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(For those who come for looking for a happy or soft ending, this does NOT have one, and there WILL be ugly things and death ahead - consider yourself warned and don't complain.)
Weeks ago, upon reading news of the predicted summer storm cells and general disruption they would likely cause, Feligris had sprung into motion to start gathering equipment and save up money for a very specific purpose – this time around when everyone else would likely be huddling indoors for days or possibly for weeks on end, she'd be staying indoors for a whole another kind of purpose than to avoid terrible weather…
As the skies had gradually turned bleaker and the first winds of advancing storms had begun to beat the town, she had braved the worsening conditions to visit one grocery store after another while hardly coming off any different from all the other shoppers loading their carts with juice, UHT milk, canned food and other foodstuffs seemingly suitable for weathering out anything which might be headed her way. On top of regular food runs she had also acquired adverts for as many fast food places as possible, with the hopes that at least one or two of them would stay open in the coming week.
Eventually, with her pantry and fridge filled to the brim while the first drops of rain from the dark clouds above hit her roof, she begins to realize her plans for all the food she has hoarded… starting off by digging out the two different inflatable plugs she ordered earlier along with a tube of lube, taking everything to the bathroom to start figuring things out. The plug for her tailhole is a rather regular looking one with a screw-on connector for the air hose, but the other is more complicated due to an additional urethral plug hanging from it – the sight of which makes her grimace briefly before she reaches backwards to poke herself between the hindlegs.
”Mewh, you're going to be so desperately full together with my guts, but I'm still not going to let a drop out of you either!”
After her brief chat with the quiet walls of her bathroom, Feligris screws the hand pump into the buttplug and starts to lube it up with a smirk, idly purring at hte same time in anticipation of what's going to transpire in the near future. Slipping the buttplug into her tailhole moments is easy enough even if it still takes her some concetration and relaxation to do, and once the plug seems to be in all the way she bucks her hips experimentally to feel if it has settled into the right spot before she pumps it up enough to make the bottom end of her colon ache. The titillating sensation makes her pause for a moment to lean into the bathroom wall, her eyes squinted in pleasure as she mewls with her tongue lolling.
”Mrrrr, only one more thing to and then I'll definitely get to test how much I'll be able to balloon before something gives...”
She doesn't remain lost in her horny thoughts for long though as the sight of the special dildo on the bathroom counter draws her attention soon enough, and she quickly unscrews the handpump which hangs from her rump to attach it to the dildo before the lube treatment. This time around the extra urethral plug gives her some trouble as the sting of inserting it nearly causes her legs to give out at first, forcing her to stop to take a breather… but going very slow allows her to slide it in all the way with only a few loud yowls filling the bathroom along the way. And her trembling legs buckle again when the dildo teases the sensitive insides of her pussy and its base settles on top of her lips. Contorted and nearly doubled over with her tail quivering and eyes closed, she presses on the dildo with one hand while erratically squeezing the hand pump with the other, feeling her nethers stretch pleasurably whereas the sharp agony of her urethra being sealed by a balloon makes her grit her fangs.
After she recovers from her bout of horniness mixed with pain, she unhooks the handpump and leaves it behind when she staggers out of the bathroom – waddling into the kitchen with a strange gait as the dildo and plug keep shifting to cause strange sensations within her from how they randomly deform her insides. She nevertheles sweeps quickly through the kitchen as she grabs a stack of fresh steaks and soda from the fridge, along with a conspicuous bottle of laxative on the counter, before retreating to her bedroom which has already grown dark and foreboding thanks to the rainy weather that raps against the glass screen door. She affords a brief sabretoothed smirk at the sight of weather beating the tree canopy outside the door and sets all the food down beside the bed before setting up her laptop on a shelf opposite the screen door.
”Hi! Can you see and hear me? Everything is working in my end” she tells the umbreon whose face eventually appears in full-screen on the laptop, receiving an enthusiastic nod in return.
”Yep yep! All good in my end, you look gorgeous! So you're going to start doing it today?”
