now it was starting to press against the walls. It felt HUGE. It felt hard. It felt like I had a really big poop that was coming out of my bottom but had somehow gotten stuck. By the time she'd squeezed in a fourth time, it was quite uncomfortable. I was pushing on it, trying to get it to come out. I wasn't even doing it consciously - that's just how my body was reacting to having something so large and firm stuck in my lower rectum, rubbing and pressing against all those nerves that meant going poo was imminent or in process, and I needed to get to a toilet immediately!

Jennifer just kept telling me to relax. That eventually, my body would acclimate to the pressure, and the urge to go would fade away to just a persistent feeling of fullness instead. She then moved around front, and began to insert the mouth gag. It was still wet with Hannah's saliva. "Eww, it's wet!" I objected. "It's just from Hannah's mouth silly!" she responded. "Just pretend you're giving her a kiss." I was about to say I wouldn't give a girl a kiss, but she had the gag inserted, and so all that would come out was a muffle. So there I was, unable to move, and unable to talk.

At that point, Jennifer placed a small little ball into my hands. I remembered that this was my safeword ball for times when I was unable to talk. I gave it a good squeeze so as not to accidentally drop it.

Finally, Jenny produced the pair of clear safety glasses that Hannah had worn and slipped them onto my face. I had no idea why I'd need safety glasses for a game like this. As Jennifer stepped away I looked around out over the audience. Then, it hit me. I couldn't see the monitor. It was all black, with just a few specks of light showing through in certain spots. Jennifer must have seen the horror in my eyes.

"What's wrong honey?" she asked. I couldn't talk with the gag in my mouth. If I could, I'm not sure what I'd say. Jennifer must have seen me staring up at the monitor. "Is something wrong with the glasses, Jessie?" she asked. She took them back off of me and I could once again see the monitor. It was still on. It was definitely the glasses that had made it go black. Jennifer put them on and looked around, and not seeing anything strange, placed them back on my head. "These are just special polarized glasses that will block out light of a certain polarization. We use them to black out of screens and cameras when you're playing certain games like this. Don't worry, they won't hurt your eyes or anything. If it bothers you, just don't look toward the monitor, ok?" she explained.

I nodded my head. What else was I going to do? I could drop the ball and end the game. Daddy said he wouldn't punish me. But I'd wanted to be here so badly. I thought of all the fun I could have with my new friends. I didn't want to give that all away! But I couldn't drink pee. I just couldn't! But... I'd have to take my chances and play the game.

Next, Jennifer retrieved the drinking glass and knelt down at my side. "Ok, Jessie" she began, "It's time for you to go pee. We need you to fill this glass for us, ok? Just relax and let it go. I'll make sure it all ends up in the glass."

10 minutes earlier, I was wondering how much longer I could hold out for. But with all the excitement lately, I'd actually almost forgotten. Reminded, that urge returned with a vengeance. But as I tried to go, I just couldn't seem to get the flow to start. I tried pushing, but that didn't work. I tried closing my eyes and trying to pretend I was on the toilet back at home, but that didn't seem to work either.

"Just relax and go for us, honey. Don't be shy." Urged Jennifer. I didn't want to be shy. The pressure in my bladder actually hurt, and I wanted to go! But my bladder had a mind of it's own, and it seemed to have some major stage fright. Even worse was the time limit. I knew I had less then 30 seconds to go now. I pushed again, and it felt like a little pee might have come out. I continued pushing, hoping I could get enough.

"Ok Jessie, relax. Stop trying to go pee now, ok?" Said Jennifer. "You weren't able to fill the glass within the minute time limit, so we're going to try something different. Just hold your pee for a couple minutes more, and then you'll be able to go no problem." she explained. When she lifted the glass, I could see there was less than an inch of pee in the bottom of it. I wondered what they'd do now.

"As you can see, Jessie was not able to fill the glass within a minute" announced the leader to the audience. "When this happens, it usually means a girl has already wet her chair, and we can simply use her chair bag to get the required urine, but in Jessie's case, her bag is still empty. So in these cases, we simply use a catheter to drain any remaining fluid from the bladder and verify she really is empty."

