Playing with Water
Imported from SF2 with no description.
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Hi, my name is Emma.
I'm a 22-year-old mink. I'm a little over 5 feet tall and have occasionally been told that I am as "thin as a rail". Most people would describe me as nice, quiet and, most importantly, normal. Most people would be wrong.
First, let me tell you a quick story, then we'll get to the fun parts, okay?
I have a brother, a few years older than me. Now, when I was young, we're talking elementary school, he got a computer for his birthday. We were close to each other, so he would let me play on it whenever he wasn't using it. This mostly consisted of watching funny videos or playing games, but one day I found something interesting. I was curious and started digging through some folders and ran across one with a bunch of odd videos. You might see where this is going. I started going through the videos one at a time, but he walked in before I'd finished them all. Obviously, me being as young as I was, I had no idea what I'd witnessed, so you can imagine my confusion as my brother panicked when he caught me. From that moment forward, I wasn't allowed on the computer without him in the room. And, obviously, neither of us told our parents about it.
As for what those videos were about, well, there was a theme. Lots of girls doing strange things to each other. Again, I had no clue what was actually happening in these videos, just that these girls looked like they were having a lot of fun. Neither of us knew it at the time, but once I'd seen that first video, my life had irrevocably changed. Not that it was his fault, or anything, don't get the wrong idea. But from that day forward, I'd started to... experiment. And, of course, I still had no idea what I was doing, I just tried aping whatever I remembered seeing the girls doing. For some bizarre reason, only explainable by the unimaginable stupidity of a child, I felt convinced that my target of my ministrations should be my urethra. This, for those unaware, was obviously the incorrect target. But, at the time, curiosity won out and I began, shall we say, practicing. While initially, it was not a particularly pleasant experience, the more time I spent doing it, the more I began to enjoy it.
This continued for a couple years, after which I received a birthday computer of my own. After a bit of searching, I discovered that I had been doing it wrong. And so, while my technique was refined, I had grown quite partial to my first experience. A couple years after that, I'd learned all about the birds and the bees and learned just how wrong I'd had it all along. But the damage had already been done, and I'd found my predilection. After that, well, I kept getting older and I kept on practicing, experimenting, pushing limits. Well, last year I graduated college, and now I've got a cushy job working from home and a nice little apartment all to myself.
And that bring us to today. Like I said, quick story, right?
It took a couple weeks for the materials I'd ordered to arrive, and I was unbelievably excited to try something new. It was something I had been curious about for a few years now but had never had the opportunity to try. So now that I had a place of my own, expendable income and a few hours of research, I was ready to give it a shot. I gathered everything together and headed to the bathroom. I plugged the drain on the bathtub and set it to fill, turning the water as hot as it would go. It would cool off in a little bit, and frankly I enjoyed the way the hellish heat loosened my body.
Next, it was time to strip. I pulled off my tank top and shorts, then released my bra, giving my modest bust a couple gentle squeezes, groping at the soft flesh beneath the soft fur. Next off was the panties. Running a finger along my slit, I could feel a little bit of moisture beginning to leak out. Finally, I sat on the toilet and spread my pussy lips ever so slightly brushing my fingers over the flesh inside. My fingers grasped around as I leaned back and closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling as I found the little handle. Gripping it, I gently began pulling the thick chain of beads from my pisshole. In recent years, I'd taken to plugging myself throughout the day. While I retained the requisite muscle control to prevent myself from making a mess, the regular use of these muscles led to some occasional, undesirable leakage. With the plug fully removed, I relieved myself into the toilet. I'd avoided drinking much today, as I wanted to be as empty as possible, and as such, there wasn't actually that much to drain.
Once that was taken care of (including a quick rinse of the hands, of course), I grabbed the packages, opened them and dumped the contents into the bathtub, then turned the faucet off and lowered myself into the scalding water. I spent a bit of time with the shampoo and soap while waiting for the water to settle at a more gentle heat. And now, I was ready to get started. Pivoting sideways in the tub, I left my legs dangling over the edge, hips elevated off the floor, back arched to keep my head above the water. Mink anatomy was, of course, incredibly flexible, an unexpectedly delightful gift from my parents.