”Thanks and I am! All plugged up now and I've bought enough food, plus I've memorised the numbers to some fast food places – so now it's just food, drinks and laxatives until my tummy and bladder are utterly full.” Feligris explains while doing a little pirouette in front of the camera to show off the plugs and her still rather slim belly, swooning at the end.
”Can't wait to see you bloat up, you're going to keep the stream going right? That tummy's going to be in so much pain in few days...”
”And you know that's the whole point of going for my ultimate limit by putting all the food down my gullets while not letting anything out… it's going to be so sexy.”
During their friendly banter, Feligris picks up a jug of of juice to take a few swigs out of it much to the umbreon's delight before snacking on a few steaks she has piled up on the plate. Hence begins her belly stuffing which goes on amid thrilled discussion and the howling of wind outside…
Days fly past in Feligris' secluded dwelling while the tropical storm rages outside, the occasional delivery person braving the elements to make it to the feline's door to add to the dwindling pile of food – few of them giving bemused glances at her swollen belly when she opens the door to pay and get her order. Stuff her face, drink, stuff her face more, drink, add laxatives to speed up her intestines, stuff her face again, drink… this has been her daily routine between random sleep and video chats with her excited umbreon friend.
Now it would be time for yet another nap to let her belly settle before she continues to raid her fridge but her throbbing stomach and gurgling intestines do their best to prevent her from relaxing – the painful creeping sensation of strain and stretch caused by backed-up food waste piling up within the long coils of her innards easily felt by her as she pants with a grimace, her forepaws resting on her bulging taut midsection. With her big stomach crammed full to the point where she's again holding back the urge to throw up, she can only lightly stroke it in a bid to soothe it as she lies amid a mess of empty jugs, discarded pizza boxes and wrapping papers, emptied noodle cartons and everything else left behind from her latest binge.
”Well aren't you huge already? I can see you're starting to regret eating all that, hmm? And I bet that bladder's screaming for toilet!” the visage of the umbreon laughs on the laptop's screen while Feligris grits her fangs.
”Mreoow, don't remind me of that! I just managed to forget it… gyaah, it's so full!” Feligris groans and a shudder runs through her entire body when the dildo in her pussy jerks from an involuntary attempt to pee… however absolutely nothing comes out, and she's left pressing her anthro belly tightly with her ears splayed as intense agony radiates from the conspicuous half-dome which her ballooon of an overfilled bladder has made on her hindquarters.
”Whine whine, I'm sure you still have room in there for more – but I'd better let you nap and digest so you can fit in more, I'd love to give that bladder a few taps with a rubber mallet though!” the umbreon teases and grins before the screen goes black.
Now alone in her dimly lit room with only her severly aching and burbling belly to keep her company, Feligris winces from how her straining bladder spasms agonizingly from the mere thought of being touched, an uncomfortable tingling spreading all over its lining – but at the same time the thought of leaving her near-bursting bladder at the mercies of her makes her strangely thrilled and horny despite her uncomfortable predicament, the mental images lulling her to restless sleep amid the sounds of rain hitting the glass door and her belly gurgling ceaselessly as her taxed viscera languidly flex under her perky teats.
A couple of hours later Feligris awakens with a groan and rubs her eyes while staving off the fog in her head – for a moment she feels detached from her body and wonders if everything is still as it's supposed to be, but the overbearing tightness and fullness soon flow into her mind along with the pulsing stretch caused by the plug and dildo sealing her orifices, all of it telling her she's still the way she wants to be.
Her bladder has clearly ballooned further during the nap though, as evidenced by the abrupt sharp pains when she starts to cautiously rock herself towards the bed's edge, her eyes closing and hands balling up into fists as she endures the pain through a sabretoothed grimace… the whole organ noticeably swaying and sloshing under her furry hide from her motions.
”A-ah! Have to be careful, don't want to rupture anything just yet...” she mutters to herself while carefully rolling off the bed with her ponderous midsection.
