“Okay, we’ll get that figured out after we get this settled.” He dropped his hands to my kips, pulling down the skirt. He lifted a brow, and my cheeks heated before another cramp forced me to fall into him.
“Not a fan of underwear, I take it.”
“Not those,” I gritted out, tying to breath as the cramp lessoned for a moment.
“Alright, something else we’ll talk about later. Let’s get you seated on the toilet, front facing towards the back of it.”
I shivered, not exactly wanting the cold proline to seep into my front, but getting rid of the pain was worth it.
With Sabastian’s help, I sat on the toilet, facing the wall, a towel covering the back of the seat, and another for me to lean my body against. My stuffie was squished in between. Even though Sabastain tried to take it, I wasn’t letting go of it.
“Relax, little one. I’m right here.”
I nodded, squeezing my eyes tight as another cramp hit me. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I just wanted-
“Daddy’s got you, little one. Deep breathes.” I tried to do as he said, taking in a deep breath. It got caught in my throat. So I took another as he stepped away, pulling something out from under the sink. He kept talking, though. Telling me how good I was being. How strong I was.
All it did was make me cry harder. I wanted to be good, but I wasn’t. I wasn’t strong, either.
I was weak, and needy, and so tired of this life.
“Okay, little one. Hold still, okay.”
“Kay,” I sniffed, freezing as he ran a finger around my back side. Whatever he had on it was cold and slippery.
I shook my head.
Could I change my mind? I didn’t need his help? I-
“Shh. Let Daddy help you now. Relax. Breathe. You’re such a good boy.” He pressed something slimmer than his finger into me, and my muscles instantly clamped around it. He pushed it in just a bit farther before warm water began to run into me.
I half moaned, half whimpered, as the water filled me up. My stomach slowly expanded, which wasn’t helping the cramps, if anything, it made it worse.
“Hurties.”
“I know. I’m so sorry, little one. Hold it in though. It’ll help loosen all that crud in you.”
One of his hands came around to my front, massaging the bloated mess of my stomach. He didn’t put too much pressure on it, but still, I wasn’t sure if Iwanted to move away from his touch, or move more into it.
“P-p-please.” I whimpered.
“Just a few more minutes, little one. Sit right there while I start a bath.”
I shook my head, hardly able to breathe as he stepped away. There wasn’t a point to tell him about the bath just like last time. Showers were safer.
All I could do between whimpers and cramps was suck harder on the paci, keeping my eyes closed the entire time.
I didn’t pay attention to what Sabastian was doing as the water turned on. A flowery scent filled the room, too.
“Ouchies.” I pressed against my stomach, feeling the swelling. My skin was stretched tight, as if there were a watermelon inside of me. It hurt so much.
“Alright.” he was back, right behind me. There was another push for another squirt of water, this time I could feel it seeping out from around whatever he put in me. “Hold it in until I remove the tube.”
I think I nodded.
I don’t know if I did or not. Once the tube was from my backside, the water sloshed out of me. gush after gush, and with it chucks of poop.
I moaned, feeling so much better without minutes.
