The pump continued to drone on, and the flow continued to surge. Oh, how she wanted to break free, and tear this horrible tube from her throat. Her stomach continued to stretch and bloat, seemingly far beyond what she should have been able to hold, but it was hard to be sure being bound and blinded as she was. She dreaded to think of it, but she thought she could even hear her skin and hide groaning, struggling to contain large load within.
The pain within Krystal's stomach soon trumped the pounding in her head, even making her thoughts sluggish and unresponsive. A tear started to roll down her face, fearful that she was reaching her limits, and that this was how it was going to end.
Just as she thought that was sure to burst, the machine clicked off with a sputter. The tube gave one final pulse, and her bloated stomach gave a final lurch. Krystal could have almost cried with joy, if it wasn't for her thoughts being so foggy from the pain, as well as knowing that it likely wasn't over.
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