Now came the fun part. The first item I grabbed was a thin speculum. Pouring a little bit of lubricant over it, I gently slipped it into my urethra, pushing it in until it would go no further. Next, I turned it to its side and slowly spread it open, feeling the tight little hole gape open. Did it hurt? Yes. Absolutely. I loved it. Time for the second item I'd ordered.
I grabbed the big plastic tin, undoing the lid and pulling the plastic bag out of it. Inside were packed hundreds of tiny little colorful balls. These were water beads. And soon, they'd be inside me. I tore the corner of the package open, careful to avoid spilling any. Placing the entrance of the bag against the speculum, I tilted it, letting a few beads drop into the spread hole. From there it became a bit of a chore, alternating between pouring the beads and using my fingers to press them all the way inside, a few falling into the water as this process repeated. The package I'd ordered held a few thousand, and I must've gotten through at least a quarter of the bag before I couldn't seem to fit anymore. No matter how much I pushed, it didn't seem like there was much space left in my bladder as I felt a thoroughly satisfying fullness in my lower abdomen. Placing a hand against my belly, I could just barely feel the hard-packed mass poking against my skin. Lovely. Closing the speculum, I gingerly slid the metal out, a few more beads plopping in the water as I did so. I could see the ones that had previously fell in already growing to a decent size, a reminder of what came next.
I turned the water back on, letting it run for a few seconds before letting it settle on a nice, gentle warm. Grabbing the next two items, I placed one end of the hose against the waterspout and began screwing it on, careful not to adjust my position too much and squeeze more beads out of myself. Water gently poured from the other end, which I then screwed into the base of a decidedly average-sized dildo, causing water to pour through it and out the tip. Once that was completed, the tip of the dildo was placed at the entrance of my urethra and gently pressed. It took just the barest amount of force before sliding in, eliciting a short gasp. The water poured into my bladder, filling the gaps between the beads and filling me with a gentle, pulsing warmth. A truly lovely sensation. The water forced my bladder to expand ever so slightly, but most of the excess simply squeezed its way out the gaps between the dildo and the sides of my tunnel. All that was left to do was sit back, relax, and let science run its course.
A few minutes into this "experiment", I could feel the beads shifting around as they took on water and expanded, pushing against each other and the sides of my bladder. The hand resting on my tummy could feel as the beads wiggled about, vying for space and forcing the small organ to expand. A few had slipped back into the urethra and pressed lightly against the head of the dildo, still pouring a steady, gentle flow of warm water. The resting hand moved to the dildo, gently pulling it out and firmly pressing it back in, ensuring none of the beads escaped. My other hand was kept occupied pleasuring myself. Running my fingers up and down my slit, slipping a couple fingers in and out, gently caressing my swollen clit. The warmth of the bath, the steady swelling of my bladder, the dildo deliciously spreading my urethra and the ministrations of my pussy all contributed to a heavenly stimulation, and I quickly lost myself in blissful paradise. After a quick orgasm, my muscles clenching down on fingers and dildo both, I once again adjusted my position, submerging myself in the now lukewarm bath. The cozy water surrounding me and the gentle pulsing of the water inside me lulled me into a soft doze, as I relaxed and let the feeling wash over me, as one of my hands gently played with the dildo still firmly jammed inside me.
