Bad Bath
Just a quickie I thought up. Now yes, I don't usually do one-shot, or such material, but this just demanded to be written. Also, I've deliberately left Melina's 'species' unmentioned since I've never been good at actually deciding such things.
Melina 'eeped' as the tip of the nozzle forced its way into her uterus, the pain wasn't so bad now as it had been once, but it still stung a little at first. Once she was sure the nozzle was in place, she turned the tap on, and spend a few minutes trying to find what she thought would be the right temperature, and flow rate. Once this was done, she reached between her legs to snag the hose, and stepping into the bath, she rammed the bung onto the tap, and then put her hands on her stomach to feel her inflation starting. It wasn't her first inflation, not by a long shot, but it was her first water inflation, and so she was eagerly anticipating it. Of course, she'd decided on filling from the bath tap rather than the sink one for a reason, and so she knelt down and then lay back, awaiting the new experience.
After about 15 minutes of wonderful swelling, Melina finally decided she was full enough, and so sat up and turned the tap off.
Well that had been her intention, but she very quickly realised she'd made a serious miscalculation, as she found the nearly four gallons on her swollen belly made sitting up at all rather difficult and tiring, and doing so enough to reach the tap nigh impossible. She tried to scoot closer, but this did no good as she had to raise her knees, which forced her immense and still expanding belly upward, forcing her body backwards. Next she scooted backwards, and tried to use the curvature of the bath to bring herself forward onto her knees. Unfortunately, this only showed up her second miscalculation, as she found trying to lift her now thirty-five-plus pound heavier midsection all but impossible to lift that high with just her arms alone.
Lying back in defeat, Melina quickly felt tears roll down her face, not of sadness, but of terror. As the pressure grew from comfortable, to pleasurable, to uncomfortable, she finally hit on an idea. The bath tap was a lever type, so if she could just hold it together long enough, maybe she could turn it off with her feet! this proved to be easier said than done though, as her heavily swollen belly required her to sit up to see over it, no mean feat with approaching forty pounds and still growing in her womb, a fact not helped by the size of the back being such that she could gain no assistance from the curvature at the end. Nevertheless, she persevered, and was eventually able to proper herself up in such away that she could see her left foot as she struggled to lift it against the swelling, her belly by this point no longer spherical but beginning to spread out forwards and backwards. Carefully, she moved her limb, edging it towards the tap, even as her belly approached being painfully tight.
Unfortunately, for as careful as Melina was, she wasn't careful enough, for as she tried to grab the end of the lever with her toes, struggling against both the weight and the increasing pain, she slipped, and so instead of getting the toes over the end of the lever, the slid under it, forcing it further open. Tears now streamed down her face as she let the weight of the water carry her back, tears of both terror, and increasingly, agony as her middle swelled up rapidly, forty-five pounds, fifty, fifty-five...