Getting onto her paws after plenty of meowing takes some of the tension off her bloated innards, not to mention relieving her of the weight resting on top of her body… however she's back to the struggle of keeping her underbelly off the floor as her long back sags from the weight pulling it down. Rather soon she's forced to give up on the idea of carrying her enormously swollen midsection properly and instead more of drags it over the floor while huffing, her hindlegs awkwardly spread out to avoid hitting her sore bladder.
Moments later she can already see her destination, the fridge, through the doorway – but like yesterday the doorway proves out to be embarrassingly narrow when she tentatively steps partway through it, her eyes widening due to her flanks gently squeezing against the wooden doorframe. Her claws scrape against the wooden and tiled flooring as she persists on pulling herself through, planting her hands on the doorframe to give herself an extra push… her belly deforming alarmingly as it gradually slides past the narrow opening while each teat which gets caught against the wood elicits a sudden yowl from her.
”Eeep, finally, might have to stay here for the rest of the time unless I want to burst trying to get out!” she laments and pants loudly once she's fully inside the kitchen, making her way slowly to the fridge.
Opening the fridge reveals exactly what she was expecting, a sparse but adequate selection of drinks and remaining random food items including a large watermelon – plenty to pop my bladder at least, she thinks – and alongside them a closed youghurt container which she has spiked very generously with special laxative and drug mixture, a self-named ”belly buster” which makes her gulp a little when her eyes are drawn to it while she's momentarily very aware of the constant pressure held back by the plugs. It's not something she's looking to touch right now though, and thus she grabs a large bottle of Coke after some contemplation to open it and swiftly start chugging it down. This time around her still distended stomach starts to hurt the moment the first of the liquid goes down, the resulting hiccuping and belching forcing her to pause drinking repeatedly.
By the time she's nearly finished with the cola and about to take the last swig before tossing the bottle aside, it slips from her fingers thanks to horrific burning agony abruptly striking her rear quarters near her bladder – leaving her screaming and clutching her anthro belly as she collapses on her belly due to her legs giving way, something which only adds to her torment as her bulging innards flare out sideways. The flare-up mercifully doesn't last long but the unnerving stabbing sensations radiating from her guts take longer to abate while she stays still, whimpering and clasping her muzzle.
”Nnnnghh, my kidneys must be ready to burst too… come on, keep pumping that urine to my bladder… have to call Lira before it's too late!” she muses as she clambers back up on her shaky legs, shivers running through her body when she stumbles over to the counter to swipe the tablet which she left there earlier just in case so that she can call the umbreon, and starts talking the moment she sees her face on the screen. ”Hi! You'd better come here quickly if you want, don't think my insides are going to last much longer! I gave you a key right?”
”Uh – hi – alright! And I have it – I'll be there soon!”, Lira blurts out before disappearing as quickly as she appeared to leave Feligris to stare at a blank window.
After putting the tablet down, for the next half an hour or so Feligris simply leans into the counter to idly gnaw on some snacks while feeling the sickening bowel movements within her – weird elongated shapes rising under her taut belly hide here and there as masses of partially digested food move about, fading only to reappear elsewhere. She's grateful to the anti-sickness drugs she has been taking in what comes to preventing her from throwing up... and even more grateful when her ears pick up familiar rustling from the door and she's able to focus on something else than the state of her guts.
Before Feligris is able to waddle over to the doorway to peek out, Lira dashes through in her green/red sweatpants and matching hoodie so fast that she nearly runs into the feline – but she manages to stop just in time to marvel the sight of the bloated taur, the umbreon swooning with her markings glowing faintly as she circles around Feligris.
”Hah, I would've brought you food normally but I think it would've gone to waste today, you glutton! How does it feel to still have tasty food left while unable to fit more into your greedy guts because they're about to burst from everything you've eaten earlier?”
