She was amazed at how rigidly Mr.She was amazed at how rigidly Mr. Dodds had managed to fasten her down. She decided that he must have actually glued her suit to something. He definitely gets to buy me a few new suits, she told herself. After a while, she felt a pressure building in her stomach. He must be feeding me something, she thought. This is silly- why couldn't he have fed it to me before I suited up. Unless... unless it's something he thinks I wouldn't normally eat, but that's dumb- he's seen me eat raw oysters, what could be worse than that? Ugh, I don't want to think about that, I have too colorful an imagination. Then she remembered the over-size enema tube and plug. Shit! she thought, what if he's planning on leaving me in this thing for... god, how long COULD he leave me in here? He didn't catheterize me- I hope he knows what he's doing... damn, what if I have to piss? The tube in her gullet soon became warm, and her stomach protested slightly as it became full. I really hope it's nothing nasty, she thought, god knows what he's thought of this time. Whatever it was, it kept coming, and soon her stomach was becoming uncomfortably full. By the time the flow into her stomach had stopped, she felt positively bloated, as if she had overindulged at Thanksgiving dinner. Presently, she felt a slight chill through the suit. Perhaps he was washing her, she thought. A little later, she felt it again, but not as strongly. She noticed, after a while, that her confinement seemed slightly stiffer. She couldn't move much, but she could flex her stomach muscles, and wriggle a little, so she did, the slimy oil inside her suit squelching past her crotch as she did so. She shuddered as the little warts inside the breast cups stimulated her nipples. |