A loud slap on my ass woke me up and I tried to let out a yelp, but my mouth was gagged by a ball gag. It was still the dead of night and probably no more than a couple of hours after the post-session bath, the only light in the room being my bedside lamp.
I was laying down on my bed, my arms were tied together behind my back while my legs were spread apart and tied to a rigid pole. I turned my head sideways to look behind me and saw another rope connecting the pole to my arms and to a hook on the ceiling.
Xhilandia was standing next to the bed, fully naked, with her purple nipples rigid and her folds under a well-trimmed landing strip fully exposed, no trace of her dick left. She was holding the other end of the rope passing through the loop in her hands.
“Up you go.” Xhilandia said as she pulled on the rope.
My joints strained painfully as weight was put on them in the unnatural position and I was lifted a foot off the bed.
She caressed my back. “For our first session I decided to let you enjoy it as you were, but you decided to give up your humanity, didn’t you? It’s only right that I fulfill your wishes and turn you into a proper toy, don’t you think?”
I tried to protest but all that came out were muffled screams and spit through the gag.
She laughed. “Exactly! I knew you’d love it!”
I felt her magic probe through my body unimpeded thanks to our new contract. “First, let’s give another good cleaning to your bowels.” Her magic took hold and everything still in my bowels was completely deleted from existence. “Then, since I don’t like being your ass cleaner, let’s make it so that I don’t have to do this again.” A wave of magic coursed throughout my whole body, fundamentally changing it, from what I could sense, my body was now able to sustain itself on mana alone, producing all the nutrients and water required by itself, with it, it also turned my body completely immune to diseases and infections, then the magic focused once again on my stomach and intestines, emptying the first of its acid and magically turning them into inert flesh as useful as a decorative vase. If it wasn’t that she had also made them that much more sensitive.
“Now, the fun part.”
Her focus moved to my kidneys and bladder. As soon as I understood that she was making my kidneys produce several times as much urine as they normally would and making my bladder more sensitive to stimuli, I started trashing around.
She laughed. “Now, now, you seemed to love it so much just a few hours before, no need to hide your feelings now, I’ll also toss in a freebie and make you squirt buckets every time you come.”
Having finished with my lower body, she moved her hand to the top of my head. “And now, for the finishing touch, let’s make you feel twice as much pleasure as any pain and shame you feel.”
As soon as the last change took place, all the pain from my joints and my sore holes turned into waves of delicious pleasure that made me shudder and moan into the gag.
She walked away from the bed and I turned my head to see a cat o’ nine tails with knotted tips in her hand. She whipped me, hard. A sharp pain assaulted my naked back and delicious pleasure with it. I came, spraying my bed with copious amounts of squirt.
“Perfect, it seems everything is in order now.”
She put the cat down on a short table and took a buttplug and brought it in front of my face. At first, I thought it was a normal plug, but I soon saw the small air pump attached to it.
“This is a bit special, you see,” she turned the tip towards me, exposing a hole that ran through the plug, “it has a solid core with a hole perfect for enemas, but it can still be inflated to plug you nice and tight.”
I watched as she walked away from my face and towards the foot of the bed until she was out of my sight. The next thing I felt was cold lube being massaged around my asshole.
When she was satisfied with the amount of lube, she put the tip of the plug against my back door and pushed slowly but firmly. I tensed as the largest part entered me before the plug was eaten up by my ass as it closed around the neck, letting me breathe again, now a bit fuller.
I then heard her squeezing the pump again and again as the rubber ring expanded inside my ass until it felt wider than it should have been possible, putting pressure on my inside and plugging my hole so tightly I knew it was impossible to shit it out no matter how hard I tried.
I came again, spraying everywhere.
“So eager, aren’t we? We haven’t even started.”
I next felt something push into the plug, followed by something relatively thin tickling my inside. The next thing I felt was a thick, lubed catheter entering my urethra. I tried trashing and screaming, but my bondage made my attempts futile and the catheter soon reached my already full bladder, making piss spray straight into my ass. Tears ran down my cheeks from the shame and I came again, spraying even more liquid into my bowels.
She inflated the little balloon of the catheter, fixing it in place and slapped my ass, making me moan in the gag again.
With the setup completed she climbed onto the bed, the rope again in her hands, and sat in front of my face, her legs wide under me. She released some tension off the rope and dropped me so that my gag and nose were right against her pussy, while my tits brushed against the sheets of the bed. She put a hand behind my head and shuffled forward, completely burying my face in her folds until all I could see were her skin and hair, and all I could smell and taste was the sweet and sour aroma of her folds.
“Well, goodnight.” She said.
I was about to protest but a paralysis and a silence spell took hold of me before I could do anything. I heard her move around a few pillows to make herself comfortable and saw the little light reflecting off her skin turn off.
I moved my mana around my body, trying to get a feel for the spells, but despite their simplicity, I was unable to do anything about them as the laws of the universe bound both of us to our contract. My internal examination brought another fact to light. My modified body wasn’t just producing enough water to keep me alive, but enough to keep me always slightly hyper hydrated, which, coupled with the tweaks to my kidneys meant I was producing inhuman amounts of piss. Which I was constantly pissing inside my own asshole.
The sudden realization that I had become my own toilet and the shame it brought, coupled with the lingering pain, was enough to make me cum again, spraying another large load into my bowels. It was finally too much, and I felt my belly rumble silently due to the spell, the amount was now enough to be painful and my body required me to shit everything out. I resisted only a few seconds before the pain made me orgasm again, spraying another load. My subconscious took hold and tried to shit out the disgusting piss and squirt mixture, only to push it painfully into my bladder, inflating it to its limits before I came again and sprayed even more in my ass.
I tried to regain some composure and take a deep breath, but all that came out was the sweet humid scent of Xhilandia’s pussy. I started crying, my sobs completely quiet in the dark room as the delicious smell and taste assaulted my senses. I came again, restarting the cycle.
An hour must have passed before Xhilandia’s stirred and passed a hand over my hair. I could now feel the sheets brush against my inflated belly, my bladder felt like it was about to burst, the heightened feeling of fullness given by Xhilandia’s sorcery making it all that much, deliciously, worse. I had been cumming constantly all along, worsening the feeling more and more each time, making the pleasure better and better.
“Oh my, you work so quickly. I didn’t expect you to be so fast.” I heard Xhilandia say.
A new wave of magic took hold of my bladder, belly, and bowels. “Well, that should keep you alive. Nighty.”
Through my orgasms I heard her breath relax again as she went to sleep once more.
I used all my willpower to analyze the effects of the new spells on my body. What had taken seconds earlier now took what felt like half an hour. Finally, I made sense of what she had done. My belly, bladder, and bowels were now able to stretch indefinitely, past what was humanly possible, but nothing was done to relieve the sense of pressure and pain.
Soon, my belly was pressing against the bed, taking off some weight from my sore joints, but making the pressure that much worse. I was lost in a constant cycle of shitting the piss and squirt mixture into my bladder and repissing it into my ass, every time adding more and more to it as I came, making it worse, making it impossible to stop.