”I feel… sick, honestly. Like someone's stabbing my innards constantly from all the constipation and it's crazy how I can sense all that food right under my skin… plus my bladder's on fire and so are my kidneys, I could barely nap today! Are the plugs alright, my body is constantly trying to expel”
Nodding with a grin, the umbreon steps right behind Feligris and waits for her to raise her tail before lightly jabbing both the plug and the dildo. ”Looks good to me, they haven't leaked and seem to be all the way in. No danger of you losing any of your delectable filling...” Lira murmurs and crouches to gingerly run her fingertips over the curve of the feline's grossly bloated bladder, eliciting a surprised meow from her as her hips jerk reflexively to pull her bladder away – a reflex which makes the umbreon snicker. ”Sensitive is it? Felt taut as a drum, I can believe you're squirming but you know how it's going to end.”
”… with my insides blowing from gorging… eep, I'm scared, it hurts so much already… please, help me with what's left?”
”Of course! Lets see if we can't fit just a bit more into that tummy...” the umbreon replies softly as she crawls next to the feline's belly, sliding her hands under the furry girth to let her palms feel the incessant motion of utterly stuffed intestines for while before she reluctantly pulls them away and tugs on Feligris' protruding teats as the feline whimpers. She soon springs up however and rummages the fridge for a cake, the watermelon, two jars of pickles and the youghurt – to place them all on the table for cutting and serving.
Upon seeing the youghurt again, Feligris instinctively splays her ears with a tailflick and absent-mindedly sticks her finger into her maw. ”Leave the youghurt aside for now, it's… special.”
”Oh? Oooooh.” Lira replies quizzically but catches on before Feligris has time to answer, winking as she starts to slice up the watermelon.
For the next two hours the two chit-chat in the kitchen while Feligris lets herself to be fed by thrilled Lira – watermelon slices, cake slices, pickle slices – all of them gradually disappear down the feline's gullet amid frequent purrs and winces. Feligris' aching girth ripples with growing intensity in front of Lira's eyes due to how her tormented stomach and digestive track near their limits, causing Feligris to writhe in ecstacy while occasionally she seems to nearly choke on a morsel due to her esophagus backing up already. The umbreon takes frequent pauses to let her friend swallow in peace as she herself enjoys the feline's immensely distended belly by running her fingers through the lush fur coat of Feligris, lightly digging her fingertips into her taut hide, and drumming her distended flanks which elicits mewling chuckles from the feline. Under the fading orange rays of the setting sun which glimmers outside the water-speckled window, the umbreon moves to place her large ear firmly against the rock-hard bladder of her friend and ignores the jerking it causes, her arms wrapping around the feline's large hindlegs to hold on while Feligris mreows loudly and curls her paws.
”So what do you want me to do with this burstingly full poor bladder of yours? And the rest…?”
Polishing off the last piece of the cake, Feligris takes a deep breath and glances over her shoulder as she licks her muzzle clean. ”Mrrrrr… I- I think I'm satiated, don't feel like eating or drinking anymore. Such bellyaches, I can barely stand them – eeep! - feed me the youghurt, please! It's going to round off this meal properly.”
”Oh, does the glutton's tummy now feel so close to bursting that you have no more appetite? The meal did round you out properly too, heh, so I can't blame you… let me get on with that youghurt so that you'll be done!”
No further words are said, although a palpable tension fills the room as Feligrs nervously fidgets with her own whiskers upon seeing Lira open up the youghurt and grab it up along with a spoon… but the feline nevertheless obediently opens up her maw to let the umbreon fill it with the rather tasteless white goo. Eyeing the roof, she wallows it in her maw for a bit before swallowing hard while her belly already tingles from anticipation, after which she licks her chops and snaps her jaws shut to stare her friend.
”Effects should start soon, it'll seal off my esophagus so that nothing will come back up – mre-mreoow, I can feel it already!” Feligris replies to Lira's quizzical expression after a few moments, being caught in a hug almost immediately afterwards when a spasm ripples over her distended belly and her forelegs buckle from the feeling .
”There there, you really earned that tummy ache so be happy with it!” Lira chuckles when Feligris desperately squeezes her in throes of the worsening spasms which already subtly deform her entire belly, the feline burying her head into the umbreons generous bosom with her eyes tightly closer as her clawtips prick through Lira's hoodie. ”Though you could let go of me so I could go play with your bladder to distract you!”
