The Spa Treatment (Comm) (Patreon)

Taylor thought of herself as a rational, reasonable woman. She had picked her husband not for his looks or his sex (though both weren’t bad by any means~), but for his stability. She’d taken parenting classes to raise her son to be a respectable person. She’d gone to college, worked ordinary jobs, done a great job as a housewife… In every aspect of her life, Taylor had been smart and normal and otherwise a reasonable human being.

So then why was she now showing up at a spa with the full intention of getting water pumped into her until she couldn’t take it anymore? Where had her life taken such a turn that this was even a possibility, let alone an activity she was actively going to do? Where had the madness begun?

Taylor grit her teeth. It had started with her damn sister. In order to get Milly to FINALLY quit that shady con job she’d gotten roped into, Taylor had had to stoop down to her level and demolish her in a competition using that company’s shady pump. Taylor hadn’t thought much of it at the time, but she’d happened to go looking through some photo albums a few days after. It was then that she realized that she’d gotten… unusually large during that contest with her sister.

What did that have to do with her current situation? Well, as it would happen, Taylor often entered various mail-in contests and such in her free time. It was a little mundane for a hobby, but it was something to pass the time when she didn’t feel like reading or watching television. It just happened that the flyer she got last week hadn’t been the standard mail-in contest. It had been an in-person contest at the local spa with the prize being a weekend trip for the whole family to a fancy resort and spa. Taylor usually didn’t even consider in-person contests since they usually required travel and involved skills she didn’t have. This one just happened to be local and involved a skill that she, unfortunately, seemed to have a knack for somehow.

In the lobby of the spa, there were a few other women milling around and chatting. Taylor, feeling a little self-conscious, avoided the eyes of everyone she could while she made her way to the receptionist counter. She readjusted the strap of the day bag dangling from her shoulder, then said, “Uh… I’m here for the weekend getaway contest…?”

The receptionist, a petite young thing in clothes Taylor might’ve worn a decade ago, smiled at her. “You came at a good time! We were just needing a new competitor.” The woman rummaged around on her desk for a second, then handed Taylor a clipboard with some official-looking papers and a pen. “This is an entry form along with a waiver. Take your time reading it over before signing. Once you’re done, bring it back up to me and I’ll get you sent along!”

A waiver? Taylor gulped. They weren’t doing something that needed a waiver, assuredly? Had she done something shockingly dangerous in her anger with her sister? Or was this just a general precaution?

The brunette shook her head. She’d already come this far - she might as well give this a shot regardless. This wasn’t just for her. As much as she’d love a spa trip, the idea of being able to surprise her family with the trip was the real reason she’d stepped out of her comfort zone at all to come try this. Besides, if she started to feel like something was wrong, she would just leave! She just had to listen to her body and it’d be fine!

…Right?

Taylor hastily filled out the documents before she could lose her nerve and turned them in. The receptionist did a quick check, then smiled and said, “Everything looks good! Someone will be in shortly to show you to the contest area. Good luck!”

“Yeah… thanks.”.

The brunette felt too weirded out to sit down, but luckily, it only took a couple of minutes before a kind-looking woman in a spa uniform came out. She looked around for a moment before her eyes settled on Taylor. “Mrs. Grano, right? This way please.”

“R-Right, ok.” Taylor shuffled over to the spa worker and let her lead the way through the spa. She chuckled nervously and asked, “So, uh… have you had a lot of applicants so far?”

The woman glanced back and gave a sympathetic smile. “Yes, plenty! I thought that management was going mad when they announced this contest, but we’ve had dozens of people come in to participate so far.”

Taylor let out a small sigh of relief. At least she wasn’t going to be seen as a total degenerate here… probably. She wasn’t one to care too much about what other people thought about her. Still, it's not like Taylor wanted to be seen as some woman that would sell out her body (in a sense) for a free vacation. She just really wanted to surprise her family! That was a perfectly valid reason to do something like this!

After a few turns down identical-looking hallways, the worker led Taylor through a door into a moderately sized room. Various partitions had been set up in the center and a large, unwieldy-looking machine was set up in one corner with a single man sitting next to it on his phone. Friendly chatter passed around the partitions with enough varied voices to signal that most of the partitions likely had a competing woman behind them.