Another one of the assistants had brought a tray out to Jennifer, and she was putting on gloves and seemed to be getting something ready. "Have you ever been catheterized before, Jessie?" she asked. I shook my head, not quite knowing what that meant. "Ok", she said, "Don't worry - it won't hurt. It's just going to tickle a little bit, and you might feel a little funny next time you go to pee too. I'm just going to slide this little tube up inside your pee hole and into your bladder, ok?"

It wasn't really a question. If I'd shaken my head no she wouldn't have stopped. I felt her using her fingers to spread apart my cunny lips. Next, I felt something cold and wet poke against on my pee hole. Then, I felt it slipping up inside. It felt really weird. I'd never felt something going up inside my pee hole like that. It scratched and scraped and felt absolutely huge. I felt like I needed to pee really bad.

The other assistant held the enema bag below me, while Jennifer held the little tube inside of me. I couldn't see anything that was going on. After a few seconds, I started to feel like I didn't need to pee as bad. I could still feel the tube inside of me, irritating and ticking, but the deeper ache inside my bladder was gone. I could feel the pressure inside going down, like I was peeing, except I wasn't. At least, I didn't feel like I was peeing. I wanted to feel my pee quench the itch inside my peehole, but I felt nothing. But apparently I was peeing even if I couldn't feel it. I was being drained. Like it or not, they were extracting my pee out of me live on stage. Every last drop.

"Wow Jessie," she said, "You must have really had to go! I don't know how you managed to hold that all in, let alone be so shy you couldn't go! I bet you had an entire pint in there!" said Jennifer. Great, I thought. I could have just had a small cup worth, but because I couldn't go, now I'm going to get a whole pint!

As I relaxed, I suddenly felt like I was peeing. I jumped a bit. "Sorry!" said Jennifer. "I just slid the catheter back out. You're all empty now." she explained. The irritable feeling was less now, but it still tickled a bit. I wished I could pee, to put out the itch inside of me, but try as I might I couldn't. I really was empty.

A new glass of milk was placed in the second bag, and then it and the bag with my pee were both hoisted up way above my head, joining the bag with close to a gallon which still hung there. Jennifer then got out the board with the dome shaped thing sticking out of the top and inserted it in the front of my chair. She slid it back until the dome gently pressed against my cunny. With my legs held apart the way they were, the dome was able to almost seal right up against my cunny hole. It felt cold and slippery, and I realized that, just like my gag, it hadn't been washed after it was used on Hannah. The slipperiness was left over from her cunny.

Next, the dome was plugged in and turned on. The feeling was amazing! It was like a vibrator, but much deeper and stronger than the ones daddy and I have at home. I could feel it vibrating though the entire chair. The vibrations traveled up my spine. I could feel them in the back of my head. In the tips of my fingers, and against my legs where they were bound to the chair. But strongest of all I could feel them in my cunny. A deep rumble, building inside.

Jennifer reached up and gave the wheel a spin. I could hear the clicky clack as it spun around. Milk. Honey. Milk. Honey. If only I knew which was which. If I could somehow have counted all the clicks, and figured it out! But they came to fast, and I'd been so distracted by that dome between my legs I'd missed it.

Click, click, click, click... Milk, Honey, Milk, Honey... Or was that Honey, Milk, Honey, Milk? Click.... Click..... The time between the clicks and clacks was getting longer. The wheel was slowing down. Click. It was done. But was it milk, or was it honey? I wished I knew.

The rumble between my legs continued unabated. It was really quite distracting! I was trying to concentrate here! I could feel my cunny growing warm. The vibrations making it all sensitive. I knew my clitty would be growing. I hoped it wouldn't grow big enough to actually touch that dome!

They were saying something. 60 seconds? Oh, right. Now I had to choose. Focus Jess, Focus! Drink or Enema? Was it honey or was it milk? If it was milk, I wanted the enema. No, the drink. Drink... that's right. Stupid dome. Drink the milk. Honey enema. I didn't want to drink the honey. GOD this thing was distracting! It was like something was alive down inside of me! The pressure from that enema nozzle up inside of me, and those vibrations!

Oh, right, the counter. 60 seconds. It wouldn't be 60 anymore. Why was everyone being so fucking quiet? Hadn't they all been yelling to Hannah? "Enema!" they'd chanted. It had landed on milk, they'd all chanted Enema, and she chose to drink. Why were they being so quiet now? Did that mean I was on honey? But if it was on honey, and I didn't say anything, then I'd drink milk too. They'd wanted Hannah to drink honey. Maybe I was on milk? God, I didn't have much time left. That stupid dome!

