\n\t\t\t\t\taccidentalaesthetics”Stop squirming, cat, this tube is hard enough to insert as it is~”, the petite white-tailed deer doe grumbles as she pinches the clear flexible tube harder to keep sliding it into Feligris' vulva, the wriggly feline hissing through gritted teeth with her claws digging into the tall wooden stool she's leaning on. ”I'm trying but it stings so much… can't help it!”, she gasps in reply as the cervine continues to mess with the tubing until a black marker line in one spot along the tube's length has just barely disappeared between the feline's tight lips. Satisfied, the nude deer grabs the feline's furry buttocks to shake them playfully as Feligris randomly bucks from the discomfort of the tube sitting deep in her urethra.
Moments later the cervine straightens out to walk over to a camera set on a tripod a little distance from where the feline is, removing the lens cap to adjust the view before she crouches and casually fiddles on a running laptop placed one the floor beside the tripod… the clacking of her hooves against the wooden floor echoing in the drafty single-room wooden cabin. ”Hello, hello, are we on the air? Seem so, cool!”, she quips a few moments later when she hops in front of the camera to wave at the unseen audience, careful not to obstruct the view of the feline who still leans on the stool and merely acknowledges the camera with a coy nod. ”My name's Kyra and I'll be your host today here at our remote studio, carefully chosen to make our star less likely to change her mind as there's nowhere she can go – but let me introduce you to Feligris! Feligris, please greet the audience? I took the liberty of stripping and prepping her off camera so that we can get right into the actual action~”, the doe explains with lavish arm movements while Feligris awkwardly shifts to flash her sabre teeth under the bright LED lighting as she waves a little at the shiny lens, her tail swishing in the air above the tube as she settles back down on her leaning posture. Large tufted ears flicking to swivel backwards when the clacking of Kyra's hooves closes in.
Moments later Kyra's supple hand reaches casually at Feligris' crotch to rub at the lowest part of the feline's lower belly, the cervine's fingers mingling with the cream-coloured lush fur as she puts pressure to the spot, eliciting a deep whine from the feline. ”And now that the introductions are done, here's the target you've all voted and donated for… our naughty feline's bladder hiding right under my fignertips. Carefully emptied and flushed earlier, I'm going to slowly fill it with oiled marbles on camera tonight until it pops… a suitable ending for our spoilered princess here, going out as her bladder goes bang!”, Kyra tells the camera with a grin while slowly drawing her fingers upwards past Feligris' tube-filled vulva and up along her back until the cervine has practically bent over the feline in order to fluff her hair… Feligris' body shuddering from the teasing.
Nothing happens quite yet, though, apart from Feligris gulping audibly in the otherwise quiet cabin when Kyra swings over in front of her to gaze into her eyes, the doe holding onto the cat's hands as she crouches in front of her with a quizzical smirk. ”S-sounds like I'll be begging to get to the toilet pretty soon?”, Feligris asks warily after a pregnant pause, earning a chuckle in response from the doe as she nudges her chin with her nose. ”But that's why you're here, cat, to be told 'No' each time until your bladder ruptures – we cater to extreme wishes after all regardless of how they end!”, Kyra asserts with her hands grabbing the feline's cheeks to tip her muzzle downwards, the two nodding at each other. Seconds later the doe simply lets go to stand up, ruffling Feligris' purple hair as she steps past to go over to the modified sandblaster which has been setup behind the feline to have a peek at the open pressure chamber which is full to the brim with marbles and vegetable oil. Satisfied at how everything looks, Kyra closes the hatch and screws it shut before casually turning a few levers to begin, hiss of compressed air soon followed by a steady string of marbles running slowly through the transparent tube.
It doesn't take long for Feligris to start bucking her hips lazily amid moans and whines as the marbles pile up in her empty bladder so that it starts to stretch out and bulge above her crotch – the strange sensations causing her to grind her sabre teeth together under the watchful eye of Kyra. With an audible clop the doe shuffles right next to the feline's rump and runs her hand over the length of Feligris' raised tail, before crouching down to pat at the feline's steadily swelling bladder to smile at the wince her touch teases out. ”Looking good so far… how's it feeling, cat?”, the doe asks after moving over to face the feline again and to rub one of her large tufted ears. ”Nyaa – like I need to pee badly already, and the marbles… they're so heavy and weird!”, Feligris replies through gritted fangs and throws a wide-eyed glance at the doe, her hands clenched around the edge of the stool she's still leaning on. Kyra responds to the glance with a stern look, cupping her hands tenderly around both of the feline's fuzzy ears. ”Easy, cat, you will stay put like I told you as there's no toilet here for you – stop complaining and let your bladder fill.”, she tells her and smirks at the sight of the feline's body writhing when the distention becomes great enough to force her to spread her legs more. ”Yes, mistress~”, Feligris replies and peers at Kyra warily with her muzzle submissively pointed towards the floor.
For the next hour Kyra continues to caress the large feline's head patiently, her slender fingers mingling with Feligris' long hair and exploring the insides of her furry ears while the feline gasps and groans from the growing weight in her bladder. As oily marbles keep rolling through the tube the furry bulging above the feline's crotch swells to the size of a cantaloupe – then soccer ball – then basket ball – and beyond that, the desperate throbbing of the distending organ turning from merely uncomfortable to painful and outright agonizing. Thus the doe can't help but notice how the feline begins to stammer and sob during their lighthearted discussion, her claws sinking into the stool as she clings to it while her tail swishes furiously above the tubing. ”Awww, is the cat's bladder getting full? Too bad you're still absolutely forbidden to go to the toilet – and everyone's watching closely to see the predator squirm~”, Kyra murmurs and waves at the camera as she leans sideways to get a good look of the now quite lumpy and enormously bloated low-hanging bladder of the feline, rubbing her tear-streaked muzzle at the same time with the feline's pleading eyes locked onto her. ”… can't believe how much it hurts…! Please, no more marbles… so... so bad… it'll split in two...”, the feline grovels as her eyes well with new tears, prompting the doe to shake her head vigorously as she crosses her arms. ”Sorry, cat, we agreed on no limits and no safe words so I'm not going to stop – but you enjoy regretting agreeing to this, don't you?”, Kyra chuckles, patting the feline's head to coax her to timidly look at the floor. Without wasting time the doe gracefully slides her hand down along the back of the feline's head and neck, tracing the curvature of her flexible spine which has arced greatly from the sheer mass of the marbles in the incredibly swollen bladder which the doe touches last – her fingertips sensing the myriad spherical shapes under the drumtight furry hide.
With a flick of her wrist Kyra adjusts the flow of marbles to a trickle to prolong the feline's torment, and drops onto her knees to slip her hands under the sagging bladder to jostle it… almost hypnotized by how one marble after another unhurriedly disappears within Feligris' vulva while the feline gasps repeatedly. ”Owww… owww, owww! Wish it'd burst already – fucking marbles moving, I want to pee so bad you can't believe it!”, Feligris cries and hisses as she bangs her head against her arms whereas Kyra simply snerks and makes some faces at the camera as she cradles the feline's hefty bulging bladder as if to showcase it. ”Feeling the strain, eh? I give you maybe half an hour before our viewers get the ending they've been paying for, so be good and hold it until that, cat~”, the doe laughs and gives the feline's bladder a vigorous shake, muffled rattling barely audible through the sudden yowl of anguish as the show draws towards its inevitable closure…