It wasn't too terribly long before I woke again, a desperate need to pee and a mild ache in my lower abdomen rousing me from slumber. The bath, by this point, was starting to become a little chilly. I rubbed my bleary eyes and glanced down to see the now incredible bulge on my belly. The water beads had continued to grow and in my semi-conscious state, I'd kept the dildo lodged inside, preventing any from escaping. This had forced them to stretch my bladder near to bursting as my abdomen now sported a lumpy mass visibly distorting it. An incredibly odd sight, I looked almost as though I were pregnant, though a closer inspection would reveal first, the unusual lumps and second, the fact that the bulge was far lower than where my uterus would reside. I ran my hand over the protrusion, shivering at the sensation of the tautly stretched walls tingling. It was perhaps time to remove them. I turned the water off and gingerly removed the dildo from my passage, the aching muscles grateful for the short reprieve. A few of the smaller beads that hadn't found the room or water to grow pushed their way out alongside it and I couldn't help but smile and chuckle a little at the oddness of it all. What a bizarre thing for someone to do to themselves, I thought to myself. But now I needed to get them out of me and move on.
I bore down, clenching my abdominal muscles in an effort to alleviate the pressure that had been building for however long I'd been asleep. Immediately, I could feel the sensation of the slippery water-filled balls pushing their way through the muscular ring holding them in and flooding out of my body. I felt as hundreds of the slimy spheres exited my tight hole, stretching and stimulating me in such an unusual fashion and was instantly aroused once more. I quickly grabbed the dildo, turning the water back on and continued playing with myself, shoving it in, sliding it all the way out and letting more beads evacuate, before pushing the rest of the escapees all the way back in. My belly rapidly shrunk as the pressure was alleviated and soon returned to only the barest hint of a bulge as I continued to play with the remnants. I began to clench, holding as much water in as I could, watching my bladder inflate again, before releasing, letting the water pour back out of me, in an endless cycle. Once I approached my next peak, I pulled the dildo from myself and climaxed, as my muscles tensed, and water sprayed from me in thick spurts, punctuated by the now large colorful orbs.
As I came down, I once again gently played with the dildo, relaxing with the familiar sensation. I could tell that not many of the beads remained inside and I wanted to build up to one last orgasm before I was done. I accelerated the pace, clenching and releasing, my other hand frantically moving from my breasts to my clit to my pussy and back again as I worked myself up to a final release. As I felt myself approaching, I quickly removed the silicone phallus and clenched... but nothing came out. I breathed heavily, confused why nothing had happened. I tried again, tensing my muscles in an effort to relieve myself, but nothing came out. A sudden realization hit me. The beads had continued growing. I glanced down to see my water-filled bladder once again pressing my skin out like an early pregnancy. I pushed down on the skin, feeling the wall of my bladder contort, the pressure almost painful, but nothing changed. A bead had continued to grow and was now jammed stuck, preventing my release. I could just barely feel its thick girth pressed partially into my passage, but unable to move further. Now panicked, I turned the water off and continued my attempts to push it free, tensing the muscles, pressing my hands down on the bulge in my belly, but nothing was working. I pressed the dildo back inside to dislodge the thing, which worked, but only a little water was able to slip out before it found its way back into the passage entrance, blocking me up once again. Finally, after pressing my hands so firmly against myself that I could feel the walls straining in pain, I felt movement. The bulge was forced further into my passage, stretching me wider than anything before it. Luckily, it was squishy enough that it was possible to do without damage, but it still left a deep ache in me. I continued to push as the bulge slowly shifted lower and lower, before more joined in directly behind it. Eventually, the bulge reached my entrance, and, leaning over, I could see the head peaking from the red and inflamed hole. I tensed again and saw the entrance gape and evert slightly as the massive bead pressed against the ring of muscle. Finally, with an audible pop, it shot free, bouncing gently against the back of the tub. It was accompanied by a flow of water, a cry of pleasure and a few more massively engorged beads popping free behind it. This had finally brought me over the edge one last time, as I panted and shivered lightly, slumping against the tub's walls.
After regaining my strength, I ran my hand over my belly, feeling around, searching for any more lumps, but found none. I had successfully ejected every last one. Despite the scare, this was easily some of the most fun I'd ever had. I glanced into the water, smiling as I ran my hands across the hundreds of large water beads that now accumulated in the bath.
And now that I know my limits, it's time to press even further.