The worker took Taylor down to the end where the partition closest to the large machine was. Taylor peeked inside. This… looked a lot more professional than Taylor had imagined it would. All the partitioned area had in it was a maternity massage table to lay on with holes for the face and stomach, a long tube coiled up on the ground, a wooden bucket, a plastic bucket, a small stack of towels, and a bottle of lube.

“Let me explain everything for you real fast, ok?” The worker said while Taylor moved over to the table. When the awkward woman turned and nodded, the worker smiled and launched into her spiel. “The only rules are that you need to stay within this partitioned area and that once the enema tube is inserted, you must not remove it until you’re finished. You may lay on the table if you wish and you may remove your clothes if you wish.

“As for the enema itself,” the woman continued, “Once you’re ready, I’ll signal for the pump manager to start the flow for you. It will start off slow and slowly ramp up after each minute. The longer you last, the more points you get. Once you remove the pump or once your body starts ejecting water, your attempt is over.” She smiled. “Simple enough, right?”

Taylor laughed hesitantly. “Simple, yeah, heh. So, uh…” She shuffled her feet awkwardly. “Do you need to be in here with me while I… put it in, or…?”

The woman smiled sympathetically. “Unfortunately, to ensure that there’s no foul play or tricks, I do need to witness the tube going in.”

“R-Right…” Taylor sighed. Ok, well… let’s get this over with then…

The bottom-heavy woman picked up the end up the hose from the floor and made sure it was heavily slathered in lube. Taylor had dressed very casually for the day, not particularly feeling the need to doll herself up for some kind of borderline-fetishistic contest. She was just wearing a stretchy dark-blue top that flattered her boobs and some mom jeans that made her ass look just the right amount of fat. Now she was sliding those jeans (and her panties) down her just-fat-enough ass so that she could slip the hose in. She was facing the worker so that she couldn’t see but Taylor still had a vibrant blush on her face. She wasn’t some harlot that showed her bare body off to any Tom, Dick, or Harriet, after all. She wasn’t used to… this…

Once Taylor had slid the hose in (very easily, by the by) and had pulled her bottoms back up, the worker came over. “Pardon me,” she announced briefly before giving the hose a few small tugs. The tugs weren’t strong enough to pull it out any, thankfully, but it was apparently enough to confirm that it was in the right place. The woman nodded and continued, “Alright, you’re all set then! You’ve got about a minute before the water turns on, so get comfortable. I’ll be going then! Just give a shout if you need anything and someone will be right in to help you, alright?”

“A-Alright. Thank you.” Taylor watched the worker leave, then tried to sit down on the table. Bad idea - she winced as the hose uncomfortably pushed against her insides. Instead, Taylor clambered up onto the table and gingerly laid down on her back. Ok, that worked. So now she just had to wait, right?

Just as that thought ran through Taylor’s mind, she could feel the hose in her ass go rigid and start to vibrate. Then she shivered as the first of the water started to flow into her. It was… barely noticeable, actually. The shiver had more so been from something entering where it wasn’t supposed to be than anything else. The water was pleasantly warm and the flow was so low that she could probably get a faster enema from a water cooler.

Well… now what? Taylor put her arms behind her head and stared up at the ceiling. Based on her last inflation experience, she’d been expecting to be fully occupied by the whole event. Instead, this was just… boring. That was about when Taylor started listening to the conversations that were taking place between the other partitions.

“...So then I mentioned to Regina that the school lunches might as well be her leftovers from how disgusting they are…”

“...the guy was so staring at you! He was so gross, too. So gross that I don’t even wanna point him out to you if he does it again. I’ll just go tell him off myself. It’ll probably take a while though, so you can go ahead without me when that happens…”

“...and I caught them fooling around when they were supposed to be having a sleepover! Oh, I’m not mad that my daughter’s gay; I’m just upset that I didn’t notice that she was until after her and Crystal’s eighth ‘sleepover’...”

It sounded like the typical mom gossip that Taylor was used to, just with a different crowd. This really did seem like more of a casual thing than an actual competition. While Taylor did love a good competition, she still had a lot of conflicting feelings about this whole enema thing, so it was actually a little relieving to find out how casual this was. Taylor didn’t usually take part in gossip herself, not wanting to deal with the drama when her sister was already one massive heap of living drama, but maybe it would be a good way to pass the time until she was done…

By listening in, Taylor noted that there were four other ladies all responding to one another around her. She found a natural spot in the conversation to chime in and the others started including her. It felt a little uncomfortable to be talking to strangers like this when she had a tube up her ass filling her with water, but the discomfort went away pretty quickly once she got into the conversation.

