Cleaned Out

The cracked pavement shimmered under the afternoon sun. A discarded beer can rolled lazily in the gutter, clinking against the curb.

Lena stumbled, catching herself on a concrete brick wall. Her head swam with the lingering buzz of cheap vodka shots. "Whoa there, champ," she mumbled to nobody, giggling at her own wobbliness. The sidewalk seemed to tilt like a funhouse floor.

A faint gurgling sound cut through her fog. She squinted down the narrow alley. Water trickled from a pipe on the wall, forming a murky puddle. "Ooh, leaky," she slurred, swaying toward it. Her fingers brushed the cold metal spigot jutting upwards from the wall.

She hitched her skirt higher, bracing one hand against the damp bricks. With clumsy familiarity, she guided the pipe's opening backward between her legs, while standing on her toes to line it up with her hole. A soft grunt escaped her lips as she rocked her hips, settling into position. The metal slid in with unsettling ease as she flattened her feet on the wet ground.

Cool liquid began flowing inside her. Lena sighed, head lolling against the wall. "S'nice," she breathed, eyes half-closed. The usual cramping didn’t come—just a deep, weightless fullness spreading through her belly. She hummed tunelessly, lost in the sensation.

Her hands slid against the opposite brick wall, bracing herself as her stomach swelled outward. The alley was so narrow her ass scraped the damp bricks behind her while her palms pressed the rough surface ahead. Her belly hung heavy between them, tight skin stretching smooth. Water gurgled faintly from the pipe, a steady rhythm in the quiet.

Pressure built—a deep, insistent thrum low in her gut. Her breath hitched. Pleasure surged, sharp and sudden, her hips jerking involuntarily. A choked gasp escaped her as climax washed over her, muffled by the alcohol haze. Water spurted weakly around the pipe, trickling down her thighs to join the puddle at her feet.

She slumped forward, forehead resting on her arms. Her belly felt huge, impossibly round and taut. Still, the pipe fed her ass, relentlessly. A thin stream of water dribbled from her slack mouth, dripping onto the wet concrete. "S'Too much," she mumbled, voice thick and slurred. Her fingers fumbled weakly still grabbing at the wall ahead.

Lena tried lifting herself onto her toes again, but her belly hung low, heavy as a sack of wet sand. Her legs trembled, refusing to cooperate fully. She managed only a slight upward shift, the pipe sliding out for a second before gravity and her own weight pulled her back down onto it. The metal dug deeper, sending a jolt through her oversensitive nerves. Her stretched skin of her belly felt paper-thin, impossibly tight. A drunken fantasy flashed—unable to free herself her belly splitting open like an overripe melon, water gushing everywhere. The image, crude and absurd, sent a violent shudder through her. She cried out, a ragged gasp, as another orgasm ripped through her, sharp and overwhelming. Her legs buckled completely.

She slid down the pipe with a wet squelch, feet flat on the pavement. The pipe remained lodged deep inside her making her feel even fuller. Her swollen belly now rested heavily against her thighs, the lowest curve almost brushing the wet ground. Water pulsed steadily into her, her insides groaning under the pressure. She whimpered, too weak and drunk to try lifting herself again.

The alley spun. Drool mixed with the thin stream still escaping her lips. Her eyes fluttered shut, consciousness fading against the relentless flow and the cool press of concrete against her cheek. Water trickled steadily from her ass, soaking her jean skirt and pooling on the ground beneath her.

Pressure built deep within her swollen belly, a thick, insistent wave cresting against her ribs. Her throat seized. With a sudden, violent heave, clear water erupted from her mouth like a waterfall, splattering onto the wet pavement. Simultaneously, a powerful orgasm tore through her, sharper than the last. Her back arched violently lifting her belly off the pavement, a strangled cry echoing in the narrow space. The eruption seemed to unlock something – a surge of adrenaline cut through the drunken haze. Gasping, she planted her palms flat against the wall ahead and shoved upward onto her toes with desperate strength.

The pipe released with a wet, sucking *pop*. She stumbled forward, knees buckling instantly under the immense, sloshing weight in her belly. She caught herself, swaying wildly. Small, involuntary tremors of pleasure pulsed through her with every staggering step, aftershocks rippling through her core. Water leaked steadily down her thighs, tracing a glistening trail on the cracked sidewalk behind her.

Each drunken waddle sent heavy waves through her belly. The contents sloshed audibly, a deep liquid churn punctuated by the rhythmic *drip-drip-drip* from her asshole onto her bare feet and the pavement. Another tiny climax hit her as she reached the alley mouth, making her gasp and clutch her swollen stomach. She squinted blearily toward the distant shape of her apartment building, the sidewalk stretching impossibly far. Focusing solely on putting one unsteady foot in front of the other, she began the slow, leaking journey home.