#bursting

thinking about how bursting and trying not to burst is kind of parallel to edge play, but fatal bursting is tonally distinct. Your body is being pushed to its limits. No amount of whining or begging is going to hold your muscles together - not with how much pressure I'm putting behind them. No, you can't come back; hold tight for as long as you can. There's no break for you, nor for the flesh working so hard not to give in. There's no end to all I'm forcing into you, no relief for your overfilled body. Only the increasing strain, the desperate fear, the tingling turning to scratching and ripping when your skin is pulled tighter than it can withstand. You know you're going to burst, but don't you dare pop. I'm not done with you. Don't pop. Don't. Pop.

comfy preg! uncomfy preg! soft preg! hard, guttural, writhing preg! fighting your insides to find a way out preg! billowing, somehow completely full and still finding places to push and prod and stretch you from within preg! moving around in your body to find some orifice, some crevice, or whatever bits of loose room and nutrients it hasn't already claimed preg! swelling to obscene sizes and cannibalizing your body, threatening to tear it apart at the seams preg! Pajamas preg!!