After about five minutes had passed, one of the women started to sound strained. Then, in the middle of a sentence, she said, “O-Ooooh, I don’t feel great-”. Then there was a loud gurgle followed by a yelp and the sound of splashing water.

Footsteps sounded around Taylor’s enclosure and she heard a worker say, “Alright, that’s your time. Thanks for participating! If you’d like we have dry clothes for you to wear while we dry yours for you free of charge.”

“Y-Yes, that w-would be great- eep! B-But first I need to-”

“Oh, yes, no problem! Right this way please!”

From where she was laying on the table, Taylor could just see out of the entrance to her area. It was only for a moment, but she caught a glimpse of a worker leading her recent conversation partner away. The woman was waddling with water dripping down her legs, but… she didn’t look very bloated. She looked like she’d just eaten a big meal. Taylor let a small smirk creep onto her lips. If everyone was like her, this really wasn’t going to be a competition~.

The group around Taylor resumed talking - but not for long. After a couple more minutes, another of the ladies dropped out with a lot of groaning. The first drop-out was replaced shortly after, then a third one gave in. In this way, as the minutes passed, a rotating cast of women would enter and leave the gossip circle.

By this time, Taylor was starting to feel full. She glanced down at her belly and noted that it was about as big as the stomachs of all the women she could briefly see leaving from her partitioned area. Easy, peasy~. She could go for a little longer, then call it quits so she could walk out of here without looking like a total whale.

At least, that was the plan, but there were two other women who weren’t leaving the conversation. An energetic woman who liked to make a lot of innuendos and flirty jokes as well as a kind and somewhat quiet woman had been around since Taylor had first chimed in, yet it didn’t sound like they planned on leaving anytime soon.

After about thirty minutes had passed and yet another woman had left with water splattering in a trail behind her, the energetic woman sighed loudly. “Jeez, everyone keeps leaving! How is it any fun to come all the way here and to leave after just a few minutes?”

“I-I don’t think they came here for fun, Kanya…” the quiet one pointed out. “Plus, you can’t expect them to be able to… like us…”

“Not true! Someone’s been able to keep up with us! Yeah, you… uh…” there was a pause. Then, “Uh… what was your name again?”

Taylor rolled her eyes. She’d caught on a while ago that these two apparently knew each other outside of this whole debacle. She still couldn’t quite pin down what their relationship was like, though. “I never said my name so it’s no surprise you didn’t know it. My name’s Taylor.”

“Right, Taylor!” Kanya said, entirely brushing past the rest of Taylor’s words. “Taylor can keep up with us! She definitely can’t beat us, but she can at least keep up!”

Taylor’s brow twitched. “Beat you? Please. I just came here just to burn some time, but that doesn’t mean I plan to lose.”

“Sure, sure~,” Kanya laughed. Taylor could feel her blood starting to boil. She took a deep breath, then let it back out again. It doesn’t matter, Taylor. You don’t need to win everything. It was fine.

Then, the quiet one spoke up again, “Uh, Kanya? Don’t you need to pick up the twins soon…?”

There was a brief moment of silence. Then the sound of skin squeaking against leather sounded out along with a significantly loud slosh of water. “SHIT! I’m gonna be late! Meio, do you mind bringing my car around while I empty out?”

The same sound of squeaking leather came from another direction. “Yeah, ok, but… it might be hard to drive like… this…”

“Oh, you’ll be fine! Just don’t let anything leak while! I don’t want my seat to get ruined just because your ass isn’t tight enough!”

There were a lot of heavy-sounding footsteps and sloshing water, but not a single sound of splashing water like with the others. Then, Kanya said, “Hey, is someone out there? Turn off the water - I need to get going!” There was some more moving around, then a pause. “Oh, right- hey, lady!”

Taylor’s brow twitched again. “Do you mean me? Taylor?”

“Yeah, you! The lady with the milf voice! Here-” Some movement caught the corner of Taylor’s eye. She sat up and looked where the movement had come from. Kanya had slid a piece of paper underneath the partition wall. With an ‘oof’, Taylor got to her feet and knelt down to pick it up. Kanya continued, “It’s my number! You seem like you’d be fun to play with~. If you ever wanna see if you really can beat me, give me a call!”

