Tazina Lake High Security Corrections Facility - Chapter 4

Author: BuiltHard
Title: Tazina Lake High Security Corrections Facility - Chapter 4
Date: 12 August 2010

Chapter 4 – They Make Everything a Close fit
By Built Hard
Suddenly there was a bright light in my eyes I realized I had pinhole sized eye holes of rubber over my face and my vision was filtered out through the Plexiglas of the breath control mask that had been installed on my body. I was in a small cell that had a small windowless door and a beam that hung from the roof overhead with three IV like hooks.
“It is time to test you for the volume of liquids you can hold,” I heard John say through my ear plugs. “You have been wearing a catheter since you slipped off to sleep so I would guess you could use a pee?”
I tried to speak and shake my head ‘yes’ but there was no way to communicate.
“No? Okay, then, we will test you with your bladder full,” John said with a smile while Henry began to hang two bags of fluids on the IV hooks. “Your suit has a complete set of body monitors imbedded appropriately next to your skin and if we are needed for anything it will notify us.
Henry released the clamps on the IV styled bags and left the room. I anticipated that the lights would soon go out so I would be in the darkened cell again. Apparently that was not their purpose. The lights did dim and I realized that all the light that was left was the spot lights on the two IV bags. One contained the oatmeal colored feeding liquid I had received earlier, and I had to start immediately gulping the liquid down to keep from drowning in my foul tasting meal.
When I finally got myself in a rhythm that allowed the flow to be gulped exactly at the speed of the gravity flow I realized that the second bag was also slowly emptying. My bladder gave me my first real clue. My urgency to piss suddenly increased but try as I could I could not relieve myself. I realized that the second bag was being emptied into my ass. It was a really huge enema and I could only be thankful that they must have emptied the earlier enema from my ass to prepare it for a complete fill with this new water load.
The fluids entering my stomach and my ass gave me a truly frighteningly full feeling. I felt like the water balloon that was being over filled at a drunken party. I realized that even if my moaning could have been heard through my gag, I really could not manage sound with the massive flow that was coming from the feeding bag.
I don’t know when it was that I realized that the rate of flow was decreasing ever so slowly as the bags first became three-quarters full then half full, and finally only a quarter full. The time dragged on, and the painfulness and fullness in my midsection reached new heights. I thought it had to because I thought I could not hold another ounce.
First the feeding bag reached empty and I was glad as I didn’t think I could gag down one more swallow. The enema bag was still just below a quarter full and it seemed like it was no longer dropping in the bag. I would close my eyes and try to accept the tightness of all of the fluids now stoppered in my body.
Each time I opened my eyes the level of the bag had dropped a very small amount. Was I really going to take it all? The explosive fullness told me that that was just not possible, but as the hours dragged on I continued to take it ounce at a time until it was completely inside my gut.
“Well, it looks like we did a pretty good job of measuring your capacity,” John said as he and Henry re-entered my cell with another bag full of clear fluids. “Regulations, however, require that we see how much more you can manage. You will notice that this bag is carefully marked with any additional ounces you take overnight.”
Henry hung another huge bag of clear liquid and hooked it to the plumbing system they had installed in my rear. The bag looked huge and I could see white marks around the bag obviously marking the amount remaining in the bag.
“Although regulations require that you watch the bag levels as they flow into your ass, that is only when your regular duties begin. Tonight you will be allowed to enjoy the darkness so you can try to sleep. Most we have worked with do have trouble sleeping the first night, but that is just part of the job you have signed up for” John said.
“Tomorrow you will get a complete briefing on what your position here is and so I would not worry about that tonight,” Henry said closing the door.
Within a half minuet the lights were out and I could no longer see the filled bags which had tormented my thoughts and wracked my body with pain for the last several hours. I almost wished I could see the bag to see if it was loading me anew with water to stretch my guts. When I remained perfectly still I seemed to feel a slight vibrating feeling at my rosebud. I really didn’t know if I was taking on more fluids or if it was just my horny prostrate cramping against that huge plug. I wanted to shoot my rocks off and if mind control alone could have done it, I would have shot a stream clear across the cell.
John was right; it was hard to get to sleep. I could relax into the body frame that held me prisoner, but I was so full I hurt from my chest to my dick. Mentally I became focused on the likelihood that I was taking on more water from the new full bag they had hung on the IV hook. I theorized mentally that the load I had if it was not growing should become easier to handle and the pain should lessen.
The pain was either growing or staying the same, I could not tell which. Time seem to hang as an additional burden because I really needed sleep but I was so uncomfortable and horny I took forever to finally slip into a troubled sleep. It was a night with sudden wake ups where I ask myself what I had gotten myself into. I think I was sobbing softly the last time I finally slipped into my final sleep for the night.
To be continued…