Jacy woke on her second day at the clinic not knowing what to expect. Her belly was mostly flat again, though she wasn't nearly as hungry as she usually was in the morning. She had just changed back in to her white dress when a nurse came to take her to the exam room again. The horrid red bag was already hanging there, waiting, and this time it was the nurse who inserted the nozzle. Jacy lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to think about anything except her rapidly growing belly - she couldn't. When the bag was empty, the nurse pulled up her dress and began to rub a thick cream over Jacy's large belly, taking her time and making sure all of it was rubbed in. Once again, she had to hold it in for ten minutes before she was allowed to go to the bathroom. Jacy fully expected to be given a second enema when she came out of the bathroom, but she was wrong.
Back on the table, the tube once again inserted and inflated, and Jacy noticed the bag was missing. She was slightly confused. This time, the nurse connected the tube to a small pump on a tray next to the exam table. She turned it on, and Jacy knew right away that it was an air pump! The air filled her much more slowly than the water had, her belly growing little by little. It felt different, too, the pressure from the air inside her. Half an hour later, Jacy looked hugely pregnant and felt just as full as she had from her first enema the day before. The tube was removed and she was helped from the table.
"You may go to breakfast now." The nurse said. Jacy stared at her in disbelief.
"Like this? But I'm huge!" She said.
"You won't be the only one. Now, off you go."
Jacy made her way slowly to the dining room, her face flushed red. Still, one hand couldn't help rubbing her swollen belly. The nurse had been right, though - all of the other girls looked much the same as she did, their bellies pressing out against the thin material of their dresses. Breakfast was a thick stack of pancakes with syrup, along with sausage, bacon and eggs. Given how full of air the girls already were, it was an hour and a half before the last one cleared her plate. When she was measured this time, Jacy's belly was a huge 39 inches!
The next couple of days were much the same. Before breakfast each morning, Jacy was filled with water and then air before being sent off to eat what always seemed like an impossibly large meal. All of the meals seemed that way, and whether or not she was still swollen with air, Jacy always felt huge afterwards. By the end of dinner the third day, her belly was 41 inches and on the fourth, it was 43! On the morning of the fifth day, the doctor met Jacy in the exam room like on the first day, instructing her to remove her dress, but not giving her a gown to put on. Then he told her to get on all four on the table. Jacy found herself pink with embarrassment yet again.
The nozzle was inserted as it had been each morning, and inflated. Jacy felt the now familiar sensation of the water starting to fill her, this time pushing her belly downwards. The bag was filled a second time, once empty from the first, just like before. After the first, Jacy's belly was already hanging low under her. After the second, the muscle ache that always seemed to accompany it had returned. Jacy was braced to wait the usually required ten minutes when, to her surprise, the bag was filled for a third time! The water flowed, pressing her belly further and further down. Jacy groaned, wishing she could rub it. It hurt much more than any of the previous ones had. When the third bag was empty, she could feel her belly just barely brushing against the table below her. She didn't know how she would be able to hold it for ten minutes, let alone make it to the bathroom! The doctor left and Jacy watched the clock.
After ten minutes, one of the nurses came in. Jacy was shifting back and forth on the table, groaning in pain. The nurse helped her on to her back, and she could hardly believe how far her belly stuck up. The nurse measured her, something they hadn't done during an enema before. Her belly had reached 45 inches! The nurse rubbed the thick cream over Jacy's sore, swollen belly, then left the room. Jacy had been sure she would be allowed to go to the bathroom, but now she didn't know when she would be able to. After another twenty minutes, the nurse returned and helped Jacy off the table and in to the bathroom before removing the tube. While slightly embarrassed, Jacy was also grateful as there was no way she would have been able to hold it in while walking. An hour and a half later, Jacy was finally empty. Her mostly flat belly, which she saw little of anymore, was starting to look strange to her. She climbed on to the table and the nurse placed the tube back inside her, turning on the air pump. This time, the nurse rubbed more of the thick cream on to Jacy's belly as it grew, massaging it a little, forcing the air to move inside her more than usual. When the pump was turned off and the tube removed, she looked - and almost felt - like she was about to give birth.
After yet another large breakfast, each girl was taken back to their exam room. The nurse told Jacy to lay down and inserted the tube once more. Jacy could hear the little pump whirring away, feel the air moving in to her already very full belly. What she didn't know was that her breakfast that morning had been laced with a sedative and a muscle relaxer! Within half an hour, Jacy was asleep on the exam table, the nurse watching over her as her belly continued to grow. When the pump was finally turned off, she could have easily been mistaken for being near the third trimester with twins. Again, her belly was rubbed with the thick cream, and then she was placed on a gurney and taken back to her room. The nurse sat in the chair by her bed, occasionally turning on the pump to make sure that Jacy's belly stayed big and round. Her skin and muscles needed to be well stretched for what was coming.
Wow. This story is awesome
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