Taylor rolled her eyes. Riiight. Like she’d ever wanna do this with other people -  let alone this weirdo. She was tempted to think about it just because of that little taunt, but Taylor was already sure she would win. After all, with how big she’d gotten before, how could anyone even get close to-

Just then, Taylor happened to glance out of the partition exit. Her eyes widened. Bouncing out of the room was a shorter woman with tanned skin and butch hair in skimpy clothes - and a massive gut. A bulging, bouncing gut that wobbled with every fast step she took out of the room. Based on her energy, that was probably Kanya. If she was that big when she wasn’t even full and had to leave early, then-

A woman who was assumedly Meio followed along at that moment. She was wearing mom jeans similar to Taylor’s with a thin sweater up top. Not that the sweater fit - she was sporting a pale, globular belly similar to the one Kanya had which made her sweater ride up, exposing at least half of her belly. She was close to Taylor’s height too, making the belly that much more… real, if that made any sense. Kanya had been short - she could’ve just looked big. This lady Meio, though? That was real.

Taylor gulped as Meio shuffled out of the room. Those two hadn’t even been phased by their giant bellies. Hell, Meio was apparently going to drive with that gut. Taylor couldn’t imagine holding so much water for so long! Maybe… maybe there was some room for competition there after all…

The bloated brunette shook her head. What had gotten into her!? Was she seriously considering doing this ridiculous inflation thing again? And with other people, at that? Insanity! Taylor huffed as she shoved Kanya’s number into her pant’s tiny pocket. She’d throw that away on her way out. For now, though… she had a clear size to beat in order to win this contest.

Taylor glanced down at herself. She was getting pretty sizable, though she wasn’t at the other ladies' grandiose sizes yet. Her shirt was failing her much as Meio’s had, sliding up her belly to show off her cream-colored belly underneath. She could tell that the water was entering her faster now, but it still wasn’t enough for Taylor to actually feel pressured by it. Ugh. At this rate, she’d have to wait… what, another ten minutes? Twenty? If only she knew how long those two had been here before she’d gotten started…

She’d just have to wait. After going through the effort of standing up (which was a little difficult with her gut the way it was), Taylor went back to the table. She wanted to lay on her back again, but… well… she’d never gotten a massage while she was pregnant. She was a little curious what it would feel like to lay face-down on one of these with a pregnant belly. She might not actually be pregnant, but she could definitely pass for it at this point, so…

Maneuvering her gut into the hole was a challenge. Taylor had to heave herself up onto the table to actually be able to lower her bulging belly in, but once she did… oooh, it felt so nice. Taylor breathed a sigh of contentment. Her skin was tight and her stomach felt heavy dangling free, but the soft leather felt like a loving embrace around her sensitive belly. She could get used to this…

Even when more women were brought in around her and started gossiping anew, Taylor didn’t join in. The flow of the water and the pressure in her belly were finally getting to the point where they were keeping Taylor’s attention. She definitely preferred air to water, it seemed, but this… this was still pretty nice, all things considered. Her belly felt like she’d eaten a whole pot of hot soup. It was… pleasant.

At least, it was pleasant for a while. Before long, though, Taylor was starting to squirm. God, she was really getting full now. Just how much faster was the water going to get before the ten minutes were up? She could feel her skin stretching and growing taut below the table. She huffed and panted. The warm water was heating up her whole body, making her sweat. She wished that she could take off her clothes to cool down a little, but… she was still in public to a certain extent. She couldn’t just strip. She’d just have to suck it up.

“Uuugh…” Taylor groaned. A solid cramp had just rippled over her stomach, making her muscles tense up and fight against the swell of her gut. A small burp got forced up the inflated woman’s throat and out her mouth. She closed her eyes and groaned again. Just a little more… She definitely wasn’t as big as those two yet, so… just a little more…!

The formerly loving embrace of the table now felt like a constricting shackle that threatened to pop Taylor’s belly like a bubble wrap bubble. A wave of tension washed over Taylor's body and her spine tingled. God, she was so full! Her belly felt so incredibly heavy dangling down like this. All that water was dragging her stomach down, desperate to find relief in resting on the floor. How big was she at this point? She’d estimated she’d need another ten minutes - it couldn’t have been that long yet, right? How much longer? How much-

Another belch got jettisoned from Taylor’s body. She was having some trouble breathing. It felt like her gut was dragging her whole body down, pressing her chest into the table with enough weight to constrict her lungs.

