Pooling Pressure (comm)

CW: Super tum, chugging, rapid enema, horny times, salt water

Aaaah, this was the life. No work, martini in hand, a comfy lounge chair by the pool, a nice book, and several gallons of water ripe for the chugging. How else could Alli possibly make this day any better?

Alli had been obsessed with bloating and inflation for pretty much as long as she could remember. She’d started experimenting with filling up as a teenager, but only really starting pushing her limits once she’d hit college and didn’t live with her family anymore. She’d always thought that one day, she’d finally hit some kind of max and she’d feel satisfied. Yet, as years passed and hundreds of gallons fell victim to her insatiable insides, the only thing Alli was sure of was that the concept of a ‘max capacity’ was bullshit. After all, some people out there were spreading the notion that a stomach could fit a measly ten liters. Ten liters was a casual Tuesday night for Alli. Now twenty liters - THAT was pushing it.

With a casual heft, Alli brought one of her water jugs up to her lips. She’d long since lost the need for swallowing; she just let the water flow straight down into her gut while reading her book to the side. Doing this strained her eyes more than her stomach at this point. Her muscles readily accepted the cargo, not even trying to resist. Her body would evac the water soon enough as well. She used to have a permanently pudgy look from water weight, yet now Alli’s bust-heavy figure rarely held onto anything that she drank. That was what eight years of near-daily belly-abuse got you - a body made for inflating. She barely even felt it at this point. It was all a little…

Alli froze. Her eyes widened. The empty gallon jug dropped from her fingers as she sat upright. That wasn’t right, was it? She wasn’t about to call this… BORING, was she? Bloating was, like, ninety percent of what she did in her free time! She’d turned down dates with eights and nines because she’d already bought cases of soda! She’d skipped walking the stage at uni to reach two gallons for the first time! To say that she loved to inflate was an understatement of absurd proportions. How could she possibly be BORED of it!? Who was she if not a humanized water balloon? Did she even have any other personality traits?

No. This wasn’t it. She’d just gotten complacent. Yeah, that was it! She’d made bloating a routine! Pushed it off to the side! She just needed to reignite her passion!

With an admittedly panicked haste, Alli ripped off the cap to another gallon of water and practically inhaled it. The water audibly splashed into her welcoming stomach, which had begun to readily expand. She tossed the empty jug aside and tore into the third. Then the fourth. Then that was it. Why was that it? Four gallons? That was IT!? Why had Alli prepared so little water!? Just how complacent had she gotten!?

The busty redhead jolted to her feet, her belly sloshing wildy from the sudden movement. Being only five-three, four gallons of water seemed like it should render her immobile. She was stowing roughly thirty pounds of water inside her gut, after all. The fact that it didn’t somehow made Alli even more upset. Moving was supposed to be hard! Her belly shouldn’t wobble and droop like this! It should be taut, tight, rigid, and solid! It should rumble and gurgle! She should be able to see veins! She should be torn between wanting to vomit and worrying she’d pop if she moved the wrong way! She should be so heavy that her legs trembled, her knees buckled, her back ached! Since when had this gotten so EASY!

Full. Alli needed to be FULL. She needed to drink and drink and drink until she POPPED! She needed to be BIG! As big as she’d ever been! BIGGER than she’d ever been! That was all the water she had, though. She couldn’t wait to refill the jugs over and over again, and she’d learned her lesson about drinking straight from the sink when she’d accidentally semi-waterboarded herself.

That was when a reflection caught her eyes. The pool. She couldn’t- could she? It was salt water, so no chlorine, and it’d work itself out pretty fast. But still, even with a great pump, it still felt kinda gross to-

Before Alli could think another word to dissuade herself, she was already jumping into the pool. She’d already been in her bikini since that was her favorite tum-showing outfit, but in the state she was in, she’d probably have jumped in even if she’d been wearing her nicest dress. Before she’d even surfaced, Alli’s mouth was open and sucking in water. It was refreshingly cold, but also grossly salty. Alli was far beyond taste at this point, though. She just held open her mouth and gulped.

Seconds turned into minutes. Alli’s lungs burned, but she refused to surface. Her belly was starting to ache. She couldn’t tell how heavy it was in the weightless water, but she was sure she wouldn’t be able to move once out of the pool. That still wasn’t good enough. She needed more. MORE!

