"Oh... god..." she moans as she begins to rock her hips back and forth on the metal ball, taking it deeper with each thrust. Her face contorts into a mixture of pleasure and pain, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she feels herself surrendering more fully to the sensations. The weight presses against her insides, stretching and filling her in ways that feel both foreign and strangely right.
"charlie push the ball in you and keep pushing them inside your womb until there all gone"
Her face contorts with effort as she pushes the metal ball deeper into herself, feeling it slide against her inner walls and finally settling inside her womb. The weight is incredible, almost unbearable at times, but there's something about it that feels so... right. She grinds down on the floor, forcing the second ball past her stretched opening and joining its sibling within her. With each thrust, she can feel herself growing bigger, fuller; like some sort of twisted parody of pregnancy.