She… She couldn’t keep this up. It felt like she was going to explode! Too tight, too much pressure, too tight, too much pressure, too tight, too much-! Too much, too much, too much! It was TOO MUCH!

“T-Turn it off! Turn it off!” Taylor cried out. She gripped the edges of the table with white knuckles, barely holding on as her stomach pushed past her limits for just a few seconds until… relief. Her belly still felt like it was going to either burst or drag her through the tiny hole in the table, but still… it was over…

Taylor’s relief was punctuated by a series of sudden gasps and yelps around her. A few more women immediately were crying for the pump to get turned off. Taylor, in her enema-addled brain, didn’t try to think about why so many were giving in at once and just chuckled groggily to herself. Heh. She so had this in the bag. Kanya and Meio were no doubt going to be her only competition if everyone else was bailing so easily.

Ooof, Taylor could feel the water wanting to escape now. She winced and squirmed on the table. Ok, just take it slowly, Taylor. You might feel as if you’re going to explode, but if you don’t take it slow, you’re going to explode in a very different sense and make a huge mess. Just push yourself up slowly to get your belly out of the hole and… just push up slowly and… and… uuuuh…

There was no up. Every time Taylor tried to lift her belly upwards, she was met with resistance and a massive increase in pressure inside of her poor belly. She tried again, starting to panic, but got nowhere. She couldn’t get up. She… She was stuck. Her belly had swollen so much that it was stuck past the hole.

A violent rumble emanated from below the table. Taylor squeaked and clapped her hands to her asscheeks as if holding them together would help her clench up any harder. Oh God, oh shit! She could feel everything trying to evac but she couldn’t get up! Sweat started to drip down Taylor’s brow and she clenched her teeth. She was NOT going to turn into a glorified water fountain here!

Right then, both to Taylor’s relief and horror, the worker from earlier stepped into the partition. She was saying, “Hey, we’re sorry but our pump seems to have had a strange error and the technician says that it’s related to this output, so we’ll have to-” Then, as she saw Taylor and her eyes flicked down to below the table, she froze with her mouth half-open.

While her face burned with shame, Taylor managed to get out, “I- I’m going to need some help g-getting up…”

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Taylor had never wanted to be on a vacation less than she did right now.

After some technical shenanigans where the spa tried to accuse Taylor of messing with the pump, it was found that the pump had been working just fine. It was just that Taylor had stayed on for so long that her hose had started stealing water pressure from other hoses to inflate her faster and faster. That accounted for the number of women that Taylor had registered dropping out right as she quit.

With that confirmed, the spa declared Taylor as the winner without even tallying up her points since she was the only one to make the pump glitch out like that. To Taylor, it sounded more like the spa just wanted to put the whole debacle behind them so that Taylor didn’t try to cause any problems, which was just fine with her. After all, with the amount of butter and people it had taken to unwedge Taylor’s stomach from the massage table and how painful it had been to hold everything in with all that pushing and shoving… Euuugh! Taylor didn’t even want to remember it.

That’s part of why this vacation is turning out bittersweet. She loved that her hubby and son were having a great time at the resort, but every time that Taylor saw a garden hose or a sign for a spa or even just the bidet function on the fancy toilets, she couldn’t stop herself from thinking back to the challenge. She could still see the freaked-out looks the other people had given her gut - her disgustingly massive gut that had cramped and wobbled with every hurried step she’d taken to the bathroom after being freed. Yeah, her huge, overgrown orb of a stomach that had made her skin feel like it’d rip if she’d taken in a single more drop of water… that sloppy stomach that sloshed and rumbled like nothing else… that benign tumor of a belly that… that Taylor just… couldn’t stop remembering…

GAH, she was doing it again! Taylor shook her head and picked up her mimosa from the side of the hot tub she was relaxing in. Her hubby was teaching her son how to surf while Taylor was relaxing. Her family was having fun, so she should be too! She just had to get these stupid persistent memories of her shame out of her head! Just watch the sea off in the distance, Taylor. Watch the gulls flying above the warm water… the kids playing in the waves… the couples walking together on the dunes… aaaah…

Nope. The memories were still there. Fuck. Taylor groaned and sank down in the tub. Why couldn’t she just settle down, damnit!? She was at a luxury beach resort! She was wearing the spring-time colored one-piece with the exposed back that her husband loved while soaking in a hot tub! Relax, damnit! Relax!