Unfortunately, the need to breathe trumped the need to drink. Alli kicked and flailed until she managed to push her head above the surface, sucked in a shaky breath, and got dragged back under by her own gut. If she wasn’t suffocating, the idea of that would be SO hot. Alli kicked off the floor of the pool, moving herself to the shallow end of her pool. Soon enough, her head could remain above water while standing, letting Alli stand still and gasp for air. Then she looked down. Her heart skipped a beat.

She. Was. MASSIVE! The water was distorting it some, but no amount of distortion could disguise the drastic distended dome that was her midriff. She looked like she huffed all of the air out of three- no four beachballs! Was it her biggest size ever? No. That honor went to that night in Vegas when she’d gotten drunk off her ass and decided a public fountain was the best place for an impromptu twenty-minute chug. But she wasn’t far off! To be able to contest that size while (mostly) sober was fucking incredible!

But still not good enough. She needed MORE.

Alli squatted down, letting her mouth submerge in the water again. She started gulping again, just as greedily as when she’d been entirely submerged. Her belly was truly starting to ache now, but Alli didn’t care. She was just barely starting to get that high from feeling full. Her hands gripped the sides of her gut, kneading her soft skin. God, she couldn’t even reach her navel, but she STILL wasn’t full! Just how much could she fit inside of her massive tanker? What were her limits these days? She had to find out. SHe HAD to know.

Minutes passed by, but Alli’s relentless chugging didn’t slow at all. Even as her throat began to tire, her jaw began to seize, and her belly began to rumble, she didn’t stop. She just kept forcing more water in, forced her body to accept every ounce of liquid pleasure she could drink. 

Then, in a moment, Alli wasn’t drinking anymore. Water filled her mouth, yet she couldn’t move it down her throat anymore. Actually, more accurately, she couldn’t move her throat anymore. It was refusing to swallow. It pulsed and convulsed, but she just couldn’t make the muscles work like she wanted.

She was full. She was so full that her body was physically preventing her from drinking anymore water. She was, well and truly… at her max.

Alli hiccupped and groaned. She was only now realizing just how full she was. Her belly hurt so badly. It floated out in front of her like some kind of monstrous jellyfish; a tanned, wobbling dome that moved with the water’s current. Alli slowly shuffled forward, moving towards the steps leading out of the pool. She had to stoop lower and lower as she did to keep her belly in the water. Finally, she reached the steps. 

She grabbed the bottom of her belly, sucked in a deep breath, and hefted it up. Spasms of tension and pleasure surged through Alli’s body as her arms strained against her own body weight in water. She just barely managed to flop her belly onto the warm concrete outside of the pool before her arms gave out. Then she just stood there, huffing and panting and belching and groaning. Her top felt loose, and for good reason. Her belly was so enormous that, now that it wasn't able to sag downward, it was pushing her boobs upward into her face. Her belly was so big that her bikini didn’t need to provide support anymore! That had been on her bloating bucket list!

Fat, bloated, and happy, Alli mustered the strength to scramble out of the pool. She tried to get onto all fours, only to find that her knees couldn’t reach the concrete. She was lifting her own body up with her belly! Another bucket list item down! Alli giggled madly as she scooched her belly along the concrete, making sure not to be too rough on her soft, springy skin. Then…

She pulled down her bottoms and shoved the hose to her pool’s pump up her ass.

Alli wasn’t done yet! Not even CLOSE! She could feel it - her belly still had room yet! So what if her stomach was so full that it felt like her esophagus was still swimming in salt water? So what if her throat physically wouldn’t let her drink anymore? If she couldn’t drink, she’d just fill up the other way! She had more than one entrance to her intestines and, while she preferred chugging, she was plenty experienced in both! BRING IT ON, BELLY! SHOW MOMMA WHAT YOU’RE MADE OF!

The effects of Alli’s manic idea were made apparent immediately. She moaned as frantic rumbles shook her middle. Cool water surged through the few remaining dry places left inside of her. The pressure inside of Alli rapidly mounted, making her entire body quiver. Yes, yes, YES! THIS was the feeling that she was missing!

Alli’s feet pressed hard into the concrete, straining to lift her body. She was so HEAVY~! She couldn’t stand up anymore even if she wanted to! Her gut was planted firmly on the ground, swelling up to swallow her minute frame more and more as the seconds passed.

Before long, the palms of Alli’s hands couldn’t reach the concrete anymore. Then her fingers were being lifted away. She was fine with this; it just meant she could massage every inch of her throbbing belly that she could reach without fear of toppling over. She spared her tightening skin no mercy, pressing in to test how much room was left and slapping her sides to hear the water swirl inside of her. She relished in the convulsions that rippled across her skin, and bit her lip harder every time a cramp threatened to force some water back out. Alli had toa actively fight to hold everything in from both ends, but this didn’t make her want to stop. No, if anything, it just turned her on even more~.

