He let it go a little longer.He let it go a little longer. I couldn't tell if the water pressure had equilibrated with the pressure inside me or if I was still expanding, but he finally stopped it and took out the tube. I had been clenching to prevent any leakage around the tube, and after he had removed it I still tried to stop the humiliation of the water leaking out and running down my legs. But I needn't have wor- ried. I couldn't have expelled the water if I had tried to, plugged the way I was. He took off the gag, freed my ankles and released me from the overhead chain. With my arms still strapped behind my back I couldn't reach the string between my legs, but I was free to walk wherever I wanted. Immediately, I went to the bathroom, but I couldn't expel the condom or the water. Not a drop. I had a pee, though. It didn't help. In the mirror I looked like I was about four or five months pregnant. I felt incredibly distended and all I could think about was getting the water out of me; of course I was powerless to do so. |