I looked around the audience, trying to figure out what was going on. Talk dammit! Someone! I wanted to yell out. It must have been on milk. They wanted my time to expire. But why had they all chanted for Hannah when she got milk? ARGG!!! I didn't know!

Then, I saw him. Daddy. Up in the audience. I froze. Our eyes met. He'd help me. He had to say something, right? I glared at him. And sure enough... "DRINK IT HONEY!" he yelled.

I was on milk! They were trying to trick me. They'd chanted Enema for Hannah and she switched! So that's why they were all being quiet now. Of course. I extended a single finger, to indicate drink. I'd hoped I'd been in time.

I felt the stream dribble and then start to squirt into my mouth at the same time I felt the other one it entering my bottom. Something wasn't right. The liquid in my mouth was warm. It was salty. It wasn't milk. The one blasting into my bottom was cold. I could feel it much stronger and more distinctly than earlier! In a panic, I wiggled my tongue and found the end of the tube sticking into my mouth, plugging it.

I'd been tricked! How could daddy do that to me! It was so gross! I had a mouth full of pee. MY own pee! It was warm, and slightly salty. There was a slight taste of something more in it as well. It wasn't as bad as I'd imagined, but there was no way I would actually swallow! I mean, it was my pee! First they'd forcefully drained it out of me, and now they were forcing me to drink it again.

At the same time, I cold feel the cold milk rising higher and higher in my colon. It shot in hard and fast, and the coldness made it much easier to feel inside of me. I was starting to feel bloated, and the cold was giving me cramps. I wanted it to stop.

"You need to swallow Jessie", said Jennifer. "Your milk enema won't stop until you've drank all your pee." she reminded me. Still holding my tongue in the end of the tube, I tried to swallow. As I did, my tongue slipped from the end, and the pee resumed squirting into my mouth. It shot straight back down my throat as the built-up pressure was released, and then continued pouring right onto my tongue. As my mouth started to fill up, I swallowed again, and then again.

It was the grossest thing I'd ever done. I couldn't believe I was actually doing it. Gulp. Gulp. Down the hatch it went. My tummy being filled with warm honey as my bottom was filled with cold milk.

The whole time, the rumble in my crotch did not cease. It anything, it grew stronger. As I sat there, letting my mouth fill with my warm salty pee and then swallowing it down, I felt something new between my legs. It was stronger, shaper, like my cunny was electrified. As I looked down, I realized what it was. The pointy tip of my clitoris, now engorged more than ever before, was pressing against the dome. The more it pressed, the bigger it got, and the stronger the feeling. I could feel a tightening starting. My hands and feet felt numb. I could feel the tingles and sparks running straight from my little clit all over my body. I could feel the tingles up inside my bottom, where my colon contracted and spasmed. I could feel them in my tummy, being filled with my pee. They ran out through my arms and down through my legs. I could feel the contractions beginning. I could feel them in my bottom, as if my ass was gulping down the milk. I could feel them in my cunny, pressed firm against the dome. I could feel the pressure building like I had to pee. I had no control over anything anymore.

As the contractions got bigger and stronger, I felt the pressure building down inside my cunt. Then, when I thought I could take no more, I could feel it burst. Wave after wave of orgasm washing over my body. I could feel my cunny gushing jets and jets of fluid. It didn't feel like I was peeing. It felt thick and slippery, like girl goo, but I'd never seen so much of it coming out, spraying and coating the vibrating dome and splashing back all over my legs. The slipperiness made the dome feel even better. Over and over again I could feel the contractions. With each contraction of my cunny, I could feel my throat, swallowing down my pee, and my colon, cramping down on the wet milky irritator. Over and over, with no way to stop. The last thing I remember were the lights dimming. The sound becoming muffled, and then...

