[Kinks: IRL Inflation, Overstim] [Masturbation] [No pictures]
Holy fucking shit. I'm trembling. I drank four liters of diet coke zero sugar and that made me so fucking full. But I got the bright idea to follow that up with inflation. And I got the fullest I've EVER been. I still haven't gone over the pictures I took and compared them, but I must have been so massive in the last set.
I got so horny because of how full I was that I couldn't stop moaning. I was getting close just because of the pressure in my body. I took some pictures then started jerking off. I was completely dry before I started inflating, but afterwards I was so wet that I could swim in it I swear to god.
I must have cum in less than five minutes. That's something my headmate does, yeah, but I've maybe done that twice in my life. And I wasn't even being penetrated like what she needs for that to happen. But the thing is, once I got close, I couldn't stop. I just kept rubbing and rubbing and when I came, I started grinding into my hand. My body twitched and tensed and I practically screamed out with my moans, I could barely breathe, but I kept going. I didn't want to stop. I couldn't stop.
I came about five times before I did, but honestly that's just a guess. I only expected to cum once, I wasn't prepared to count them. And by the time I'd came thrice, I didn't have the faculties left to count anyway.
The thing is, it didn't stop there. I took my hands off my body. But I did not stop cumming. I came several more times even after I stopped touching. The residual stimulation and the arousal from all the sounds I was making and the feelings in my body kept me going. Even after I stopped touching myself, I couldn't stop cumming.
I sounded like porn, but honestly, I probably sounded more like hentai. Every moan you can imagine is one I made during round one of this experience. Every "ooh" "ah!" "ugh" "ooph" "agh" "ahn" you could think of, I did it. I'm not usually a screamer but tonight I was. I did more than moan, however.
Every now and then, between the moans, I managed to stutter out full sentences. Interrupted once again by moans of course. But I kept saying things about the sensations in my body, how I was dizzy, shaking, trembling, how I couldn't stop and didn't want to. I expressed amazement over how many times I'd came and how many of those orgasms were hands free.
At one point I knew I was too worked up and was scared I'd wake my housemates so I focused in and slowly caught my breath, making sure to take slow, deep breaths. I managed to stop cumming for a little while. I got up and went to the bathroom, but at that point I could barely walk from the countless orgasms I'd already endured and that paired with the still present pressure in my belly coaxed me right back into an aroused state.
I couldn't stop moaning the whole time I was in the bathroom and by the time I got back to my desk, I was ready for round two. Without even trying, I sat down in my chair and the moment I touched the seat, I came three more times in succession. I felt so good. I didn't even have to move. My body tensed up and moved for me. My hands were nowhere near my genitals, but it didn't matter because just the feeling of all my muscles tensing up and convulsing triggered orgasm after orgasm. I was stuck in a loop.
Soon after, I managed to slowly calm back down. I was on call with my boyfriend and keeping him up. I wanted to let him rest so I knew I had to stop. I once again deepened my breaths and started redirecting all of my horny thoughts, sending them away so I could center myself. I stood up from my chair and walked to the center of my room so I could lie down on the floor and deflate.
Once I lied down on the floor, my boyfriend and I talked for a while. I confessed my secret kink, one you'll never hear about ;P and I told him how much I loved him and how the only reason I feel safe enough to be who I am today is because of him and his love for me. I really could have fallen asleep right there purely because of how safe and happy I felt.
I got up to go to the bathroom again (because four liters of soda really does that to you) and I took some more pictures of my belly. I went back to my room and decided I should get measurements of my belly, all round as it was, so I could compare them to my uninflated self tomorrow. My boyfriend went to bed and I finished my measurements.
That brings us to now. I'm writing this post in an interesting state of mind. On one end, I'm trying to keep myself calm and ease myself out of this lustful, carnal state I'm in. On the other end? I'm trying to keep it going. I want to prepare myself for a round three. I want to record it next time. And part of me wants to keep it going until sunrise. God knows I've got enough caffeine in me to do that. It's four in the morning right now. I'd only need to keep going for two more hours and I feel like I've got the stamina.
I've never been this horny in my life but god damn! am I enjoying it.
