‘Yes, I see,’ he said, put her up into the stirrups, strapping her into the exam table with hidden leather straps. He pulled a metal hose from the rack of things coming out of the wall, and fitted a small brass nozzle into it, before coating it with lubricant and rubbing a bit over her anus, before sticking the nozzle inside, snapping it into a locking hook on the table, that would hold it in place inside her.
‘You’re not full enough,’ he said, and she had just enough time to widen her eyes and feel a cold surge of horror before he threw a lever, and there was a clang somewhere deep in the wall, and she felt something feverishly warm beginning to pump into her.
‘No, I—’
‘Who’s the doctor here?’ he asked, gently.
‘You are, sir,’ she said meekly, even more embarrassed at having been so foolish—and rude—as to think he was not doing what was best for her.
The water kept pumping, warm and filling her even more full, and she tried to bear it without crying or whimpering, staring at the ceiling as she felt her belly forced to expand even further, even tighter, though… the warmth was relaxing her, slowly, easing some of the pain she’d been feeling. That must mean it was working, she thought happily, even though it was difficult to bear….
Doctor Kildaire watched his Machine fill her, watched her belly swell and redden with the strain and the heated fluid—for it wasn’t water, not anymore than the beads were tapioca. It was something much more potent than water, combining with the material of the beads inside her to expand her guts, to make her genitals begin to swell, engorge, to grow.
He watched as it began to take effect instantly, her clit swelling from nearly invisible to pushing out of her, swelling and unfurling as it lengthened, the hood over it growing just a little faster than it was, to make sure nothing got damaged. The inner lobes were not emerging, the tiny stalk just behind the head was simply fasciiating—a perfection to the formula his other girls did not have. He wondered how long, how big, her outer clitoris—her coque—would get….
The clitoris’ inner lobes, and the cervix, swelled unchecked, until they effectively sealed her vagina, while the labia swelled at first as though aroused, then well beyond that. He watched new blood vessels extend to feed the enlargening tissues with pleasure, knowing that, hidden by the swell of her enema, her ovaries and uterus were undergoing a similar enlargement, ovaries forced by the serum to reconfigure, to become more avian, making ready to produce a six-inch, soft-shelled egg every month, rather than a lining—and which her swollen cervix and clitoris would not let pass out of her womb, which would slowly stretch to accommodate every egg, as the production sped up from one egg a month to one every day.
Her navel everted, and he rubbed it with his fingertips. ‘How are you feeling, Rowena? The cure is working very well already.’
‘I-is it?’
He kept circling his fingertips. ‘Yes, very much so. Almost done.’
There was another clang. ‘There,’ he said. ‘Now, we must make sure none of this escapes.’ He enjoyed her silent terror, and even more the way she did not ask, trusted him so completely, though he was doing the exact opposite of what she wanted.
Well, she’d learn. She’d learn that being full was what she wanted, what was good for her.
He removed all of the hair in her ano-genital area, and then put a thick bead of glue along the concave bottom groove of a bullet-shaped plug, slowly and gently pushing it all the way in, until her anus, stretched to a wide three and a quarter inches, found the edge of the plug’s groove, and sank into the glue. ‘I want you to tense your anus—goooood girl, hold it…’ he counted off ten seconds—the glue’s setting time. ‘Very good,’ he said, admiring the helpless and unknowing way she’d sealed herself up permanently—at least, until she came back.
Her belly was magnificent; it clearly wasn’t pregnancy, but it was as big, simply softer, drooping down, giving a bit more, like a toy water balloon.
That’s what she would be—was, he thought to himself: his little toy water balloon.
‘And this will help?’
‘Yes, you should see an improvement in a few days; if you don’t, please come back to me.’
He helped her down, and she made her way out, her dress full enough in the skirt, and high enough in the waist, to not strain over her belly uncomfortably. She only looked very pregnant as she swayed a little on her feet with every step—a very pleasingly helpless wobble, Kildaire thought with pleasure. They’d make it more helpless yet when she came back, especially with how fast her vulva was still growing….