When I woke up, I was still strapped to the chair. The vibrations had stopped, and the pee was no longer running into my mouth. Jennifer was passing a small container under my nose. The smell burned my nostrils. When she saw I was awake, she sat down the container, and picked up something else. She showed it to me. It was a little round pink ball. It felt like I'd seen it before somewhere. As the fog continued to lift and my mind ramped back up to speed, I realized it was the safeword ball. I realized my hands were now relaxed. At some point either during my orgasm or when I passed out, I must have dropped it! I opened my hands, and Jennifer brought the ball down and placed it in my palm. I wrapped my fingers around it, gripping it tight.

As my hand closed around the ball, I felt the vibrations in the chair begin again, and a spurt of pee shot into my mouth. The pressure in my belly, already quite intense, began growing again. God, how much pee could there be, I wondered. The vibrator was already starting to drive me crazy again, and I needed that enema to stop or I'd surely burst!

Reluctantly at first, I tried sucking. It was hard to do with the gag in my mouth. I wanted to close my lips on the tube and suck normally, but the gag would not allow that. Instead, I just had to carefully breath in, pulling more and more urine though the tube into my mouth. Once my mouth was full, I'd swallow it down, then exhale through my nose.

It only took a couple mouthfuls with this new technique until the pee finally came to an end. As the last of it passed through the tube, the vibrator faded away.

"That was amazing, Jessie!" said Jennifer, beaming with pride. "That might well be the biggest and most intense orgasm I've ever seen from one of my girls!". I wasn't sure quite how to react to that unusual compliment.

Jennifer then set about removing the gag from my mouth. It felt good to flex my jaw after it had been held open for so long. The taste of pee was still in my mouth. Next she removed the restraints from my hands and legs, and the straps holding me in the chair. The cramps from the enema were still quite strong, and I felt like I needed to expel quite badly.

"I'll tell you what..." began Jennifer. "Let's just keep that inflatable nozzle in you for now. Normally we'd swap it out with an inflatable plug, but you're so full of milk that we'd end up making an unnecessary mess. I'm just going to give you another squeeze to make sure we've got a good seal before you start moving around."

Before I could object, she reached under my chair and gave the inflater bulb a squeeze. Feeling the pressure build inside me, I couldn't help but let out a groan. It felt so big and hard, and I felt so full.

"Ooo, you like that?" laughed Jennifer. Suddenly she gave the bulb yet another squeeze. "Ahhhh!!! FUCK!!!! NOOOO!" I screamed. The pressure of the now enormous inflatable nozzle lodged in my rectum, combined with the colon full of cool milk, with waves of cramps running from my poor stretched sphincter deep up inside of me, was all too much. I felt the contractions tightening and releasing and felt another orgasm hit me, losing control and shaking in the chair. Squirts of goo shot out of my cunny again as I let out little grunts and moans. It all felt so new and strange. These orgasms were hundreds of times stronger than the ones I had at home! Before tonight I'd never had such big things in my bottom. I'd never had an enema. I'd never tasted my own pee. But here I was doing all of those things, while lots of men watched. It was all such a huge rush! It felt so nasty, and it felt so good!

As I sat recovering from the orgasm, Jennifer clamped off my nozzle and disconnected the tube. She then came around to help me up from the chair. With all the weight of the milk inside of me, I couldn't even slide forward. Jennifer reached back and, grabbing me under the arms, helped haul me up into a standing position. My legs were all wobbly and jelly like from the repeated huge orgasms. Jennifer continued to support my weight as I gained confidence in my footing.

Once I could finally stand on my own, she lead me over to the chairs and had me sit down next to Hannah. What a lucky girl! She'd gotten just a tiny glass of pee for her enema, while I had to drink my entire bulging bladder worth, while getting filled with cool milk! Walking over, I could feel the outer bubble of the nozzle between my buttcheeks, and the inflater bulbs swinging between my legs. My gut bulged out grotesquely, as if I were pregnant. I could feel the milk sloshing and gurgling inside of me with each step. Half way to the seat a cramp ripped through me and I almost lost my balance. Fortunately, Jennifer was there to catch me. We stood for a moment until the cramp had passed, and then continued to the seat. She held the tube coming from the nozzle out of the way as I sat down.

I sat and watched the assistants clearing the stage in preparation for the next game. As the contraption I had been strapped to was wheeled away, I noticed the enema bag that had once contained the milk was now empty apart from a small bit left in the tube. That could only mean that I had an entire gallon of milk, minus one glass worth that Hannah drank, up inside my bottom.