“Aww, what’s got you making that face honey? It’s only two and a half quarts, quit whining. Though I suppose that glycerin and dish soap I added in miiiight just be giving you little a tummy-ache. Don’t worry though. Once you empty that bag, you’ll get to iron all of Daddy’s shirts for the week, and then you might get to use the bathroom.”
Spoiler alert: Or, she might not. Because a desperate girl, swollen with enema fluid and plugged is too much fun to tease and poke.
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“Aww, what’s got you making that face honey? It’s only two and a half quarts, quit whining. Though I suppose that glycerin and dish soap I added in miiiight just be giving you little a tummy-ache. Don’t worry though. Once you empty that bag, you’ll get to iron all of Daddy’s shirts for the week, and then you might get to use the bathroom.”
Spoiler alert: Or, she might not. Because a desperate girl, swollen with enema fluid and plugged is too much fun to tease and poke.