Damnedhorse tends to Babybee, carefully preparing a large enema bag filled with warm, soapy water. As she lies on her side, her tiny waist and round belly come into view, a perfect canvas for the impending inflation. Damnedhorse gently inserts the nozzle, and Babybee winces slightly, her eyes fluttering closed as the liquid begins its journey. Her belly expands visibly with each wave of fluid, stretching her skin taut. She moans softly, a mix of discomfort and pleasure, as Damnedhorse massages her belly, coaxing out every last drop.