It was my first time in a sensory deprivation tank, and I gotta say - I kind of get it. It’s lovely in here, floating in the dark. It really makes the process so much more calming.
The pipes latched onto my tits first. I breathed deeply as they connected, wriggled, and then started to pulse liquid into my breast tissue. I knew what was coming next because my friends who had had a filler told me about it, just as I was getting used to the sensation at my breasts, a seperate pipe made contact with my pussy. This one had a head fashioned as a dildo, I breathed out again, spreading my thighs, and it twisted into me. A mix of pleasure and discomfort, which gave way to fully pleasure as the muscle relaxant lube took effect.
Now deep inside me, the pipe started to pump in its load. I groaned out, trying to relax while my womb put up some resistance to the mounting pressure.
My sister is getting married in a few months, and she wants all her bridesmaids to be visibly pregnant. While the others are closer to her age and already growing babies, I’m only 19. So, I’m getting a filler pumped in.
in the dark of the tank, with all the pulsing and shifting of the tubes, I lost track of time. Occasionally I’d raise a hand to feel my belly: it was definitely rounding out, my toned midriff stretching with the liquid. I reminded myself that it was only temporary, after six months it’d gradually start to shrink till I was back to my normal size.
“Mrs Williams?” A voice softly spoke through the speakers on the pod.
“Who?” I asked, confused. Unless there was someone else in here, there was definitely no Mrs Williams. “I’m not Mrs Williams, I’m Rosa Tindle.”
“Oh- just a moment. I’ll check a few things. So you’re aware, you’ve got two minutes to go, you’ll feel some changes as your cervix is restored to its usual tightness and your mammory glands are activated.”
There were some clunks and pops as the tubes attached to my breasts disconnected and the pipe in my pussy retracted. I breathed out in the dark. The voice clicked back on.
“Miss Tindle, we’re very sorry, but there has been a booking error on our part.”
I opened my eyes to the darkness of the pod, concerned: “What’s happened?”
“Unfortunately, while you booked filler for a single foetus in the second trimester, you’ve been given filler that equates to twins in the late third trimester. We thought it’s best to let you know this before we switch on the lights. Of course, you will have a full refund, and we do remind you that the filler will fade quickly after six months have passed”
I looked the mirror, turning, trying to understand what I was looking at. An attendant, who had helped me out of the pod stood beside me, just in case I lost my balance.
I was enormous: my belly huge, heavy and protruding was larger than any I’d seen on a woman. I put a hand under it, trying in vain to lift the full weight of it. My tits were in proportion: heavy melons with thick sensitive nipples, in the time I’ve been looking in the mirror I’d noticed them grow fuller as my body produced milk.
The door opened, and the manager stepped in. I had been prepared to lay into him, but after looking at myself in the mirror for a bit, I was actually feeling good about this size: I had curves in all the right places, the weight of my womb felt just right, and my tits we’re actually a huge turn on. His jaw dropped as he took me in: “Fuuuck.”
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