Oh- Oh Gos, her feet! Alli could feel her feet lifting off the ground! Her belly was lifting her entire body off the ground! Her heels couldn’t reach anymore! Her toes - her toes could just barely reach -  AND - SHE WAS UP! She squealed and bounced around, feeling her taut gut wobbling beneath her with every movement. Holy FUCK she had to have hundreds of gallons of water sloshing around inside of her! ANd she was getting even BIGGER with each passing moment!

Alli squeezed the sides of her belly with her thighs, massaging herself in more ways than one. Her plump breasts were fully engulfing her face now, making it hard to see her belly swelling in front of her. She clumsily pulled off her bikini top and tossed it aside. Her boobs drooped to the sides… somewhat. She still couldn’t see much other than tit. Somehow, though, it was even hotter now that the bikini wasn’t what was keeping her boobs in her face.

The monumentally bloated redhead teased a nipple with one hand while eagerly torturing her belly with the other. Her body spasmed and a massive rumble made her skin tremble. A several-second long belch erupted from her mouth. All her movement was dislodging air bubbles from inside of herself. Several more belches forced themselves out while Alli fooled around with her breasts. Slowly, her hand began to work its way downward from her gut to her groin.

Alli slipped two fingers easily inside herself, being plenty wet from several different sources. It didn’t take much to bring her to a peak. Hell, it was closer to say that she’d already been peaking even before her fingers had intruded. Holy fuck, she felt so TIGHT! Her belly was putting so much pressure on her EVERYTHING! There wasn’t a single organ inside her body that wasn’t being pushed and squeezed and crushed by her own massive waterlogged gut!

F-Fuck, she was so BIG! If she rolled over somehow, she’d probably get crushed by her own weight! So heavy, so taut, so BIG! Hehehaheha! So TIGHT!

Ooooh, f-fuck! She was too big! It hurt so badly! She was so tight! Too tight! Her skin didn’t have any give left! She swore she could hear it CREAKING! HA! So fucking BIG! So TIGHT! Ooooh- OOOOOH-

“F-FUCK ME! AAAAA-AAAAAAAaaaAAAAH!”

Alli spasmed up on top of her gargantuan gut. Her eyes rolled back into her skull, her fingers locked in place, her toes curled in the air, and her back arched as much as it could. She froze in place, not breathing. Then, with a goofy grin on her face… Alli blacked out.

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Alli woke up to a sharp twinge of pain in her belly. Had she fallen asleep while inflating again?  She’d sworn to never do that again after the uni roommate incident. She sleepily fumbled around by her ass, pulled out the hose, and yawned. She scratched the side of her belly, and was surprised when her fingers glided across the surface of her skin. She blinked a few times. Her boobs were being pressed into her face. Right. That was a thing. As was… her… belly…

Ho. Ly. FUCK.

Alli couldn’t even describe how big she was. She couldn’t see the ground past her tits and belly, but by looking to the side, she could tell she was higher up than her first-story windows. Her belly was THAT tall! She could only imagine how WIDE she was, but based on how she was now spread-eagled on top of her belly instead of draped over it, she had to be pretty fuckin’ wide. Maybe she even had the entire pool inside of herself~. She couldn’t see it from up here, so there was no way to tell at the moment, but hey - she could dream, couldn’t she?

Also, Alli needed to pee. BAD. Ok, shit. She hadn’t thought this far ahead. She’d been immobile before and needed to pee, but she’d always prepared for that. She’d done this so sporadically that she wasn’t ready. Hell, even if she HAD been ready, it’s not like she could reach anything. The only things Alli could reach were the three B’s - butt, belly, and bust. Admittedly, all three of those things were great to grab, and Alli would love to have some more fun with them, but she needed to pee first. There was only one real choice, wasn’t there? Alli hated to do this, but… it’s not like she had many options.

While the flustered redhead resigned herself to her fate and prepped her mind, she suddenly heard a familiar voice. “Hey, Allison, are you there? It’s Kate. I brought over some cookies- oh wow, what’s this? Did you get some kind of pool toy? And, uh, does it have boobs on it? Weird, but hey, I’m not one to judge. It, uh, looks a little overfull, though. YOu might wanna unplug it soon, Alli… uuuuh, Alli? Where are… you…”

Alli’s face was bright red. She felt a hand press into her rock-solid gut. The voice sounded out one more time. “Alli… son…?”

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