While Taylor lamented her pain, she felt a tickle on the small of her back. She shifted over to check what it was. Oh right, it was one of those water jets that were all over hot tubs to keep their contents warm and bubbly. She didn’t know they had models where there were jets on the seats. To be fair, she’d only ever been in a hot tub a few times on her honeymoon and once back in college - and she’d been far too distracted both times to really take in the tub. The jet being on the seat seemed counterproductive though. What was the point when it could get covered so easily forms someone sitting on it, just like how it had likely been when Taylor’s ass had been on it? Seriously, what was the point… of…

…Uh-oh.

Taylor bit her lip as she looked down at the bubbling jet. Ok, so this definitely wasn’t what the point of that jet was, but… Taylor was at her wit's end. Maybe if she inflated herself just one more time to rinse her brain of the idea, then maybe - just maybe - she might be able to finally settle down and unwind on the rest of her hard-won vacation.

The pear-bodied brunette looked around as inconspicuously as possible. It was the off-season for resorts right now apparently so the resort wasn’t very packed. On top of that, most people were at the beach since it was still bright and sunny out. There was practically no one around save for a couple of families with small kids in the pool. She had privacy at the moment, so…

With a nervous gulp, Taylor reached down to the bottom of her one-piece suit. She pulled aside the bottom of her suit - a difficult task considering how tight the suit was over her ass and hips (she’d bulked up a little since her last swimming trip…). Then she scooched back over to the jet until she was sitting on it again. She pursed her lips while she repositioned. A little more left… up a little… right… too far right… Ah, that tickled! Ok, it was there, so now just press down and…

A shiver ran up Taylor’s spine as hot bubbly water started roaring into her body. In order to hold herself against the jet so that the water would shoot up where it needed to, Taylor had to brace one hand against the edge of the tub. It wasn’t the most comfortable thing ever, but that was fine. This would only be for a little bit anyways.

The water had an immediate effect. Taylor’s guts immediately started to gurgle and quake as the agitated water filled up all the spare space she had. Lord above, this was a totally different experience from both the air contest with her sister and the enema challenge at the spa! The flow was so strong and there were so many bubbles that it felt like Taylor was blowing up like a blimp right from the start! It kinda reminded her of that stupid janky ‘massage’ pump that her sister Mindy had forced her to try except that, without an insert going right up into her, it was hard to keep the flow consistent. Taylor could feel some pressure being lost as water squeaked around her ass instead of into it. The fact that the inflation was still as forceful as it was despite the imperfect flow just gave credit to the hot tub jet’s power.

Within what felt like seconds, Taylor’s belly was starting to press into her one-piece suit. Taylor used her free hand to tug at the edge of her suit as if that would relieve some of the pressure. Spoiler: it didn’t. Even if it had, that relief would have been immediately overwritten by her belly surging out even further and eating up the freed space. Her suit had already been tighter than it should have thanks to some extra hip meat, but now it was just ridiculous!

Taylor grunted. This whole inflating thing had never felt ‘good’ to her, per se, but still, this time it felt like there was something… missing. What was wrong? She wasn’t going to be able to move past this bull and relax if she couldn’t get her head out of her ass. Was it the size? Did she really need to fill up as much as her body would let her? She really wasn’t looking forward to having to haul her gut to a toilet to empty out already, but to do when she was that full…

A violent rumble made Taylor’s belly visibly tremble. She grimaced and forced herself further down onto the jet. Fine! If she had to go bigger to get the full feeling she was looking for, then she’d do it! The rapid flow of water filled out Taylor’s guts at an absurd pace. Cramps and rumbles were a frequent occurrence as her belly tried to protest, but Taylor didn’t stop for a moment. She was a woman on a mission!

The flowery one-piece that had been just a bit overtight was now becoming downright indecent. With each passing second, Taylor could feel it cutting more and more into her shoulders, could feel it covering less and less of her asscheeks. When she looked down at herself, she could see plenty of her bare flank as her suit exposed far more than just her back.

Oooh God, Taylor was starting to feel the pressure now. The suit was so tight and restrictive that it was limiting her belly’s growth. She couldn’t tell if it was her skin or her suit that felt like it could rip at any moment. Taylor really didn’t want to burst her suit (or her belly, obviously), but there was still something missing! She wasn’t big enough yet. That had to be it! She had to keep going!