Feligris doesn't verbally respond to Lira's comment but nevertheless loosens her tight grip just enough for the busty umbreon to extract herself from the groaning and dry heaving feline whose extremely bloated midsection already seethes from drug-induced activity with coiled guts bulging outwards like thick snakes under her furry skin. Mesmerized, the umbreon draws a loud yowl from her friend by drumming the huge spasming belly on her way around the taur, dropping her lithe body right under the feline's wildly swishing tail to cradle her bladder bulge and press her fingers deep into into her nethers in a bid to wrap her hands around the ballooned organ as much as possible.
Already panting rapidly with her claws scraping the the slippery tiling under her, Feligris momentarily freezes to utter a loud screech when Lira gives her bladder a squeeze which sends an incredibly flash of pain through it – the feline randomly contorting her anthro body with her arms flailing as she collapses on the floor to further aggravate her audibly growling and gurgling insides. Lira doesn't relent however, instead she simply pauses to watch as the plug and dildo pump outwards rhythmically from desperate muscle contractions within the tortured feline… and soon resumes the titillating bladder squeezing to elicit pained moans from Feligris.
”Hee, I bet you'd prefer a quick mallet strike right about now! It'll take me a bit longer to pop this...”, Lira chuckles as she jabs her fingers into Feligris' bladder increasingly harshly, forcing it to bulge perilously while she keeps dodging the feline's tail and randomly bucking hips.
”Ngyaaah – grrrr – please, I can't stand this anymore, it hurts so much and I need to pee!” Feligris grovels with her legs trembling and anthro torso pressed against the kitchen counter as she gouges it with her sabre teeth in desperation from how urine pushes against the plug – but she doesn't get to grovel for long due to how suddenly the agony in her bladder shoots up sharply as the umbreon swiftly ramps up the squeeze until her fingertips rupture the feline's bladder. A second or two later there's a brief sensation of strange relief before the white-hot anguish hits her brain and she instantly keels over onto the floor with an ear-piercing scream that fills the entire kitchen, to trash about wildly while her still spasming heavy belly pins her to the floor.
In the meantime Lira quickly slips away before she's hit by flailing clawed paws or anything else, standing up to marvel her friend's vast bloated underbelly as Feligris continues to moan loudly and squirm on her side on the floor – the umbreon cautiously stepping closer to run her hand over the feline's heaving midsecton to feel her perky teats. ”Can't say if you're in regretting or enjoying this, honestly, but serves you right! Let me add to that tummy ache too before you get off too easy…” the umbreon casually tells the sobbing and groaning feline, who has curled around her belly with tears of pain streaming down her muzzle, and promptly swings around to sit down on the belly and bounce on it like it's an exercize ball.
The sloshing and gurgling of Feligris' perilously stuffed belly quickly reaches crescendo when Lira bounces on it harder and harder, all while the feline yowls louder and louder with her eyes wide open – the umbreon giggling at the sensation of the feline's guts yielding under her weight until they suddenly let out a sickly muffled glortch and drop her much lower from how the feline's midsection flattens and flares out, the apparent bursting followed a powerful jerk which throws surprised Lira onto the floor on her face. By the time she manages to get back up while being slightly dazed, she notices that Feligris already seems to be in shock, barely breathing and staring at the roof with her limbs hanging limply… whereas her previously extremely round and taut belly looks partially deflated due to how it has spread out from the contents spilling within.
”Awwwwr… I'd tell you how lovely all this was, but I don't think you can hear me anymore… so let me do this for you like we discussed, dear.” Lira muses while rubbing her cheek and produces a small syringe from her pocket, crouching down by the feline in shock to kiss her onto the muzzle before jabbing the needle into her twitching shoulder to empty it. ”Thank you, and see you in next life perhaps… won't be long for me either!” are her last words before she gets up, takes a quick photo and nudges the huge mushy belly of Feligris a few more times before disappearing the same way she came in, already pondering her own fate…