The creaking of strained polyester, the roaring of the hot tub, and the gurgling of Taylor’s overfilled belly filled Taylor’s ears. Her free hand was no longer free - she was using it to brace herself along with her other hand, though she was more bracing her mind than her body with it. The edge of the tub was like an anchor that kept her present even as her belly kept getting tighter and tiger, even as it pushed out across her lap and rounded out over the edge of her thighs.

A massive rumble unlike any other so far echoed inside of Taylor’s body. A hiccup pushed past Taylor’s lips. Then another. And another. OoooOoh, Taylor didn’t feel so good. Her belly was rumbling and gurgling in a totally new way now. Maybe she should stop… but she still hadn’t found that feeling… but… ooooh, her poor belly… it hurt so bad… m-maybe she would stop after-

“HRK!” Taylor put a hand to her mouth. She’d almost lost her lunch! She swallowed, but the urge to throw up was coming back again. Sh-She couldn’t stop-!

Before Taylor could properly react, water had filled her throat and was pouring out of her mouth. Wh-What was happening!? Oooh, her poor belly! She tried to clamp her mouth shut and swallow, but not only did the water not exit her mouth, it threatened to invade her sinuses. Tears dotted the corners of Taylor’s eyes as she opened her mouth again to let the water come back out. How… How was this even possible…?

Finally, Taylor’s brain started to function properly again. She realized two things: one, she couldn’t breathe with her throat full of water, and two, she needed to GET OFF OF THE DAMN WATER JET! Taylor jerkily pulled herself off of the water jet. Still, the fountain exiting her mouth lasted for another good thirty seconds before her body finally let her swallow and keep everything down. Did stopping the outflow of water make her feel absolutely disgusting and make her belly feel like it was going to pop? Yes. Did she care? No. She just wanted to stop being a human water feature.

Taylor groaned pitifully as she cradled her poor belly. Why did it hurt this much when she definitely wasn’t as big as she’d been before? Was it the suit? Maybe it was the suit. It did feel excruciatingly tight now. It was cutting into her shoulders, her asscrack, and even the sides of her belly. Maybe that was why water had gone all the way through - the suit had started squeezing all of the water inside her out like a squeeze bottle…

And yet, despite all this, Taylor still felt like she was missing something! She had to admit, as awful as this had been, there was a strange sort of… fun attached. It wasn’t fun enough for her to obsess over it though! So what was different!? What was different between this inflation, the air one with her sister, and the enema at the-

Taylor froze. No. No, it wasn’t. It couldn’t. Was it? Was it really…? Was she really THAT competitive? And with this? With THIS? She was obsessed with COMPETING over THIS!? Taylor couldn’t believe this. She could not BELIEVE this! She couldn’t have gotten obsessed with a sport or anything, it HAD to be-

An ominous gurgle of warning rumbled through Taylor’s stomach. Her ass instinctively clenched up and Taylor jolted upright. Uh-oh. She knew that feeling all too well by now.

Taylor dragged her massive gut out of the water, which was a surprisingly tasking effort. Why did it feel so much heavier than after the spa enema? Maybe her sheer desperation to make it to a bathroom had made her ignore the sheer weight she’d been supporting.

While clambering out of the hot tub, Taylor ended up resting some weight on her poor belly. The first result of this mistake was a loud, airy gurgle that ricochet up her throat and out her mouth in the form of a massive belch. The second was that another small stream of water closely followed the air without giving Taylor a chance to stop it at all. She quickly clamped her jaw shut and set to swallowing everything back down. The metallic taste of chlorine was making her feel sick. Was chlorine poisonous? She’d have to look that up before she digested all this water that’d made its way into her belly. Before that, though…

Taylor heaved her body up and waddled as quickly and discreetly as she could to the restroom. She could feel the eyes of the parents at the pool burning into her, staring at her engorged stomach and her ass that was mostly bare since the bottom of her one-piece was so tight it was virtually a thong. This was the absolute LAST time she ever did one of these in public…!

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This is the first of the Patreon exclusive comms! This one took a loooong time to finish because... reasons... But hopefully the next one(s) won't take nearly as long to complete. As a Patreon comm, this fic won't be released publically at all.

Thanks to taiHen for the comm! You'll likely be seeing more of his comms in the future, so if you like this character and style of story, you're in luck~.

In other news, the monthly stream is coming up in a couple of days! It'll be on the 21st, as the poll dictated so long ago. I'll get an update with the time it'll be out ~24 hours beforehand.